First off WOW! Lol thanks so much for all the awesome views, I did not expect my story to be liked this much!
Secondly I meant to update yesterday but things ran long because I was writing my Lost view on it always takes to long.
Third thing is… SNOWDAY! Yeah it's a snowday here, so I'll probably update again later on tonight.
Pangs of Guilt
Chapter 3
No Regrets
It was now past midnight, and the water on the beach had cooled down quite a bit. Kate knew this first hand, because she was walking slowly through the arctic waves that lightly crashed on the shore.
She had previously changed out of her filthy, damp clothes and into new ones, while Jack went in search of any dry brushwood he could find. He insisted on doing so, although she wouldn't have mind if he stayed. Walking in the waves was purely her idea, running through the jungle in a downpour, barefoot does not have a good outcome.
Her feet had been coated in mud, and due to her many spills, most of her uncovered body, was now covered in mud. She thought she'd been cold before, and that was prior to bathing in the freezing waves.
Looking down at her feet, she realized too late that she couldn't see anything. She sighed, estimating that her feet would be clean enough. She sat down in the sand and began drying off her feet with the clothes she'd discarded earlier.
"Kate?" Jack called from the brush near by, "Are you decent?"
She smiled at this, "Yes," she replied struggling to see if he'd emerged yet. She heard the snaps of twigs and footsteps, and safely assumed it was Jack. She stood up and met him, where he had began making a fire a ways from the ocean.
"This is all I could find," he explained disappointedly, "I didn't want to waste all the batteries in my flashlight." He bent down clearing a small space in the sand before he placed the little brush inside. He rifled through his bag until he pulled out a Bic lighter, and lit the small pile.
She sat down beside him, and stared at him. This was the first time that night, that she had been able to clearly see him.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just I can see you now, who knows before it could have been someone else. But now I know it's really you," she explained.
He laughed, "It's really me, Kate," he replied.
She smiled, turning her attention to the fire, though it was little, it still emitted heat, which she was grateful for. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments until Kate turned her head to look back at the leagues of beach behind them.
"Kate, what happened?" Jack asked, he moved closer to her.
"What?" Kate replied, her eyes wide.
"Your cheek," he explained as he placed a warm hand on her face to inspect it.
"Oh I hit it when I fell," she replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I should check out your hip now," he suggested, she gave him a slightly confused look, "The injury, on your hip."
"I'm sure it's fine, Jack, besides shouldn't you wait for better light?" she asked wanting to avoid him worrying about her unnecessarily.
"If it is serious, and I wait until morning…" he began.
"All right, fine," she answered. She moved the top of her pants down a little. Just enough to reveal her waist and the nasty black and blue bruise.
"That's a pretty bad bruise you have," He explained as he examined it.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Kate explained.
"Kate, if it hurt, we could've stopped," he added.
She turned her gaze to the ground, and didn't reply.
"Any other injuries," he asked when he was done prodding the bruise.
"Just a couple of scratches," she replied.
"You'd better let me see them, if they're deep and they get infected…"
"They're on my back," she explained.
"So?" he asked cluelessly.
"I'm beginning to think you don't care as much about my injuries, as you do about getting me undressed," she divulged.
"What?" he asked surprised.
"Never mind," she shook her head and turned her back to him. Shivering as he lifted up the back of her shirt.
She was being ridiculous, questioning Jack's concern for her. She had one night, one night to get to know him away from the others. So far they'd gotten of to a smashing start. If given the chance, she'd do everything over.
Except the kiss. She got goose bumps just thinking about it. Though it had only happened an hour ago, it felt like an eternity ago. She longed to be in his arms, to feel his warmth and his lips.
She felt his hands carefully move over her back, delicately tracing over the scratches she'd so recently received. Her breathing increased and she reminded herself that he was just checking for injuries. She felt him pull her shirt back down. She was disappointed although a part of her knew that Jack wouldn't make the first move.
She was about to turn around to face him, when Jack brought up his hand and moved Kate's hair one side of her neck. He gently pressed his warm lips against Kate's cold skin. This resulted in an immediate shiver, as Jack continued to kiss her, trailing his lips down to her shoulder.
"Jack," she giggled, "What are you doing."
"Making the first move, because you never will," he answered.
She turned around quickly, and embraced his lips. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down on top of her. Her sable curls blended in with the sand, but she didn't think about having to wash it out, later. She was focused on one thing, and one thing only. Jack.
He kissed her again, full throttle with everything he had. Kate gave in, not wanting to break the kiss, in fear that there might not be another one. Finally the need of oxygen overwhelmed them both.
Jack pulled away; he sat beside her, leaning on one arm, which was on the other side of Kate. She propped herself up with her hands. For a moment, they both looked at one another, wondering if they should stop. If what they were doing was wrong. People had died in that plane crash, and here they were on an island, feeling guilty because they had found that special someone, in exchange for tons of deaths.
Kate reached up and grabbed Jack's chin, leading him towards her again. He smiled as she kissed him, tugging at his gray t-shirt. She pulled at it from the bottom and brought it over his head, while he littered her face with thousands of kisses.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and moaned when his hand found it's way under her shirt to her stomach. He mimicked her actions, and tugged her shirt over her head. She smiled provocatively before he kissed her again.
Charlie stretched his arms, but stopped when he realized there was a weight on his chest. He looked down to find a head of beach blonde hair holding him down; he smiled as memories of last night flooded his head.
The hard part was moving her; Claire didn't get much sleep, because whenever she was tired, the baby felt like kicking.
He took his sweater off as quietly as he could and set it on the ground, then he placed a hand under Claire's head and adroitly moved her head off his chest and onto his sweater. He slid away carefully and placed a kiss every so lightly on her forehead.
He walked outside of the cave, shielding his eyes against the early morning sun. He grabbed his water bottle from his cave, and proceeded in filling it up.
"Good morning, Charlie," Locke greeted as he placed some weapons together, obviously getting ready for that days hunt.
"Morning, Locke," he greeted back as his bottle began to fill up with cool fresh water.
"I ensure Claire is fine this morning?" he asked placing different calibers of knives on his belt.
"Yeah, she was a tad scared last night at that thing, but she finally got to sleep. She's bound to get up soon though, that little guys really puts up a fight," he added with a light smile and Locke returned it. Charlie then took notice of Locke's actions, "Little early for hunting, isn't it?"
"I'm not going hunting until later today, but Jack and Kate haven't made it back yet," he explained.
"Kate and Jack were missing?" he asked unknowingly.
"They are missing," he stressed, "Kate left at about sundown yesterday, Jack went to go retrieve her shortly after."
"You don't think," Charlie paused, "You don't think the monster got them do you?" he asked.
"Jack and Kate are both survivors, they'll know what to do if it shows up," Locke assured him, "I'll be back by two, I might be a little longer, we still don't know if he's found her yet."
"They're not back yet?" a voice asked.
Locke turned around to see Walt standing behind him. He looked at the boy and shook his head.
"Mr. Locke, you gotta let me come with you. It's my fault this happened in the first place," he begged.
"That might not be a good idea," Locke began.
"Please."
Locke was about to shake his head, when Michael interrupted him, "Walt, what are you doing?"
"I'm going on a hunt with Mr. Locke to find the doctor and Kate," he explained.
"No you're not, you're staying right here. It's to dangerous out there for you," Michael argued.
"But dad, this whole thing is my fault," he yelled back.
"I don't care, you're not going out there."
"What am I supposed to do instead?" Walt asked.
"I don't know, take Vincent to the beach and play Frisbee with him. I don't care, but you're not going out there."
Walt looked at Locke, "Don't worry Walt," he comforted, "I know they're fine."
End of chapter three, and a fair warning that the next chapter is all KJ because you know I cannot get enough! But it is anything but fluff….