"It's dead," Anya said as she stood up. Leave it to the engine of the boat to stop working in the middle of nowhere. The only good thing was that they had managed to make it to a small island before the engine completely died. The boat was beached and so were they.
"Nineteenth century tech," Anya said. "That's what I get for renting a boat with an internal combustion engine. Had it been one of ours, it wouldn't have broken down."
Anya sighed and sat down on the sand. "I know. It'll be just like the cereal incident."
"I'm sure we can think of something," Anya said. She waggled her eyebrows. "The first thing I have to do is put on sunscreen. Otherwise I will be a lobster."
Anya leaned over and kissed him. "I knew there was a reason why I love you. I'll be right back." She sprang to her feet and climbed back onto the boat. After a few moments of searching around she found the bottle of sunscreen lotion. She hopped out of the boat and tossed him the bottle.
He returns the kiss, then lets her go get the sunscreen. He catches it out of the air, then waits for her to return. "Really warm day. I'm going to be forced to be /very/ thorough."
"Fortunately, I have an excellent discipline problem for just such emergency cases of rebellion.
You know, being tied up.... spankings... time on your knees... all sorts of things that won't happen." he teases, in proper response to the warning, equally amused.
"For now, I seem to have a bunch of sunscreen, if you want to get stretched out for me."
"Good plan, that." he agrees - more than happy to watch her running, naked, back to the boat. When she's settled, he moves to straddle her, kneeling over her ass and upper thighs, perfect to lean forward and start what's half backrub, half applying suntan lotion over her shoulders.
"We're just getting started. You have a lot more inches that lack sunscreen." he responds, working over her shoulders more, then eventually her upper arms.
"Just because I was never a boyscout doesn't mean I didn't come prepared. I brought some sunscreen too, just in case we were out on the water longer than planned. There's plenty." he explains, while continuing the massage, working down her arms to her hands, massaging all the way along with applying the lotion.
"I knew there was a reason why I love you," she said with a grin. "We'll probably be here for a few hours. Well as soon as Sunny realizes I haven't contacted him about my schedule or a meeting."
"I do keep an emergency com and all... but I'm lacking any sense of emergency just now." he replies, working down over her upper sides and then the back of her ribs.
"No emergency," she agreed. "There's no need to make a call. I have a tracker in me and as soon as Sunny realizes I'm missing, he'll call my Dad and then someone will come for us."