A week ago, Kate never would have been able to picture herself shacking up in Sawyers tent. With him. With him as in sleeping together. Each night they found comfort in each others arms. Kate couldn't remember the last time she woke up in the arms of a man she loved. Couldn't remember that warm feeling that walked hand in hand with strong arms and a bare rising chest. Soft snoring and a warm breath that tickled her cheek like a white feather. Sometimes she wasn't the first to awake, and was graced with feather-soft kisses in the morning sun.
"So does this mean we're a couple?" she asked one morning while they were lazing about, "You know, like shower-me-with-flowers?"
"I was never into flowers, freckles," he smirked, "although I do remember this one time in central park when me and this lovely little blonde got it on in a flower gard—oww!" Kate had smacked him square in the chest, "what was that for?"
"I'd rather not know about your sexual encounters with girls that aren't me, thank you," she told him, holding herself up beside him on her forearms.
"Well, we could make sure I only talked about our rumble-and-tumble sessions," he growled deeply and rolled so he was holding himself over her.
"Good luck with that," she grinned and pecked him on the lips, "get offa me, I've gotta get dressed."
"Good luck with that," smooch. To a casual observer, the two of them were enough to make one want to hurl, but they wouldn't have it any other way.
"What are we doing today?" she said as she rustled around looking for her favorite orange shirt, "I thought we could go pick some fruit over by the waterfall. What?" He was staring at her again. This wasn't his, "I know who you are stare,".
"Sometime wrong?" she asked again, pulling her shirt over her head. Didn't see him lunge, tackling her to the ground, "Sawyer!" she squealed, "Sawyer stop it!" his hands had roamed to her waist and his fingers were mercilessly attacking her sides. He laughed huskily and leaned down to cover her face in sloppy kisses like a dog would.
"Sawyer! Mmmmggffrfgg, stop it! Ewww! Get off!" her giggles and shrieks were easily mistaken for another form of play by those outside their tent, "Oh gross, my face is all wet no—AHHH!" he moved his lips down to her stomachs and proceeded to perform loud raspberries on the tender flesh. Kate was in tears now, squirming and flailing about beneath him. One hand had managed to break free and grabbed a chunk of skin beneath his shirt. He yelped in surprise and jumped off of her.
"What the hell was that for!" she yelled at him, but her peals of laughter betrayed the angry look she was trying to give off.
"Didn't know you were so ticklish, sassafras," Sawyer chuckled at her dischielved state, "have to remember that for later use." He winked and she rolled her eyes.
"Out." Her hand had moved from where it was keeping her sides together to mimic an angry arrow directed at the front of the tent.
Sawyer's face dropped, "Aww, you're not angry are ya freckles? I was only playing,"
"I'm not angry, although I do enjoy knowing I'm not gonna be attacked while dressing. Now out, you can come in when I'm done." Looking dejected, but still smiling, Sawyer crawled out of the tent and into the morning sun…
…where a group of curious bystanders stood waiting for some explination of the sounds they heard only moments previous.
"Sounds like you two were having fun," Charlie had appeared at Sawyer's side out of nowhere. Sometimes the hobbit scared Sawyer. He was about to shoot down any of the little man's hopes for a raunchy story, but thought better of it. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Well actually…"
"Sawyer was dreaming about the teddy bear he lost on the plane and began to convulse and drool in his sleep," Kate had emerged from the tent, fully clothed, "On me, no less." Charlie looked from one to the other, then back to Sawyer,
"You had a teddy bear, mate? That's a bloody freaking riot! Hey Hurley, guess what!" and before Sawyer could grab the kid, he was speeding off down the beach to where Hurley was attempting to break the language barrier with Jin. Again. Sawyer dispersed the rest of the onlookers with a simple glare, then turned on Kate.
"What was that for?" he snarked, "payback, I assume?"
Kate just smiled, "I remember a certain southern pervert telling me a few days back that I shouldn't worry about what people think of me," now she was grinning, "I assumed the same should apply to you."
Sawyer screwed up his mouth, "I didn't mean it that way, you know that!"
"Do I?" she cocked her head, "Well, at least now you're reputation will be softened up a little after Charlie tells everyone on the plane about Mr. Pookie." And with that, she was skipping down the beach to the water. Sawyer watched her kick sand up behind her and wondered what a monster he had created.
"It was Mr. Snuggles, thank you," he muttered before disappearing back into their tent in search of clothes and a certain stuffed piece of cloth.
