The boat captain's warnings about the approaching storm had come too late. By the time he'd turned the small charter vessel back toward the main island, the sky had already darkened to an ominous grey-green. Now, as Mia clung to the splintered piece of hull that had washed ashore with her, she could hardly believe how quickly everything had gone wrong.

"Jen!" she called out, her voice hoarse from swallowing seawater. Relief flooded through her as she spotted her girlfriend crawling onto the beach about thirty yards away. "Oh thank god."

They'd been dating for just three months before this vacation, their first trip together. The day excursion to see the smaller islands had been Jen's idea, a spontaneous decision made over breakfast mimosas.

Mia stumbled across the wet sand, her soaked sundress clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Jen looked up, her normally perfect blonde hair plastered against her face, mascara running down her cheeks.

"The captain…" Jen choked out.

"I know," Mia said, dropping to her knees beside her. "I saw the wave take him." She wrapped her arms around Jen, both of them trembling. "Are you hurt?"

Jen shook her head. "Just scraped up. Where are we?"

They looked around at the small crescent of beach surrounded by dense vegetation. No signs of human habitation were visible.

"One of the uninhabited islands, I think," Mia said. "The captain mentioned there were dozens of them."

As the adrenaline began to fade, Mia became acutely aware of how cold she felt in her wet clothes. The sun was already beginning its descent, and with it, the temperature would drop.

"We need to find shelter," she said, helping Jen to her feet. "And we need to get out of these wet clothes before we get sick."

They made their way from the beach into the tree line, finding a small clearing protected by dense foliage. Within an hour, they had gathered large fronds and created a makeshift shelter against the base of a rocky outcropping.

"We should take these off," Mia said, tugging at her soaked dress. Despite their intimate relationship, there was a moment of hesitation; they'd only been seeing each other a short time, and being naked outside of the bedroom felt different somehow.

Jen nodded, her lips beginning to turn slightly blue. "You're right." She reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that had become completely transparent from the water.

Mia's eyes locked on Jen's hardened nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric. Her mouth went dry despite having swallowed half the ocean. She peeled off her dress, the wet fabric clinging stubbornly to her curves before finally releasing with a soft squelch.

As the last light faded from the sky, they huddled together on the bed of palm fronds, their bare skin pressed against each other for warmth. Jen's breasts flattened against Mia's back, her warm breath tickling the nape of Mia's neck. Despite the dire circumstances, Mia felt her body responding, her nipples hardening not just from the cold but from the sensation of Jen's soft curves moulded against her.

"Do you think they'll find us?" Jen whispered, her breath warm against Mia's neck, lips brushing against her skin with each word.

"Tomorrow, probably," Mia said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "The boat rental place will notice when we don't return."

Jen's hand moved across Mia's waist, fingers splaying over her stomach, pulling her closer until not even air could pass between their bodies. "I'm scared," she admitted.

"Me too," Mia said, turning to face her. In the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves, she could just make out Jen's features. "But we're together."

Their lips met, tentatively at first, then with increasing urgency. The kiss was different from their previous ones, deeper, more primal. Jen's tongue slipped into Mia's mouth, hot and insistent, exploring every corner as her hands began to roam. She traced the curve of Mia's hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Is this okay?" Jen whispered, her voice husky with need.

Mia answered by guiding Jen's hand to her breast. "More than okay." She gasped as Jen's palm covered her breast, thumb circling her nipple in a way that sent electric pulses straight between her thighs.

The fear and cold were suddenly forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. Jen's thigh slipped between Mia's legs, pressing against her centre, creating a delicious friction that made Mia whimper. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues tangling as hands explored with newfound urgency.

Mia gasped as Jen's fingers trailed down her stomach, circling her navel before moving lower. They'd been intimate before, but never like this, never with this raw, animal need. Jen's fingers slid through her folds, finding her already slick with desire.

"God, you're so wet," Jen breathed against her ear, her fingers exploring, teasing.

"I want you," Mia whispered, surprised by the boldness in her voice. "All of you. Inside me. Now."

As Jen's fingers slipped inside her, Mia arched her back, a moan tearing from her throat. Jen's thumb found her clit, circling it with practised precision as her fingers curled forward, finding that spot that made Mia see stars.

"There," Mia gasped, her hips bucking against Jen's hand. "Right fucking there."

Jen increased her pace, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, as her mouth latched onto Mia's breast, teeth grazing the sensitive nipple. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Mia felt her climax building with startling speed.

"Don't stop," she begged, her fingers tangling in Jen's hair, holding her mouth against her breast. "Please don't stop."

When the orgasm hit, it crashed through her like storm waves, her inner walls clenching around Jen's fingers as waves of pleasure radiated outward. She cried out, the sound echoing in the night air, completely uninhibited.

Before she'd even caught her breath, Mia flipped their positions, pinning Jen beneath her. "My turn," she growled, sliding down Jen's body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her skin.

Jen's thighs parted eagerly as Mia settled between them. The musky scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and Mia took a moment to appreciate the sight of Jen's swollen, glistening sex in the dim moonlight.

"Please," Jen whispered, hips rising in invitation.

Mia dipped her head, her tongue taking a long, slow stroke through Jen's folds. The taste was addictive, salt and sweetness and something uniquely Jen. She focused her attention on the small bundle of nerves at the top, circling it with her tongue before sucking it gently into her mouth.

Jen's reaction was immediate and visceral, her back arching off their makeshift bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Encouraged, Mia slid two fingers inside her, feeling the tight heat envelop them. She established a rhythm, her tongue working in concert with her thrusting fingers.

Jen's thighs began to tremble, her hands gripping Mia's hair almost painfully as her orgasm approached. "I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh god, Mia, I'm coming."

Mia felt Jen's walls pulsing around her fingers as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her release. She continued her ministrations, gentler now, helping Jen ride out the aftershocks.

Afterwards, they lay entwined, their sweat-slicked bodies creating a cocoon of warmth in the cool night air. Jen's hand lazily traced patterns on Mia's bare breast, occasionally tweaking the nipple just to hear Mia's soft gasp.

"That was..." Jen trailed off, her fingers moving lower, circling Mia's navel.

"Intense," Mia finished for her. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Jen's face in the dim light. "I've never felt that... connected before."

Jen reached up to brush a strand of hair from Mia's face, her other hand still exploring, dipping between Mia's thighs to find her still sensitive and responsive. "Me neither. Maybe it's because..."

"Because we might die?" Mia supplied with a small laugh that turned into a moan as Jen's fingers found her clit again.

"I was going to say because there's nothing between us now," Jen said, her fingers making slow, deliberate circles. "No distractions, no phones, no work. Just us."

They fell asleep that way, curled together like quotation marks, their naked bodies providing all the warmth they needed.

The next morning brought reality crashing back as they surveyed their situation in the harsh light of day. The storm had passed, leaving behind a brilliant blue sky that seemed to mock their predicament. Their clothes, hung on branches to dry overnight, were still damp.

"We should explore," Jen said, reluctantly pulling on her underwear and tank top. "See if there's fresh water, maybe something to eat."

Mia nodded, equally reluctant to break the intimate bubble they'd created. "I think I heard running water last night; it might be a stream nearby."

As they picked their way through the vegetation, Mia found herself watching Jen with new eyes. Something had shifted between them last night, something fundamental.

They found a small freshwater stream and drank gratefully before following it deeper into the island. The discovery of a cluster of wild banana trees felt like winning the lottery.

"We're not going to starve, at least," Jen said, reaching up to pull down a bunch of small, finger-sized bananas.

By midday, the heat had become oppressive. Their clothes, now dry, stuck to their sweat-slicked skin uncomfortably.

"We should go back to the beach," Mia suggested. "Maybe we can catch sight of a boat."

They emerged onto the same stretch of sand where they'd washed ashore. The ocean stretched to the horizon, uninterrupted by any sign of rescue.

"Let's cool off," Jen said, pulling her tank top over her head. "The water looks calmer now."

Mia watched as Jen stripped down to nothing, her eyes trailing over her girlfriend's body, the small, perky breasts with their rosy nipples, the flat stomach, and the triangle of neatly trimmed blonde hair between her thighs. Without the immediate threat of hypothermia, there was something decidedly more deliberate about her nakedness now.

"Coming?" Jen asked over her shoulder as she waded into the clear blue water.

Mia didn't need to be asked twice. She shed her clothes quickly and followed Jen into the water, sighing with relief as the cool ocean enveloped her overheated skin.

They swam out a short distance, keeping close to shore. When Jen suddenly disappeared beneath the surface, Mia felt a moment of panic until she felt hands on her thighs, pulling her down.

They broke the surface together, laughing, and Jen wrapped her legs around Mia's waist, the water making her weightless. Their naked bodies pressed together, breasts against breasts, Jen's legs locked around Mia's back.

"I'm starting to think getting stranded isn't so bad," Jen said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mia smiled, her hands supporting Jen's bare ass beneath the water. "It has its perks."

Their lips met again, saltwater mingling with the taste of each other. Jen's wet body pressed against Mia's, her nipples hard points dragging across Mia's chest as they kissed deeply. Underwater, Mia's fingers found their way between Jen's legs, earning a gasp that broke their kiss.

"I want to try something," Jen whispered, unwrapping her legs and leading Mia toward the shallows.

They ended up on the wet sand at the water's edge, waves lapping at their feet. Jen positioned herself above Mia, her knees on either side of Mia's head, her sex hovering just inches from Mia's mouth.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice husky with desire, her arousal evident in the glistening pink flesh on display.

Mia's answer was to reach up and pull Jen down to her mouth. The taste was different here, salt water and Jen's unique flavour combining into something intoxicating. She lapped at Jen's entrance before focusing on her clit, sucking the hard nub between her lips.

Jen's moans, no longer muffled by concern about neighbours in the hotel, echoed across the empty beach as she rocked against Mia's tongue. "Fuck, yes," she cried, her thighs trembling on either side of Mia's head. "Just like that."

Mia gripped Jen's ass, holding her firmly in place as she worked her tongue in firm, quick strokes. She could feel Jen getting closer, her movements becoming more erratic, the taste of her arousal intensifying.

When Jen's body finally tensed and shuddered, Mia held her tightly, her tongue continuing its relentless assault as Jen rode out her orgasm against her mouth. Jen collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

"Jesus Christ," Jen panted, rolling onto her back beside Mia. "That was... fuck."

They lay side by side, catching their breath, until Jen turned to Mia with a wicked smile. "Your turn."

She manoeuvred Mia onto all fours, positioning herself behind her. Mia gasped in surprise as she felt Jen's tongue slide through her folds from behind, a new angle that sent shivers up her spine.

"Oh god," Mia moaned, dropping to her elbows, her back arching to give Jen better access. "There, that's it. Ohhh, fuck yeah."

Jen's tongue was everywhere, circling her entrance, flicking across her clit, in a way that made Mia whimper with unexpected pleasure. When Jen slid two fingers deep inside her while her tongue continued its assault on her clit, Mia felt her orgasm building with alarming speed.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her fingers digging into the sand. "Jen, I'm…"

The climax hit her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clamping down on Jen's fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Jen kept going, driving her into a second, even more intense orgasm that left her collapsed on the sand, breathless and quivering.

They lay side by side afterwards, letting the gentle waves wash over their spent bodies, the sun drying their skin.

"If they don't find us soon," Jen said, propping herself up to look at Mia, her hand casually coming to rest on Mia's breast, thumb idly circling the nipple, "I might not want to be found."

Mia laughed, but there was truth in Jen's words. Something was happening between them here, something that might not have happened so quickly in the real world with all its distractions and insecurities.

As the afternoon wore on, they found themselves making love again in their makeshift shelter, Jen's fingers and tongue driving Mia to repeated, shuddering climaxes until she begged for mercy. Then again, as the sun began to set, their bodies were in a sixty-nine position, each bringing the other to orgasm simultaneously as the first stars appeared in the sky.

That night, as they lay together watching the stars through gaps in the foliage, Mia found herself saying words she hadn't planned.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Jen turned to her, eyes wide in the darkness. For a moment, Mia feared she'd said too much, too soon.

Then Jen smiled, a smile so genuine it made Mia's heart ache. "I know I'm falling in love with you," she said. "Maybe I already have been, but it took nearly drowning to make me realise it."

They sealed this confession with another round of lovemaking, slower this time, more deliberate, each touch expressing the emotions they'd just voiced. Jen's fingers moved inside Mia with exquisite tenderness, her thumb circling her clit with just the right pressure as Mia whispered her name over and over like a prayer.

On the third day, as they were exploring the far side of the island, they heard the distant sound of a motor. Racing back to the beach, they barely had time to pull on enough clothing to be decent before a search and rescue boat came into view.

As they waited to be spotted, standing hand in hand on the beach, Jen squeezed Mia's fingers.

"Promise me something," she said, her eyes still fixed on the approaching boat.

"Anything."

"Promise me we won't lose this when we go back. Whatever this is that we found here."

Mia turned to her, taking both her hands. "I promise. This isn't just an island thing for me."

"Me neither," Jen said, leaning in for a kiss as her hand slipped under Mia's shirt, a final, intimate touch before their rescue.

The rescue boat's horn sounded, signalling they'd been spotted. As they waved their arms in acknowledgement, Mia knew that while their time on the island was ending, something much more important was just beginning.