She was on her back, staring up into darkness. Her body was shaking, trembling, a rush of sensations bursting over her skin. She felt the beads of sweat tinkling across her skin, cool night air mixing with the warmth rolling off his body as she sat over her, his hand gently falling onto her chest, slowly moving its way down the length of her body, watching as she shivered in response, all ready full with pleasure, almost ready to over flow.
She arched her back, pressing herself against his palm, a shattered whimper spilling over her lips as his hand made its way past her abdomen, his fingers just barely touching her as they moved down between her legs, pressing against the warmth there. She gasped sharply, biting down on her lower lip witch was already swollen and raw from kissing.
He'd barely begun to touch her and already she was coming. It rose up in her belly, spiraling through her and sparking out of control, sending a thousand jolts through her body. She felt as if she'd just exploded, a feeling she'd never experienced before. She threw her head back, eyes opening slowly, her vision blurred as she stared up at the familiar face only inches away from hers, looking deep into his dark blue eyes as his name erupted from her lips.
"Charlie!"
Claire sat up abruptly, looking around her tent. Every thing was in its place. Aaron in his crib, fast asleep, her in her matt of a bed under the blankets, sitting up right as sweat dripped from her skin. Not the cold sweat you'd feel after a nightmare, but real, steamy sweat. The kind that is only accompanied by panting and close body contact. That wasn't the only thing strange. She was shaking.
She looked down at her hands, seeing them tremble visibly. It wasn't nerves or fear, it was need. A need for her dream to finish. A need for something she hadn't gotten in a very, very, very long time. She needed sex.
The door to her tent brushed open, startling Claire. Her eyes darted over to the door way where Sawyer stood, holding the flap to her tent open over his head.
"You ok?" He questioned, his voice some how lacking the sincerity you'd expect when someone was rushing the sound of screaming in the middle of the night. "Yeah" Claire replied, annoyed at the obvious lack of breath in her voice. Her lips were trembling, they felt raw and numb, as if she'd actually been kissing someone.
"I heard you screaming that kids name and I thought he might be after your kid again" Sawyer explained, a confused look across his face as he looked around her tent, not noticing any sign of disturbance. "No, no. We're fine" She assured, just wanting him to leave. The feeling hadn't surpassed. It remained running in her veins, polishing through her body, pure animal instinct.
"Then why were you screaming his name?" Sawyer questioned, shooting her a bewildered look. Claire paused for a moment, frantically raking her mind for a response. She couldn't think straight. Every cell in her brain was thoroughly focused on the same thing her body was. Sex! Sex! Sex! It was like there was a horny little man living in side of her head, screaming it at the top of his lungs.
It didn't take Sawyer long to catch on, and a familiar twisted smirk slowly worked its way across her face. Oh god. "Ohh. I get it." He confirmed, a suggestive draw in his voice. "Its not what your thinking" Claire stammered, her face already brick pink with embarrassment. Sawyer wasn't buying it.
"No need to be embarrassed, sweet heart. We all do it" He assured with an amused laugh. Claire buried her face in her hands and shook her head. Oh god. This can't be happening.
"I know you were screaming the little tattoo's name and all, but If you like, I'd be more then happy to...give you a hand" Sawyer offered, his grin shifting from suggestive to seductive with in seconds. Claire looked up at him in disgust. "Or maybe some other body part, if you'd prefer.." His sentence was cut off when the pillow Claire had thrown hit his head.
"Get out, you pig!" Claire instructed, a frustrated pout across her face. "Your loss" Sawyer shrugged, and let the flap to her tent fall shut as he headed back to his own. Claire snatched her pillow back up and laid it back behind her plopping back against her make-shift mattress and letting out a puff in frustration.
Even after the annoyance Sawyer had caused, her body still trembled, begging to be touched. Claire rolled onto her side tucked her hands under her pillow, her mind bursting with questions. This doesn't make any since. Why now? More importantly, why Charlie? Claire sighed and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on something else. This was going to be a long night.