For Queen foxxcub
Title: Expectations.
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer.
Rating: PG13.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will.
Notes: A ficlet for the oh so lovely Queen foxxcub who demanded that her subjects give her boykissing. Thus I do. I hope it meets with your royal approval. *bows down to the Queen* Kisses to halfdutch for the read through.
When he kisses Sawyer for the first time. When he grabs Sawyer’s arm and pulls him into the shadows beneath the stairwell of the ship that rescues them. Pushes him against the wall, leans in and finally, tentatively, presses his lips against Sawyer’s in an act of devotion that is so fleeting it’s almost chaste, Sawyer doesn’t yell at him or push him away or ask him what the hell he is doing. Sawyer just smiles so that Jack can feel the way his lips curve against his own and whispers: What took you so long, Doc?
Jack feels the world tip for an instant on hearing those words. A small part of him knows it is simply the motion of the boat rolling atop the ocean swell but the rest of him, that part of him that is focused on the slide of Sawyer’s mouth against his and on the way he can feel Sawyer’s breath ghosting across his skin, knows it is something else. It’s relief, it’s the buzzing in his nerves and the blood coursing through his veins, it’s the end of one thing and the start of something new. It’s what he’s wanted for so long now that he’s almost forgotten what it feels like to not have his thoughts ruled by the impulse to do what he has finally done.
He always thought their first kiss, if it ever happened, would be rough, frantic. That they would be fighting with each other to gain control of it, to take what they needed to soothe the fear of some desperate situation. But it’s not like that at all. This kiss is soft and hazy, dreamlike and yet intense. It’s a slow glide of open mouths and open hearts, of action and reaction. It’s a kiss of promise not of regret and it’s stealing Jack’s breath away.
Jack shifts, leans his head forward so that his forehead rests against Sawyer’s and closes his eyes in an attempt to focus his mind. He wants to explain to Sawyer why he waited so long, why he never took the chance when they were on the island. Why it never felt right to him to find some comfort for himself when so many people depended on him, needed him, demanded his attention was focused on them and not on his own needs and desires. He isn’t sure if he can find the words.
"Sawyer, I..."
But Sawyer stops him before he can go any further. One hand looping around his waist, settling on the small of his back and pulling him close, the other cupping the back of his head, bringing their lips together again. This kiss says they can talk later when the sun that throws slanted shadows across them sinks from the sky and the cool of the night brings time for reflection. This kiss says that Sawyer is a man built on instinct and emotion, Jack thinks, not words. He knows he could learn so much from Sawyer about how to live life in the now and not over think everything until all the joy has been stripped from it and only the worry remains. And, Jack thinks, as he finally stops thinking and just feels, maybe, at last, he has.
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer.
Rating: PG13.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will.
Notes: A ficlet for the oh so lovely Queen foxxcub who demanded that her subjects give her boykissing. Thus I do. I hope it meets with your royal approval. *bows down to the Queen* Kisses to halfdutch for the read through.
When he kisses Sawyer for the first time. When he grabs Sawyer’s arm and pulls him into the shadows beneath the stairwell of the ship that rescues them. Pushes him against the wall, leans in and finally, tentatively, presses his lips against Sawyer’s in an act of devotion that is so fleeting it’s almost chaste, Sawyer doesn’t yell at him or push him away or ask him what the hell he is doing. Sawyer just smiles so that Jack can feel the way his lips curve against his own and whispers: What took you so long, Doc?
Jack feels the world tip for an instant on hearing those words. A small part of him knows it is simply the motion of the boat rolling atop the ocean swell but the rest of him, that part of him that is focused on the slide of Sawyer’s mouth against his and on the way he can feel Sawyer’s breath ghosting across his skin, knows it is something else. It’s relief, it’s the buzzing in his nerves and the blood coursing through his veins, it’s the end of one thing and the start of something new. It’s what he’s wanted for so long now that he’s almost forgotten what it feels like to not have his thoughts ruled by the impulse to do what he has finally done.
He always thought their first kiss, if it ever happened, would be rough, frantic. That they would be fighting with each other to gain control of it, to take what they needed to soothe the fear of some desperate situation. But it’s not like that at all. This kiss is soft and hazy, dreamlike and yet intense. It’s a slow glide of open mouths and open hearts, of action and reaction. It’s a kiss of promise not of regret and it’s stealing Jack’s breath away.
Jack shifts, leans his head forward so that his forehead rests against Sawyer’s and closes his eyes in an attempt to focus his mind. He wants to explain to Sawyer why he waited so long, why he never took the chance when they were on the island. Why it never felt right to him to find some comfort for himself when so many people depended on him, needed him, demanded his attention was focused on them and not on his own needs and desires. He isn’t sure if he can find the words.
"Sawyer, I..."
But Sawyer stops him before he can go any further. One hand looping around his waist, settling on the small of his back and pulling him close, the other cupping the back of his head, bringing their lips together again. This kiss says they can talk later when the sun that throws slanted shadows across them sinks from the sky and the cool of the night brings time for reflection. This kiss says that Sawyer is a man built on instinct and emotion, Jack thinks, not words. He knows he could learn so much from Sawyer about how to live life in the now and not over think everything until all the joy has been stripped from it and only the worry remains. And, Jack thinks, as he finally stops thinking and just feels, maybe, at last, he has.