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You move to the largest pile of fabric nearby and take Wes with you. You help him onto one of the sheet and wrap over the two of you three more. It was connected to some errant old furniture, so it you assume it looks natural considering it tents over you completely.
"How long we waiting here?" He asks. He still is not moving much.
"Till you feel a bit better. You need to swim, after all. Think you can make it in a bit?"
"So we are giving up?"
"You are injured, Wes." You say shortly. You are knelt before him, with your hands on your hips.
"Jo." Wes says, and you see he is looking away from you again. You look down and see you stopped bothering to cover yourself after all that moving. The open hoodie has slightly move down your shoulders, opening the front more and more, while exposing all of your collar and upper breasts. You grab it closed and turn away from him. "N-no." He then says. You then realize that by pulling on your hoodie, you have exposed all of your butt in a kneeling position toward him. You try and pull it down while turning to your side, but you hit one of the furniture the dust blankets are attached to, and it shifts violently downward.
You move on top of Wes. With him injured, you know he can't move. Your initial plan is to keep things from falling on him, but as you move you feel the hoodie leave your breasts. Wes is not looking down at you this moment but you know nothing is covering you, and you press yourself against him. It is the first thing you can think. You cling to him, your body wrapped above him.
The furniture does not fall, and the dust covers are only slightly smaller.
You wait above him, then sigh. "Don't look. I was just covering myself."
Wes is still looking up. You can feel his chest moving underneath your nipples. "I won't. So. Consider the idea a bunch of spider may be down here?"
"Don't you even dare start that!" You say and back away to get off him, but feel as you move back something hard press against you. It is him, pushing against the limits of the cloth of his pants, now pressing against your own crotch. You gasp and move slightly upward, and it continues to slide against you, up and down the length of your slit under the panties.
"S-hey. W..." Wes begins and starts to look down. You hide yourself again by pressing your body against his, your head under his chin, your chest against his stomach, your crotch pressed against his. You can feel the warmth under your panties. You feel a little warmth at each side of your thigh - you slide him out with your own movements! Pressed against the opening, you moved the cloth aside and let him free, pressed against your panties. Your lips escape a small noise - was it a moan? Was it frustration? You do not yet know, and nor does Wes apparently, who looks down in confusion at your face.
The thing is, pressed against him, you can easily think of all the nice things he has done for you - after all he saved you from drowning. You can easily think of his fit body, and how he saved your bag, let alone all the other times he helped you with your adventures for nothing in return. Now, he is injured, and it is still because of you.
In the distance, you hear something open. It is slightly to your right, and far off. The way upstairs, no doubt. Someone is down here to look for you. Now that you know where it is, you could go there, but you may want to wait until whoever it is leaves, though that would mean being here longer, on top of Wes. Unconscionably, you see you are moving your hips left and right. "What is...?" Wes begins.
| Status | ||
| Wearing | wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks | |
| Mood | A bit wet... | |
| Inventory | (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray | |
