Before he could think it through Sawyer bridged that last gap between them. He kissed her tenderly at first, his hands cupping her cheeks. Then it became deeper more intense and he felt the delicious wetness of her tounge inside his mouth. Her hands had become tangled in his hair and he drew her to him, so every inch of their body was touching. The kiss became more intense and as Sawyer gently nibbled on her lower lip, Kate let out an involutanry moan. 'Their last kiss was good, but this was explosive' she thought. 'He'd been tied up before, and she was the one in control, but now she was encircled by his arms and could feel his hands on her body, and it felt so good, better than anything had felt for a long time. They were no longer dancing, just standing there kissing as if they would devour each other. Kate felt herself move them backwards until he was pressing her against the kitchen counter. She ran her hands down Sawyer chest, going inside his top and doing something which she had wanted to since she had seen him emerge from the sea naked, she ran her hands up and down the smooth expanse of his chest, loving the hardness of his muscles under her touch. Sawyer groaned into her mouth and lifted her by the waist on the counter, never breaking their kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Suddenly Sawyer realised what he was doing. He fought so hard to push back the desire that was running through every inch of his body, struggling to try and regain some of his self control. 'She's drunk you idiot,' he was saying to himself, 'how do you think shes going to feel when she sobers up and realises what she's done, and its you who will get the blame. Did you really think that she wanted you? She had to be drunk to get this close to you willingly.' he listened to these voices, tried to use them to push back his fierce desire for her. 'How could this just be the drink though,' he thought, 'this intensity has been building the whole time they have been on this damned island.' 'If you have sex with her now, it's going to be nothing more than rape sawyer,' he told himself. And that thought dampened his lust slightly, enabling him to draw away from the delicious feel of her mouth on his.
"Freckles," he murmered, drawing away. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with longing. it killed him to see that look in her eye, and it being directed at him. 'It's the alcohol remeber,' he told himself. "Well, babe that was some dare," he said huskily. trying to regain his senses.
Kate just looked at him, the longing in her eyes turning to pain. 'Was he really rejecting her? Of all the people she never dreamed that he would refuse her. Why does he not want her? Has it all been a game?' Sawyer saw the pain in her eyes and grimiced. 'Why were things always so complicated with her?'
He brushed a lock of her hair out of her face, "It's not that I don't want to freckles," he appreciately let his gaze travel down her body. "I have wanted this so badly for so long." 'Was he really telling her all this?' he thought to himself. "But you're drunk babe, hell we're both drunk, and once we do this, I aint sure if theres any coming back. I don't want you waking up in the morning regretting this Freckles, if we ever get to do this, even if its just the once, I want it to be...right." He looked down at her, feeling awkward.
At first Kate couldn't believe that it was Sawyer telling her these things, that he had actually passed up the chance, maybe the only chance he'd ever get with sleeping with her, just because she was a bit drunk? Yeah, she was drunk, pleasently so. Would she have initiated what just happened without the help of alcohol. Probablly not, but she knew what she was doing, she wanted it, wanted him. She wasn't thinking too far ahead, or the implications of what it might mean with their rela...well with whatever the hell they had, all she knew was that tonight...everything felt different somehow. Like the island, their pasts didn't exist. It was only them, only giving into what they both needed, what they both wanted. How could she make him understand that? Make him understand that anything he does to her she wants, and it wont be taking advantage.
She looked with amusement at Sawyer's pained expression. 'it must have been very hard for him to stop,' she thought, 'maybe he is a gentleman after all.' She just smiled at him and kissed his cheek not saying a word and hopped off the counter. "I think we could both do with another drink, don't you?" she said walking over to the table and refilling their glasses, the bottle almost empty now. Sawyer was just standing in the same place, trying to work out what the hell was going on inside her head. She sauntered over to him and gave him his glass and he watched as she downed hers in one mouthful and laughed at the fact he was frowning at her.
"How many times do I have to tell you sawyer, I can handle my drink!" she said in response to his expression. She placed her glass on the counter, getting un-necessarily close to him in the process, making his pulse quicken. Then she grinned up at him and turned around heading into another room.
"Hey! Where are ya going Freckles?" Sawyer asked.
She just turned her head and grinned at him. "I don't know about you but I could do with a cold shower," she said and turned around in the direction of the bathroom, as she went around the cornerm, sawyer could already see her beginning to take off her top. sawyer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 'This women is definetly gonna kill me,' he thought as he downed the remainder of his drink and headed towards the bathroom. 'What are you doin?' he thought to himself, 'you gonna barge in on her in the shower, sure thats going to go down well!' 'then again, she'll probablly slip over and crack her head open or something,' and he thought about having to deal with that situation, so he figured he'd take the risk. As he walked towards the bathroom he saw her top already discarded on the floor, and he could see that the door had been left open, as he got closer he could see her bra by the bathroom door. 'Oh jesus,' he thought, 'this is a really bad idea.'
"Freckles?" he called from the hallway. There was no answer. He could hear rushing water, he stepped closer and could see her Silhouette through the shower curtain. He stepped inside the room.