Chapter 5

Although he tried not to make it too obvious, Sawyer was clearly affected and concerned. Kate was a bit tired herself, but after telling Sawyer about what happened on the island and how she ended up being in his house, Kate was determined to change the uptight atmosphere and make the rest of the evening a bit jovial. Besides, after telling him about how she snuck out of Jack's room leaving him with nothing but an unsigned note saying 'I'm sorry I can't stay, but thank you for everything,' she wanted to make sure Sawyer wouldn't feel that she was eventually going to do the same to him.

"Let's play, Sawyer. Fact or Fart," Kate said probably a bit too cheerfully. "I'll ask you something, you give me an answer, and then I'll have to guess whether what you said was the truth, a fact; or a lie, a fart," Kate explained as she sat Indian style on the long black leather couch, her voice was a bit higher than usual.

"I know the rules. I invented the game, Freckles. Remember," Sawyer replied sarcastically and smugly, but his face and shoulders already eased up. He grabbed two bottles of beer, set one on the center table, signaling that that one was for Kate. Then, still holding the other bottle, he sat on his lazyboy.

"My first question," Kate immediately announced, not giving Sawyer a chance to declare that he was going to be the one asking the questions.

"Your question," Sawyer glared, although his raised eyebrow looked more comical than intimidating.

Kate smiled mischievously; she knew there were going to be protests. "My question," she repeated matter-of-factly. She noticed Sawyer trying to hold back a smile.

"Fine, shoot," Sawyer conceded, intrigued with what Kate was going to ask anyway.

"Very well then," she sounded like a game show host again. "Aside from me, is there another woman living here?"

"What," Sawyer knew there was bound to be a question about women, but he didn't see this one coming. Almost immediately, he mentally kicked himself for not commenting instead on Kate saying that she lives here.

"I mean this place is so tidy; surely this is not your doing," Kate retorted, amused.

"Freckles, this may sound a little too sweet and cheesy to you, 'cos it does to me, but no other woman had ever set foot in this house before," Sawyer said sarcastically, it was hard to tell whether he was irritated or actually having fun.

Then suddenly, Kate made her way towards Sawyer, leaned towards him, brought her face to only inches near his, and narrowed her eyes trying to figure out if Sawyer was telling the truth. She tilted her head a bit; but suddenly she forgot about what they were talking about and why she was there in the first place. She tried to push away the thought of kissing him, afraid that the urges going on inside her head were too loud that Sawyer could hear. But she couldn't help but think how his lips would taste, how his body would feel.

"Couldn't resist, could you Freckles," Sawyer said, smiling mischievously.

"Fart," Kate declared as she went back to the couch, hoping that Sawyer didn't notice how much she longed for him. How could he not notice, it was so obvious, Kate thought, silently scolding herself for almost throwing herself at him. "Perhaps I can believe that you are actually this clean, but don't think I'm a fool to believe no other woman has ever been here."

"If you aren't gonna believe me, suit yourself, sweetheart, but I ain't gonna waste my time and breath tryin' to convince you," Sawyer stood up and headed towards the counter to get more beer.

"You know what I think; I think you tell girls that you've never brought a woman home before so you can pick her up. Yeah, it's your pick up line like 'hey woman, wanna see my place, lot of things there no other woman has ever seen before', Kate mocked him.

Sawyer laughed, amused at how she tried to copy his accent, "I don't need any damn pick up line!"

"O come on, Sawyer, everybody has at least one pick up line," Kate taunted, pleased that things were going a bit more cheerful.

"O… So what's your pick up shit," Sawyer teased, increasingly forgetting Kate's story.

Kate smiled beguilingly as she made her way towards Sawyer who was standing by the counter. She got the bottle of beer from Sawyer's hand, took a sip and placed it on top of the counter. She was dangerously near him; her breasts occasionally brushed his broad chest.

"Okay," she looked at him intently; her voice was soft and sexy. "I'll be asking you questions and you'll have to answer me in this pattern: yes no yes, yes no yes, yes no yes. Got it?"

Sawyer merely nodded; he didn't want to say anything that might stop Kate from doing what she was about to do.

"Do you see my hand," Kate whispered sexily as she raised her right hand.

"Yes," Sawyer said, intrigued.

"Do you know what it can do?"

"No," Sawyer replied, following Kate's instructions.

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Yes." Then Kate slowly put her hand at the back of Sawyer's head, her fingers playing with his hair.

"Do you see my other hand," Kate continued, raising her left hand.

"Yes," Sawyer looked at her intently and couldn't help think of how sexy she is.

"Do you know what it can do," Kate asked. She felt the weight of Sawyer's stare; she hoped that she wasn't blushing.

"No," Sawyer noticed Kate blush a bit.

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Yes." Then Kate placed her left hand on the back of Sawyer's head and tangled her fingers with his hair. Her right hand moved slowly to his neck.

"Do you see my lips," Kate continued more mischievously, sexily emphasizing "lips"

"Yes," Sawyer had to fight back the urge the just pull Kate over to him and kiss her all over.

"Do you know what it can do?"

"No," Sawyer said almost too quickly.

"Do you want me to show you," Kate tilted her head slowly.

"Yes," Sawyer was elated with anticipation.

Kate suddenly opened her mouth and drew in air, making her cheeks bloat like that of a puffer fish. Then with her right hand, she lightly punched her right cheek then comically let out the air inside her mouth, making face at Sawyer.

Sawyer laughed. Sure he was expecting her to kiss him, but this was too hilarious and he couldn't help but think how cute she was.

"Got you, Sawyer," Kate laughed, her hands clutching her sides.

"Yeah, that was a good one, Freckles," Sawyer admitted in between laughs.

Kate grabbed Sawyer's beer and took a sip; her face was already all red because of all the laughing. Sawyer looked at her intently, this time, not minding if Kate would notice him staring.

Kate noticed his intent stare and stopped laughing. She smiled then brushed hair off Sawyer's eyes. Suddenly Sawyer placed his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her vigorously, passionately. Kate laced her fingers with Sawyers hair, pulling his hair gently. She kissed him deeply, kisses that made obvious her yearning for Sawyer, an aching she felt ever since he left aboard the raft.

"Now I know what your lips can do," Sawyer teased, smiling, but still kissing Kate.

"O, my lips can do so much more than that," Kate whispered sexily, allowing Sawyer to lead her up the stairs, then down to his bed.