In perfect stillness, only sorrow
Title: In perfect stillness, only sorrow
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Kate/Sawyer, post-finale. There's one place on her body he is not allowed to touch.
Spoilers: through The End
Notes: for lost_in_108 prompt #61: mark. The title is from Barbara Kingsolver's novel The Poisonwood Bible: “Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.” (p. 458)
There's one place on her body he is not allowed to touch. He travels over her skin; she groans and moves beneath him. It's only when he reaches her left shoulder, the red, puckered flesh of a healed wound, she twists away.
“Sawyer,” she hisses between her teeth, angry, and it's the only time she doesn't call him James, anymore.
So he kisses her other shoulder instead, soothing his tongue across perfect flesh, and he feels her forgiveness in the way her legs tighten around him again.
When she sleeps, he returns to it, tracing rough edges with a finger. It's his bullet-shaped proof:
It was real.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Kate/Sawyer, post-finale. There's one place on her body he is not allowed to touch.
Spoilers: through The End
Notes: for lost_in_108 prompt #61: mark. The title is from Barbara Kingsolver's novel The Poisonwood Bible: “Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.” (p. 458)
There's one place on her body he is not allowed to touch. He travels over her skin; she groans and moves beneath him. It's only when he reaches her left shoulder, the red, puckered flesh of a healed wound, she twists away.
“Sawyer,” she hisses between her teeth, angry, and it's the only time she doesn't call him James, anymore.
So he kisses her other shoulder instead, soothing his tongue across perfect flesh, and he feels her forgiveness in the way her legs tighten around him again.
When she sleeps, he returns to it, tracing rough edges with a finger. It's his bullet-shaped proof:
It was real.