Episode 1 (Serena Season 2)

There are times when the island really feels like a paradise,

when I forget how far away we are from the rest of the world, adrift in a strange place.

Right now is one of them, where I'm caught between the tangle of the sheets and Serena's hands,

daylight burning away under her touch.

What started out as lazy morning kisses had kindled a different kind of spark, one I'm happy to encourage.

(I love when she wakes up full of fire.)

(All the masks fall down.)

(And god, her smile does things to me.)

Serena: "You seem distracted."

Serena: "And not in the way that I want you to be."

MC: "If it helps, I was thinking about you."

Serena: "That's a good start."

Serena: "Now give me details."

I open my mouth to answer, only for her fingertips to skim across my skin in a way that makes me gasp instead.

My second try goes just as poorly thanks to Serena leaving a warm trail of kisses down my throat,

and I finally settle on a pout.

Serena: "I'm still listening."

MC: "No, you're being a tease."

Serena: "You say that like I can't multitask, ."

The warm glint in her eyes sends an answering heat blossoming through my whole body,

helped along by Serena continuing to explore me inch by inch,

as if she can't stand to let a single part of me go untouched.

Which is what makes it so satisfying to suddenly flip her over,

a huff of surprise brusing my ear as I playfully pin her back against the pillows.

Serena might have some strength on me, but we're still the same height.

MC: "I'm thinking I want to take care of you."

Serena: "Oh?"

MC: "I'm thinking about the way you bite your lip when you're trying to be quiet but a sound comes out anyway."

I place a kiss between Serena's collarbones,

moving lower with my hands working in unison until I'm framing her hips.

A glance up confirms the exact expression I was looking for,

the moan trapped between her teeth just loud enough for me to hear.

MC: "Yeah, like that."

Serena: "You're going to spoil me."

MC: "And you totally make it sound like a bad thing."

MC: "Just lay back and enjoy."

I could have mistaken her grumble for refusal if not for Serena's fingers winding into my hair,

a subtle pressure on the back of my head encouraging me between her thighs.

By the time I've left her gasping and cursing, it's with the pleasure of a job well done.

Serena: "Mm. We've been at this for hours."

MC: "It was nice, though."

Serena: "It was."

Serena: "But we should actually eat at some point."

There's such an easy joke to make there, but I'm stopped by the protesting growl of my stomach,

and Serena's raised brow kills any remaining argument.

MC: "Okay, yeah. Breakfast."

Serena: "We should go pick some more fruit."

Serena: "We're running low and I'd prefer to keep everyone eating balanced meals."

(If she didn't, Logan might try and live off crocodile every day.)

MC: "That's my lovely doctor."

MC: "Always worried about people's health."

Serena: "Only because the rest of you are determined to get into trouble."

Serena sits up, reaching over the side of the bed to track down her dress,

and tenses up when my arms wrap around her back.

MC: "Five more minutes?"

Serena: "You've had your five. Now get dressed."

I can't really argue, so I slip out of bed and stretch, heading towards the dresser.

I'm too distracted by picking out the rest of my outfit to hear Serena come up from behind,

a guiding hand at my waist turning me to face her.

MC: "You know, I can't get dressed if-- mm--"

A searing kiss cuts off the words as Serena's fingers slip around my neck, cupping my jaw to hold me there.

My skirt falls right from my hand, desire leaving me dizzy when Serena's thumb teases over my hipbone.

MC: "So much for breakfast."

Serena: "Not quite."

Serena: "I just wanted one last taste of you."

The desire lacing her voice is enough to leave me flustered the whole way out of the resort,

trying to keep my eye out for fresh fruit instead of simply watching Serena walk in front of me.

(It's a struggle, okay?)

MC: "You in the mood for anything in particular? We've found all kinds of fruit on this island."

Serena: "It really doesn't matter."

Serena: "I'll take whatever we can carry."

We get a little further into the jungle before I spy a mango hanging between branches full of narrow leaves.

Making a quick grab for it, I stop short when there's a rustling on the other side of the tree.

(Uh oh.)

A. Take the fruit.

B. Jump away.

C. Investigate.

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B. Jump away.

(I'm so not getting bitten today.)

(Serena will never let me live it down.)

Taking a long step back, I keep my eyes right on the tree,

trying to figure out what the source of the rustling is.

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Serena: ", what are you--"

We both recoil when a woman I've never seen before pushes past the branches,

only sparing a glance at the mango before she goes stone still, surprise playing out across her face.

(She's-- there's--)

(There really are other people here! That fire did mean something!)

For a moment, I fumble on what to even say, and have to settle on the most obvious question.

MC: "Woah. So..."

MC: "Who are you?"