"I need to get back home. He'll be waiting for me."
"Who, Kate?"
"Good-bye, Jack."
The pained look on Jack's face stayed with her the whole drive back to her (their) place. But it wasn't like she could explain to him that she and Ben were living together. Their arrangement had been made when Kate realized that, although she was back in civilization, she had nowhere to go. Sayid was back with Nadia; Hurley was institutionalized; Jack was a drug and alcohol addict; and Sun was in Korea. When you're broke with no one to turn to, you'll do just about anything for your first half-way decent offer.
When she walked through her (their) front door, she was already expecting the round of taunting he put her through.
"Was it Jack this time, Kate, or were you with someone else you're fucking?"
Angered, she moved to slap him across the face, but he had anticipated this and caught her arm.
"It's none of your business," she said in a deadly whisper.
"Is he rough with you, or does he treat you like some porcelain doll?"
"Let. Me. Go," she grit out.
She pulled her back from his grasp with a forceful jerk.
"Or maybe you're just upset because I know what you like better than anyone else."
By this time, she had walked away, into her (their) bedroom. Kate wasn't surprised to see that he already had her nightwear (lingerie) laid out for her. One of his requests for keeping her safe from arrest had been to supply him with certain favors. To please him. Tonight he had chosen the black lace slip with a hem that rested well above her knees.
Instead she chose to where her blue cotton two piece. Ben would not be getting off on her attire this evening; he had pushed her too far this time. She climbed into her (their) bed, feeling peaceful and rebellious. She must have dozed off because she was awoken in the middle of the night with Ben pressed close behind her, his want of her obvious.
"No, Ben," she said firmly.
"Then leave. Walk out and go right back to running from the police," said Ben, snaking his hand into her pajama shorts.
She let out a sharp gasp when he started rubbing her. It made her furious that her body would betray her like that.
When her protests turned into gasps and soft moans, he knew he had her. He knew she wouldn't leave like she was always threatening she would.
As he continued probing his fingers into her and fondling her breasts, Kate found it harder and harder to keep still. At one particularly evil twist of his fingers, she bucked her hips back into Ben's. This only served to remind her that he was not one of the men she imagined herself with. Some nights, it was Jack; others, with Sawyer; and on occasion, she pictured Sayid lying next to her in the aftermath.
After he forced her orgasm from her, she turned away from him feeling violated and dirty.
"Oh, now you're angry at me? Fine. Want me to sleep on the couch again? It's what you normally tell me to do."
She didn't take the bait. She wouldn't give into his mocking tonight.
"Well, if you aren't going to say anything, good-night then. See you in the morning."
Sometimes Kate hated Ben Linus...
