Okay, anyone who believes my
previous statement obviously has issues, because that is so far from
the truth it's not even funny. Seriously. I don't own them.
A/N: My first attempt at Lost. I think it sucks. If you will, convince me otherwise. Review please.
Lost
"Yo, freckles, whatcha doin'?"
Kate sighed. She was not in the mood. "What does it look like?" she snapped. I want you to leave, I want you to shut up and leave me alone, I want to kiss you again- whoa. Her mind spun off in a different direction and, consequently, she lost her balance and almost tripped on a piece of driftwood in the sand.
"Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn't want to hurt your pretty little self." Sawyer caught her before she hit the sand and grinned his usual cocky grin.
She glared at him and jerked away, continuing to walk along the ocean's edge. "Go away."
"Why? Too tempted?" He teased, trailing half behind her and half beside her.
"Yeah, tempted to slap you again."
"Oooh, touché."
"Shut up." Kate gritted her teeth and walked faster. He followed her lead. She turned to face him abruptly, the result being the southerner almost running into her. "What do you want?"
The more interesting question would be what you want.
Sawyer grinned again and bent his head so it was level with her height, face dangerously close to hers. She could feel his hot breath on her lips, and at the moment, she hated him even more than usual. "What do you want me to want?" His eyes glittered, and the vague notion that kicking him in the balls would be quite amusing and also rather satisfactory fled from her mind.
"What?" Kate pulled back and drew a deep breath. "You have got to be the most egotistical, self-centered son of a bitch I have ever known."
He smirked at her. "You know you like me."
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a comment," she sneered, turning away from him and shaking her head. She took one step forward and he was suddenly in front of her. "Leave me the hell alone, Sawyer."
"Make me."
She kicked him in the shin- hard.
"OW! DAMN!"
Kate laughed without mercy and resumed walking. However, to her despair, Sawyer limped alongside her and barked, "What the HELL was that for?"
"You told me to make you."
"Well, it didn't work. What next, huh freckles?"
"What next!" She yelled. "God, Sawyer, what do you want me to do? For once, can you not be a bastard and do what I ask you to do? How hard is that? Oh, right, I forgot," she added, angry tone changing to one of sarcasm, "your ego. It's the size of Mars. Why don't you just go and-"
But he was kissing her then, and all the insults she had neatly stacked away in the back of her memory for just that purpose disintegrated in the blink of an eye. His lips were warm and soft against hers, and, sore leg forgotten, one hand slid around her waist to pull her closer while the other cradled the back of her head.
"Well now, that was even better than the first one," Sawyer drawled once they broke apart, offering her a lopsided grin.
Kate could only stare at him.
"What, you don't agree?"
She was silent.
"C'mon, freckles, help me out here."
"You talk too much," she told him, sliding one hand around to the back of his neck and pulling his head down. Their lips met again, once, twice, three times… and then they lost count.
"Hey, freckles."
Kate looked up, eyes wide.
"Don't be so difficult next time. All you gotta do is ask."
She punched him.