Disclaimer: Standard one here, please – don't own Lost nor do I have any claim on the characters – though I would love to stake Jack. Woo!
Author's Note: This is sort of an experiment for me. Just a drabble I played with, I suppose. I've never written anything for Lost before so I thought I'd start light.
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"Oh, please..." she said it again. "We both need it, Jack...just don't think."
Bodies pressed together in the moonlight, hair slicked to her damp forehead.
"What about Sawyer?" he barely whispered, not sure if she heard. She didn't answer and he didn't care.
Fingers clutched, hips searched, mouths joined. Their breath grew more and more laboured as clothes were shed. Her neck lulled back as he pushed into her, matching groans filled the stagnant air. Murmurs were exchanged...'Kate, Kate, Kate' and 'need' and 'Jack' and 'sorry' and 'it doesn't matter'. She crashed her lips to his once more, bullying and bruising. Pounding, pounding, pounding until there was nothing left but to scream.
Skin shivered and prickled. Sweat soothed. Palms connected. Hearts slowed.
"Will we ever be...?" her question was left without an end.
Silence.
"I don't know," he finally answered.
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There's my little drabble. Thanks for reading!