Chapter 28 - The Lighter Side of the Island
It was just their luck that Shannon and Booneran right into Jack the moment their perfect toes hit the soft sand of the beach. "You were supposed to stay at the caves." He said, looking a little insulted that they hadn't obeyed his orders.
"Well, I thought it was more relaxing down here, and I felt better, so –" She started, but Jack interrupted her.
"No. Shannon. You needed to stay at the caves because there's water up there. I specifically told you –" Boone wordlessly held up the bottle of water he had given Shannon. "I need to get back to Sawyer." Jack shook his head distractedly and headed towards Sawyer's tent.
"What happened to Sawyer?" Shannon asked Boone as they walked off. Boone shrugged.
"Sayid tortured him, apparently." Charlie, who was just passing by, told them. He scratched behind his ear. "They thought he had your inhalers, and he wouldn't give them to Jack, so Sayid punched him and held a knife up to his eye. I heard he was like, cold blooded. Then he accidentally drove a knife into Sawyer's artery – "
"Are you making this up?" Shannon interrupted. "Are you hallucinating?"
"No!" Charlie looked taken aback. "I'm clean now."
"That's not what I – what do you mean, you're clean now?" Shannon demanded.
"Let's stay on one topic, can we?" Charlie responded. "So after that happened, Jack bandaged him up and Sayid left to go chart the island. And because he was ashamed for what he did. I don't know, Kate told me everything. Well, mostly everything, she wouldn't tell me all of it. But man, did she look bloody concerned."
"Oh my god," Boone breathed. "All of that happened today?"
"Apparently!" Charlie said brightly, looking onto the ocean. "My day, on the other hand, was bloody brilliant."
"Well did he have the inhalers?" She prodded, indifferent towards Charlie's "bloody brilliant" day.
"Oh," Charlie said. "Kate made out with him because he said he'd tell her. He didn't have them after all." He shrugged. "Have you seen Claire?"
"Um, no." Shannon answered, alienated by how strange Charlie was. Boone, on the other hand, looked rather amused.
"Well, I should probably get going, we're moving to the caves." Charlie squinted. "Why don't you guys move to the caves?"
Shannon and Boone started talking at the same time. "We didn't – " she started.
"They said – " He began.
"For when the rescue boat comes – "
"Like the sun –"
"so we didn't move to the caves – "
"No, what? We – "
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Charlie interrupted. "So, how was that fish I caught?" He changed the subject.
"It was good," answered Boone slowly. Honestly, the fish had been so fucking good that she had given the fine chef a really, really good blow job. For like, a really long time. Don't blush, don't blush… she told herself.
"Why's your face all red?" Asked Charlie. Score. "Ah, there's Claire, I should go." He waved to the small pregnant woman, who waved back brightly. She walked over.
"Hey, Shannon, I heard you had an asthma attack. Better, I presume?" She smiled.
"Yeah, thanks." Shannon answered.
"Why have you got blood on your shirt?" Claire asked Boone.
"Oh," Boone looked down at his shirt. He had still been recovering from Charlie's fish question, with this hilariously vacant expression on his face. "Blood on my shirt…" he repeated, trying to bring himself back to the current situation. "Oh, Sawyer beat me up." He said nonchalantly.
"What? Why?" Claire asked in surprise.
"Oh, it's a long story. I was looking for Shannon's asthma inhalers and I thought that Sawyer had them, so I looked in his stuff, and he found me and beat me up."
"Oh my god! Did he have them?" Claire asked.
"No, luv," said Charlie. "Kate made out with him because she thought he had them. But he didn't."
"Kate made out with Boone?" Claire exclaimed. "Have you even talked to her before?"
"No!" Claire gaped. "I mean, no, I didn't make out with her, and no, I haven't talked to her."
"So, I heard Sayid like, left or something." Shannon said. "Did you hear anything about that?"
"No…" said Claire. "I'm so behind on island gossip, aren't I? The only thing I heard was that some person over there heard some people making out last night."
Shannon gasped, but quickly regained composure. She shrugged, "Great."
"So what happened with Sayid?" Claire asked Shannon curiously.
"He tortured Sawyer and jutted a knife into his artery."
"What? Where is he?" Claire panicked.
"Sawyer?" They all said in unison.
"Yeah, I'll go see how he's doing," Claire answered.
"He's in Jack's tent," Boone told her. Charlie looked rather infuriated.
"Why do you want to visit Sawyer?" He demanded.
"Ah, calm down Charlie, I just want to see how he is." Claire calmed the small hyper man next to her.
"I'll come too," Charlie volunteered, but before Claire could object, he was already heading over there.
"I should go," she said, and wobbled over towards Charlie. Just then, Shannon dropped the bottle of water and bent over to retrieve it.
"Boone," she said sharply, "Eyes." He looked away towards a random tree, a much less interesting sight, blushing furiously.
That evening, they had fish again, but this time Hurley had cooked it, so it wasn't like, prize winning. Hurley, Shannon, Boone and Claire sat around the fire, quietly munching on their fairly small pieces of fish. They either ate their fish on a stick like a kabob, or on one of the tray tables or food trays from the plane. They were all quite calm, no one really made any noises, except when Claire sneezed and when Shannon stole a piece of guava off of Boone's plate, licking her fingers afterwards to tantalize him a little and have some fun watching him try to control himself. "The guavas are really good," she remarked to the circle. Hurley agreed passionately as he took his tray, heading back up to the caves before it got dark. Shannon moaned in delight as she chomped on another piece of it. Boone glared at her. "Seriously, Boone, they're really good. Here, try one. Open." He opened his mouth, and she popped a piece of guava into his mouth. "Tell me that's good." She demanded.
"It's good," he agreed. Claire was now looking at them rather curiously, so Shannon decided against wiping the dribble of guava juice off of his chin. If they had been alone, she probably would have licked it off. See, even if they weren't kind of brother and sister, other people might still find some of their habits a bit strange.
Just then, Walt and Michael sat down next to Charlie. "Hey," Michael said, taking a piece of fish and putting on a kabob.
"Hi," Claire responded in a friendly tone. Everyone else just sort of grunted. "The guavas are quite good, you should try some." She told Walt.
Walt looked gloomy and looked at the ground. "I don't like guavas," he said.
"Oh. Oh, okay." Claire answered, her voice defensive.
"I like guavas," said Michael, nudging his son. "I'll take one."
"Okay," said Boone. He handed a guava to Michael.
"Thanks. So, I see you two made it back to the beach?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"That's funny, because Jack asked me a few minutes later if I'd seen you guys."
"Oh," said Boone.
"He was pretty upset that you left."
"I know, he yelled at us when we got to the beach." Shannon admitted.
"Oh." An awkward silence pervaded the circle.
"You don't look like brother and sister," Walt suddenly said.
"Well we are," Boone assured him. Where had Walt's sudden outburst come from?
"You look nothing alike though." Walt prodded.
"Look kid," Shannon started, "There's plenty of reasons why we might not look alike, okay? But we're brother and sister and I think it's really stupid that you're making a big deal about this!"
"Shannon, calm down," Boone told her. Claire looked taken aback.
"Alright, I'm sorry, I won't say anything any more." Walt looked down, rolling his eyes.
"Now you hurt his feelings," Boone told Shannon. "Good job. I'm sorry," he said to Michael, apologizing for Shannon's behavior.
"Why are you apologizing for me?" Shannon asked sharply.
"Just drop it," he groaned.
"What if I don't want to drop it?" Now Walt was looking at them with some sort of fascination.
"Walt, you are really lucky you don't have a sister." Boone told Walt.
"I always wanted a sibling. I got Vincent instead. Where is Vincent?"
"I just had his leash," Michael looked around, distracted.
"We have to go find him!" Walt exclaimed.
"I guess we'll be going," said Michael, as he and his walked away, frantically searching for their dog.
Then it was just Claire, Boone, and Shannon sitting around the fire. Shannon was still glowering over Walt, and Claire looked at both of them. When Claire looked at them, the reflection of the fire shone in her eyes, and they flickered like fireflies. It was more of an intense stare than a look – Boone's eyes had a similar effect. When he watched her, if her back was to him, she could flaunt herself and act as distant or as flirty as she wanted, but it was harder when they were looking at each other. It was harder to control herself when he stared with his almond, truth seeking eyes, and she wanted to melt into his arms and tell him everything that she was too cowardly to say to him. But she always had the upper hand when it came to controlling herself.
"I don't think we're going to get rescued anytime soon," Claire noted forlornly. "I'm tired of being pregnant, but I don't want to have the baby here on the island. I think my body is ready, but I'm just… not."
Boone looked at her, surprised by her sudden declaration. "Do you –"
"I'm not married." She anticipated his question. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, but… I was going to put the baby up for adoption. Does that make me completely terrible?"
"No," Boone said firmly. "You're not terrible at all."
"You don't even know me, I mean, I could be a murderer and you might not know it!" She exclaimed. Boone looked into the fire. "Sorry," Claire apologized, "Pregnancy hormones."
"It's fine," he said.
"What does it feel like?" Shannon asked curiously, "Being pregnant? Like how do you know?"
"I was in denial. I was a full six weeks late before I even thought of buying a test," Claire admitted. "Some of Thomas's friends were smoking, and… I just got so nauseated by it…"
"Thomas?"
"My boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, that is."
"Thomas?" She repeated. "Thomas what?"
"Thomas McNear." Claire wrinkled up her nose as she said his name.
"Are you kidding?" Shannon widened her eyes. "You lived in Sydney?"
"Yeah, why, do you know him?"
"Yeah, I do. He was friend's with my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend." Shannon responded, shocked.
"That's crazy!" Claire laughed. "So what'd yours do?"
"Um," Shannon looked down. "It's kind of a long story."
"Oh, that's okay. Mines a bit personal, too." She stretched. "My back hurts so much. All this weight on my stomach…" she rubbed her stomach.
Shannon looked toward Boone, and she didn't know what her reasoning was, but the next words out of her mouth were, "Boone gives really good back massages, don't you?"
He gave her his signature 'what the hell' look. "Um, sure?" Shannon wondered why she had volunteered her own personal sex slave to touch another girl.
"Oh really? That would be great!" Claire exclaimed. "You don't have to, though, if you don't want to."
But Boone was polite. "Oh no, it's fine." He said uneasily, sending Shannon a death glare. He scooted towards the log where Claire was sitting at, sitting behind her, but keeping a significant distance. "Where does it hurt, mainly?" He asked.
"Well, um, in the shoulders, kind of in the back of my stomach. Claire obviously did not realize how fucking awkward this was. Boone smiled self-deprecatingly. Shannon watched as he touched Claire's shoulders, and some sort of strange twinge developing in her stomach. Not jealous, not jealous, she chorused in her head, after all, she had put him up to this. But thank god Claire was wearing a long sleeve shirt. He rubbed up and down her back respectfully, straying very far from her lower back. Then he dug into her shoulder blades a little deeper, and Shannon had to look away. If this was her, she would be moaning by now. So much for self control.
He pressed into her skin, really working out the knots and kinks in her back. "Does that hurt?" He asked her in a completely normal tone.
"No, it's good." She drew out the vowels in the word good, but that was the only thing that she expressed her pleasure with.
"You're really tight in your shoulders," he told her.
"I know I am… you're really helping, though." She assured him. He rubbed up and down her back again, this time pressing into her mid-back. He drummed it with the sides of his hands, then pinching her skin and revolving his palm slowly around again. He commenced the massage with a final squeeze of her shoulders. Claire stretched. "Boone, thank you so much. That was really good. You could start your own little island massage business. I need to head up to the caves, me and Charlie have a deal, I told him I'd move up there."
"Do you need help getting there? It's pretty dark." Boone asked.
"No, no," Claire answered brightly. "Charlie will help me, he's right over there." Shannon was glad that Charlie had appeared now as opposed to about a minute ago. "Thanks again, bye!" She waved as she waddled off.
"Boone," she demanded the moment she was gone. "I want one, now."
"Okay, just wait until we're at our spot." He acquiesced.
Minutes later, she was sitting cross-legged on an airline blanket, and he was kneeling behind her, tickling up and down her back, straying a little bit to the front at certain opportune moments. He was breathing heavily into her neck, she was shivering with her eyes closed. She arched her back so that he was flush against her, and he was rubbing fervently up and down her bare arms. Shannon sucked her breath in, grabbing his hand when it reached hers. But he broke away, vying rather to move back and knead into her sides. He ran his hand across the top seam of her skirt, hooking his thumb between her skin and her skirt and her underwear. He pressed into her skin exactly at her tailbone – she bit her tongue and swore under her breath. He moved his hand back up to her shoulders, finally beginning to kiss her, beginning at her cheek and kissing down to her collarbone, finally resting at her lower neck. Next came her favorite part – he graduated to sucking at her neck, teething subtly. When she moaned, she hoped no one noticed.
They were quite far from most people, though, Kate and Sayid's areas were hundreds of yards away, and Sawyer's tent was the closest. Now he was running his hands up and down her torso, concentrating on the indent of her waist, and tracing over her ribs. She knew what he was thinking, but he hoped that he wouldn't say anything. Not now, anyway. "Does that hurt?" He asked, breathless, not indifferent like he had with Claire.
"Mmmmm," she replied, "Noooooooo."
"Want me to keep going?" He hadn't stopped really, he simply had his hands rounded over her shoulder blades and was revolving his hands slowly.
"Yes," she hissed, "Please?"
He continued to do what he had been doing – not really a massage, more of a fondling –fest, she decided. He was breathing directly into her ear now, sometimes whispering dirty things that she wasn't quite sure she heard, but mostly all she felt was his hot breath inhaling and exhaling rhythmically into her neck, which was now coated in a thin layer of sweat. He pulled her hair back, teasing the straps of her shirt slowly down her shoulders so that he could "massage" without the hindrance of the straps. Without something holding the shirt up, it sloped down her shoulders, providing more cleavage than had been there before. And he definitely took advantage of this, rocking her back and forth and cupping her breasts. He somehow managed to do this without seeming like a total pervert.
She could barely even stand it now, she was shivering uncontrollably now – he turned her on that much, god, when had she gotten so pathetic? When had he gotten so self-assured? She was just about to suggest sex when his hands found their place again, creeping up her back and pinching her shoulders tantalizingly, but then pulling back. She rotated her head in a circle, and he as he backed away, her hair hit her shoulders again, and she rather futilely flicked her bra straps somewhat into place.
"Whoowee!" They heard someone call. Shit, she thought, but it was only Sawyer. He had been sitting fairly nearby, how had they not noticed, and now he was looking up from some magazine. "Who needs this when I've got you guys live?" He tossed the magazine (Playboy) aside. Shannon rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to be almost dead or something?" Boone yelled towards him.
"Aren't you not supposed to put your grubby little hands in my stuff, son?" He retorted.
Shannon shook a piece of stray hair off of her face, turning around to face Sawyer. "What?" she sneered at the expression on his face.
"Sticks…" Sawyer cat-called. "Damn, if I do say so, I think I might be a wee bit jealous of your … pal over there…" Shannon looked down. Her shirt straps had sure enough slipped down her shoulders again, and apparently, so had her bra. She quickly secured everything, putting her legs to one side to prevent a full view up her skirt.
"Boone hand me your sweater," she ordered in one breath. He handed her his gray sweater, and she put it over her head.
"It's okay," Sawyer said exaggeratedly, "Sticks, how about you come into my humble a-dob-ee and I give you a 'massage' as well?"
"How about you shut the hell up before I punch your face in?" Shannon responded coolly. Sawyer smirked and opened his mouth, but Shannon cut him off. "And if you're about to make some comment about how you like your girls feisty, I think you should save it."
Sawyer looked amused. "Sure thing, Sweet Cheeks, I'll just get back to my reading." He held up the magazine, which portrayed a slutty looking redhead with big boobs, and flipped to the middle. "Pretty boy, if you want this, you may have to give up your girl for a night." Boone gaped at him, speechless.
Um, oops. See, that wasn't supposed to happen. I'm sort of a chapter behind now. Oops. I guess this thing is going to be 35 chapters. The next chapter is going to be fun because it is Solitary (this one was supposed to be) and they go to the golf game. I really like them during that scene, like the "sunscreen, dumbass" exchange. Ah, good times.
So anyway, this turned out to scream FILLER, but I hope you liked it anyway. Did you like the Shoone back massage? Was it hot? If not, what could I have done to make it so? Did you like the thing with Claire? Because I have no idea why I put it there. Also, tell me which lines you liked/didn't like.
Oh, originally this chapter had something else in it, what I'm going to do is make the chapter after the story is over sort of a deleted scenes chapter, because there are actually quite a few scenes I wrote and liked but that didn't quite fit into the context. Thanks, and please review!Oh, and the link to the Boone picture is http/photos1.