"So I'm here, where is it?"

"Happy to tell ya, soon as I get that kiss"

"What…Are you serious?"

"Baby I'm tied to a tree in a jungle o' mystery. I just got tortured by a damn spinal surgeon and a genuine Iraqi…'course I'm serious. Just not seein' the big picture here Freckles, you really gonna let that girl suffocate cuz you cant bring yourself to give me one little kiss? Hell, it's only first base. Lucky for you I aint greedy."

A long pause made the air grow colder.

"Okay…"

"Okay"

Kate knelt down towards Sawyer and looked into his eyes. They were wandering and busy, but also filled with a yearning. For what, Kate didn't know. She just thought he was a horny guy who hadn't gotten any action and needed something to excite him. But as she was leaning ever so slowly toward him, she felt it. She felt her breath catch and her lips tingle. She felt his need to touch her, to be near her.

She'd kissed hundreds, maybe thousands of guys, but this was different. She could taste his passion and she knew it was real. He was kissing Kate. Not someone she was pretending be. He wanted her, he needed her. She could feel it as their tongues played desperately in each others mouths. But when they pulled apart…

"I don't have it…"

"Why did I do it?" Kate asked herself as she was lying in her tent that night, "Why did I kiss Sawyer when all along I knew he just wanted attention?" She was furious with herself that she had been played at someone elses advantage. She had always been the one in charge and now that he called the shots she felt vulnerable. In a way it was nice to know that she was wanted by someone. She wanted him back. She gazed at him longingly but no one seemed to notice. Well one person did and that was-

"You okay?" the doctor asked her outside her tent. He followed her gaze to the muscular figure just inside the jungle. She felt him stiffen behind her, "Oh," was all he said, and walked away.

"Wait, Jack!" She replied, and jogged after him.

"No, Kate, I-"

"Stop," Kate ordered, putting a hand to his chest. She felt his anger subside and decided this was a good time to talk about The Kiss.

The Kiss had happened only shortly after she had kissed Sawyer which was the problem. She had felt awful that she had let herself feel so much pleasure when Sawyer was just using her. So when she let herself finally show some emotion in the jungle, Jack just had to show up. He had to hold her in such a way that made her feel powerful again. As revenge to her former lip lock, she kissed Jack. Kate wanted to get all her emotion out so this would never happen again. But Jack had a different idea. He kissed her back. Not only that, but with equal, maybe greater emotion. They kissed until the sky started to turn orange, then pink, and slowly navy. He told her that he had never felt so strongly for a person as he did now for Kate. This only scared her, for she hadn't been trying to arouse a problem, but rather make one go away. She was stuck with love with one man. Wait… was it love? Did she love Sawyer or just the idea of Sawyer? She liked not having to control everything, she liked how passionate but rough he was. Sawyer had a tender side and Kate giggled at this thought.

"What?" Jack asked, not understanding the sudden laughter.

"Oh nothing," Kate squeaked quickly, embarrassed.

"You looked like you were going to say something… before…," Jack said, trying to encourage normal conversation.

"Oh…," But the moment was lost. Her thoughts of kissing Jack had brought her back to Sawyer. Now he was all she could think about. Kate quickly glanced all across the beach and held her gaze a second too long on Sawyers sweaty body.

"Well I better…" Jack whispered

"Maybe you should…" Kate replied

Neither knew how to put it but they were both thinking the same thing, how did I get so lucky to kiss such an amazing person?

"Well, ummm…," Jack paused, "Do you have any dinner plans…?" Jack asked hesitantly.

Just looking at her made his breath catch. He knew how much she wanted him back, she had to. She had kissed him, right? But every time she glanced towards Sawyer, her eyes smiled. Did her eyes smile when he had kissed her? He couldn't recall. All he remembered was the feel of her petite yet muscular body pressed up against his. Her mouth grabbing angrily at his. How their kiss had lasted so long yet seemed all too short. He wanted it all again, to feel her close to him, to have her almost fighting him to be in charge of the embrace. Now that he thinks about it, she was pretty trying to take over. He laughs softly at this remembrance.

"Okay, now it's your turn. What's so funny?" Kate asked, happy to change the subject from his dinner invitation, because, no, she didn't have dinner plans…

Jack looked down at the sand, now embarrassed himself. "I was just remembering…" he looked into her eyes and they both knew what he was talking about instantly.

"Oh," Kate said awkwardly, desperately wanting to change the subject.

"Jack!" Someone yelled from the woods, near where Sawyer had been.

The conversation instantly came to end as Jack realized Michael was calling for help. Someone was hurt.