Lost: Kate/Ana Lucia
Kate is sitting alone on the shore watching the sunset and biting a hangnail. She feels empty and it’s somehow easier to watch the water than to acknowledge exactly why she feels like this.
Footsteps behind her and she turns.
“Hey.” It’s not a friendly greeting and she sighs as Ana Lucia comes to sit beside her.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” It sounds petulant and childish and Kate bites her tongue, hard, as Ana laughs.
“What is this, high school? Think I’ve stolen your boyfriend?”
Kate pushes away memories of Jack handing Ana a bottle of alcohol and settling down beside her.
“I don’t like you,” she responds simply.
“Is that so.” The way Ana drawls it reminds Kate of Sawyer and she swallows hard.
“You’re jealous, is that it?” Ana sounds frustratingly amused and Kate wants to hit her until she stops being amused and becomes something entirely different, but instead she just gets to her feet to walk away.
“Don’t.” Ana is on her feet, catching her wrist. Kate pushes her and Ana pushes back and before she knows it Kate is flat on her back with Ana kneeling over her. Sawyer has trapped her like this, but it didn’t get her this wet last time and she swallows thickly as Ana teases one hand between her thighs.
“Oh, you’re jealous Kate,” Ana croons softly into her ear, “But the question is… just who are you jealous of?”
(At this moment, Kate has no idea.)