Title: The Hand You're Dealt
Author:
Alice J. Foster (a.k.a. shipperfey)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Pairing: Sawyer/Kate (oh the horror), with strong Jack/Kate undertones.
Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Up to 3x17

Word count: 600

Summary: It's quite sad she had never, in her life, contemplated threesomes until she crashed onto this island.

Note: I'm very, very rusty at writing Lost, but this came to me last night and I just couldn't push it away.

By the way, I blame this piece on Liz.

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He finally comes to her after twenty minutes. She left his (their?) tent and threw him a glance that told him exactly what she wanted, and the bastard still made her wait twenty minutes.

Of course, she knows what game he's playing – she's been running hot and cold on him since she returned with Jack (and the Other woman), so he's just trying to prove she doesn't have him by the balls. Too bad she's too street smart to be conned; in a way she wishes she weren't… wishes she had some of her innocence back, but none of it matters when they're so far from civilization.

She's standing against a tree and she smiles when she sees his shirt is already half unbuttoned. He smiles back at her and it's not long before his mouth finds hers – it's so easy to give in to his demanding kisses, so easy to let it all wash over her. Her hands finish unbuttoning his shirt and she pulls back to look at him. When her eyes finally journey up to meet his, there are too many emotions there, too many demands and she can't take it.

She turns around as fast as she can, then she tilts her head to the side, hoping he'll get the hint. He does, because his mouth latches on to her earlobe, and his hot breath there is making her as wet as the ocean that keeps crashing onto their beach.

Fingers move to undo the buttons on her pants, and she briefly realizes they're her own hands. Her pants are barely down to her thighs when she feels him against her entrance, hard and ready. She closes her eyes when he enters her, trying to savor the feeling of having sex without impending death looming over their heads.

She opens her eyes again at the sound of Juliet laughing as she walks with Jack along the beach… towards them. Kate glares at the Other for a second before her eyes focus on Jack instead. He looks happy, definitely the happiest he's been since he was golfing at their impromptu course.

Of course, it's Sawyer's, and not Jack's, hand that finds her stomach, slipping under her cami and moving up with a purpose. She moans when he finds her nipple, and moans even harder when he starts to move faster in and out of her.

"Take a picture, it'll last ya longer," he says behind her.

"What?" She asks in confusion.

"You're staring at the doc—tell me, are you imagining it's him fucking you instead of me?"

"Don't be s—" she starts to admonish him but he cuts her off.

"Or perhaps you just want him to join us. Is that what you want, Kate?" He asks with a forceful thrust.

It's quite sad she had never, in her life, contemplated threesomes until she crashed onto this island.

"Maybe she could join us too, I definitely wouldn't mind seeing her t—" his words are cut short by a sharp jab of her elbow against his liver.

She doesn't say anything but she stops staring at Jack and concentrates on Sawyer. She can't see him, but he's everywhere – inside her, around her – and she realizes she's always been protected by these two men, always had at least one of them there for her… she feels sorry for those out there who had no one, those who have been through hell over the past few months and who were alone on this island.

Of course, she's still herself and she can't help but envy those people.