Written for a prompt on LJ.

Pairing: Jack/Juliet/Sawyer.

Rating: NC-17.

Prompt: jack/juliet/sawyer - the boys realize they'd been fighting over the wrong girl (diaf kate)

Jack's just about finished his talk with Sawyer although he's still trying to figure out just what the hell is going on with Juliet and this Southern asshole, who was just sitting here with a book and a Dharma beer like he didn't have one fucking care in the world.

He's just starting to put pressure on the balls of his feet, getting ready to stand and get the hell out of here when Juliet steps back into the room. She's still wearing that low-cut navy blue shirt and an enigmatic smile.

"Excuse me just one second, Jack," she says softly, her smile somehow growing larger.

Juliet steps in between them and sits down onto Sawyer's lap, leaning forward slightly to reach his ear. Sawyer puts his big hand on her hip when his thumb tucked a little lower than should be polite in front of a third party, and Jack figures this answers all the questions he'd had about them. He notices Sawyer's eyes dip toward Juliet's breasts as she leans in toward him, and Jack has to fight back an unexpected surge of jealousy. Juliet's lips are at Sawyer's ear, whispering something Jack can't hear, but a slow indulgent grin spreads across Sawyer's face, and Jack sees Sawyer's hand squeeze her hip, drop a little lower.

The smile on Juliet's face grows, and she leans forward, lightly biting Sawyer's earlobe, and Jack can't believe what he's seeing, is this his cue to leave? How awkward -- but then Juliet stands, holds her hand out to Jack, although she drops it before he fully has time to wonder if he's supposed to take it.

"Jack, could you please come with me for a moment? There's something I want to show you."

Jack glances uncertainly at Sawyer, who has what can only be described as a shit-eating grin on his face, so Jack stands obediently and follows Juliet into the hall.

Once they're in the hall, the light dim where it's just coming in from the living room, Juliet reaches out and grabs a handful of fabric of his Dharma coveralls, tightening the fabric up near his neck. Her smile from the living room has faded into expressionlessness, but she raises an eyebrow and pulls him down the rest of the hallway. Jack's stunned into acquiescence, his feet seemingly moving of their own accord at this point, and he feels the tingle in his cock, the blood starting to go where he doesn't think it should right now... Unless it should? What the hell is this?

They reach a doorway, and Juliet flips the light on, although Jack realizes it's already set on a dimmer, and she pulls him into a bedroom, slams the door behind them, presses her body up against him and kisses him hard. Shock is not even the right word to describe what Jack's feeling right now, but somehow she's gotten him to open his mouth anyway and their tongues grind against each other, and she tastes like Dharma beer.

Jack finds himself wondering if she'd been drinking it herself before his arrival, or the taste comes from Sawyer's own mouth, and his stomach lurches, but then Juliet guides his hands to her full breasts, pushing his fingers through the fabric and why hadn't he realized until now she's not wearing a bra?

Her nipples harden against his touch through the material of her shirt, and belatedly he realizes she's massaging his inner thigh, right up near his balls, which twitch disobediently like he's not supposed to be enjoying this, and he breaks away from her, panting more than he'd like. 

"What the hell is this supposed to be?" he demands.

Juliet's lips curl into a devilish grin. "The seventies," she responds with a sensual smile. "And don't try to tell me you never wanted to do this in the Hydra."

He's stunned into silence, and she takes the opportunity to slip off her thin cotton shirt, and his eyes focus on her bare breasts, full and round and perfect, and his fingertips jerk in eagerness. Maybe Juliet notices or maybe she doesn't, but she guides his hands back to her breasts, and when he sets to massaging them, lightly pinching her hardened nipples between his fingertips, she sighs deeply, and her eyes close in pleasure for a moment before he feels her hands on the buttons of his Dharma coveralls. Each button she undoes feels like a private invitation, and he's almost painfully hard now, but then he remembers Sawyer in the living room and his hands still on her breasts.

"What about Sa--"

Juliet tilts her head to the side, watching Jack curiously, but her hands don't stop unbuttoning his coveralls, and he doesn't try to stop her. She slides the top half of the coveralls off his shoulders, and he finds himself stepping out of them. "It's the seventies," she finally repeats, and pushes him over to the bed.

They're fully naked on the bed, his hand between her legs, when there's a quiet knock at the bedroom door, and Jack jerks his hand away like he's been burned, tries to stand up. But Juliet's shaking her head at him, guides his hand back to her wetness, and watches him until Jack starts to move his fingers again, his mouth hanging open in utter disbelief.

"Come in," she says to the closed door, her smile widening in anticipation.

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