Title: An Improbable Romance
Author: Megan or PITAchic, whichever you prefer.
Rating: PG-13 for language and sensuality. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: If I owned, "Lost" would be on more than once a week and I'd have whole episodes dedicated to just Shannon/Sayid, Kate/Jack and Charlie/Claire.
Summary: She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him exactly… All she knew is that she couldn't get him out of her head. Shannon/Sayid with little tiny bits of Jack/Kate and Charlie/Claire.
Author's Note: Heya all! I'm so excited for tomorrows epi; I'm counting down the minutes: looks at watch: Only20 ½ hours to go! Yay! Anyway, I decided to kinda go with the show and say that Claire didn't remember anything after coming back. This is fast forwarded a week from last chapter. And I don't know if anyone has used the same name for Claire's son, so I apologize if someone has. I don't really like the whole Charlie/Claire scene very much, but it's all I could get out; hopefully the Shayid scene at the end will make up for it. Oh, and just a little random note; the chapter got it's name from the Richard Marx song "Touch of Heaven" because I listened to it (repeatedly, lol) while writing this chapter; I recommend downloading it and listening to it while you read (it seriously fits the mood). So, go enjoy the chapter and remember to review!
"Where are you going?" Sayid asked as he watched Shannon throw together some of her belongings.
Claire had given birth to a healthy baby boy today, causing chaos to ensue around the caves. That left no time for them to even spend a minute together. He had finally found a moment to come visit her, and he found her packing.
"To the beach. I think I'm going to stay there tonight."
"You're going alone this late in the evening?"
She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that was a mix between flirtatious and thinking he was the dumbest person in the world.
"Of course not! You're walking me there."
"I am?"
"Didn't I just tell you that?" she asked, smiling and rolling her eyes.
"Okay, then. To the beach it is," he said, grabbing her away from her packing to give her a quick kiss.
She sat holding her newborn son, gazing into his little face and trying to memorize the moment forever, as if she thought it was all a dream and it would soon disappear. Charlie sat beside her, a protective arm rubbing circles on her back as she leaned on his shoulder for support.
"This is real, isn't it? He's really okay?" she asked, partly afraid to hear the answer.
"He's perfect, Claire."
They lapsed into silence again, and he heard her sigh before she broke it.
"Why didn't you tell me he tried to kill you, Charlie?"
Charlie tensed up, confused. He said he would save that story for another day when she had asked about it, but he had never told her the truth about why he was "let go" and not her; about how Ethan had left him hanging lifelessly from a tree in the middle of the jungle.
"What? Who told you about that, Claire?"
"No one."
"No one? Then how did you…" he trailed off as he looked into her bright blue eyes, eyes that no longer held the confusion of the past two weeks. "You remember?"
She nodded.
"When?"
"Sometime during the labor. I was trying not to think about the pain, trying to think of anything else I could, and then all of the sudden I could remember the plane crash and the baby not moving for a while and how happy I was when he did. I remembered you talking me into moving into the caves, and you and me thinking I was going into labor and how you talked me through it. I remembered me letting you feel the baby kick and how Ethan was there all of the sudden with that evil look in his eyes. And I remember how scared and upset and torn up inside I was when I saw you hanging from that rope and thinking that you were gone forever," she confessed as tears filled her eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Claire, but I didn't want you to feel guilty. It's something that I wanted to forget about myself," he said, and she nodded, composing herself and taking a moment to adjust the blanket around her son.
"Do you remember what Ethan did to you?" He asked softly, not knowing if he could handle hearing what that bastard had done to her.
"No. The last thing I can remember is not wanting to go with him after he tried to kill you. The rest is still gone. But honestly, Charlie, I don't want to remember. Ethan is dead, I'm safe, my baby is healthy and you're here beside me. That's all I need to know," she replied, smiling at him.
"So, what are you going to name him?" he asked, smiling back at her and motioning toward the sleeping bundle she held close to her body.
"I really like the name Dominic for some reason. And I decided I want his middle name to be Charles, if that's all right with you."
"Are you kidding? I'm honored."
"Good."
She looked up at him expectantly before he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips, then placed one on Dominic's forehead. She sighed again, this time happily, and snuggled closer to Charlie before closing her eyes from exhaustion.
"This looks like the perfect spot!" Shannon exclaimed, finding a secluded place on the beach and laying down a blanket on the sand where she was going to sleep.
"Are you sure you want to stay here tonight?" he asked, searching up and down the beach to make sure there were other people within yelling distance if she needed help.
He furrowed his eyebrows when he realized that there wasn't anyone in sight.
"Yeah. There's too many people at the caves right now to even breathe."
"Don't you think you should move a little bit closer to other people? Just in case something were to happen?"
"I'm fine, Sayid!"
"Okay then," he sighed, not wanting to argue with her. "I should be heading back before it gets too dark."
"Wait."
The way she said that one word made him freeze, and he looked into her eyes slowly.
"Stay," she whispered, moving closer to him until he could just barely feel the heat radiating off her body without actually touching her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and she nodded before closing the remaining gap between them.
The kiss was fervent, almost bruising their lips. She felt her body being lifted, felt his strong arms wrap around her as he gently laid her onto the thin blanket that covered the ground. His lips never left hers as she sunk back, and she felt his hands abandon her waist and begin to caress her, starting at the top of her blonde hair and moving down her face, her arms, her stomach, her thighs; dark skin contrasting with pale skin. She felt him playing with the bottom of her tank top, unsure of whether or not to continue. She looked him in the eyes and smiled, telling him silently to keep going, and the shirt was removed and thrown aside without another thought.
There was gentleness and warmth in his touches, and she shivered as his fingers grazed her skin. This was Heaven. She moaned softly against him, and he left a hot trail of kisses across her jaw and down her neck, continuing until he hit the fabric of the bikini top that was scarcely covering her chest. The obstruction was swiftly removed, and his lips continued their path, lingering on the soft, warm skin between her breasts. Her skirt was the next thing to go, followed quickly by her bikini bottoms. She was completely unclothed now, and his eyes wandered unhurriedly over her body, taking in each and every curve.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, and she smiled before leaning up and capturing his lips again.
They parted only so she could pull his shirt over his head, and it joined her pile of clothes on the sand. Her hands roamed the newly uncovered skin, memorizing the feel of it beneath her fingertips. His pants were the last thing to be removed, and she shuddered with desire at the skin-to-skin contact. He kissed her again, breathing her in, unable to get enough of her taste, of her scent, of her entire being. She sighed against his lips when he entered her, and low murmurs and quiet whispers filled the air around them.
They were so attuned to each other's wants and needs, it was as if their bodies had been made just for each other, for this moment. She was surrounded in the sensations he was creating, and she felt like she was floating, being swirled away into the ocean that she had become so familiar with.
He was unlike any of the other men she'd been with in the past, who all assumed she liked it rough because of how she acted and what she looked like. He was caring and tender with her; he filled her completely.
They lay in his each other's arms afterwards, her head on his chest while she listened to his strong heartbeat. Her breathing soon became even as she drifted off to sleep, a peaceful smile on her face. He, on the other hand, was not tired; he was instead content with just watching her dream through the night.
The End.
Okay, not really, lol. But I could end it there unless I'm persuaded to continue :hint hint: So now review!
And to my reviewers of Chapter 2:
Teyla Sheppard: I managed to put Charlie/Claire in here! Yay! I hope you enjoyed. I do plan on more interaction and friendships between all of the characters. And let me say one thing- Kate + Sawyer Ewww! Lol, Jack and Kate forever!
ilovecherries123: Hope you liked the short Charlie/Claire scene; they'll be back again soon. And yay! I'm on a favorites list! Thanks!
Silverwind24: I'm glad you think this is realistic and believable, 'cause I think it's a little OOC, but whatever. It's not too far fetched. Glad you thought it was sweet!
Suzanne: I'm glad I made you smile, too! I love making people smile! Ok, now I sound like an old McDonald's commercial (We love to see you smile, lol). I'm happy you like the story!
Next Chapter: Well, umm… I really don't know what's gonna happen in the next chapter, so it will be a surprise for all of us!
