TITLE: Double Meanings
RATING: R (sexual discussions)
SUMMARY: Sayid overhears a private conversation between Claire and Shannon.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters from Lost and am not making a profit. If they were mine, then there would be more Shayid moments.
Sayid leaned against a tree on the outskirts of the jungle whipping the sweat from his brow. He had been chopping wood and carrying the logs to the signal fire, and needed to rest. His arms ached from for the labor, but it was something he needed to do. He had to keep busy. It was what he always did in times of trouble. He had to keep himself moving so he would not think of the helplessness of the situation. Rescue was not coming. He kept the fire up because he knew what would happen if hope was lost among the other survivors.
His chest heaved as he sighed. He needed to bring a few more logs out so he would not have to make a trip tomorrow. His muscles twitched as if they knew what he planned to do. He reminded himself of the danger of losing hope, and took a step to continue onward.
Sayid paused when he heard two female voices coming towards him. He was not in the mood to make conversations with anyone. He sank down to the ground deciding to use the women as a reason to take a longer rest.
He watched as Shannon and Claire walked past him, unaware that he was even there. Shannon's normal stride cut shorter as she walked beside the pregnant woman.
"Have you ever tried sex on the beach?"
Sayid swallowed hard. This was not a conversation he imagined he should be listening to. He knew he should stand and let himself be seen, but he could not move.
Claire giggled. "Followed by an orgasm."
Sayid's face began to grow hot.
"No, a screaming orgasm is better."
"Did you ever try a legspreader?" Claire asked.
Against his wishes, Sayid's gaze went straight to Shannon's long legs. In his mind, he saw images of those legs in positions he knew were inappropriate, but he could not stop them. She was beautiful, something he knew she was well aware of.
Shannon snorted. "That'd have to be followed by a mind eraser."
The two girls started laughing, as Sayid's heart beat faster.
Shannon paused. "Who comes up with those names anyway? I mean, it's so embarrassing to order a drink like Slippery Nipple."
Suddenly relief flooded through him. They had not been discussing what he had thought. Instead it was the names of alcoholic beverages. He should have realized what they were speaking of, but considering his limited knowledge of bars and alcohol he knew he could not be too hard on himself for not knowing. Trying to forget the images the conversation had left in his mind, he stood and walked quietly to pick up more wood for the signal fire. He turned one last time to gaze at Shannon, the images refusing to leave his mind.
The End