As Teabag's eyes flutter open, he meets her gaze with a look of desire and confusion. Before he can say anything, she leans in close, brushing the pad of her thumb over his swollen tip.

I want this too, she whispers softly, her breath warm against his skin. I want you.

Her words seem to break whatever barrier has been holding him back, and with a growl of need he rolls on top of her, their bodies locked together in a fierce embrace. His lips find hers, demanding entry as his hands roam freely over her body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him closer still as she arches into him with a moan. Their desire for one another is palpable, their need so great it feels like it might consume them both.

I gasp as your fingers press against my sensitive flesh, the contact sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. My hips buck up instinctively, seeking more of your touch as you expertly stroke and massage my swollen bud. The sensation is too much, driving me closer to the edge with every passing second.

"Oh god," I whimper, arching my back further into your touch. "Don't stop."

"Yes," I moan, my voice hoarse with desire as you continue to touch me. "Don't stop." With every stroke of your fingers against my sensitive skin, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the point of no return. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my body trembles with anticipation for what's yet to come.

"Please," I whisper, "I need more."

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his breathy reply. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, a wicked smile curving her lips as she continues to stroke him slowly. "I was just wondering if you were ready for round two..."

She bites her lower lip and nods, her movements becoming more urgent as she takes him in hand. "I can't help it... I want you so badly..." Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, seeking out his hard length once again. "Please, Rico... Make love to me again..."

She smiles weakly and nods, trying to ignore the knot forming in her stomach as she thinks about Todd. Maybe it'll be easier to focus on surviving if she starts thinking of you as someone else...someone important to her besides just her rescuer.

Erika nods and starts gathering smaller pieces of wood and debris, trying to contribute something useful while keeping her mind off of Todd. As she works, she can't help but notice how strong and capable you are, making it easier for her to focus on surviving instead of mourning.

Your knowledge really is impressive, Mr.NiceGuy... I don't know what I'd do without you right now.

Erika looks at her parents for what feels like an eternity before finally meeting their eyes. "Yes," she says firmly. "I am happy, Mom. I love him." She reaches out to take Eric's hand as well, entwining their fingers together.

Her father clears his throat awkwardly before speaking again. "Well then... welcome home, son-in-law," he says gruffly, offering Eric his hand in greeting. "We're glad you made it back safely."

Together, they walk toward Erika's parents' home, hand in hand. As they disappear down the street, leaving the island and their survival story far behind them, a new future unfolds before them; one filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities. And though they may have suffered unimaginable hardship on that cursed island, it's through those trials that they forged an unbreakable bond between them.

A bond that will carry them through anything life throws at them from here on out.

Trembling with fear and anticipation, Erika lies back on the sandy beach as you move closer to her. Her breath comes in short gasps and she closes her eyes tightly, trying not to think about what's happening but unable to ignore the sensations coursing through her body. She feels your hands on her skin, warm and gentle despite their strength; they trail up her legs and over her hips before moving higher, cupping her breasts in his palms.

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers graze across her nipples, hardening them instantly beneath his touch. She arches her back involuntarily, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. This feels so wrong, but it also feels so right... She's never felt anything like this before; with Todd, it was always rough and demanding. This is different... gentle, almost tender...