Chapter Nine: Dirty Little Secrets
Ana relaxed into his embrace.
"I always wanted a little girl…maybe seeing her with my mom," she said, sighing softly, "give her a chance to interact with her the way she wanted to with me…"
"I love you, Ana," Sawyer said as she shifted in his arms, turning to face him. "I'll take care of you, protect you."
"I want you to," she said, taking his hand in hers, bringing it to her mouth and kissing his palm.
"Back there…on the island. Kate, she didn't mean anything to me; just somethin' to pass the time." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. It hurt when he felt Ana flinch slightly in his arms. "After they thought you were dead, I…I just, wanted to numb it all, so I used her; 's what i was good at, conning people out of things." She pulled away from him and his heart ached.
"But that ain't what this is, chica. not by a long shot." She looked at him, cocking her head to the side before speaking.
"Better not be Sawyer, i'll leave you so fast it'll make your head spin." She said, trying and failing not to sound somewhat bitter. She resisted slightly when he took her hand, emphasizing the ring on her hand.
"This is one of the first things I've bought with honest work's money." Ana's gaze fell to her hand, the ring bringing a small smile to her lips. "We're gonna be okay, Ana. I promise you that."
"I hope…" her words were muffled since her face was buried in Sawyer's neck. She curled in closer, seeking the warmth of his body.
"We're gonna be just fine, Annie. Trust me." Sawyer's hand moved to rest in the small of her back and the other on the back of her head.
"I do…I trust you…lets take a little nap…chicken won't be ready for another 2 and a half hours…" Ana yawned.
They ate as soon as the chicken was ready. The moan that escaped Ana Lucia's throat was difficult to distinguish between a pleasured one or one of simple hunger.
After that, they'd taken countless slow hours in making their way back to Sawyer's bed.
The kitchen…
The den…
the shower…again…
Ana'd fallen asleep to the sound of Sawyer's heart, which lulled her into sleep. When she woke the next morning, she hadn't wanted to move, happy-as-a-clam right where she was in Sawyer's arms. She'd been in the middle of talking herself into simply calling in sick when her pager went off. Grabbing her phone, she saw it was her mother—the captain—paging her. Ana flipped the phone open, keyed in a simple message of, 'call someone else' and had almost fallen back to sleep when her phone went off—someone was calling her now.
"Hello?" she hissed into the phone, whispering so as not to wake Sawyer.
"Explain to me why I should call someone else for YOUR shift, mija." Theresa spoke clearly. Sawyer sat up in the bed, sliding up behind Ana, kissing her neck as she spoke to her mother.
"I'm actually kinda busy…at the moment, Mom," Ana's hand flew up to the phone to cover the receiver as Sawyer's hands wandered to more and more "responsive" regions of her body, drawing a moan from her
"What the hell could you…ohhh." Captain Cortez laughed lightly as she realised what her daughter had been hinting at. "I see…enjoy yourself, mija. Just…don't plan on making this a regular habit." Captain Cortez had hardly hung up the phone when Ana Lucia snapped her cell phone closed, chucking it over her shoulder, and pinning Sawyer to the bed.
"Hi…" she kissed her way up his chest, though their tongues were soon fighting for domination.
"You always this horny first thing in the mornin' or is it the pregnancy doin' this?" Sawyer asked, "not that I'm complainin' or nothin…"
"Maybe I just feel like havin' a little fun to start the mornin' off." Ana said against his lips, "Hope you got the day off, Cowboy...you're gonna need it." Ana asked, persistent in the molestation of Sawyer's upper body, straddling his hips. "Did I wake you?"
"Depends. Who's that on the phone?" Ana continued her exploration of James's anatomy, their lips meeting before she answered.
"Just now?" she asked, amidst their kisses. His answer was a muffled 'mm-hmm'. "My mother..." Sawyer froze mid-kiss. "'s no big deal, though. She called someone else in to cover for me…so I get iyou/i to myself for the day."
"Thought you wanted ta show me yer place, chica," Sawyer laughed to himself.
"There'll be plenty of time for whatever we wanna do today, cowboy," Ana said, pulling him into yet another kiss. At its end, Sawyer looked at Ana, really looked at her for the first time that morning. Climbing off the bed, Ana pulled Sawyer into an upright position, standing before him in the very shirt he'd been wearing the day before—a few sizes too large for her.
"Now, this…" Sawyer said, pulling Ana to him, kissing her softly, "I could get used to." He kissed her once, twice, three times before speaking again. "Look good in my clothes, Rambina." He rumbles into her ear.
