This is what comes of napping.
I wrote 400 words of vaguely R-ish Sayid/Kate that I have no appropriate icon for. Also? This likely makes little to no sense and I'm slightly drunk on a Tuesday...
She slept with Sawyer and he’s still not beside her. They rescued Jack and she still sleeps alone. Her choice has been, always and forever, to not choose at all.
And oh it’s so tangled and such a surprise to find that the one she wants is neither of those two. And isn’t that just the way things like to go - dodge one bullet (or two) only to be caught by another.
This new thing (or rather this thing that maybe isn’t new but instead pushed aside and forgotten or overshadowed by some shaggy blond hair and a different pair of sad, brown eyes) this new thing announces itself in dreams.
His fingers are always cold, first from the condensation on the glass, then from dipping them inside. He traces patterns on her skin, lines that move over and between her breasts and down to her navel. She can smell tea, even in her sleep.
His mouth is cold too, from all that ice, but only at first. She kisses him hot, and when he slides down, moves his mouth between her legs, the heat from both of them is too much.
And then it gets frantic. His mouth abandons her and he pours the glass over in his hands, holding onto a few cubes of ice while the rest melt slowly into the sand. He cools himself first, running a fist over his neck and his chest, dark curls fall over his down turned face and she strains to see him in all the dim light.
There’s one cube left and he saved it just for her. To make her nipples even harder and the skin at her temples that much damper. To make her feel the heat that much more when he pushes inside and does it again and again.
*
She sees him in the light of day and she blushes, feeling all that heat once more. He makes (kind of) jokes about the temperature and how good iced tea would be now. She makes it all business. Asks him about their next Big Adventure (there’s always a Big Adventure) and pretends she doesn’t see the sad brand in his eyes. The one that says “this is too soon” when it would be just as easy to say “Shannon.”
She slept with Sawyer and he’s still not beside her. They rescued Jack and she still sleeps alone. Her choice has been, always and forever, to not choose at all.
And oh it’s so tangled and such a surprise to find that the one she wants is neither of those two. And isn’t that just the way things like to go - dodge one bullet (or two) only to be caught by another.
This new thing (or rather this thing that maybe isn’t new but instead pushed aside and forgotten or overshadowed by some shaggy blond hair and a different pair of sad, brown eyes) this new thing announces itself in dreams.
His fingers are always cold, first from the condensation on the glass, then from dipping them inside. He traces patterns on her skin, lines that move over and between her breasts and down to her navel. She can smell tea, even in her sleep.
His mouth is cold too, from all that ice, but only at first. She kisses him hot, and when he slides down, moves his mouth between her legs, the heat from both of them is too much.
And then it gets frantic. His mouth abandons her and he pours the glass over in his hands, holding onto a few cubes of ice while the rest melt slowly into the sand. He cools himself first, running a fist over his neck and his chest, dark curls fall over his down turned face and she strains to see him in all the dim light.
There’s one cube left and he saved it just for her. To make her nipples even harder and the skin at her temples that much damper. To make her feel the heat that much more when he pushes inside and does it again and again.
*
She sees him in the light of day and she blushes, feeling all that heat once more. He makes (kind of) jokes about the temperature and how good iced tea would be now. She makes it all business. Asks him about their next Big Adventure (there’s always a Big Adventure) and pretends she doesn’t see the sad brand in his eyes. The one that says “this is too soon” when it would be just as easy to say “Shannon.”