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JJ and Kiara burst through the water's surface, their hearts pounding, the weight of what had just happened still heavy on them. John B and Pope hurriedly pulled them back into the boat, but everything was a blur. The ambush, the struggle underwater — it was all too much.
“There was a guy that tried to kill us, Pope” JJ voice came out strained as Pope helped him up the boat’s ladder. “We saw a boat out here too. They were armed, we need to get out of here now,” Pope voice was filled with hidden panic as he informed his friend.
“No you don’t understand, there’s a guy down there —” JJ began, not processing the information given to him. Pope interrupted, placing a firm grip on JJ’s shoulder, gaining the male’s full attention. “There’s a boat. We just saw it pass.” His normal composed stature faltered as his panic increased.
Pope pulled up the ladder quickly as he shouted at John B. “Go! Go now!”
JJ glanced over at Kiara, her eyes wide with panic. Despite the burning pain building in his chest, JJ's first instinct was to check on her.
"Kiara?" He scrambled across the rocking deck, ignoring the tremors in his body. His hands shook as he cupped her face. "You okay? You hurt?"
Kiara blinked, her breaths shallow but her focus sharp on JJ. "I'm okay," she lied, her fingers curling into the sleeve of his wetsuit. Her body ached, but she wouldn't let him see it — not now. "I'm fine, are you?"
JJ nodded, though the tightness in his chest worsened with every second. "I'm good," he said, his voice strained, but he forced a small smile for her. They had to get out of here. They had to be safe.
The boat sped toward the shore, the salt air whipping through their hair. All the while, JJ kept his eyes on Kiara, their hands never parting even as they sat together on the boat's bench. John B kept his gaze forward, focused on escaping. Pope kept watch, nervous glances flickering between them, waiting for something — anything — to calm the storm that had crashed over their heads.
They docked at the pier with a screech, JJ and Kiara changed from their wetsuits, but as JJ stood to help Kiara off the boat, the world around him seemed to tilt. He stumbled, his hand gripping the railing, his breath quickening.
"JJ?" Pope called out, noticing his friend's stagger. JJ waved him off, but Kiara clung tighter to him.
Pope's eyes narrowed as he took a closer look at both of them. Kiara was pale, her breathing shallow, and JJ was trying hard to mask his pain, but it was obvious now. "Guys...something's not right." He alerted the pogues, whose primary attention suddenly turned to JJ and Kiara.
“Hey man, did you take your safety stop?” Pope softly asked the male who had collapsed in a seat near the exit. “I’m going to say it one more time. Someone was trying to kill us. We did not make the safety stops…” JJ’’s words trailed off as Pope spoke over him.
Pope's face darkened with realization. "They have the bends." Panic set in as the pieces clicked. "We need to get them to the hospital — now!"
John B didn't waste a second. He helped Pope carry JJ and Kiara into the back of the Twinkie. The van roared to life, speeding down the streets toward the hospital. In the back, Pope tried to keep them steady.
JJ's grip tightened on Kiara's hand, the pain growing unbearable. "Stay with me, Kie," he muttered through gritted teeth. She nodded weakly, leaning her head against his ghe window. Neither of them spoke, both too consumed by the silent terror coursing through their veins.
The moment they reached the hospital, nurses swarmed them. JJ and Kiara were whisked away, the last thing either of them seeing was each other's strained faces through the blur of the crowd.
Minutes later, they were in the hyperbaric chambers, twisting and twitching in pain as they began adjusting to the decompression pressure. Outside, John B watched through the glass, his expression a mix of fear and relief.
"They're gonna be okay," John B whispered, more to convince himself than anyone else.
Silence covered the duo as they laid in the chamber. The pain easing as time passed. “Kie,” JJ called out softly, earning a small non committal reply. “You almost died.” His voiced cracked as he stared at the chamber’s ceiling. “I should’ve never let you go down there.” He continued, his face twisting at the thought of losing her.
“Then who would’ve saved your life? If I wasn’t there, he would’ve gotten you.” Kiara whispered. Her mind painted a quick picture of possibilities, and she frowned slightly at the thought of losing him.
“Ok, I saved you too” His playful reply slightly cutting the tension. “You did,” Kiara commented as she turned to him. Her eyes shining brightly as they made eye contact. JJ’s eyes fell at the thought of those brightness becoming dull. “Thank God,” he whispered as he made eye contact with her once again.
“You know, we’re in here for 12 hours.” Kiara remarked as she glanced around the chamber, earning a small hum from JJ, who looked at her with lowered eyes. “What are we gonna do?” He asked, the rasp in his tone sending shockwaves through Kiara.
She gave him a soft smile as her brows jumped. “I’m sure we’ll think of something,”
The mischievous glint in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by JJ. A smile grew on his lips as he leaned forward.
“Dr. Roberts to room 43.” A female voice echoed over the PA system as the view of a doctor walking past the chamber came into their sights. Kiara pouted as she glanced at JJ, who stayed in his position — eager to continue what was about to start. She pulled her pillow from beneath her and used it as a blockade against the glass.
She turned to him, wasting no time connecting her lips to his. Her hands held his face as he pressed his fingertips into her bare waist. They pulled away slightly as JJ tugged at Kiara waist. She smirked as she threw her leg around him —straddling him.
She leaned down, capturing his lips again as her hips rolled against his. A moan slipped from her lips as his growing erection poked at her covered core. His breathing hitched at the friction. He thrusted upwards, earning a gasp from Kiara, which he used as an opportunity for his tongue to slip passed her lips.
His fingers hooked around her shorts. He pulled away and looked at her for permission. “Take it off,” she whispered. In a swift moment, with her assistance, she was bare from the waist down. She wasted no time doing the same to him.
They both sharply inhaled as Kiara sunk down on his hardened member. Her head fell back as the position stretched her walls. “Fuck…” her voice cracked as he released a soft breathy moan. Her hips raised and fell as she rode him. His hands trailed up her abdomen, his curled fingers dragging lines across her skin as he pulled her down to his chest, reconnecting their lips as he thrusted into her.
His nails dug into her waist as her moans grew louder, but JJ swallowed them as he placed one of his hands behind her head and deepened the kiss.
He rolled her beneath him, he felt himself approaching his climax, and he needed to regain the control for her to reach hers first. He pulled out and stroke her again, repeating this action a few times before finding his rhythm once again.
He watched as her lips went slightly ajar and her brows furrowed together, she was close. His thumb found her clit, stroking the nub as his hips continuously hit her g-spot.
He felt her tighten around him before reaching her climax, releasing her fluid on his member. The action brought him to his own climax seconds later.
JJ collapsed on her chest as they calmed down from their high. He gave Kiara a lazy kiss before rolling off of her. He grabbed the bandana that he usually kept in his back pocket and cleaned her thighs, the best he could’ve, before they covered their lower body with their clothing.
JJ removed the pillow from the glass — that got steamed up — and placed it under his head as he took the position where Kiara once was. No words were spoken after their actions, but the way JJ pulled Kiara into his arms and kissed her forehead before he fell asleep said all that needed to be heard