It was monday and Elena and Richard had eaten six mangos and a shared protein bar since saturday morning.  With any luck, someone would find them and let them out today, but they realized they might be locked in until Saturday.  The temperatures were high, and they were getting dehydrated and hungry.  Richard decided he'd have to brave the banana tree climb to get more food.  He armed himself with his swiss army knife and a large shard of glass from the bottle, wrapped in a tshirt to protect his hands.  He had pulled some vines down and used those to secure the knife to the end of another branch he had snapped off.  The plants would grow back later, but their lives  were at risk now.  They spent more time in the tropical forest to be near the water source, and because it was cooler in there.  Still very hot, but the vapor kept them from drying out so fast.  

Elena finally decided to shed her jumpsuit.  After a rinsing swim in the ocean the day before, she dried off in the sun while Richard searched the facility for any possible caches of tools, water, or food.  He had agreed to give her privacy for the hour, so she could feel comfortable removing her clothes and not contaminating the water with more dirt and soap than necessary.  He found her sunbathing, in her way, when he returned with a small hacksaw he had found in the brush, a bit rusted, and plastic gallon jug.  He rinsed it and filled it with water, and then set to scraping the rust off the saw with some sand and fibers he had collected.  Elena rolled onto her stomach, and looked up at him sitting on the stairwell that led down to the beach.  

They looked like two castaways on one of those reality shows or cheesy B movies that would usually entertain the crew on weeknights in the lounge.  Richard was wearing only underwear and shoes, his t shirt ripped to shreds for other purposes, including as a bandana.  The heat index had made it a sweltering jungle in there, and both were always covered with a sheen of sweat and pheremones.  His beard had started to grow in, shining with little flecks of gold and red when the light hit it.  Her hair had formed fuzzy ringlet type curls, not too big, but not very tame.  The trim Tiffany had done left a halo of waves around her face.  She had taken off her glasses, as they weren't necessary for just walking around, mostly reading and staring into microscopes and at computer screens.  They hadn't seen anything digital in days.  

Elena lay on her belly looking at Richard bent over, working, and pressed herself up into a yoga pose she had learned.  Might as well, she thought, and then did a round of asanas to keep limber.  She was already pretty lean, and the last few days had chiseled off a few more pounds.  The camisole was no longer tight against her body, and as she bent forward, Richard could steal glances of her bouncing breasts underneath.   At this point, they had passed well into each other's comfort zone, and she couldn't bear to put the red jumpsuit back on.  She'd have to make due with bikini underwear and a tank top and the shoes.  Richard's gaze had poured over every inch of her body by now, every curve and sinew, every surface and bend.  She didn't pull back when he looked at her anymore, didn't grimace when a smile crossed his face.  Instead, she smiled back and stood up a little straighter, perhaps arched a little more forward into his view.  She wasn't made of stone, after all. 

After a while, Richard returned to the rainforest with the saw bound to a long branch, to cut bananas.  He called to Elena to join him, he wanted to show her something.   They climbed up the side of the water fall feature, and perched on the ledge that overlooked their little tropical paradise.  The water fall collected in a little pool, about the size of a jacuzzi, before falling down the side of rocks and feeding orchids and bromeliads and other jungle blooms.  Elena had never seen this before, and no one had mentioned it.  Richard pointed out what looked like a nest in one of the trees, Harriet's head poking out the top of it with another little head beside her.  It wasn't Ozzy.  They realized the monkeys had gone and made a little family for themselves when no one was looking.  A few minutes went by before Ozzy returned to the nest, carrying a purply reddish fruit that neither had seen growing anywhere.  

"Do you know what that is?" he asked Elena.  She nodded.

"It's passiflora.  Passion fruit.  I forgot there were some growing in here, we leave them to the macaques." Richard climbed over the top of the rocks and disappeared over the other side.  He returned shortly afterwards with two in his hand.

"We can eat these?" he asked.  Elena nodded.  They split open the pods, and scooped out the orange pulp of the ripe fruits with their fingers.  Even mangos get boring after a few days and these were delicious.  Elena sat by the edge of the pool, with her feet dangling in, eating and smiling and laughing in delight.  A piece of passion fruit fell from her mouth and landed on one of her breasts.  She looked down, and then looked up to see Richard bend over.  He leaned in his head, in with a long firm tongue, licked it clean off her.  He looked up at the surprised Elena, and then pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily, and opening her mouth with his mouth, stroking her tongue with his tongue.  In a moment, he completely enveloped her in his arms, his kisses pulling her into him so she could not pull back.  

He lifted her up and put her down along a bench of stone.  Cool water dripped over the surface slowly, running under their backs.  His hands were everywhere, holding her breasts and encircling her nipples.  He pulled down the camisole, and buried his face in her tits, suckling and licking, pulling the nipple with his lips, flicking them with his tongue.  She gasped in pleasure and her back arched and bucked against him.  He pushed her back down and moved his face down her belly and over her mound of venus.  The soft white panties were wet, and clinging, revealing all the folds and nibs of her pulsing vulva.  He pulled them down with his teeth, and pushed his nose into her lips.  She cried out as his tongue lashed out and flicked across her clit.  Then he pulled it in between his lips, suckling and teasing, as he had done with her nipples, while his hand held her hips from behind, pushing her into his face.  

Richard quickly dispatched the panties and tossed them beside the pool of water.  Pushing her legs apart, he entered her quickly and fully, thrusting his hard cock into her while pulling her hips towards him.  He was deep inside, and his hands reached under her back, and hooked on her shoulders.  He pulled her into his cock as he continued thrusting, her knees pushed back and flaring to the side.  Then he slowed down, and started withdrawing until only the head was inside her.  Elena looked up at him with her wide blue eyes, thick with lashes, and trembling in surprise and ecstasy.  He paused, then slowly pushed in, just a little.  Then he pulled back again, and went even slower this time.  He was just barely inside her at this point, when she cried out in agony, and sank her fingers into his rear, grabbing his buttocks and thrusting him towards her.  He resisted a moment, and then pushed into her full throttle.  He picked up the pace, thrusting and pulling, his thighs hitting her buttocks, faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped.  He pulled completely out of her and kneeling over her gasping body, leaned in and kissed her lips.  They were stained from passion fruit and plump from kissing.  Then he climbed off of her and dipped in the pool.  

Elena lay a moment, and then sat up, staring at him.  He hadn't finished, and yet she had been brought to climax just from his rhythms alone.  This had never happened to her, with any guy.  Usually it took a lot of times, and lots of foreplay and sometimes a vibrator.  Most of her orgasms had happened when she was alone, after the sex had ended.  Richard's back was to her, as he poured the clean fresh water over his body and let it drip down his back and along his legs.  She slipped into the water behind him, and put her hands on his back.  He turned, his erection still firm and high, and picked her up.  This time, he lowered her onto his erect cock, and finished inside her while they were both standing up with the waterfall hitting his back and spraying around them.  The macaques clapped in the distance.  

After rinsing out and wringing out her camisole and panties, Elena slowly climbed down the rocks to the ground and strolled back  to the beach.  Richard had wandered off completely nude, hacking at bananas, plucking passionfruit, and knocking down mangos. He returned to the beach carrying a tshirt sling of enough fruit for about two days, which meant he could spend his time resting and swimming and making love with Elena.  He had also gathered a little more dried wood, apparently a pile had been left behind one of the trees, from a previous project.  He built a little campfire on the beach, and then lit it.  The sun was down, and the full moon illuminated the greenhouse.  

Elena didn't try to resist him.  She was entranced by his magnetic body, his powerful arms, and his capacity to pleasure her so endlessly with his tongue and fingers and cock.  When she wasn't dozing, she was trying to come up with reasons to refuse any more of his attentions.  All her rationale would dissolve when he would slip his fingers between her legs, and start kissing her.  He had already taken her in almost every way she could imagine.  As she bent over picking up rocks from the sand, he had snuck up behind her and pushed himself inside her, then later against the trees, on the stairs, in the sand, over the keel of the little row boat.  Her body was aching for him, her womanhood was wet for him.  He was strong and passionate and overwhelming in ways she could not  understand.  She had few words but yes, and more, and please, and ooooooooh.   He kept her full of sweet fruits and delicious cock.  She was delirious from the heat and the hunger and the desire.  She could no longer tell the difference between them, as he would climb on her once again, thrusting so deeply inside her she could not tell where he ended and she began anymore.  Then he'd roll onto his back and pull her onto him, one finger pushing her clit, another tickling her ass while she squirmed and writhed and climaxed again.  

By thursday they had lost all sense of time and space and identity.  Rising with the sun, and sleeping with the dusk, hours marked with naps and baths and eating and rutting, the pair had lost the polish of civilization and picked up the burnish of paradise.  They were no longer Richard and Elena, but He and She, the archetypal pair.  The yin and yang in unison, the singularity.  She blazed with the fire of his ardour, and he sparkled with the dew of her desire.  

Nobody noticed the flashing of the light outside door, as the timed airlocks unsealed.  Nobody noticed nothing, as time moved along from standing still.