As soon as I tuck the doll into bed, the klaxon roars, revealing our success. "Right. Now I'm getting out of this crap hole."

*****

Emma P.O.V

"We're back!" I skip back into the main camp, trying not to stand on any pointy twigs or to be pierced by thorns. "And we did it! We have a luxury breakfast!"

"Oh my god!" Emily squeals, jumping up from her bed, stretching herself out, and then belting over to hug John, Harry and I. "Do you know how much I'm craving beans right now?"

"Me too." John nods. "We are going to eat like kings!"

"And queens!" I chuckle. "Speaking of kings ... where's James?"

Fleur's attention turns to me with a face of mischievousness and playfulness. "He went down to the creek a while ago. Go and have a look for him, would you?"

I leave the boys to explain the grimy details of the trial, whilst I trail the paths towards the creek. Taking a left in the fork in the road, I scale down a small rockface to the makeshift poolside.

"James?"

"...James?"

My heart clenches in my chest.

As I approach the creek, I spot the lit candles around the edge that delve through the darkness, casting a gorgeous dance on the softly moving lake water. Each candle is surrounded by rose petals, freshly picked from one of the bushes by the Telegraph.

The water has a few floating petals in too, and vines from the treetops have been tied together to form a heart shape that lays against a rock.

"Emma."

The air is calm, warm and content. In the middle of the creek stands a boy, blonde silky swept hair, shirtless whilst only in his swimming trunks. "Do you like it?"

"Oh my god." I study every cute detail. "How did you do this?"

"Fleur helped." James chuckles, scratching the back of his head with anxiety. "But I wanted to do something special."

I love him.

"Come on. Get in."

I strip off my stinking clothes, leaving me in my white and silver bikini. "You look stunning." He studies each curve of my body whilst I descend into the water - it's warmer than usual.

"You didn't have to do this for me."

"But I wanted to." James grins. "I wanted to have some alone time with you."

I float through the water with as much elegance as I can muster; the water rises to my waist. Step by step, I move into James' abs and slink my arms around his waist. "Thank you, baby boy."

"Don't thank me."

His fingers gently caress the back of my head, causing my eyes to shut as a baby would

"That feels so good."

I stand for a while, letting the warmth radiating between us.

"Emma?"

I look up to him.

James' face, even in the dimmest of lights, is a masterpiece. Every feature of his body is an art, and as the stars compliment his muscles, I turn my head and peck his lips.

He holds the kiss longingly, savouring the strawberry flavour. "Mmm." He grunts, radiating sexual arousal, caressing my lips with his own.

Every movement of his hands are a huge boost of arousal, making me desire him even more - he makes me feel as if I'm a princess.

"I want all of you, Emma." His voice resonates through the skin of my ear as he kisses it softly. "I want all of you, tonight."

Our kisses grow slightly hungrier. "But what if someone comes by?"

"Don't worry," he strokes a wet hand across my face, wrapping baby hairs behind my ear. "Fleur is keeping everyone away, so you and I can have some 'quality' time together."

Even the sound of his careless whisper is sexy. My lips return to his, massaging over each other as if they were built as a complementary pair.

James' fingers break the water surface, travelling to the back of my thighs. "Jump."

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders whilst obeying his command, letting him carry me. My legs stay interlocked around his waist; my lips never leave his.

I'm placed on a slate on the edge of the lake, half emerged under the water so everything underneath our hips is blocked out by the black surface.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah," I whisper back, lightening our kisses. "God, you're hot."

With every second that passes, his hand studies each inch of my skin, working down to my bikini bottoms. "Is this ok?"

"You don't have to ask," I giggle, giving him a slight hand when I slip off my bikini bottoms, and place them on a rock on the side of the lake. "As long as I'm with you."

James savours every sweet second, pulling down his trunks painfully slowly. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm ready."

My legs stay attached around my boyfriend's hips, whilst he leans over me, resting his hands on the slate I'm perched on.

Even in the cold water, James' erect manhood doesn't fail to impress. I scout the outline I can see through the water, gawking at his size.

James moves his hips forward, thrusting himself slowly into my core, filling up my insides. "Does it hurt?"

"No," I breathe, sensing a wave of pleasure. Once I've taken time to adjust, "Ok. Go."

James begins to dance against me, using his hips to cast a spell of pleasure and fulfilment. "Mmm."

"Baby, be quiet." I plead, caressing his jaw.

"It's ok. Everyone is probably asleep now. You can be as loud as you like, baby girl... we're alone."

As James' fulfils all my pleasures, the moans and groans begin to slip out. "Mmm yeah," echoes from my mouth at a very loud volume, as his large length stretches fills me up. "Mmm."

As my words become louder, James' rhythm begins to speed up, managing to hit the tender spot with every thrust. "Oh my god James, I'm close."

The echoing of skin on skin blasts through the treetops, as our sex begins to get hot, rough and heavy.  As the final waves of pleasure roll over my skin, James traces his lips over the hairs of my neck and breasts.

"Come on, baby girl," James breathes, finishing himself off. "It's about time we get some rest."

In the morning...

"Good morning Celebrities," Dec harmonises.

I clutch onto my boyfriend's hand. The thought of six now becoming five is a scary thought. "How are you all this morning?"

"Feeling nervous." John tosses his head in the air. "But we've had a lovely luxury breakfast, so it's all a bit better."

"We're glad to hear that!" Holly sings. "But of course, we are about to reveal who is leaving camp today. So ... in no particular order."

"James ... the public has decided ... it's not you."

"Emma ... it's not you."

"Fleur ... it's not you."

"Emily ... it might be you."

"Harry ... it's not you."

"Which means John, it might be you."

"It's between Emily and John. The public has been voting, and have decided that the next person to leave I'm A Celebrity is ... Emily."

My heart smashes.

"Awh, Emma." I take her in my embrace. Even though we've had our ups and our downs, Emily has been a key part of my experience. "Don't cry."

"I'm going to miss you." I try to hold it together. "But I'll see you soon?"

"I'll be waiting at the hotel for you." She winks. "Thank you for being such a good friend of mine."

After Emily says goodbye to all the other campmates, we wave her goodbye at the usual spot.

"Bye gorgeous!" Fleur's hollers, waving up at the large metal bridge that leads to the outside world.

Once we're all back to camp, "so that's it." John huffs. "We are the final five."

Wow. I guess that's right. Members of the public have been dialling the number on the back of my coat, wanting me to stay in this dream.

"Harry Redknapp, James McVey, Fleur East, Emma Wellington and John Barrowman! Your final five!" I put on a Geordie accent in the best hope that it sounds like Dec/Ant.

I can't believe it.

We're down to five.

*****

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