HeKateTriva: Hey, I didn't get to you in chapter five cause you reviewed for chapter four as soon as I posted it. Thanks for letting me know about the whole "blonde boob" mistake, witch defiantly was a mistake. But its funny, so I'm gonna leave it and see if anyone else notices. But I'm glad you liked the whole Jack and Sawyer thing. I saw the Enzyte commercial the other night when I was trying to go to sleep and the idea just popped into my head. So I got out of bed at four in the morning and typed it up. Schools coming up soon, so I won't be able to do that much any more. I'm enjoying the luxury while I still can. But any ways, glad you liked the chapter. And you'll be happy to know that Claire's dare will be played out in this chapter. And it has a very interesting out come. But I'll stop wasting your time now so you can go read it and find out for yourself. Enjoy: D

Ponyboysgirl1: Well, you'll be glad to know that this chapter will be all about Charlie and Claire. I finally thought of an idea for her dare, witch I'm very happy about. And I think you will be too. I'm not going to give to much away here though. You'll just have to read and find out for yourself.

Stark Wars

A Kiss For Every Page

Claire had been looking for him all day. She'd woken up on the beach with Aaron in his crib, but no Charlie in sight. She asked around the entire beach but no one had seen him. She headed to the caves and asked around there as well, but still, no Charlie sightings. Claire didn't know rather he was just needing some time to think after their first too kisses, or if the girls were just messing with her because they knew they had a hidden agenda.

Yesterday Claire had received her dare. All the girls found it very amusing. All except her. To her disappointment, Kate didn't put nearly as much thought into it as she had done with Shannon's. Her dare was just plain and simple. Sleep with Charlie.

At first Claire had refused. She didn't want her and Charlie's first night to have anything to do with a stupid game. And with their relationship starting out so slow, she wasn't sure is she could handle sleeping with him at all. The urge was there. There was no denying it. But Claire knew that in order for them to work out, they would have to take it slow.

But later that night, after the girls night out was over and Claire marched back to the beach. She found Charlie playing with Aaron like the perfect father, making him laugh insanely with such ease. They'd had a great talk, no different then usual. He could make her laugh just as easily, not to mention blush. And man did that boy know how to kiss!

Deep back in the jealous section of her mind, Claire had wanted to know just how many girls he had kissed in the past. After all, talent can only take you so far. What Charlie pulled when he kissed was skill, the kind you can only gain from experience. But she decided to let it go. Asking him might lead to an argument. And that was a chance she wasn't willing to take.

But the conversation was amazing. She couldn't believe how he could talk about relationship things so open and casually. Most guys close up and give stupid yes or no answers. Either that or get really defensive and start an argument just to avoid talking about it. But Charlie was different. Charlie was perfect.

But the real bomb, the thing that could have killed her was when they went to sleep. They'd been sleeping pretty close for some time now. First it was about a foot or so apart, then side by side. But last night, Charlie pulled his arms around her, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating in her ear all night long. Feeling his arms squeeze her in his sleep. Feeling his breath through her hair. Hell, even the way he smelled drove her mad!

And all night long, she couldn't get the thought of sex out of her head. It wasn't a big surprise. After all, they'd been stuck on the island for a long time. And she hadn't had any 'action' in at least six months before that. So, it was no surprise that she would have these kind of feelings. If anything, she was surpassed she hadn't had them before.

Sure, the idea crossed her mind every now and then. But she all ways kept them tamed. They never got as out of control as they did last night. She couldn't even sleep thinking about it. Everything inside her was just screaming for him. A part of her was actually relieved when she woke up and found him gone. If she would have woken up in his arms and saw that adorable little grin on his face, or that intense look in his eyes, or heard the sound of his voice...god knows what would have happened.

As she left the caves and continued into the jungle in search of the man she'd spent all night fantasizing about, she began to wonder exactly why she was looking for him. She tried to convince herself that she was worried. That the jungle was a dangerous place to be alone in, and she wanted to make sure he was all right. But in the back of her mind, she knew that wasn't it. She had a hidden agenda, and there was no use denying it.

So here she was, aimlessly flocking through a jungle of misery in search a man who she had an undeniable urge to jump on every time she saw him. She'd grown a long way from the shy innocent Claire who had shot down his offer at friendship simply because she was worried it might not end well. Then again, when someone risked their life to save your baby, and quite literally risks their neck to save you, your learn to trust them pretty fast. But, trust or no trust, lust or no lust, it didn't make her situation any better.

There was a loud crack over head, and to Claire's dismay, as soon as she looked up towards the chunk of gray sky she could see floating above the tree tops, the rain came pouring down. She dropped her head and sighed, letting the water fall down around her. Well, that's what I get for being optimist, Claire thought, as she trudged through the dirt and leaves that was quickly turning to a muddy mess.

Luckily for her, she had worn her chucks, instead of the flimsy pair of sandals she usually wore. With those flat little pieces of rubber she'd be shit out of luck in no time. And trying to fight your way through a puddle of mud was hard enough with a pair of chuck tailors, there was no way she could pull it off bare foot.

At that moment, Claire stepped into a very deep puddle and was forced to shift her weight to and grab hold of a tree branch to keep from falling. This only sent her left foot in deeper. She knew her shoe was stuck, but that didn't stop her from attempting to pull it out. She lost her balance at the movement of her leg, clinging tightly to the tree branch, witch was now the only thing keeping her from falling.

Apparently today, luck was not on her side. For at that moment, the branch decided to snap under the weight of her arms, sending her down into the puddle. She landed flat on her butt, the mud splashing up onto her bare legs and up the side of her arms. She gave a yell in aggravation, and brought her clinch fist down, sending another stream of mud up witch hit her face.

Laughter brought her head up abruptly. She spotted Charlie a few feet away, leaning back against a tree. He was laughing at her. She knew with the way she looked, sitting in a puddle of mud, arms crossed, hair plastered to her head, a pout on her face, but still. He was laughing at her.

"Its not funny" Claire muttered childishly, shivering from the cold air and the icy mud-water that was covering most of her body along with the gently pouring rain. "I know" Charlie replied with a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh. Claire continued to scowl until he offered her his hand. Before Claire could prepare herself for the jerk at her arms, she was propelled onto her feet.

The sudden movement, not to mention the fact that her feet had been pulled out of her shoes and landed on a slippery, muddy, wet surface, she stumbled, garbing onto Charlie's shoulders to keep herself from making another fall. He caught her in his arms, holding onto her to make sure she didn't fall. Their faces were inches apart, and the look in his eyes was irresistible.

Claire leaned up to kiss him, but was surprised when she heard him laugh. "What?" She questioned defensively, shooting him an offended look. "You've got mud-jouice on your lip, luv." Charlie explained with an amused grin. Claire scowled at him, not at all amused. "Come on, there's a water fall close by. We can get you cleaned up" He suggested, pulling his arm around his shoulder.

Claire couldn't believe herself. Something as simple as the weight of his arm on her shoulder sparked those uncontrollable feelings all over again. Every thing about him had become a turn on. The smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye. And even through the murky rain and the swampy stench of the mud all around them, she could still smell him. This was getting way out of hand. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it hidden. But she had no choice but to try.

At the beach...

The rain was steadily pouring down. Kate rushed through the damp sand, looking for the nearest shelter. The wind was blowing rain in her face, making it hard to navigate where she was going. She stumbled over a burnt out camp fire and tumbled into a near by tent post, warping her arms around it to keep from falling entirely.

"Well, well, well" She heard Sawyers cocky southern voice began, and unavoidably looked up to see him laying under the shelter of his tent, completely dry, smirking up at her like the ass whole he was. "Great" Kate muttered in annoyance, pushing herself off the post and brushing the drenched curls that had fallen from her pony tail out of her face.

"What's the matter freckles? Caves to far?" Sawyer questioned teasingly, laying his hands behind his head. "No" Kate replied moodily, not on the mood for his bad jokes. "You sure? Cause your welcome to camp out with me until the rain dies down" He offered, a hint of suggestion in his voice. "Not thank you" Kate snapped, smartly, shooting him down as usual.

"Suit yourself" He sighed, with a shrug. Kate turned and began to walk away when she heard his voice again. "Oh, freckles" He called tormentingly, forcing her to turn around. "What?" She snapped, hand on her hip as she turned to him. "If your gonna run around in the rain, you might not want to wear white" He noted, teasingly, looking down at her chest with a grin.

Kate looked down to see her white tank top clinging to her skin, made practically invisible by the rain. She sighed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest, hopping to do some good in covering herself. "No need to cover up, freckles. I've seen it all" He reminded teasingly, the grin growing on his face.

"Shut up" Kate spat back, moodily. "Well, aren't we prissy today?" Sawyer noted sarcastically, taking the opportunity to look her up in down. "Sawyer, please. I'm really not in the mood" She explained with a sigh. "Oh, really? Cause your nipples are saying other wise" he noted, teasingly, eyeing her chest once again. That was it. Kate turned and began to walk away.

"Hold on, freckles. Geeze, I'm just fucking with you" he called after her, making a pathetic attempt at an apology. "Well, its not funny" She assured, turning back around nonetheless. "Well, her. Have a nice, dry, black shirt, on me" He offered, holding out a black, folded t shirt. Kate crossed her arms once again and raised an eye brow skeptically. "Take it, please. Consider it a peace offering" He insisted.

Kate shrugged, seeing no harm in taking the shirt. After all, what could he possibly do. And, since she was soaking wet, and the shirt she was currently wearing was doing nothing at all in the conservative department, and he had already seen her topless any ways, she pulled it off right then and there and let it drop to the sand.

Sawyer watched her casually as she walked towards him, as if it didn't phase him one bit. She leaned forward and reached for the shirt. Playfully, Sawyer pulled it out of the way. Kate shoot him an annoyed look and reached for it once again. He pulled it back farther this time, causing her to lose her balance when she reached for it and stumbled forward, landing in a straddle position on his lap.

"You know, freckles, I'm finding it hard to believe that was an accident" He noted teasingly, talking directly to her chest before lifting his eyes to meet hers. "Fuck you" Kate spat back angrily, grabbing the shirt from his hand in one violent snatch and pushing herself to her feet. She turned away from him, pulling it on as she walked out of his tent.

"Come on, freckles. You can't leave me out here alone in this mess! I might drowned!" He called after her, hopping he could succeed in turning her around one more time. "Good!" Kate yelled back, not turning her head for a second. Sawyer watched in disappointment as her figure disappeared into the rain and sighed. "What a bitch"

At the waterfall...

The rain had died down, and was now a light drizzle, mostly just what was left over from the ceiling of trees over their head. Charlie sat on one of the many large rocks that surrounded the waterfall, doing his best to keep his eyes off of Claire. She was underneath water fall, cleaning herself up. He couldn't believe it. Even on they way there, when she was a complete mess, she still looked beautiful. He had to keep his back to her, knowing that if he faced her for to long he wouldn't be able to keep from starring.

Every once and a while, the curiosity got to strong, and he'd glance over his shoulder. It would only last for a split second. He'd catch a quick glimpse and then look back, feeling guilty for ever turning around in the first place. She was beautiful. To beautiful. He didn't deserve to look at her, even when she was fully clothed. She was way out of his league, and the little voice in the back of his head would not let that little fact go.

He couldn't keep looking back there. He was beginning to feel really bad. Claire trusted him with the life of her son, not to mention her own. But if she couldn't trust him not to look while she was trying to get clean, then their was no hope for them at all. He had to be strong. Focus on something else. Anything else.

That's when he remembered the little note pad that he'd been keeping in the pocket of his hoodie. Every once and a while, when he got really board and Claire was busy doing something with the girls or with Aaron, he would write. Not anything profound, and defiantly not anything worth going on paper. Just what ever nonsense popped into his head. And in Charlie's case, there was a lot of nonsense to go around.

He pulled out the little not pad and the pen attached and began scribbling out lyrics to a song from Drive Shafts first cd. It wasn't a big hit, and they never played it in front of the crowed. Liam had refereed to it as a filler, something to take up space on the cd. But Charlie had written it himself, and he had always been fond of it. Plush, it was the only one Liam actually let him sing on.

Time passed by quickly, and Charlie had succeed in keeping himself occupied. That was until he felt Claire's arm around his shoulder. "Hey" She spoke up, her mouth falling very close to his ear. The sound startled him. Claire watched him jump around to face her in one quick motion, quickly shoving the notebook he'd been holding into his hoodie.

He Kept his eyes on her face, hard as it was. He could tell simply by the way she brushed against him that she wasn't wearing much. The mental image along was enough to drive him mad. But Claire didn't care one bit. She pulled her arms around his shoulder's and kissed him on the cheek as if she wasn't aware that when a pretty, half naked girl touches a man even in the slightest manor it may cause problems. Or maybe she did know. That thought only made things worse.

"Give me your jacket" She instructed, a playful smile on her face as she knelt behind him, leaning over his shoulder. "Why?" He questioned, tilting his head to look at her in confusion. "Because, my cloths are all soaked and muddy, and I'm not about to prance around the jungle in my underwear" Claire replied, straightforwardly. There's another mental image.

"Why not?" He questioned teasingly, feeling himself relax a little under the weight of her arms, letting his head lull back so that it rested on her shoulder. "Because, I'm not Shannon" Claire confirmed sarcastically, giving them both an opportunity to laugh. "So can I have your hoodie or not?" She questioned, persistently, flashing him a very convincing smile.

"Of course" He assured, grinning up at her in a slightly childlike way as he leaned back against her shoulder. Claire let her hand glide down to where the zipper laid a few inches bellow his neck and slowly pulled it down, watching his expression change from a playfully smile to something a little more alarmed, though he tried to hide it.

The look on his face grew more dramatic as the zipper neared its end, where the slightly oversized coat rested on his lap. By now he could tell that Claire knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him, and doing a damn good job at that. It caught him by surprise at first. Claire had always had an innocent quality. Not a virginal type of innocence, after all, when he meat her she was eight months pregnant so the thought of her being a virgin was pretty much out of the question. Unless of course little Aaron was immaculate, but that notion was highly doubtful.

Claire finished unzipping his hoodie, and pulled it off his shoulders. He let it fall off his arms, and shifted so that she could pull it off the rest of the way. After succeeding in getting the thing off, Claire stood, letting Charlie fall onto his back with a light thud, laughing in amusement as she bulled the hoodie out from under him and pulled it on.

"What was that for?" He questioned, looking up at her from his spot on the rock, where he continued to lay on his back. "Well, my ass has been falling all over this jungle. Thought you should be the one to fall for a change" Claire explained with a playful smile as she zipped up the hoodie and shoved her hands into the pockets.

It felt so warm. The cloth was a little heavy, but that only added to the effect. It was big on her. Hell, it was big on him. But it barely reached her thighs, covering most of her butt, as long as she was standing up straight. Other than the fact that it was extremely revealing, it was very comfortable. And besides, it smelled just like Charlie.

At that moment, she noticed the little notebook Charlie had been holding before. It rested on his stomach, both hands laying over it in what seemed like an attempt to cover it up. "What's that?" Claire questioned, tilting her head to one side curiously. "What's what?" Charlie questioned in reply, a confused look crossing his face.

"The notebook, in your hand" Claire explained, giving a little indicating nod. Charlie looked down at his stomach, remembering it was there. He had forgotten all about it while watching Claire shift around inside the lose material of his coat, completely unaware that her movement had him hypnotized.

"Oh" He muttered, struggling to sit up. "Its just a note book" He replied with a shrug, trying to act casual. He was hiding something, Claire could tell. If there was a prize for world's worst liar, Charlie would most definitely have it. And what ever he was hiding, she was going to find out. "Did you write in it?" She questioned, raising an eye brow as she took a few steps forward.

"No" He replied with another shrug, sliding it off his lap and laying it flat on the rock, then pressing his hand on top of it to assure that it wouldn't be pulled away. Claire's eye brow hiked up another inch, shooting him a skeptic look. "Well, not really. Just some pointless scribbling. A few lyrics..." He explained, doing his best to hide his embarrassment.

"New lyrics?" She questioned, a perk of interest lighting up her face. Maybe that's what he was so nervous about. Maybe he'd been writhing about her. "Nope. Old ones" He assured, putting that little spark of a theory out quick. Claire's expression dropped slightly, a little disappointed. It only lasted a second. "Can I see?" She questioned, brightening up once again. Bringing one of her big sparkling smiles to her face. The one he couldn't say no to.

He really couldn't. Without thinking he let his hand slip off the book. He didn't snap out of it until Claire leaned over him, reach out to pick it up off the rock. "Not so fast, luv" He noted, laying his hand on top of hers as she grabbed hold of the book. Claire's eyes meet his in surprise. "There's a catch" He explained, a suggestive grin working its way across his face.

"A catch?" Claire questioned with one eye brow raised. "Mh,hm" He nodded in confirmation, prying the little notebook out of her fingers. "Alright, what's the catch?" she questioned, straightening up once again and crossing her arms over her chest. The grin on his face doubled in size, spreading almost from ear to ear, making her worry even more.

"A kiss for every page" He explained, looking up at her with a sneaky, taunting smirk. Claire scowled back in response. "Excuse me?" She questioned, eyeing him in disbelief. "You heard me" He replied casually, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at her in his with an overly infuriating smile.

at the caves...

"Have you seen Kate?" Sawyer questioned, walking up to where Jack stood in front of his cave, moving things around. "Why, what did she do?" Jack questioned, a hint of a laugh in his voice. "Have you seen her or not?" Sawyer demanded insistently. "I don't know. What did she do?" Jack replied tormentingly, knowing full well that he was pissing Sawyer off.

"Look, doc. I ain't in the mood. Now tell me where she is" Sawyer insisted, raising his voice slightly and adding a hint of a threat. Jack just smiled. "Come on, Sawyer. Where's your since of humor?" He questioned, a mocking grin across his face. "It died" Sawyer snapped in reply. "The bitch killed it"

"Wow. She must have really pissed you off" Jack noted, trying not to laugh. "Yeah" Sawyer nodded, anger rumbling in his voice. "If your so mad at her, then why are you looking for her?" Jack questioned curiously, leaning back against one of the rocks on the wall of his cave. "Pay back" Sawyer explained bluntly.

Jack nodded, understanding. As much as he hated to admit it, being the voice of reason, the whole little game that him and his fellow castaways had invented was turning out to be quite entertaining. Sure, it took a few bad terms, but it all seemed to be working out very well. No need to throw in the towel just yet. "Can I help?"

end of chapter

Ok, that's the end of this chapter. I know, I said the sex scene would be finished, and it will. Its is just talking a long time to write, so It will probably last a few chapters. But I will finish it. Promise! But I hope you like what I've done with it so far. Well, let me know.