InsaneJournal

WHO: Malia Tate and OPEN
WHAT: Going hunting and for a swim
WHERE: The Waterfall
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WARNINGS: Low
STATUS: Open/Complete


As glad as she was that Stiles had gone home to get his memories of her back, she still missed him. He was, after all, her best friend as well as her mate, and it had been torture when he hadn't remembered most of the time they'd spent together. She wanted him back, wanted her Stiles remembering her. She wanted those smiles that were only for her, that made all the work she was doing to be human worth it.

Of course, things were different here on Sex Island. They would be in an open sort of relationship, sleeping with other people because that was simply what you did here. And Malia didn't mind that, as long as he came home to her, and they had the emotional commitment. As long as he didn't fall in love with anyone else, and as long as he didn't get anyone else pregnant, she didn't really care where he put his dick.

It would have been pretty hypocritical if she had. Malia liked sex, and she liked having it with lots of different people. She only loved Stiles, but she'd enjoyed her times with Isaac and Finnick and Cisco and all of the others she'd been with. And she wanted to keep that going as much as she could.

This morning she'd gotten up early and headed into the woods. There was plenty of food, she knew that. But sometimes nothing beat a freshly killed rabbit. And surely the Gods wouldn't mind if she just killed one? After all, she was doing her part to help them. She was having lots and lots of sex and she was pregnant with two babies. Surely that earned her at least one rabbit?

After she'd killed and eaten it, she went to the waterfall to wash the blood away. Of course, there were specks on her clothes that wouldn't come off so easily, but it was good enough. After she got most of it off, she stripped down and dove into the pool, surfacing a few seconds later with a smile.