"Damn, Freckles, this here's one good thing about being stuck in the '70s," said Sawyer, taking a drag off of his Dharma cigarette.
She waved the cloud of smoke from her face. "My dad used to smoke. Some days he'd be coughing so bad he couldn't even take a puff."
Sitting on the porch after a day of figuring out wrenches and motors and security watching and Ben saving had seemed like a good idea at the time, but really, it had only brought the tension back between them.
"Yeah, well, old habits die hard, Sweetheart."
"I wish you wouldn't," she replied wistfully.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't...'sides from cancer and stuff," he challenged.
"I don't like to kiss guys who smoke."
"That so? I seem to recall getting a mighty nice one when someone needed an inhaler."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Those we different circumstances and we're different people now."
"You know what? I think I've decided to quit today, did I already tell you that?"
He took one last, long drag before crushing the cigarette under his boot.
"No, I didn--."
She was cut off by lips crashing into her own. Soft and warm, but his mouth still held it's smokey flavor. She pushed at his shoulders.
"Ah, ah, ah, not until I know you're not just quitting just to get a kiss," Kate teased.
"Awww, come on now!" Sawyer whined.
Kate walked away, smiling at him over her shoulder.
"No fair!" he grumbled.
Just what was he gonna do with the new carton he had just bought at the store yesterday?
