"What the fuck, Laura!" Graham shouted, seemingly as loud as possible. If he was doing it on purpose, it worked, as it caused Laura to jump from her sleep.
"What's his fucking problem now?" she grumbled, as she sat up and rubbed her eyes to try and bring herself round. She hadn't heard that tone in his voice for a while, and assumed that their differences were now behind them. It was now more than a month since they had been castaway on the island, and Laura and Graham were starting to become very close -- not just physically, but on a much deeper level too.
They spent the days talking and laughing together as they went about the tasks needed to survive, and the nights were spent strengthening their togetherness, with whispered confessions and sweaty limbs intertwined. Indeed, they were almost inseparable at times, and with only each other for company on their island, their need for the other became so much more than just the need for human interaction. They thought less and less about their lives off the island, and as the days went on, the conversations about it dwindled until, as an unspoken rule, they stopped speaking about it altogether. They hoped less and less every day for an escape from their tropical paradise, even though they kept the spare life raft permanently tied to a tree on the beach, and the flare gun safely concealed within their camp, just in case any ships ever passed by.
Graham was not an obnoxious, arrogant prick, as she had initially thought, and Laura was not a spoilt, childish brat, as he had originally assumed. His softer, more caring side had come out to her, just as her selfless, strong-willed character had made itself known to him. They became more and more attracted to each other as every day passed, and more tolerant and supportive of their individual needs, just like any couple would in the early days of their relationship. And although the circumstances that had brought them together were unusual, to say the least, their new way of living was starting to just become unquestionably normal.
Therefore, it came as a bit of a shock when Graham shouted so angrily at the top of his voice one morning. Laura stumbled forward, brushing the tangled mess of dark hair off her face, to see what was wrong, to find him hunched over the fire, trying to light it again. He glanced up at her.
"You let the fire go out. Again," he said, in a quiet, menacing voice.
"What the fuck?" Laura spat back, "it's hardly something worth shouting about!"
"I've told you time and time again that we can't let the fire go out, and this was supposed to be your watch," Graham said.
"Alright, Jesus Christ, sorry!" came her reply, "I can't believe you're making so much fuss!"
The argument continued, as Laura became more sarcastic, and Graham more patronising, leading to some quite personal verbal attacks.
"I guess I was right about you all along, you are just a fucking child," he huffed.
Absolutely fuming, Laura marched over to Graham till there was barely anything separating them. "FUCK YOU!," she shouted, right in his face. But, as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had gone too far. She watched, hand over her mouth to prevent her saying anything more, as Graham's eyes narrowed and darkened, till they looked almost black.
Before she had a chance to step back, Graham had his hands wrapped round her upper arms, pulling her down with him as he sat on a log. "If you are going to act like a child, I'm going to treat you like one," he said through gritted teeth.
He twisted her arms behind her back, capturing her slim wrists in one of his large hands, while the other pushed her over his knee, her legs caught between his thighs. As Laura struggled against him, Graham started to pull her shorts and underwear down over her arse.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she cried out, desperately ashamed that she could already feel arousal coursing through her body.
"I'm going to teach you that you can't get away with being a fucking brat," he growled, raising his hand and bringing it down hard onto her left cheek. Laura screamed out in shock and pain. He did the same thing to the other cheek, causing her entire body to rock and convulse, her arse stinging and her eyes watering.
