Lost fic: Fire and Ice [Jack/Kate]
Summary: Jack and Kate have an encounter in the shower. Adult material, references to season 2.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc., not to me. No infringement intended by this use.
Summary: Jack and Kate have an encounter in the shower. Adult material, references to season 2.
Fire and Ice
by eponine119
October 7, 2005
Kate isn't the type who lingers in the shower. She doesn't like being vulnerable, so being naked and wet and defenseless is the tiniest bit terrifying. She can't let herself relax. She showers as quickly as possible, eyes open, curtain flapping, bathroom door locked.
But this is different. This is like the first taste of chocolate after six weeks without. This is reckless abandon. She washes her hair twice and then stands there, neck hanging loose, letting the hot water soak in.
When she opens her eyes and sees him standing there, her first thought is oddly calm. He's protecting me, Kate thinks, and her heart gives an odd little thump in her chest.
But then she sees the darkness in his eyes, the way his chest rises and falls quickly, the flush that starts up his neck. He isn't protecting her. He's watching her.
It should make her feel cold all over. It should fill her eyes with contempt and her mouth with the bitterness of betrayal. But the only thing she feels was surprise. She gave up on Jack, after he made it clear one too many times that he was too busy thinking about everything else on the island but her. She resigned herself to being his friend and to solitude.
There's nothing friendly about the hard bulge behind the zipper of his jeans.
Kate has to decide and she has to decide now. The answer's yes, of course. There'll be plenty of time for regret later. "I'll scrub your back," she says.
His arms engulf her like the shower never could, solid and hotter than the water. It burns where he touches her, but Kate's never been afraid of fire. His lips are firm on hers and she melts against him, tasting salt and sweat and terror.
She pushes at his shirt with soapy hands and he obligingly tugs it over his head, pulling from the back of the neck rather than the hem the way she would. She scrubs through the hair on his chest with her fingers. Kate's not used to it, and she's just a little fascinated.
She finds his heart. She can feel it beating fast and steady underneath her hand, and she has to close her eyes for a moment. It's another heart she's going to break someday. Another man who's going to die because of her. She starts to pull away.
Except she looks up and sees the way Jack's looking at her, like she's the most precious thing he's ever seen in his entire life. That look tells her it's too late to save him. He was never hers to save.
She sighs as he rests his hands, feather light, against her behind. He starts stroking and she closes her eyes again, feeling the heat building again but inside of her this time. I knew it, she thinks as his erection presses against her belly with his jeans still between them, remembering the way he denied looking at her ass on that day a million years ago.
He nuzzles against her neck and she lets him, tipping her head to one side as she tries to coax the wet denim down his legs. He tugs the thin skin of her neck between his teeth and works it with his tongue, sucking hard. Marking her. All she can do is moan at how good it feels.
He tries to pick her up, to brace her against the wall of the shower and take her, but everything's too slippery. Her thigh slides against his hip and she gasps at almost falling. But he pushes her, following her down onto the tile. Her hips slide against the floor but it doesn't matter because he's inside her, filling her, finally, and she wants to scream but it feels so good she can't.
There's something pure and primal about his hard thrusts that only excites her more. This is the side that Jack keeps hidden. She's glimpsed it before, as rage, and then it almost frightened her. Now it makes her feel powerful and free. There's no pretending here. No manipulation, no words at all. Just the water stinging her eyes as it ends fast, her body clenching around him and him coming inside her.
He tries to hold her there as they get their breath back. His fingers stroke her face and his sincere brown eyes are steady on hers. But the water's gone cold and Kate's remembered where they are. Who they are. There's no bed for them to snuggle in and no room service to order in the morning, and she can't walk away and never see him again. Now's no time for her to get scared, but she is. She is.
He feels the new tension just under her skin and instead of squeezing her tighter, he lets her go. Of course he does. He pulls her gently to her feet and shuts the water off. He brushes back her hair and wraps her in the only towel, and it makes her want to cry. Maybe someday they'll be together, but he's still preoccupied and scared, and she's still Kate.
As he leaves her with a kiss and a sigh and a look, she wonders how long it'll be before this happens again. Before lightning strikes and swift desire catches them unaware and sweeps them away.
Neither of them is ready, that's all. She's not sure they ever will be. It's not that they don't love each other, she thinks. It's because they do.
End.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc., not to me. No infringement intended by this use.
Summary: Jack and Kate have an encounter in the shower. Adult material, references to season 2.
Fire and Ice
by eponine119
October 7, 2005
Kate isn't the type who lingers in the shower. She doesn't like being vulnerable, so being naked and wet and defenseless is the tiniest bit terrifying. She can't let herself relax. She showers as quickly as possible, eyes open, curtain flapping, bathroom door locked.
But this is different. This is like the first taste of chocolate after six weeks without. This is reckless abandon. She washes her hair twice and then stands there, neck hanging loose, letting the hot water soak in.
When she opens her eyes and sees him standing there, her first thought is oddly calm. He's protecting me, Kate thinks, and her heart gives an odd little thump in her chest.
But then she sees the darkness in his eyes, the way his chest rises and falls quickly, the flush that starts up his neck. He isn't protecting her. He's watching her.
It should make her feel cold all over. It should fill her eyes with contempt and her mouth with the bitterness of betrayal. But the only thing she feels was surprise. She gave up on Jack, after he made it clear one too many times that he was too busy thinking about everything else on the island but her. She resigned herself to being his friend and to solitude.
There's nothing friendly about the hard bulge behind the zipper of his jeans.
Kate has to decide and she has to decide now. The answer's yes, of course. There'll be plenty of time for regret later. "I'll scrub your back," she says.
His arms engulf her like the shower never could, solid and hotter than the water. It burns where he touches her, but Kate's never been afraid of fire. His lips are firm on hers and she melts against him, tasting salt and sweat and terror.
She pushes at his shirt with soapy hands and he obligingly tugs it over his head, pulling from the back of the neck rather than the hem the way she would. She scrubs through the hair on his chest with her fingers. Kate's not used to it, and she's just a little fascinated.
She finds his heart. She can feel it beating fast and steady underneath her hand, and she has to close her eyes for a moment. It's another heart she's going to break someday. Another man who's going to die because of her. She starts to pull away.
Except she looks up and sees the way Jack's looking at her, like she's the most precious thing he's ever seen in his entire life. That look tells her it's too late to save him. He was never hers to save.
She sighs as he rests his hands, feather light, against her behind. He starts stroking and she closes her eyes again, feeling the heat building again but inside of her this time. I knew it, she thinks as his erection presses against her belly with his jeans still between them, remembering the way he denied looking at her ass on that day a million years ago.
He nuzzles against her neck and she lets him, tipping her head to one side as she tries to coax the wet denim down his legs. He tugs the thin skin of her neck between his teeth and works it with his tongue, sucking hard. Marking her. All she can do is moan at how good it feels.
He tries to pick her up, to brace her against the wall of the shower and take her, but everything's too slippery. Her thigh slides against his hip and she gasps at almost falling. But he pushes her, following her down onto the tile. Her hips slide against the floor but it doesn't matter because he's inside her, filling her, finally, and she wants to scream but it feels so good she can't.
There's something pure and primal about his hard thrusts that only excites her more. This is the side that Jack keeps hidden. She's glimpsed it before, as rage, and then it almost frightened her. Now it makes her feel powerful and free. There's no pretending here. No manipulation, no words at all. Just the water stinging her eyes as it ends fast, her body clenching around him and him coming inside her.
He tries to hold her there as they get their breath back. His fingers stroke her face and his sincere brown eyes are steady on hers. But the water's gone cold and Kate's remembered where they are. Who they are. There's no bed for them to snuggle in and no room service to order in the morning, and she can't walk away and never see him again. Now's no time for her to get scared, but she is. She is.
He feels the new tension just under her skin and instead of squeezing her tighter, he lets her go. Of course he does. He pulls her gently to her feet and shuts the water off. He brushes back her hair and wraps her in the only towel, and it makes her want to cry. Maybe someday they'll be together, but he's still preoccupied and scared, and she's still Kate.
As he leaves her with a kiss and a sigh and a look, she wonders how long it'll be before this happens again. Before lightning strikes and swift desire catches them unaware and sweeps them away.
Neither of them is ready, that's all. She's not sure they ever will be. It's not that they don't love each other, she thinks. It's because they do.
End.