Libby had been doing her and Hurley's laundry when he came running towards her, looking ready to pass out. Libby chuckled, he had said that he 'felt like going for a run' and had gone running 'round the beach. "So, you're all tired out now, huh?" She enquired, smirking at him.
It looked like Hurley needed a few seconds to catch his breath, so Libby waited. Finally.. "Yeah, you uh.. you could say that, I.. guess.." He panted, sitting down beside her. "You.. you.. should have uh, come.. with me.." He added, "You're.. better than.. me, at this.."
"Aw, don't say that, atleast you're bothering to go running, the rest of us are all too damn lazy, I guess." She joked, offering him a smile which he didn't return. She then remembered and felt bad, "Sorry.. it's just, they're all.. losing it. They really need to loosen up a little, or they'll go crazy."
"Yeah, I guess.." Hurley said sadly, laying back. "Umm, sorry I -- y'know, didn't like, say anything when you said you.. y'know.."
"It's okay Hurley, honestly. I wasn't expecting you to--"
"But I do like you, a lot! I just.." Hurley interrupted her, blushing.
Libby laughed a little, "I know, look, we don't need to talk about this right now. I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that.." She said quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable herself.
Hurley had obviously noticed and decided to steer the conversation out of dangerous waters. "So.. did you see Shannon and Sawyer before?" He asked while helping her with their laundry.
"No, but Ana told me all about it," Libby answered, chuckling, "I couldn't believe it myself. Neither could she, by the sound of it. She seemed kinda' jealous, aswell." She laughed just thinking about it. "I know she's got a thing for him. Ever since she first met him, but that was only a couple of weeks ago.."
"Really? Ana-Lucia and.. Sawyer?" Hurley began to laugh, "Yeah, right."
"What? What's so funny? I think they'd make a nice couple." Libby said truthfully.
"Yeah, sure.." Hurley said, fighting back laughter.
Libby sighed and lay down beside him. It was late afternoon now, the best time of the day. She looked at him sideways and wondered if she had done the right thing confessing to him that she loved him. She couldn't actually believe she'd said it, but she meant it. She knew she loved him, she had decided that she really did just two days ago.
Rolling over onto her side, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on his cheek, snuggling close to him and closing her eyes. She just felt like going to sleep, she was exhausted. She felt him shift uncomfortably and opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" She asked, feeling puzzled.
"I uh.." Hurley looked anxious, "I was gonna say last week, but after all the, well you know.. and then today you said it, and-- I love you, Libby."
She was so taken aback by this that she sat up, wondering if she was dreaming. He actually loved her? Her eyes began to sparkle with tears. She hadn't heard someone say 'I love you' to her since before her late husband died. And now here he was, telling her he loved her. She sat up suddenly, feeling slightly light-headed.
Hurley seemed to take this the wrong way. "I-- I'm sorry if I--"
"Don't!" Libby said quickly, pressing a finger to his lips, "Don't act as though you've done something wrong." She said softly, smiling widely at him, "You've just made me the happiest woman.. on this island." She said after a moment, chuckling. He began to laugh with her and soon the two of them were laying on their sides spluttering with laughter.
He sat up and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You're beautiful," He said, not sounding so nervous anymore.
Libby found herself blushing crimson, "Finally, a compliment!" She laughed, hitting him playfully. He didn't look offended, on the contrary he looked pleased that he his compliment had been a hit with her. They stopped laughing, then followed an awkward moment. Not knowing what else to do, Libby leaned over and kissed him softly on his mouth. He returned her kiss, but his was harder than hers had been. Libby blushed, what had meant to be an innocent peck had turned into something more. His kisses were different, she had never been kissed like this before in her life. His kisses were warmer, deeper and more tender than David's had ever been. She had never really felt the love with her previous spouses, before David of course. He had been the true love of her life, but Hurley.. well, he was something else.
She let him kiss her some more, enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers. When his hands went around her waist she began to wonder where this was going. They were in plain sight of the other Castaway's, and yet here they were, making out on the beach. She allowed him to lower his hands slightly, she enjoyed his touch, which felt warm and welcoming. He began to softly kiss her neck, and she closed her eyes briefly, shuddering slightly. He kissed her lips again; this time his kisses were deeper than before. Libby didn't want to ruin this wonderful moment, however she knew that if they wanted to be intimate together they should really find somewhere more secluded.
She bit his lip slightly, not too hard though. He opened his eyes, looking surprised. "I think.." Libby began seductively, "We should go back to your tent."
Hurley obviously hadn't expected this, maybe he had just thought they were going to lay there and harmlessly make out for a while. However, Libby wanted more, she hadn't felt this way in a very long time and couldn't just let it go to waste. "Uhh.. sure. Umm.. are we gonna..?" Hurley began, the nervous expression returning to his features.
Libby nodded, grinning at him, "Unless.. you don't umm.." She tried to keep smiling, but she too was quite anxious. She hadn't been with anyone since David, and that had been over three years ago. Sure she'd kissed a few guys she'd been on dates with, but she'd never been in love or been with anyone since David.
"No, wait! Dude!" Hurley said quickly, his old mannerisms returning, "I never said I didn't, y'know.. wanna like, do that. I mean I do, I really do. But.. someone might, y'know.. see us." He said in an undertone, even glancing around warily as if seeing if anyone was listening in.
This made Libby snort with laughter. "They won't! And even if they do, they wouldn't even try to interrupt us."
Hurley considered this, "I guess.. you're right. So uh.. are we just gonna go.. together? Or what?" He enquired, looking confused.
Libby thought for a moment, "I'll go first, wait five minutes and then follow me. Your tent, got it?" She said, trying not to sound firm or as though she were pushing him into anything. Hurley grinned sheepishly and nodded. Winking at him, Libby stood and disappeared down the beach.
She had almost reached Hurley's tent when Ana-Lucia came running towards her. Libby groaned. What did she want now? Sure, she was happy to give Ana advice and all, but why now? Why now at this precise moment? Why??
"Hey, Libby," Ana said coolly, falling into step beside her. "Something wrong?"
"No.. why would there be?" Libby muttered as she brisk walked down the beach, "Listen, Ana--"
"I don't know, you just seemed sorta.. y'know, out of it." Ana remarked, giving her a look, "Anyway.. I was talking to John before.. he thinks we shouldn't fear them. And you know what? I agree, that's why I've decided.." She looked up at Libby, "We're gonna go out there, and we're gonna find them."
This made Libby stop in her tracks. "What?! Ana, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. We can't just go out there! You know what it was like before we came here. Don't you remember?" She shook her head at Ana, feeling a sudden overwhelming sympathy for her, "Ana, I know you're shook up. But you have to remember that there are only a few of us left. You saw what they did! You saw how they killed nearly all of us. If we try to find them, they'll kill the rest of us. Do you want to that to happen?"
Ana sighed, looking down. Libby nodded, "I thought not." She sighed, carrying on down the beach to Hurley's tent. She looked back over her shoulder at Ana, and felt guilty. She hadn't meant to talk that way to her, Ana had been her first friend on the island since the crash. However, she always felt that she was the one having to prevent Ana from stepping out of line. She groaned, she wasn't Ana's mother. Ana had to learn to think before she acted.
Libby was walking much slower than before; her conversation with Ana had almost killed the exhilerating mood she had been in before. Now she resented Ana for coming to her in the first place, but carried on to Hurley's tent anyway. He would probably be waiting for her by now, anyway.
He was. He had obviously come a different way to her. He was sitting inside when she entered, and looked up sharply when she came inside. "Woah.. sorry. So.." He made room for her to sit beside him. Not wanting to kill his mood, Libby began to kiss him, not wanting to make things awkward. He began to pull at her shirt. She chuckled at his clumsy hands, and he blushed.
She lay down beside him. "You ready for this?" She asked, her heart beating so fast she could barely breath.
"I think so." Hurley said, no longer nervous. With that, she mounted him, kissing him hard as their bodies began to entwine.
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It had been a lazy afternoon, and Libby had found herself, to her surprise, doing laundry with Rose. The two of them had been laughing and joking; she had never really talked to Rose and now she realised just what a nice woman she really was.
"Really? He actually did that?" Libby had been saying, snorting with laughter.
"Well, that's Bernard for you. Always the joker," Rose rolled her eyes. "So, what about you and young Hurley?"
Libby's smile faded at this. "Umm, what about us?" She enquired, trying to look surprised.
Rose laughed, "Come on, I've seen you two together on more than one occassion. You're always together, don't think I haven't noticed! Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm blind to everything, you know."
Libby sighed, "Yeah, well. There's no 'us', that I know of." She said, looking out at the ocean, "I like him, but he seems.. insecure."
"Hurley, insecure?" Rose said in disbelief. Then she tilted her head slightly, "Well, I'd believe that. He's sweet and all, but he seems like he might have a few issues with the world." Then, as if dismissing this, she shook her head. "But he likes you, I know it. And why wouldn't he, huh? You're a beautiful young girl, and he's a sweet kid. You two should really.."
"Look, maybe you're right," Libby interrupted, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, "But it's not that easy for me. I had a husband, four infact. My last husband.. he died, three years ago. I haven't been with anyone else since then."
Rose nodded, "I'm sorry." But she looked confused, "So you haven't been in love since then?" When Libby gave her a stern look, she suddenly understood. "Oh.. Well, you could do worse than Hurley, you know. He's a great kid, and he seems so distant sometimes. He could use a nice girl like you to pick him up."
Libby shrugged, "Maybe.. he's never indicated that he likes me.. we've talked a little but I don't even know him." She answered.
"But you like him, right?" Rose enquired.
"Yeah.. I do." Libby admitted.
"Then go for it! God know's a little 'island romance' will keep you entertained 'til we get out of here.."
"Island romance?" Libby mused, hanging up another damp item of clothing.
"Honey, what else am I supposed to call it?" She answered, though there was a broad smile on her face.
Libby laughed, but she took Rose's words seriously. Yes, she did like Hurley. But was she willing to take the first step? Besides, she didn't even know whether he liked her or not. He had definitely show signs of being interested in her, but was she mistaking that for friendly gestures? Libby sighed, she just didn't know what to do.
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Shannon had been fixing her shelter when he Sawyer approached her. She turned around, not expecting to see him standing there infront of her, and found herself blushing. She hadn't meant to kiss him, she hadn't been all that embarressed about it before, but now she could sense the awkward tension between them. Sawyer walked right up to her, and began helping her with the shelter.
"So.. Sticks. Are you gonna tell me what happened earlier?" He asked, pretending to concentrate on the shelter, it seemed.
Shannon did the same, adjusting the roof slightly. "I--I was gona come and give you back the aspirin.. I realised I.. didn't need to take any after all. But my head feels fine now," She said, glancing briefly at him before her gaze went back to the shelter. "I'm sorry, though. I shouldn't have.. you know."
"Yeah, you shouldn't have," Sawyer agreed, and Shannon's muscles tensed; she knew he would be pissed at her. However, he went on to say: "You know how many other women on this island have got the hots for me, Sweet Cheeks?"
Shannon laughed nervously, "What? Who would ever have the hots for you?" She teased, smirking at him.
"Well Kate for starters, and I'm pretty sure Little Latina has a little thing for me too. And I don't mean to brag.." He began to smirk, too, "But that Libby chick has been givin' me the eye for quite some time now. Face it Sticks, you got competition."
Shannon didn't laugh. "I haven't got 'the hots' for you, Sawyer. Incase you'd forgotten, Sayid died a couple of days ago. I loved him, so if you think by bragging about how many other girls 'supposedly' wanna fuck you, is gonna' get me interested, you came to the wrong girl."
She stormed off. Sawyer groaned, sitting down by her shelter. No, he hadn't forgotten. He had just been trying to make things easier for the poor girl, but he guessed he'd failed at that. He watched her walk away and felt awful, and actually guilty for the first time in his life. It seemed they had all been giving him lip for the past day or so, and he was getting rather sick of it. He was only trying to lighten up and get everyone in a good mood.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. It was the inhalers, sticking out of the tent. He picked them up and noticed that the lid was unscrewed. He also noticed a couple of aspirin's had been laying beside the bottle.
Cursing, Sawyer stood up and walked off.
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Ana-Lucia had been taking a walk when something she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. She backtracked a little; she was almost certain that she had seen Libby inside of Hurley's tent. Moving closer, Ana crept up to the tent to take a look inside. Although something told her she shouldn't, she just couldn't help herself.
The sight that met her eyes was priceless. There they were, Hurley and Libby, both naked and clinging together. Thank god they're both covered up, Ana mused to herself as she stared at them, shocked by what she was seeing. She had known that Libby and Hurley was something of an item, but hadn't expected them to take the plunge so soon in their 'relationship'. Ana found herself chuckling, and even stood by when the two lovers began to stir. Libby was the first to wake up, she saw Ana and jumped slightly.
"Well, well, well.." Ana drawled, smirking, "You two moved pretty fast, huh?"
"Ana, what the hell are you doing?" Libby enquired furiously, running a hand through her untidy hair.
Ana folded her arms. "I was just coming to look for you actually, to apologise."
Libby shifted uncomfortably, "Apologise for what?" She said.
"You know what," Ana sighed, lowering her head. There was a small silence, before she rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess I'd better leave you two love birds alone. Catch you later, Libby." She snickered at them before straightening up and walking off.
"Dude.." Hurley groaned after she left.
Libby stared down at him and smiled, "You're awake?"
"Yeah, and I totally heard all of that.." He muttered, "So, what did she do?"
Libby blinked at him. "What?" She said.
"She just apologised.." Hurley mumbled, puzzled.
"Oh, right," Libby chuckled, "That was nothing, it was just.. It was nothing, Hurley, honestly."
Not looking like he believed her, Hurley gave her a look and shrugged. Libby tilted her head at him and smiled before getting up and starting to dress. Hurley sat up, "You're leavin'? Already?" He enquired, looking extremely crest-fallen.
Libby laughed, "I have to go and talk to Ana. I can't lay around here all day, anyway." She explained.
"Why not?" Hurley said, glancing at her strangely. When he recieved no response, he added: "You'll be back later, though, right? I mean, you'll come back later..?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Libby said, winking at him before exiting.
"Wait, Libby!"
Libby poked her head in through the shelter.
"I.. love you." Hurley said in a strange tone of voice, grinning at her.
Libby smiled back at him, "I love you more." She said, before disappearing.
Satisfied with that, Hurley grinned to himself.
