Sawyer just stared at her and his pulse began to speed up. 'Did she really just ask me to dance with her?' He thought.
"You serious Freckles?" he asked warily.
"Yeah," she said smiling, noticing how awkward he looked all of a sudden "whats the matter? You too chicken, or have you just got two left feet?" There was a little voice in her head telling her, 'do you really think this is such a great idea? How do you know you arent going to loose control and ravage him or something. Do you really want to get this close to him? But she pushed that voice away, 'they were playing a game' she thought to herself. What harm can dancing do. Plus part of her just wanted a chance to get that close to him.
"Well, it aint in my nature to pass up a dare," he replied, his smile plastered back on his face, although he kept thinking, 'this is not a good idea, do you really think you can get that close to her and not do anything about it?' But part of him just wanted to do it anyway. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the nature of the evening. Tonight, he could almost forget that they were on this craphole island, and about all the stuff that had gone on between them, tonight it was as if they were just a guy and a girl, enjoying each others company. Plus there was nothing he would rather do at that moment than have an excuse to touch her.
He got up and downed the remainder of his drink and placed the glass on the table, and held out his hand to Kate to help her up off the chair. Kate smiled and took it but as she stood up she had trouble standing and fell into him.
"Woah there Freckles, you sure you're up to this. Ya don't see to be able to stand up straight," he said grinning.
"You sure you're not just looking for an excuse not to do your dare," she asked teasingly, regaining her balance, "'cos you know its rude for a gentleman to turn a lady down when shes asked you to dance."
"Well I aint no gentleman sweetheart, but I never pass up a challenge." They moved to the clear space of floor and stood infront of each other. Kate stood there looking at Sawyer, who was thinking 'why do I feel so damned nervous, we're only gonna dance!' He closed the distance between them and put his hand on her waist and took her hand in his, deliberately leaving a gap between them. When he took her hand in his, Kate felt a shiver travel through her body. 'Why did it always feel so good when she touched him?' She put her other hand on his shoulder, and they began to move in time to the music, easily being able to follow each others movements.
"Shame we aint dancing to Mozart, Freckles. Then i would have been able to waltz you around the room," he said, looking donw at her.
Kate laughed, "You're seriously telling me you can waltz Sawyer?" Kate asked incredulously.
Sawyer just grinned, beginning to relax again as they continued dancing, "I'm a many of many telents sweethearts, see" he said as he began to dance her around the room in a mock waltz. kate just laughed, trying to keep up with him. He slowed them down again to the pace of the music.
"Told'ya," he said looking pleased with himself.
"I'm impressed," she replied smiling, "any other hidden talents I should know about?"
Sawyer laughed, "None I think you'd appreciated hearing about now freckles," she chuckled an shook her head, "but maybe one day I'll get to show you," he said quietly, and she looked up into his heated stare, and as they danced they began to move closer together.
Kate was suddenly highly aware of the pressure of his hand on her hip, mostly touching the exposed skin between her tank top and her pants, just as she was aware of how she was touching the bare skin of his neck where her hand was resting. Suddenly the song ended and a slow paced song started. Neither of them said anything, but they adjusted the rhythm of their dancing to fit, neither of them wanting to stop. Sawyer closed his eyes. He knew this woman was going to be the undoing of him. Never had a woman make him feel so out of control, he had such a strong urge to bridge the small gap between them, to run his hand down her ass where it was dangerously hovering. The feel of her bare skin against his fingertips where his hand was resting was intoxicating and he began to lightly caress that little area of skin with his fingertips. Kate closed her eyes and took an intake of breath, how can one small movement give her such a strong reaction. Sawyer couldn't help but grin upon seeing her reaction. Kate noticed this and smiled herself. 'He was enjoying seeing her reaction was he? Well two can play at this game,' she thought.
She moved her hand upwards until it was resting compleately on the bare skin of his neck, her fingers trailing under his hair at the back of his neck. She lightly ran her fingernails down the back of his neck, playing with the hair there. Sawyer barely repressed a shudder, and she noticed this with satisfaction. Sawyer just raised his eyebrows at her and grinned back, looking straight into her eyes and he began to run his hand slowly, inch by inch up her back, under her shirt in wide circles, also drawing her closer to him, never taking his gaze off her face. Kate felt as if electricity was running up her spine and she shut her eyes. Sawyer released her hand which he was holding and placed this in the same position as his other hand. 'God, she feels so good,' he thought to himself and he kneaded her back, pressing harder this time. Her skin was so soft, and he could feel all the tiny hairs on her back standing up. As he released her hand Kate placed it on his neck with her other hand, but not before running her free hand up his chest, enjoying the feeling of all that hard muscle, and smiling when she felt his nipple harden under her touch. At least her touch seemed to be having the same reaction and his did. Almost involtunarily they moved closer together until their chests were touching. Sawyer rested his cheek against the top of her head, breathing in, relishing the smell of her, trying to ingore to feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. Kate's face was dangerously close to his neck, and she breathed in the smell of him, leaning in closer until her lips brushed his neck, and she couldn't stop herself becoming intoxicated. He tasted of whiskey, salt and sweat and she found herself licking her lips. She felt Sawyer tense up as she did this. 'Was she trying to drive him crazy?' he thought, trying to hang on to what was left of his self control. He felt her brush his neck with her lips again and he let out a soft growl and removed his hands from her top, running them up her bare arms, making her shiver, and mirrored the position of her own hands at his neck, pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes.
What he saw terrified and sent a wave of lust through him at the same time. Her eyes conveyed the same raw need as his. Kate looked into his eyes which gaized into hers with such a feral raw passion that she had to shut hers. They moved closer until their forheads were resting against each other, their lips barely and inch apart. She could feel his hot breath against her face, and she was fighting with the urge to close that last distance between them. Suddenly the remeberance of their last kiss flashed into her mind, how suprised she was at how good it felt, the bolt of electricity that had run through her body. 'This is how it must feel,' Sawyer thought, 'to stand on the edge of a cliff. The fight to stay there, against the dangerous urge just to jump, to risk it all, just for that rush of adrenaline, even though you know it will lead to disaster.' Nothing good could come out of this, them being together. He'd fought so hard to prevent this from happening, the con with the guns, anything he could do to prevent him from being this close to her. They'd be no good for each other, both so damaged, both so stubborn. What good could come of this? Yet there she was, her body pressed to close to his, the feel of her under his hands, the caress of her breath on his neck, making him want to close that distance so badly to drink in her taste and her smell with his lips and his hands, that it was almost painful. Kate felt as if she was drowning. All she could feel was him, and the rhythm of their bodies, the feel of him so close, the way he enveloped her with his body, making her feel so fragile, yet protected.
She knew what she wanted to do. "Truth or dare," she whispered against his lips.
Sawyers eyes flew open and he stared at her, noticing her determined impression. "Dare," he whispered back, his heart thumping.
"Kiss me."