Lost belongs to JJ Abrams and crew. I'm just borrowing for some non-profit fun. After Sawyer and the others return to the island, he finds Kate has finally chosen Jack. Post Exodus II. (The events that lead up to previously posted stories –Incarceration, Interim, Ineffable) Enjoy!
Lost – Infected
By Mystic
July 2005
Jack felt her shudder around him and he gasped into her ear, feeling himself release. She began to laugh and he stared down at her, seeing the joy flooding her features. Kate saw him staring. She brought a hand up to her face, covering her mouth and he slapped it away playfully, capturing her lips with his own. She moved her head off the bed, deepening the kiss and he moaned, rolling onto his back and bringing her up on top of him. Breaking the kiss, she laid her head down on his shoulder and he hugged her, pulling the covers up over her bare back.
"I forgot what a real bed felt like," she told him.
He wondered for a moment how long it had truly been. She'd told him about the running. Sleeping in cars and cheap motels, or under bridges and inside tunnels. She'd slept in a tree, in a barn, on a beach and in a twenty four hour convenience store. From what he calculated, the last time she slept on a real bed, was at least ten years ago. She settled into him and brushed the hairs on his chest.
"Didn't forget you though," she kissed his chest and closed her eyes, letting her body relax as the last weak wave of her orgasm rolled over him inside her.
Jack thrust himself against her and heard the shout of surprise she gave, lifting her head to look down at him. He smirked and shrugged and pouted his lips.
"Did you take something, Jack?" She teased, checking the bedside table.
He pulled his head off the pillow and kissed her breasts, but she rolled off him, leaving him lying limp against himself. Jack glanced at her as she yawned and snuggled against his side. "What's wrong?" He asked, curious.
"I'm tired, Jack," she told him with a laugh.
Nodding, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. He'd spent a year and a half sleeping on the couch in the living room, or in his office because he couldn't bring himself to sleep in the bed without her. She'd forced him to buy a house. One story, four bedrooms, a large back yard and private. Hurley paid cash and joked about not setting any fires. Jack remembered the day he brought Kate home. She'd covered her eyes, telling him he'd probably purchased the ugliest house in the world.
But when she looked, she gasped and smiled. Then she stepped out of the car and cried. Jack remembered Maggie and James standing in front of her in the yard, they'd been halfway up the steps when she started. The duo turned and frowned and looked to Jack for prompting. James was the first to walk to her, putting his toddler hands on her knees to tug at her jeans.
"We're home, momma," he'd shouted at her, pointing at the house.
Jack understood then, it was all over. There would be no more running from people who wanted to lock her away. There would be no more fake names and car chases. It was over and she was home. Wiping her eyes, she'd picked up her son, balancing him on her bony hip and Jack stood at her side for support. She was weak, she still was, but every day was another set of full meals, another day of running after her children and another day of loving Jack.
When he glanced over at her again, she was sleeping, her hand lying atop his stomach, her left leg up around his. He adjusted the covers over her and snuggled them just under her chin, pulling her long hair away from her neck and letting it fall against the pillow. Jack smiled at her, kissing her forehead and watching her eyes scrunch together a moment before relaxing again. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Their wedding felt like it played to a slow song on a hot day. Jack let his mother arrange it, so she could get to know Kate, who knew nothing of planning a wedding and everything about vows. That part she memorized before the rest. She told him she intended to keep them all this time because she knew he would also.
Her first marriage was rushed, chaotic and short-lived.
The wedding march played like it always did, just after Maggie and Aaron went down the aisle holding hands and telling each other secrets. The two giggled together near the alter and Jack smiled. Claire took pictures of everything and Hurley hugged Shannon and they all stood when Kate came through the double doors. Walt walked her while Michael watched, proud of his boy.
Jack's mother cried. Every woman cried, but not Kate. He watched her smile up at him as they went through the motions they were both familiar with. It was as if this were the only sure thing she had ever done in her entire life. He felt it too. Jack noticed her hands were calm and cool as she took his and he felt his heart thump away in his chest as if he were sitting poolside with a Coke in one hand and a Hotdog in the other.
Everyone clapped when they kissed and James hooted from where Jin held him on one lap, with the small Korean girl on his other. Shai clapped her hands together and pointed and Jin nodded, grinning.
Jack danced with Kate, twirling her around in her white dress and bringing her to him quickly, holding her close. Someone snapped their photo and they laughed. He swung her around and watched her as she stared up at him, smiling widely and then he pulled her to himself and closed his eyes as she leaned on his chest.
"Jack," she started. He waited. "I'm pregnant."
He pulled her away and watched her expression go from happy to excited and he laughed, nodding his head for assurance that he'd heard what he'd heard. She mouthed a 'yeah' and he picked her up off the ground, listening to her squeal loudly in his ear as he turned in circles where they stood.