Chapter Six: Have A Little Faith In Me...

Sawyer felt slightly nauseous but even more bewildered. They'd heard the heartbeat for the firs time and his knees buckled. As they left the office building, he slipped his arm around her waist, his hand resting at the small of Ana's back.

"Did Dani drop you off?" she asked as Sawyer fought the urge to kiss her yet again right there in the parking lot.

"Yeh, not exactly mobile at the moment…" his arm went around her shoulders as they approached her car.

"'Least you got a place…" she said, smiling at him, "c'mon, cowboy, that's my car." They arrived at her car, Ana moved to separate from him, but Sawyer pulled her back to him.

"Hey." Their faces were inches apart. He could feel her breath on his lips.

"What?" He kissed her gently, but not hiding what he feels for her as she gives into him slowly, wrapping her arms around his waist. He pulled away, drawing a whimper from her a the break from contact.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered against her lips.

"So why'd you stop?" she asked, pouting slightly. He kissed her again, and she drove her tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from him.

"You keep that up, we ain't gonna make it to lunch." Sawyer murmured, his lips against her ear.

"Good thing we're goin' to your place, then, huh, cowboy?" ana whispered, her hands trailing down Sawyer's chest.

"You makin' me an offer, there, Luce?" she shrugged.

"Depends on how you play your cards, cowboy." He kissed her softly before speaking again.

"Then we better get goin'; I got a feelin' you're gonna want what's on the menu." He took her keys from her. "Lemme drive." True to form, Ana's hands flew to her hips. "What, you lookin' to get lost? I suck at givin' directions."

Ana strode around to the other side of the car, mumbling under her breath, "Fine. Whatever."

Inside the car, Sawyer softly kissed her. "Work with me, here, Rambina…you shouldn't be drivin' anyway!"

"Okay, come on, Papa-to-be, I'm hungry here," Ana said, sighing as she pulled away.

"Penne strike your fancy?" he asked, making Ana laugh.

"I see Dani told you, huh? I really want some chicken. Your offspring seems to agree." Ana said, her hand moving to her barely-there baby belly.

When they reached the apartment complex where Sawyer lived, he lifted Ana gently into his lap.

"How you feelin', there, Chachi?" he asked, right before he kissed her heavily, his tongue grazing against hers. She rubbed up against him.

"You still want that chicken or you think it can wait a while?" he asked as Ana began to nip and suck on his neck.

"Damn, come on…I wanna try out your couch." Ana urged, her stomach rumbling slightly.

"Well yes ma'am." As soon as they got into the apartment, the two were making out against the wall just inside the door. Pulling away slightly, Ana grabbed his face.

"C'mon, Cowboy…where's the couch?" Sawyer groaned at the lack of contact.

"Down the hall; 'cross from the kitchen. You're gonna kill me, ain'tcha, woman?"

"Nah, not kill you…bang you up a bit, maybe." She said before sauntering off down the hall.

"Hey!" He play-tackled her as they landed on the couch. "This more your style, chica?" he asked as she straddled him.

"I think i'm gonna like wearing you out."

"Well lets see if you still got it, then, Rambina." She quirked her brow at him.

"You think I ain't got it?" she got off of him and went into the kitchen.

"HEY! You want your damned chicken, woman?" he asked, pinning her to the wall, heatedly kissing her as she pulled him down to the floor.

"Chicken can wait…" Ana replied, puling her shirt off, Sawyer attacking her neck simultaneously, pulling her hips to his. "Never thought we'd be doin' this again. Good to know there is a god." Ana pulled at his shirt.

"C'mon, take it off, 's in my way." He ripped his shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere.

"Millions more where that came from…bring it on Muchacha." She smiled at him, grinding into him gently.

"You sure you wanna waste your energy? Still gotta make me lunch, cowboy." Ana whispered, nibbling at his ear.

"I dont care, Lucy." Sawyer said, shuddering at the sensation on his ear.

"I'm happy I'm here." Ana groaned, licking his neck.

"You ain't the only one, chica. you sure you wanna keep them jeans on?"

"Take them off." Sawyer kissed her as his fingers yank at the snap of her jeans.

"Let's go, girlie." She kicked off her jeans.

"You're a little overdressed, cowboy. C'mon, keep up!"

"Why don't you take 'em off, chica?" Sawyer drawled softly into her ear. "Think you need ta reintroduce yourself, sweet lips.""

"Maybe I want a bit of a show…" Ana grinned at him. "C'mon."

"Uh-uh, Chica. I did you the honor, time for you ta return the favor." He growled into Ana's ear as she crawled over to him, running her fingers down his chest to the pants line of his jeans.

"That chicken better be the best I've ever tasted."

"Oh, trust me…you ain't never tasted nothin' like my chicken, baby." Sawyer said as she popped the button and pulled the zipper down.

"You seem awfully sure of yourself." Ana said, tugging down on his jeans. "Lift up." Sawyer did as he was asked.

"'s a reason nobody knows how I make it as good as I do." He said, pulling her down into a heavy kiss."

"Why, you got a secret recipe or somethin'?" Ana asked as she rolled over onto her back.

"You could say that…ya treat me right, you might just get to taste it…" Ana pulled Sawyer down against her.

"What I gotta do?"

"What d'ya wanna do?"

"I think I wanna ride a cowboy…" Ana said.

"Well yes, ma'am…all ya had ta do was ask." Sawyer said, flipping them so he was on top of her. "Whatcha gonna do now, Muchacha?"

"Have a little fun…" Ana said, pushing him back and straddling him. He kissed her, letting her hair down from how she'd had it pulled back. After a little encouragement, he nudges her tongue with his own. She ran her hands up and down his chest.

"You havin' fun yet, Sugar?" he asked, kissing his way down her neck, gently biting at her collarbone. She rubbed her cheek against his stubbled jaw.

"I like this, you an' me…"

"Then why all the defense? Ya knew ya wanted me," Sawyer said, nipping her bottom lip. "Made me work my ass off for this, Chica."

"Gotta keep you on your toes," Ana said, pulling away slightly. "I don't wanna regret this later, James."

"Yer evil, woman, anyone ever told you that?" Sawyer rasped.

"I'm serious, James."

"So 'm i." James whispered in her ear. "Ain't gonna be nothin' to regret, Ana." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I hope so." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Ana. Ever since we got off that damn island, all I been able to think about is you." Ana pulled him up into a sitting position, smiling.

"Is that so?"

"Why you think I ran slam into that guy at my sister's office? Kept lookin' back, thinkin' 'ain't no way in hell that's her…'"

"My mom thought you were a little off." Ana snorted.

"Yer mama wasn't far from right…everytime I turned around, thought I saw ya somewhere. I know LA's got a lotta Latinos but that was just plain stupid."

"No need to look anymore." She kissed his forehead.

"So how you been, Chachi?" James asked, kissing her softly.

"Fine…got together with a couple friends when I got home, had a good laugh. Ma and I seem to be doing better…likes the idea of a little Ana running around.

"Or a James, mind you." He kissed her forehead, inhaling the lavender scent of her hair.

"Yeah, or a little James…she wants to have lunch with you." Sawyer cringed slightly.

"You get off on tryin' ta kill me or somethin', Lucy? That's gonna be at least round three…"

"You could say that…she wants to talk to you, know what your intentions are and stuff."

"'m I gonna be goin' solo to this lunch with yer mama?" Ana shrugged.

"Didn't specify."

"'s too bad you just had ta start makin' out with me here on the kitchen floor; coulda answered that question yer mama had 'bout my intentions if we'd'a made it to the bed."