Rebekah ran a hand through her shortish brown curls and glanced over to her right, where Sayid and some others were admiring their handiwork. Rebekah sighed and walked over to Sayid .
"Sayid, could I have a word with you?"
Sayid turned to face her. "Yes, what is it?"
"Come here..." Rebekah had Sayid follow her a few feet from the fence. "Sayid, I don't like this. Don't you remember what happened last time we built fires like these."
Sayid sighed.
"People were shot," continued Rebekah.
Sayid shook his head. "The others came and shot some people. We don't know why for sure. We'd had signal fires before."
"I think it was the clothes... maybe the others don't like it when we burn clothes or something..."
Sayid raised his eyebrows slightly. "They were simply old dirty rags."
"You're... you're right I guess... maybe I'm just being silly. But I still have a bad feeling about this..."
Sayid paused a bit, then gently took Rebekah into his arms and kissed her forehead. "It'll be okay. I promise"
They remained that way for a few seconds before Sayid pulled back.
How about some lunch," suggested Sayid. "As you can see, they're roasting some boar and fruit."
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Oh yay, boar cabobs."
"It sounds really disgusting when you say it like that."
Sayid had wrinkled his nose as he said that, and Rebekah burst out laughing. Sayid chuckled. "So," Sayid began "shall we go now to the renowed Island Eatery and dine on delectable island pig and fresh fruit on bamboo scewers and sip fresh spring water from airline bottles obtained from the infamous Oceanic 815?"
Sayid held out a hand which Rebekah accepted. "Yes, please lead the way kind sir."
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Five months. It'd been five months to the day since the crash.
Tons and tons had happened since then. Building, destruction, love, hate, allegiances, deceptions, birth, death. It was all turning into a blur really.
The latest and most significant developments were mostly architectual. Michael had set out a lot of plans for buildings and those were getting well underway. One thing that had been constructed was an area with tables and a shelter. It was basically a very sturdy restaurant with vast shelter benfits.
Sayid showed Rebekah to one of the tables and wandered off to get some food and water for them. Presently Rebekah was joined by Sun.
"Hello," greeted Rebekah, "How're you and the baby today?"
Sun smiled. "We seem to be fine. How're you?"
"Wonderful. Especially now that my family has moved to the caves. My father hated me for being with Sayid so much. We had decided not to see each other to avoid the problems... but you know, now we can again without worrying."
Sun nodded. "If I may say... your father seems misled... you're an adult, and can do what you wish, and what you want should be good enough for him. And besides, Sayid is a very nice man."
"Yes... father's always been that way though. He's very racist, you know."
Sayid came back to the table at that moment. He set down a tray of food for Rebekah and himself. He also set down another one. A little dark haired and skinned girl with long curly hair popped over the table and smiled at Rebekah and Sun.
"Hello Sun," began Sayid. He noticed Rebekah's confused expression and continued, "This is Ethira, she seems to have lost her parents on the flight."
Rebekah nodded. "Oh, hello Ethira. I've seen you around before."
Ethira nodded. "Yes... Sayid has been watching me sometimes. He brings me food and tells me stories when I can't sleep. I have a hard time sleeping. Momma used to tell me the best stories. But she's..." Ethira broke off and began sobbing.
Rebekah felt herself fill with compassion and reached over to take her into her arms. "There, there... don't cry... it's okay..."
Ethira sniffled and rubbed her eyes.
"Why don't we eat, hey, I think we could all use it."
They all ate, and talked with each other in the usual island way... which, being disconnected from the world, was very small talk.
When they finished, Rebekah and Sayid said goodbye to Sun and sent Ethira to play with Walt. Sayid led Rebekah to his hut.
Rebekah admired the now-completed structure. "Oh, it's finished, it's wonderful."
"Yes."
"Mine isn't coming along too good. My family got a late start on our shelter." Rebekah wrinkled her nose.
Sayid nodded. "I was meaning to talk to you about that... uhm, simply put, would you consider sharing shelters with me, at least until yours is more of a shelter? I mean, if you think it too scandelous I'll never mention it again. But I could easily get another bed, and people already talk..."
Rebekah closed the space between them and ran her fingers through his hair. "Sayid," she whispered, "scandelous it is, but I don't care." She pressed slightly against him. "I want to be scandelous."
Sayid wrapped her arms around her and their lips met in a heated kiss.
Rebekah moved to nuzzle Sayid's neck.
"I take that's a yes," breathed Sayid.
"Mmm-hmmm..." Rebekah nibbled his neck, "and, another bed won't be neccesary. I want to be with you and as close to you as possible. I just... want to be with you..."
Sayid gently pulled Rebekah's head up so their eyes met. "Me too."
They began to kiss again. Slowly, then with building passion. Sayid leaned Rebekah backwards slowly until she was laid on the bed, her legs off the edge. Sayid was leaning low over her and Rebekah held him tight to her. Their tongues delved and their breathing quickened.
Suddenly Rebekah broke her kiss. "Oh God, Sayid, I can't... I need you, now."
Sayid's eyes saddened. "I'm sorry... we can't... I know you wouldn't want to be with my child, not yet anyway?"
Rebekah sighed. "No, not yet..." So much frustration. Rebekah thought she'd finally be rid of it. So close... Sayid's voice always drove her mad. So deep, so husky. All the time. Paired with his gorgeous chocolate brown body and sensuous eyes, it was a wonder he hadn't been raped by some of the island women yet, surely they became as wet and ready and frustrated as her, or at least a lot anyway. Rebekah pondered how to work this out... then it hit her: Sawyer. Sawyer had everything from laptop batteries to guns to pregnancy tests. Surely he'd have condoms. She'd get some. She had to. Until then...
"Touch me... please..." Rebekah lightly stroked a circle on her crotch to show Sayid what she meant.
Sayid complied. First they removed their clothes though. Rebekah ran her hands appreciatively over Sayid's beautiful, masculine body and Sayid reveled in the pale softness of Rebekah's.
Sayid moved between her legs and pulled down her undewear. Rebekah moaned as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her pink center before moving his hand to her.
Sayid pleasured Rebekah, and when done, she pulled him to her and began stroking his need. 'I'll fix this,' she thought.
Thank you for reading... please review... I'm very... self-conscious about what I write and would like to know if you don't like anything about it by the way...
I'm actually building this story off a dream I had... with some major changes... For instance, Michael won't fight Gandalf (the Grey) for $30,000 and a car like he did in my dream. :P That doesn't mean this story won't get slightly... interesting though...