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Something clicked in his head; it was the gun she wanted, not him. What she was going to do with it, he didn't know, but whatever she did with it, Jackass and Mr. Clean would put all the blame on him. How could he be so stupid; he, Sawyer the Con Man had been conned by cop, a fucking fed. That was great the next thing you know, he'd be giving his stash away and leading a group sing-a-long.

She was the girl who didn't hesitate to sock him in the face, the girl that that looked at him with those brown eyes of her and those hot lips that frequently moved with insults directed toward him to which he responded to with equal blazing fire. Now making his way back to the beach with his shirt unable to close since the buttons had popped off, after realizing that fact he had first been worried about what Freckles would think, now all he could think about were Ana Lucia and the gun.

Sawyer made his way through the jungle, trampling any underbrush that was in his way, he had to stop her. The jungle scenery blurred around him into kaleidoscopes of green. The sun was beginning to disappear sending almost god like rays through the over hanging canopy. He knew Ana was significantly ahead of him, hell he had to been trying to get his second step of food pyramid when she had interrupted him but It was worth it he thought to himself. The image of her hips squirming beneath him, every much his match, her stomach, her lips ,god her lips. He shook his head as if that would get her out of his head and twisted the hatch door open and burst into the main cabin of the hatch where he found Ana on the couch, gun in hand with a look on her face he had never seen before. It was soft and contemplative yet with a gaping sadness and loss in her eyes. She hadn't heard him come in. He had come in determined to knock the sense out of her for using him like that, for taking his damn gun. He still was fuming in his mind unable to manage the anger the flowed through him at the one woman on the island who was his match and who had just done to him what he had done to so many women before the crash. Now he knew how they felt after they woke up to find him gone with all their husband's money. Used, manipulated, angry and ... strangely aroused? Then he saw her on the couch in her black tank top that he had taken off earlier and that look on her face made him feel something for that wasn't anger or arousal.

Finally after staring at her in a mix of bewilderment, tenderness and anger he growled, "Chica ye took my gun."

Her face flashed up her expression immediately turning toward anger that hid the former vulnerability. "Really Cowboy!" with the classic sarcasm that frequently passed though her lips.

She stood up as if challenging him, her eyes masking her true feelings. He returned her look with lust in his eyes and made it known by grabbing her belt loop and pulling her towards him and placed a kiss on her lips. It was animalistic, both drawn in by desire for the other person, he was going to get that gun back by the same means that she had gotten it in the first place. Hey, it had been good sex, what was the harm in screwing her again and enjoying it as long as he got the gun back.

His hands moved up underneath her black tank top to her waist, her arms locked around his head. They crashed into the wall, not stopping and Sawyer slipping his hand from her shirt to the belt which he started to undo. The belt that held the gun strapped in back. He could just reach and grab it and it would all be over. He would still be the Sawyer that everybody resented, Jack and Kate could go on with their little love fest in the jungle, they had many more "nets to be caught in" hell if he was going to spoil their fun, and Ana would still be the woman who killed Shannon and a stranger to him. But what if he didn't, what if he gave in to those fiery brown eyes that contained a person he didn't know just waiting for someone who understood her, understood that she was not a good person, knew she was disliked but underneath all those fascades. He sighed as her top came off and her jeans were half unbuttoned which revealed - not just that underneath but who she was, a mystery for him to unravel and Sawyer always like a challenge. Her hands now skimmed the top of his pants and with that his mind was made up and pressed her beneath him.

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They lay on the floor side by side, their clothes still in disarray and their bodies still breathless and sweaty when Ana broke the silence by saying, "Why are you still here?"

"I never got your phone number," Sawyer drawled with his trademark grin accompanied by his just as famous dimples.

"No I mean you have the gun, why haven't you as you so put it earlier 'scrammed'?" her voice hard

She looked at him closely as if he was testifying and she was looking for any lie she could spot. He said carefully "If you noticed that, why didn't you stop me or hell, say something!"

"I said why are you still here!" her chocolate eyes burning him, pleading with him.

"Hell, I'll go away sweetheart," he grinned wolfishly "but you gotta tell me why I just need to get away after you stole the gun from me in the first place."

Her expression changed to the one he had seen marking her face before he had come in earlier and seen etched in her face. It was troubled somehow and after a period of silence she simply said, "I needed it to go away, I needed the temptation to be gone."

The words alone could not convince Sawyer but the way she said it made him partially understand. He knew what it was like to have temptation resting in one's pocket. Sawyer frequently wondered what would have happened if someone, anyone, had taken that Compact 357 away from him.

"Tell ye what Chica, the next time you have the urge to take that gun, you come find me and we'll do what we just did, no strings attached. That sound good?"

"Okay cowboy, it doesn't mean anything remember that." As the words came out of her mouth a look dawned on her as if she didn't believe what she had agreed to, but quickly replaced it with the one of her constant determination.

"Here," he said as he gave her her tank top lying on the ground strewn near him. After she pulled it on, she looked hesitantly at the open space next to Sawyer that she had previously occupied and then at the couch.

With the gorgeous Ana Lucia next to him, Sawyer looked at and absorbed her wavy pitch black hair creating a dark halo around her head, her tanned skin, her lips, god her lips but most of all the look on her face, a look of inner peace. She was a diamond, each facet changed the way he looked at her and the way they understood each other. What would happen the next time he looked at her?

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