A/N: So, I decide to post this one because the previous one was too short. And this is BIG! hehehe Anyway, Thanks for the reviews! And enjoy! :D
Let's Clean up this Mess!
Juliet hated cleaning. Hated. It was one of the worst parts about being a woman. Just because she was born with the female sexual organ, this immediately meant that she was supposed to clean the house? Or that she had to cook? Why was that? They were in the 21st century! Well, not exactly in 21st century, but the men who she lived with had already been in the 21st century. That should count for something. It wouldn't hurt or cost any part of their body to help her a little bit! And she lived with healthy and strong men, for God's sake! But she knew that they would only lift a finger to help her, unless she begged (or if any of them lost a bet to her, just like James, whose month of dish washer was long gone, but he kept doing the dishes... She knew he only did that to please her, and she didn't complain. It was one job less). But Juliet Burke wasn't a woman who begged, for whatever that it may be. She intend to start, either; never, ever!
So, there she was, in the middle of a Tuesday, her only day off for the entire month. She was wearing a old t-shirt (which she had no idea to whom it belonged) and old grey pants (which she knew belonged to James because they smelled like him). Her long hair was in loose pony tail. She was sweating so badly, she didn't know if was from the work or anger. Anger at the house for being dirty; anger at James, Jin, Miles and even Daniel (despite the fact that he was long gone to Ann Arbor); ANGER... She couldn't understand how they, the men in the house, could make the house so incredibly dirty.
But the thing that she hated the most was the bathroom. Why can't men control their own pee maker? WHY?!? They always left drops of urine in the toilet seat.
After she finished the bathroom, she went to her bedroom, which she now shared with James. He wasn't a very organized man: his towel, like always, was on top of the bed. She took a deeeeeep breath. James had this habit, just like all the other men. Is that difficult to hang the towel? Or, instead of throwing his underwear, attempting to hit the laundry basket like a basketball goal, why not just get up and put them in there?
"Juliet?" It was James.
"In the bedroom... can you come here, please?"
He was still wearing his khaki Dharma jumpsuit and was drinking the OJ straight from the box; Juliet counted to five...ten...twenty...
"Well, you're lookin' good!"
She didn't answer. She was way to angry to enter into this little game of his. But she kept her expression normal and her voice calm.
"James, are we out of glasses in this house?"
"Hum... this is some kind of trick question?" He looked at her, suspicious, with a smile on his face. His damn dimples almost detoured her anger.
"No..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Just answer the question!"
"No, I don't think so..." He was still looking at her.
"Then give me one, and just one, good reason why you are drinking juice straight from the box!"
He looked to his right hand, where he still held the juice box. "Oh! You're talkin' about this?"
Juliet's mouth opened a little and she laughed, almost not believing that she was really hearing this "No, James! It's not just about that! It's about how you left the towel on top of the bed! It's about how you do not dare to get up off your ass and put your underwear in the laundry basket! It's about how you and your little friend over there can't even pee without leaving it all over the bathroom! It's about how I can't live with three men anymore!"
All the frustration that she had been through all day long was thrown at him by yelling. She'd never yelled at him (or anyone, for that matter) so easily. But she didn't care at the moment. She was too pissed off to care enough about anything. James didn't seemed to care about her shouting. He left the juice box on their dresser and walked straight to her, smiling a little. He put his arms around her and didn't say a word.
"No, don't hug me! I'm still mad at you!" She said trying, but not that hard, to get away from his strong arms. Her rage was decreasing drastically.
"I'm sorry, okay?" He whispered in her ear and slipped his hands on Juliet's back. She felt her body relax and her eyes closing. "I promise: I'll never do this again." He kissed her ear. "Okay?" He felt her nod and went to her face to kiss her lips.
"You know... someday, I'm not going to believe you! Someday, I'm not going to fall in this smiles-and-damn-dimples-and whispering-in-the-ear thing!" She said; her anger didn't even exist now. He knew how to get her to give in easily. She embraced him tightly, looking directly into his eyes.
"Lucky me that you still fall for this."
"Hey! You could at least disguise it! James, I meant it... don't drink the juice directly from the box and hang your towel, please!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"I meant it!"
"Me too, Blondie!" He kissed on the neck. "Hmm, you smell good..."
"Oh, really?" She felt him smiling in her neck, while she put her hands in his hair. "You don't have to lie anymore, Sawyer. You're already in my pants..."
He noticed the use of Sawyer. Juliet never called him that. But she wanted to play, he wasn't getting out of this little game. So he gave her the best Sawyer smirk he could. He didn't usually smirk this way to her.
"Baby, I never lie to you!"
She giggled.
"You always smell good, even when you don't smell that good..."
James picked her up in his arms and their her on bed. In a record time, their clothes were off, lying on the floor. She couldn't help but think that would be her who would have to pick them up later…
