TITLE: Drawn Together
CHARACTERS: Kate and Sawyer
RATED: PG-13 for now... (Language, somewhat specific details)
EPISODES: After "Outlaws"
STATUS: Chapter twenty five of -?
BETA READER: Harlequin
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of LOST's characters. That privilege is entirely ABC's. (Dangit! Jk!)
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Chapter 25
Several rays of sunshine poked through the trees, shining down onto them. It was morning now, and they both lay sleeping blissfully, the blanket somehow now over them. Sawyer held her in his arms, and she rested her head upon his chest. He woke before her, and just watched her sleep for a few minutes, admiring her body. After a while, he started kissing her on her neck, right below her ear. She smiled, her eyes still closed, holding back a fit of giggles. She leaned her head up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good morning," she whispered.
"Mornin'."
"We should probably get dressed," she whispered.
"No one will find us here," he whispered back. "Ain't no one else that knows about this place."
It was quiet for a good while as they lay together. Kate finally broke the silence.
"Sawyer?" she looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Did you mean what you said last night?"
"'Course I did," he leaned up on his arm now, looking at her. "I have enough money in the bank to –"
"I meant the other thing," she smiled.
"Oh. Yeah. I meant that."
"But it wouldn't work…" she told him again, unsure if he really understood last night.
"I know," he said flatly.
"Well…we can try," she offered, trying to be more optimistic.
"Well you didn't think I'd give up that easy, did ya?"
She smiled. "No."
She leaned back into him, making him fall back onto his back again. He pulled her close, holding her. She sighed.
"Sometimes I wish we won't get rescued."
"Are you insane, girl?"
She laughed. "No. It's just, if we weren't ever found, I wouldn't have to go to jail…And we could just stay here like this forever."
"What's this we business?" he sat up, looking at her.
"Well I could always get Jack-" she started, grinning.
"Agh!" he pushed her back down, not letting her finish, and kissed her tenderly.
When he finally stopped, she laughed.
"I didn't think so."
"Bastard owes me big time," he mumbled.
She sat up and laughed. "For what?"
"For savin' him!"
She rolled her eyes.
"If I didn't help him, he coulda fallen and died. Now that I think of it, I shoulda just left him…"
"Sawyer!"
"What? The guy has it in for me!"
"Here we go," she sighed.
"He does! He's been on my case since the damn inhalers I didn't have, gotta follow us everywhere, sticks me with the doofiest glasses –"
She laughed as he continued on and on with his talking. He didn't stop until Kate put her foot down.
"Okay. Are you gonna shut up or am I going to have to kiss you?"
He paused, considering. "And then he has the nerve to try and steal you-"
She leaned over and kissed him so lovingly, so passionately, so forcefully, that when she finally broke away, it took him several minutes for him to return to reality.
"I'm flattered by your jealousy," she whispered while he was still in a trance.
She got up and started to get dressed while he traveled back to earth.
"You'll have to do that more often, Freckles."
She laughed, as she put her shirt on. Sawyer got dressed too, except he remained shirtless. He slung his shirt over his shoulder as they started to walk to the beach again.
"You're not going to put your shirt on?"
"What's the point? It's a hundred degrees out here!"
She rolled her eyes. "I'd feel better if you put it on."
He groaned and started putting it on. "Wouldn't want Doc to feel too inferior, anyway."
She laughed. "What makes you think he'd feel inferior?"
"You kiddin' me? You see how scrawny he is?"
She laughed harder now and started walking backwards so she could face him.
"Who ever said you were a piece of work?" she teased, biting her lower lip.
He raised his eyebrows. "Ouch!"
She laughed.
"That's painful, Freckles!"
"I just say it like it is," she joked, shrugging.
"Well I got news for you, sassafras."
"Oh yeah?"
"You are butt ugly!"
She stopped in place, and walked up to him, so close that their noses grazed.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Fine," she said simply.
She turned back around, walking normally now. She walked ahead of him, walking swiftly through the bushes. He followed her, still unsure of that effortless reply. She couldn't seriously be insulted by his joke, could she?
"But just so you know," she started, smiling again. "You're the one who screwed me last night."
He chuckled. Well that answered that.
They made their way back to the beach soon enough, with continuous taunting. Neither noticed that Jack was standing near the shore by Sawyer's tent. He watched them approach. Sawyer seemed to be moving closer to her side, sort of nudging her. When she stumbled, he finally backed off. Then she shoved him and he fell into the water. She ran as he got up and started to chase after her. She was still laughing once she caught up to Jack.
"Hey."
"Good morning," he replied. "Where have you been?"
She finally stopped laughing, but looked up at him smiling.
"We just went for a short walk," she lied.
"I find that a little hard to believe."
The smile faded and she looked at him, curiously.
"I went to check on you last night and you were gone. Now I come to see if you're back this morning and instead I find you two just coming back."
Her face went pink and the soaking wet Sawyer neared.
"Howdy, Doc!" he said, shaking his hair out, unintentionally wetting Kate and Jack.
"Morning, Sawyer," Jack managed, blinking away the drops hitting him.
When Sawyer was finished, they were all quiet.
"Did I interrupt some little shindig you two were havin'?"
Kate rolled her eyes, while Jack shook his head.
"No. I was just wondering where she was last night and this morning."
"She was with me!"
"I kind of figured that." He turned to Kate now. "So how's your head?"
"It's fine. Doesn't even feel like I have a concussion," she glanced at him sideways.
Jack looked to Sawyer, who suddenly decided to take a short walk to his tent. Stupid redneck, he thought to himself.
"Why did you lie to me, Jack?"
"What?" he said, trying to act surprised.
She rolled her eyes, apparently not buying it. "Sawyer told me. I don't have a concussion, I don't have anything. I'm fine. And yet you sit here and tell me that I have to rest for a while and someone has to watch over me? I don't get it."
"Kate I was just –"
"Trying to help? Well how is lying to me going to help me?"
"Look. You don't know what you're getting into with him. He's –"
"What!" she broke in, half laughing now. "Now you want to tell me about Sawyer?"
He sighed. "You know what, you're right. I can't tell you what to do, where to go, who to like. The only thing I can do is stand by and watch you screw up."
With that, he turned and headed over to Sayid. She glared after him. What had gotten into him so suddenly? Was he jealous? He never seemed like the jealous type to her. She decided to stop thinking about it for now and headed over to Sawyer, who was now comfortably reading an old car magazine in his tent. She leaned against one of the poles of the tent, folded her arms and sighed.
"Well that looked fun," he said, not looking up.
"Looks can be deceiving."
"Well I had to figure that one out the hard way!" he joked with her.
She looked away not amused by the joke.
"All right, I get it. No more jokin'."
"Who does he think he is?"
"Super Jack," he raised his eyebrows briefly, emphasizing the two words. "Gotta save the day and get the girl."
He stopped to turn a page in the magazine, which he really wasn't even reading anymore.
"Unfortunately," he said, looking up at Kate now. "I don't think that plan's gonna work."
"Uh-huh," she said distractedly, looking at Jack talk with Sayid.
Sawyer walked leisurely toward her, looking at what she was looking at. He leaned his arm on the pole she was leaning on, and she leaned back into it, still staring.
"Nice ass," he said looking at Jack.
"What?" she said, turning around looking at him surprised.
"That's what you're thinkin', ain't it? That Jack's got a nice ass?"
She rolled her eyes, turning back around. "Shut up."
"Well then what the hell are ya thinkin'?"
But she didn't reply. It would be the worst idea in the world to tell him what was exactly on her mind at that moment.