kinda crack!fic for lillyjk
Ok, so I'm supposed to be writing something else right now but I couldn't let my lovely lillyjk's day as Queen go unmarked. Thus...
Title: Frustrations.
Pairing: Sawyer/Sayid, Kate.
Rating: PG.
Notes: A double crack!drabble based on this picture from lillyjk's Queenly picspam.
Kate was sure it was a huge cosmic joke.
Here she was, stuck on a desert island, surrounded by ridiculously good-looking specimens of manhood like some kind of heroine from a cheesy romance novel, and she couldn’t get any of them to give her more than a passing glance.
Because they were too busy eyefucking each other.
Clearly the cliché that all the good ones were either married or gay was true.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to get their attention. She’d put on her best white vest (the one that really showed off her tan), made sure to show just enough of her bra to remind them she had a nice perky pair of breasts underneath it, and she’d pulled her hair off her face just like her grandma always told her she should. But none of it was doing her any good. It was pretty damn obvious from where she was standing - forgotten and ignored - that the only white vest Sawyer had any intention of dirtying up was Sayid’s, and, frankly, she wished he’d get on with it.
Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes and shout just kiss him already, boys could be so irritating.
Title: Frustrations.
Pairing: Sawyer/Sayid, Kate.
Rating: PG.
Notes: A double crack!drabble based on this picture from lillyjk's Queenly picspam.
Kate was sure it was a huge cosmic joke.
Here she was, stuck on a desert island, surrounded by ridiculously good-looking specimens of manhood like some kind of heroine from a cheesy romance novel, and she couldn’t get any of them to give her more than a passing glance.
Because they were too busy eyefucking each other.
Clearly the cliché that all the good ones were either married or gay was true.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to get their attention. She’d put on her best white vest (the one that really showed off her tan), made sure to show just enough of her bra to remind them she had a nice perky pair of breasts underneath it, and she’d pulled her hair off her face just like her grandma always told her she should. But none of it was doing her any good. It was pretty damn obvious from where she was standing - forgotten and ignored - that the only white vest Sawyer had any intention of dirtying up was Sayid’s, and, frankly, she wished he’d get on with it.
Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes and shout just kiss him already, boys could be so irritating.