So I only just got into Lost and I really, really love it. I'm at S01E11 now, and that Kate/Sawyer kiss was too damn hot not to write about. Here it is.
And as this is my first foray into the Lost fanfiction universe, feedback would be truly appreciated! You know, first-expedition-into-the-wonderful-world-of-this-fandom's-fanfiction nerves. ;)
Enjoy!
She kisses him, true to their deal. And she tells herself it's only for the inhalers, only the inhalers, you have to save Shannon's life, but she knows she's lying and she just can't help herself. She gets lost in the kiss, in the feeling of his lips against hers, and she cannot possibly stop the embarrassing, silent, breathy moans from falling out.
It's short, but too sweet, and as soon as they part she dives right back in for more. His slips his tongue in, and she has never been kissed like this before, or perhaps it has just been too long for her to remember. She tries not to think about how he got all the practice, tries to forget that he's been tortured and tied to a tree and it's only a deal, goddammit, and she doesn't protest when he deepens the kiss.
His nose against her check, her eyelashes fluttering against his, their tongues caressing, all the sensations melt into one. A burning pleasure settles low in her belly, until she suddenly realizes what she's doing.
She's making out with Sawyer for God's sake, and it's only for a goddamned deal. He's been tortured and he's sure as all hell manipulating her, she just knows, because he's Sawyer and Sawyer is never this straightforward, and she doesn't even like him and he's tied to a goddamned tree and he probably won't even tell her the location of the inhalers. And she tries really, really hard not to want to continue kissing him, not to want to kiss him again.
She breaks the kiss, tries not to lick her lips, savors his taste, memorizes it, pretending not to. She fails, and looks up into cloudy blue eyes. First base, he'd said. She feels a pang of regret, and what makes her mad is that she doesn't know whether it's for the fact that their deal concerned only a kiss, or for breaking said kiss (it felt so goddamned good) or for kissing him at all, and she blinks in confusion and swallows to mask how short her breaths come.
Sawyer is searching for words, it seems, and for one short moment she half expects him to tell her the location of Shannon's inhalers, just like that. Of course he doesn't.
"I don't have it."
His voice is low and husky and she doesn't want to notice that, but she does. Then she registers his actual words and leans back.
"What?" Her voice is incredulous, she knows, and it shouldn't be. She had known he was deceiving her somehow – her loss that she didn't think of the possibility that he didn't have the damn medicine at all. He shakes his head just slightly (is that regret in his eyes? No, surely not, she must be mistaken), and clarifies.
"The medicine… I don't have it, never did."
She really shouldn't feel this disappointed, really should have seen this coming, but she does, and she didn't.
The thud her elbow makes as it hits him in the face and the groan of pain following it are very satisfactory.
So, what do you think? Short, I know, but I hope you like it anyway.
Xx Ilse