Fic: If you're not here with me (Lost; Sawyer/Juliet)
Title: If you’re not here with me
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG
Words: 1,500
Summary: Not that he’s been thinking about it all that much, but he’d be lying if he said it ain’t crossed his mind a couple dozen times or so. Like this morning in the shower, or last night when she was walking around the house in her Dharma pajama shorts, or that time at the lake last week when she wasn't wearing nothing but this little blue bikini she borrowed from Amy.
A/N: For propernice, who asked (about a million years ago, back when it was seasonally appropriate) for: “James and Juliet getting caught under mistletoe in Dharmaville right as they're starting to explore their relationship. Horace is a stickler for the rules and demands they kiss.”
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Sawyer hates Christmas.
So of course the damn Dharma Initiative throws a big shindig every year and of course he gets put in charge of decorating the damn rec hall for the party.
It’s fucking irritating, truth be told, and he wants to tell Horace to shove his damn Christmas spirit up his ass, but they’ve only been here for a few months and Horace is just starting to trust him a little. So Sawyer sucks it up and puts his goddamn partying planning hat on and gets to work.
Lucky for him, the Dharma Initiative is just full of the Christmas spirit and he’s got more volunteers than he knows what to do with, so it ain’t like he has to do much other than boss a few people around and keep Phil and Jerry from pulling each other’s hair out.
He spends pretty much all of Christmas Eve doing just that -- standing in the corner of the rec room, making sure Phil and his Christmas ornaments don’t get anyway near Jerry and his red and green streamers -- and he’s exhausted and just wants to go home and hopefully sleep through the whole damn party tomorrow. But he’s still got to hang some mistletoe over all of the doors, because Horace is an idiot who thinks that kind of thing is adorable.
Sawyer’s balanced precariously on a rickety wooden Dharma ladder, hooking the final bunch up to the top of the main double doors, when Juliet walks in, still dressed in her navy blue motor pool jumpsuit. There's a smudge of black engine grease high up on her left cheek and something silver and shiny tangled up in her ponytail.
“Mistletoe?” she asks, sounding amused.
Sawyer rolls his eyes, stepping down off the ladder so that he and Juliet are face to face. “Apparently Horace thinks these morons need more of an excuse to grope each other.”
Juliet smiles at that and Sawyer reaches up to tug on one the silver things in her hair. Up this close, he can see that it’s a strand of tinsel, which means she probably got rooked into some kind of decorating committee bullshit, too.
He holds it out in front of her and she rolls her eyes. “Tinsel,” she shrugs. “Amy put me in charge of decorating the motor pool.”
Sawyer shakes his head and reaches up to pull another piece out of her hair. This one doesn’t pull free as easily and he ends up having to kind of run his hands through her ponytail before it comes loose. She inhales sharply when his fingers brush against her neck, down the spot right below her ear.
Sawyer takes a step closer to her, close enough so that he can feel her breath against his lips.
“Thanks,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. Sawyer just stares at her, twisting the tinsel between his fingers, his heart feeling like it’s beating incredibly fast.
When he steps back, Juliet’s staring at his lips, her own mouth open a little and her breathing coming kind of fast.
He's still just staring at her when Horace comes up behind her, appearing out of nowhere like a damn spook.
Sawyer steps back so fast he practically trips on the ladder. “Hey boss,” he says, feeling kind of flustered and idiotic. For some ridiculous reason, he thinks he might be blushing, which is maybe the most absurd thing in the world.
“Just wanted to check and see how things were coming along over here,” Horace says. "You two doing okay?" He’s giving them both this kind of creepy smile, and it’s all Sawyer can do not to tell him to fuck off.
“Things are going great, chief,” he says instead. He glances at Juliet out of the corner of his eye, but she’s studiously avoiding his gaze, staring at the floor, at the door, at Horace, anywhere but at him.
“Well,” Horace says, grinning at them. “That's good to hear. Especially considering the situation.” He flicks his glance up to the ceiling and smiles even wider.
It takes a second for Sawyer to catch his meaning, and when he does it takes him a few more seconds to figure out what to say. He glances over at Juliet for some help, but she’s staring down at the floor, still refusing to make eye contact.
Finally, Sawyer just shakes his head because hell if he’s going to have his first kiss with Juliet be because of some mistletoe, standing right in front of Horace of all fucking people. “Listen, H,” he says, trying to sound friendly and normal, instead of like he feels, pissed off and frustrated. “We ain’t -- “
“Sorry, Jim,” Horace says, holding his hand up to interrupt him. He hooks his thumbs behind the lapels of his jumpsuit and rocks on the balls of his feet. “Them’s the rules.”
Ugh, Sawyer hates him and his stupid folksy, Christmas-loving self so much. He thinks maybe one day he’s just going to snap and deck the guy, the possibility of getting shipped off to Tahiti be damned.
But Juliet doesn’t seem nearly so bothered by the whole thing, since she just rolls her eyes little and takes a step closer to Sawyer, so that they’re standing almost as close as they were before Horace appeared.
For some reason, Sawyer can’t quite bring himself to move or actually do anything, so he just stands there as Juliet tilts her head up and kisses him chastely. Her lips are cool and dry against his and the kiss lasts for just a few seconds.
It’s probably the lamest, most innocent kiss of Sawyer’s life, but Horace seems satisfied, since he just smiles at them and tells him he’ll see them in the morning. And then he’s gone, leaving Sawyer and Juliet just standing there staring at each other awkwardly under the damn mistletoe.
And it ain’t that he’s disappointed, exactly, but he just...hell, he doesn’t know. He guesses maybe he was expecting something else, something a little more than a quick peck on the lips.
Not that he’s been thinking about it all that much, but he’d be lying if he said it ain’t crossed his mind a couple dozen times or so. Like this morning in the shower, or last night when she was walking around the house in her Dharma pajama shorts, or that time at the lake last week when she wasn't wearing nothing but this little blue bikini she borrowed from Amy.
“James,” Juliet says, startling him out of his reverie. He blinks at her and she smiles, reaching out to take his hand softly, running her thumb across the pulse point in his wrist. After just a couple of seconds, his heart starts doing that racing thing again, beating so fast it feels like it might thump right out of his chest.
She twines her fingers through his and kisses him again, more seriously this time, running her tongue across his bottom lip until he opens his mouth under hers. She reaches up and cups her free hand against his cheek, brushing her thumb across the stubble on his jaw.
Sawyer kisses her harder, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her tight against him. She presses herself closer, sliding her hand from his face to his neck, hugging him close and gasping a little when he reaches up and starts unzipping her jumpsuit. They're still holding hands so it's a little awkward, but he can't bring himself to let go of her hand.
Once he gets her suit unzipped to the waist, he pushes it off her shoulders, revealing a thin white tank top underneath. Juliet’s biting a little at his lip and running her hand through his hair and all Sawyer can think about is her body wrapped around his, about burying himself inside her.
He’s got one hand sliding up underneath her shirt when she pulls back, stepping away from him so that they’re not touching at all.
Sawyer blinks at her, watching the way her chest rises and falls, at how he can make out the lace of her bra through her shirt. Her lips are red and wet and swollen and her hair’s a mess, tendrils of hair falling all around her shoulders.
For a just a second, he gets this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, like maybe she’s going to tell him this is a mistake, that they should stop, but instead, she just pulls him towards her, tightening her fingers around his hand.
She doesn’t say anything, just turns around and starts walking towards the door, pulling him with her. Sawyer follows her outside into the warm, humid island air.
The barracks are pretty much completely deserted, but last week, Horace strung white twinkling lights up in all of the trees, so the whole little Dharma village looks warm and bright. Juliet’s hand is warm in his and Sawyer’s stomach keeps flipping, this absurd feeling of happiness coursing all through his body.
There’s still a few strands of tinsel tangled up in Juliet’s hair and Sawyer smiles at the way they catch the light, sparkling in the darkness of the island.
**
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Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG
Words: 1,500
Summary: Not that he’s been thinking about it all that much, but he’d be lying if he said it ain’t crossed his mind a couple dozen times or so. Like this morning in the shower, or last night when she was walking around the house in her Dharma pajama shorts, or that time at the lake last week when she wasn't wearing nothing but this little blue bikini she borrowed from Amy.
A/N: For propernice, who asked (about a million years ago, back when it was seasonally appropriate) for: “James and Juliet getting caught under mistletoe in Dharmaville right as they're starting to explore their relationship. Horace is a stickler for the rules and demands they kiss.”
**
Sawyer hates Christmas.
So of course the damn Dharma Initiative throws a big shindig every year and of course he gets put in charge of decorating the damn rec hall for the party.
It’s fucking irritating, truth be told, and he wants to tell Horace to shove his damn Christmas spirit up his ass, but they’ve only been here for a few months and Horace is just starting to trust him a little. So Sawyer sucks it up and puts his goddamn partying planning hat on and gets to work.
Lucky for him, the Dharma Initiative is just full of the Christmas spirit and he’s got more volunteers than he knows what to do with, so it ain’t like he has to do much other than boss a few people around and keep Phil and Jerry from pulling each other’s hair out.
He spends pretty much all of Christmas Eve doing just that -- standing in the corner of the rec room, making sure Phil and his Christmas ornaments don’t get anyway near Jerry and his red and green streamers -- and he’s exhausted and just wants to go home and hopefully sleep through the whole damn party tomorrow. But he’s still got to hang some mistletoe over all of the doors, because Horace is an idiot who thinks that kind of thing is adorable.
Sawyer’s balanced precariously on a rickety wooden Dharma ladder, hooking the final bunch up to the top of the main double doors, when Juliet walks in, still dressed in her navy blue motor pool jumpsuit. There's a smudge of black engine grease high up on her left cheek and something silver and shiny tangled up in her ponytail.
“Mistletoe?” she asks, sounding amused.
Sawyer rolls his eyes, stepping down off the ladder so that he and Juliet are face to face. “Apparently Horace thinks these morons need more of an excuse to grope each other.”
Juliet smiles at that and Sawyer reaches up to tug on one the silver things in her hair. Up this close, he can see that it’s a strand of tinsel, which means she probably got rooked into some kind of decorating committee bullshit, too.
He holds it out in front of her and she rolls her eyes. “Tinsel,” she shrugs. “Amy put me in charge of decorating the motor pool.”
Sawyer shakes his head and reaches up to pull another piece out of her hair. This one doesn’t pull free as easily and he ends up having to kind of run his hands through her ponytail before it comes loose. She inhales sharply when his fingers brush against her neck, down the spot right below her ear.
Sawyer takes a step closer to her, close enough so that he can feel her breath against his lips.
“Thanks,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. Sawyer just stares at her, twisting the tinsel between his fingers, his heart feeling like it’s beating incredibly fast.
When he steps back, Juliet’s staring at his lips, her own mouth open a little and her breathing coming kind of fast.
He's still just staring at her when Horace comes up behind her, appearing out of nowhere like a damn spook.
Sawyer steps back so fast he practically trips on the ladder. “Hey boss,” he says, feeling kind of flustered and idiotic. For some ridiculous reason, he thinks he might be blushing, which is maybe the most absurd thing in the world.
“Just wanted to check and see how things were coming along over here,” Horace says. "You two doing okay?" He’s giving them both this kind of creepy smile, and it’s all Sawyer can do not to tell him to fuck off.
“Things are going great, chief,” he says instead. He glances at Juliet out of the corner of his eye, but she’s studiously avoiding his gaze, staring at the floor, at the door, at Horace, anywhere but at him.
“Well,” Horace says, grinning at them. “That's good to hear. Especially considering the situation.” He flicks his glance up to the ceiling and smiles even wider.
It takes a second for Sawyer to catch his meaning, and when he does it takes him a few more seconds to figure out what to say. He glances over at Juliet for some help, but she’s staring down at the floor, still refusing to make eye contact.
Finally, Sawyer just shakes his head because hell if he’s going to have his first kiss with Juliet be because of some mistletoe, standing right in front of Horace of all fucking people. “Listen, H,” he says, trying to sound friendly and normal, instead of like he feels, pissed off and frustrated. “We ain’t -- “
“Sorry, Jim,” Horace says, holding his hand up to interrupt him. He hooks his thumbs behind the lapels of his jumpsuit and rocks on the balls of his feet. “Them’s the rules.”
Ugh, Sawyer hates him and his stupid folksy, Christmas-loving self so much. He thinks maybe one day he’s just going to snap and deck the guy, the possibility of getting shipped off to Tahiti be damned.
But Juliet doesn’t seem nearly so bothered by the whole thing, since she just rolls her eyes little and takes a step closer to Sawyer, so that they’re standing almost as close as they were before Horace appeared.
For some reason, Sawyer can’t quite bring himself to move or actually do anything, so he just stands there as Juliet tilts her head up and kisses him chastely. Her lips are cool and dry against his and the kiss lasts for just a few seconds.
It’s probably the lamest, most innocent kiss of Sawyer’s life, but Horace seems satisfied, since he just smiles at them and tells him he’ll see them in the morning. And then he’s gone, leaving Sawyer and Juliet just standing there staring at each other awkwardly under the damn mistletoe.
And it ain’t that he’s disappointed, exactly, but he just...hell, he doesn’t know. He guesses maybe he was expecting something else, something a little more than a quick peck on the lips.
Not that he’s been thinking about it all that much, but he’d be lying if he said it ain’t crossed his mind a couple dozen times or so. Like this morning in the shower, or last night when she was walking around the house in her Dharma pajama shorts, or that time at the lake last week when she wasn't wearing nothing but this little blue bikini she borrowed from Amy.
“James,” Juliet says, startling him out of his reverie. He blinks at her and she smiles, reaching out to take his hand softly, running her thumb across the pulse point in his wrist. After just a couple of seconds, his heart starts doing that racing thing again, beating so fast it feels like it might thump right out of his chest.
She twines her fingers through his and kisses him again, more seriously this time, running her tongue across his bottom lip until he opens his mouth under hers. She reaches up and cups her free hand against his cheek, brushing her thumb across the stubble on his jaw.
Sawyer kisses her harder, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her tight against him. She presses herself closer, sliding her hand from his face to his neck, hugging him close and gasping a little when he reaches up and starts unzipping her jumpsuit. They're still holding hands so it's a little awkward, but he can't bring himself to let go of her hand.
Once he gets her suit unzipped to the waist, he pushes it off her shoulders, revealing a thin white tank top underneath. Juliet’s biting a little at his lip and running her hand through his hair and all Sawyer can think about is her body wrapped around his, about burying himself inside her.
He’s got one hand sliding up underneath her shirt when she pulls back, stepping away from him so that they’re not touching at all.
Sawyer blinks at her, watching the way her chest rises and falls, at how he can make out the lace of her bra through her shirt. Her lips are red and wet and swollen and her hair’s a mess, tendrils of hair falling all around her shoulders.
For a just a second, he gets this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, like maybe she’s going to tell him this is a mistake, that they should stop, but instead, she just pulls him towards her, tightening her fingers around his hand.
She doesn’t say anything, just turns around and starts walking towards the door, pulling him with her. Sawyer follows her outside into the warm, humid island air.
The barracks are pretty much completely deserted, but last week, Horace strung white twinkling lights up in all of the trees, so the whole little Dharma village looks warm and bright. Juliet’s hand is warm in his and Sawyer’s stomach keeps flipping, this absurd feeling of happiness coursing all through his body.
There’s still a few strands of tinsel tangled up in Juliet’s hair and Sawyer smiles at the way they catch the light, sparkling in the darkness of the island.
**
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