1She knelt before him. Her hands buried deep in the black rich soil. She hadn't noticed him yet, which was fine. It gave him a change to study her. Her beautiful face, perfect skin now tanned and freckled by the sun. Her eyes were a clear green, but her hair, her hair made her. Wild and untamed.
By looking at her, you would never know her as anything but kind with a natural beauty that went through and through. But the hair gave her away. A riot of curls that refused to go where she intended them. They tried, but still failed, just like the woman. She tried to do the right thing, but in the end, everything slipped though her fingers, just like the black soil.
He knew the feeling. He thought he had found the man that was responsible for his parents deaths, and took vengeance in his own hands. All he wound up doing was killing a man innocent of the crime.
He found himself drawn to her for some unknown reason. Yes, she was beautiful, no one could deny that, but this was something different. He couldn't stay away, no matter how hard he tried. The way she moved, the sound of her voice. The challenge of winning her off of Jack.
His mind flashed back to their kiss. He knew he pressed her into it, but he never thought she would actually do it. He would never have dreamed it would have been one like she gave him.
It was a good thing he was tied to a tree or he would have taken her right there. Perhaps that is why he hasn't touched her since. He knew with one more touch of those soft warm lips, he would be lost.
She noticed him now and glanced up at him, "Sawyer?"she said.
"Freckles."
It was then she noticed how late it was, and how far they were from camp, alone, in the middle of nowhere. "It's getting late." She said lamely.
"Yeah,"
She started to stand and he offered her a hand. She looked at it for a moment, but she accepted it. As he helped her to her feet, he pulled her close, pressing their bodies against one another.
"Sawyer," she said again, this time, it was a little breathless.
"Kiss me, Freckles,"
"Stop, we need to get back. It's getting dark. It's not safe." She told him, not sure if she was trying to convince herself or him.
"I'll keep the bears away." he told her.
"You are the bear I'm worried about."
"What? Don't trust yourself?" he smirked at her.
"No, I don't trust this." She gestured between them and pulled away. She turned to pick up her bag.
"Kate," he said. He never used her name and she couldn't miss the slight pleading in his voice.
She felt her walls start to crumble. What was it about him that set her on fire? When he was around, she felt one of three things. Annoyed, anger or desire, sometimes a combination of all three at the same time. All powerful, unwanted emotions.
He was behind her now, his heat warming her, taking away the chill of the evening. He brushed her hair away from the back of her neck, and placed a soft kiss there, causing her to shiver.
He smiled against her skin and began to dart his tongue out, tasting her, causing her to gasp and lay her head on his shoulder. He took this as an invitation to explore more, up her neck, nipping on her ear.
"I don't even like you," she whispered.
"You like me just fine, Freckles." He muttered back as his mouth found hers.