Early in the Morning
by Andressa Casale
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, I'm just a fan with an overactive imagination.
Rating: Rated T for some violence and strong language.
Author's Note: This fic is a response to One True Forum's Suliet session's Secret Santa. I was supposed to write three fics, or a three chapter long fic, inspired in three of Laura Pausini's songs. So this fic goes to Laís, who picked the singer. This is my Secret Santa gift to Laís! s2
I'm not a native English speaker, and this fic has not been proof read. I did my best to keep this as flawless as possible.
Song Choice: Io Canto - Laura Pausini
Chapter 01 – The happiness of those who wait
La casa tutta piena di mattina
The hose is full with morning delight
When Juliet awoke that morning she felt the sunlight bathing her face softly as it filtered through the blinds. She did not open her eyes though, the feeling of comfort was too amazing to let go. She wished she could go back to sleep. The cold air surrounding her was teasing her, taunting her to keep looking for refuge into the sea of covers. But just as she was getting back to sleep, she felt his lips on the back of her head.
She smiled with her eyes still closed, she chuckled. He inhaled the smell of her hair, and she felt the delicious sensation of pleasure racing her heart beat. There was no way in hell she was going to go back to sleep now, as his hands started to room over her body, sliding inside her pajama shirt. She felt the tingle of his rough fingers caressing her belly softly.
It was magical. She wondered why that morning felt so good. They had been living on that house now for the past six months, but that bed had never felt so good. And then it hit her, it was Christmas eve.
Every second she was feeling the more awake as he begun to press his body on her back. Letting her know the morning had made him ready for her. He needed to have her, and she felt so happy to be constantly on his mind even on his sleep.
"James, what if I was asleep?" She tried to pretend that it was bothering her, when it actually felt so good.
"I can tell when you're asleep," his whisper tickled her and she turned to face him him, loosing herself into his arms.
…FLASHBACK…
L'odore del caffè nella cucina
The sweet smell of coffee in the kitchen
He had asked for two weeks the first night they got there. He didn't know why he cared that much about her. Usually she was the first one he would point fingers at. He thought he hated her, but there he stood, practically begging her to say because he needed her. And he didn't know what he needed her for. Why she had become so important to him in less than forty eight hours.
Apparently, she had also been surprised when he admitted that he needed her. That he wanted her to stay. And surprisingly enough she agreed to stay. And they never spoke about her leaving again. And she never actually ever left. She stayed, stayed for six months. And they've gone from totally suspiciously of each other, to having each other's back, to friends, to confidents, and to… What exactly he didn't know!
That was why he was there, at eight o'clock in the morning, with the smell of her crappy coffee hanging in the air while he listened attentive to her babbling. But no, they didn't live together, they weren't a couple, they were just really good friends!
"And then Amy told me her nephew's birthday was coming up, and she wanted to give him a book," Sawyer watched as the sun lovely sparkled in her eyes as she spoke. "I suggested Harry Potter, she looked at me like I was crazy."
Sawyer chuckled, feeling the need to stroke her cheeks because she looked so cute, but he was too damn afraid of crossing some kind of boundary, he spoke instead. "Harry Potter is not a book for children!"
"So you read Harry Potter, huh?"
"Course I did, sweetheart, it's a shame we'll never know whether Snape is the bad guy or the good guy." And then he added as an extra thought, "or maybe we will thirty years from now!"
"Did you trust him?"
"Not at first, I didn't, but then I realized not everything is black and white." Their eyes locked for a moment, and suddenly Snape's loyalty to Dumbledore wasn't what was being discussed anymore. Sawyer cleared his throat. "What other books do you miss reading that haven't been written yet?"
She thought for a second. "You'll mock me!"
"I won't, Baby Spice, scout's honor!"
She smiled sheepishly before answering, "I would love if I could get a copy of Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination." He chuckled for the second time that morning. "You promised!" She whined playfully.
"You know… I love that book, I thought it was funny." He said and Juliet stared at him for a few seconds, and then she burst out laughing. "A cool sexy woman working as a spy, what's not to like?"
"Oh, my God! You read chick-lit!" Juliet couldn't stop laughing, the thought of Sawyer reading chick-lit was amazingly funny.
"Not any chick-lit, I'll have you know, only Brit Chick-lit!" He defended his male proud.
But it only made Juliet laugh even harder. Her laughter was the most beautiful sound, it was exuberant, and it was a contrast to her collected and cold façade. He had never realized before, how much he loved the way her laugh rang deep into his soul.
…END OF FLASHBACK…
L'impronta di una testa sul cuscino
The head print in a pillow
They lay in bed just gazing into each other's eyes, neither of them spoke, but their eyes were rambling on in a silent conversation. Because that's how it'd always been with them, sometimes words weren't of need.
Suddenly they heard a desperate wail coming from the baby monitor. Sawyer smiled, "my turn," he said and moved to get up leaving a head print on his pillow.
Juliet propped up on her elbows and watched as he put on his boxers. "Aren't you cold?"
"A little," he answers turning around to face her, "and quilt looking at my ass!"
She laughed wholehearted as he left the room. She decided to get up already, soon the kids would be running around the house. The cold was unbearable, so she put on a robe and sat on the couch next to the big window. She stared out adoringly.
…FLASHBACK…
Il primo raggio che verrà
The first ray of sun that will rise
"So," Juliet said as they walked through the dark jungle, "where are you taking me?"
"We're almost there, close your eyes," she did as he told her, and he held her hand guiding her carefully. "You can open your eyes now."
When she opened her eyes she found herself in beautiful cliff, the sun was rising in the horizon, the view was spectacular. The sky was pink colored, it was a magical moment, with the sounds of the morning and the smell of dew. It was peaceful, perfect, breathtaking. Juliet found herself speechless. And she was still holding his hand though it was no longer necessary.
"It's Christmas eve," Sawyer explained, "I thought we could celebrate."
They sat down on the grass, Sawyer started to take things out of a basket. "It's our second Christmas together."
"All though we completely forgot the first one, will all that time travelling thing going on." He gave Juliet a sandwich. "You know? I've never been a fan of Christmas."
"Not even when you were little?" She asked with curiosity.
"Not even then. My father used to get drunk on the holidays. It ruined Christmas for me, my parents were always yelling at each other. He never even once played Santa for me."
"I used to really love Christmas!" She told him with a smile. "I believed in Santa Claus so much I once got into a fight at school because the girl told me he wasn't real. That was when my parents had the talk with me. You know, 'grow up!'" He loved when she opened up to him like that, even when it made her uncomfortable. "What do you miss most about Christmas? You know, back when you were in the land of living!"
"I don't know…" He answered thinking. "I guess what I miss most is the snow!"
"I've never seen the snow!" She confessed.
…END OF FLASHBACK…
La neve che si scioglierà correndo al maré
The snow will melt and find the sea
Juliet was lost in thought, looking out of the window, when Clementine came running into the room, startling Juliet slightly. The seven year old girl climbed up in bed and started jumping up and down giggling. Her hair was straight and long, chestnut colored, and she had her father's dimples.
"It's snowing!" Sawyer said, which made Juliet look in his direction.
He stood by the door frame holding their 14 month old baby boy in his arms. The boy had big blue eyes, with little blonde hair in his head, his cheeks were chubby and pink it matched his full lips. But the cutest thing about his face was his slight chin dimple, that was as delicate as his mother's.
"Of course it's snowing," Clementine said still focused into spending the energy she recovered from the good night of sleep, "it's Christmas eve!"
"Well, Lola Bunny, auntie Juliet has never seen the snow."
"Never?!" Clementine stopped jumping to stare at her father's wife.
Juliet smiled getting up, she walked towards the girl, she put her hands on Clementine's waist, who knew that it meant Juliet would give her a boost and help her jump higher. And that's what the little girl did, she jumped.
"Never," Juliet said and Clementine jumped again, loving the play, "ever," she jumped again, "ever!" This time Clementine jumped off the bed, with Juliet's hand for support, the girl pretend she could fly.
But then Juliet laid her down on the floor giving her a tickle attack.
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Le pietre di un sentiero di collina
The stones in the way that leads to the hills
It was Sawyer's suggestion, a walk in the snow. Juliet held JJ in her arms and watched from the corner of her eyes as Clementine stumbled on a rock along the way, but didn't fall. Sawyer noticed Juliet's gaze. Vincent barked contented in front of them, snow was something new for him as well. Juliet felt JJ's wonderful baby smell, she brought him closer and kissed his forehead.
"You're overprotective!" Sawyer said smiling.
"I'm just watching her, making sure she's fine," she said back. A cold breeze sent shivers through Juliet's body. "Of all the things I imagined about snow, unbearably cold wasn't one of them."
Sawyer chuckled shaking his head. "Well, Goldie Locks, there's something you need to know before I let you run around in the snow."
"Yeah, and what is that?" Juliet asked.
Clementine giggled and answered, "don't eat yellow snow!"
At that very moment Sawyer bent down to make a snow ball and threw it at Juliet. "That's not fair," she complained, "I'm the one holding the baby!" Another snowball hit Juliet, but this time it was Clementine who threw it.
Father and daughter highfived, they laughed as Juliet scowled playfully.
…FLASHBACK…
Lo sguardo di serenità
The look of pure serenity
Juliet and Sawyer were talking for more than half an hour, still watching the sun rising, she was resting her head on his shoulder, they were holding hands with their fingers entwined. Sawyer was amazed at how much she was opening up to him.
"I hated my teen years," she confessed.
"Who didn't?"
"I was such a dork, so socially awkward. And kids are really mean. I hated going to school. You know? I thought about killing myself a lot of times."
"But you didn't!" He stressed every word. "And that's what makes you so special, it would have been easier to just kill yourself, but you faced your problems, you chose the hard way. You chose life! You're strong, Juliet!"
At that moment she looked deep into his eyes, he was caressing her hand unconsciously, making invisible patterns on her skin with his thumb. Then they both felt awareness surrounding them. And when she closed her eyes he followed the lead, completely sure that he wanted her. Sawyer captured her lips with his.
Her lips were soft, different than anyone else he ever kissed before. And when she opened her mouth her sweet taste drove him crazy. That moment was special, Juliet special. And it felt so right, so much so that Sawyer wasn't scared to admit that he was really falling in love with her.
…END OF FLASHBACK…
I passi lenti e incerti di un bambino
The slow and uncertain steps of a child
Their laughter never stopped now that they were building a snowman. Sawyer was knelt on the floor and Juliet was lying down with her head resting on her hands. She watched proud as JJ pulled himself up and struggled to walk in the snow. The scene brought a dazzled smile to her face.
That was definitely going to be the best Christmas she ever had.
Vincent barked, waving his heavy tail frenetically. The dog started to pull at Clementine's coat, trying to get her attention. The girl's content giggles were poetry. Juliet smiled happily, Sawyer noticed it and gave her a peck on the lips.
"Eeeeewww!" Clementine said, they both laughed.
Sawyer got up and started to chase a giggling Clementine. Juliet watched them amazed by the girl's capacity to giggle. And that's when she felt two cubby and tiny hands on her face. Juliet smiled at her son who smiled back at her. She had never been happier in her entire life.