Chapter 29 – There are More Fun Games to Play Than Golf

"You know," she whispered, turning over to face him, "I'm really glad you were here today." She smiled, watching shadows creeping across his face. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Done what?"

"Breathed. You helped me a lot. I mean, if you weren't here, I probably wouldn't have tried so hard." She caressed his cheek with her hand, and then moved her hands into his.

He wrinkled his forehead. "What do you mean, you wouldn't have tried so hard?"

"I mean like, I wouldn't have had motivation." She spoke softly.

"You would have rather died?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"No," she lied, "Never mind." She turned away from him huffily, but neither one was particularly surprised when they woke up the next morning in each other's arms.

Once she had gotten dressed, with a striped blue and yellow bikini underneath, she sat down cross-legged, with her makeup bag in her lap. As she stared at her reflection, carefully lining kohl around her eyes, she suddenly saw Boone in her mirror behind her. He sat down next to her.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, don't mess up," he murmured jokingly, leaning into her ear.

"Boone," she half-laughed, pulling back the eye pencil. "Stop!"

She began on the other eye. "Don't mess up," he warned in a singsong voice.

She ignored him. "Do you remember the time when I made you wear eyeliner?"

"Unfortunately." He winced, remembering the embarrassing occasion.

"You looked so hot…" she noted carelessly.

"Did I really?"

"Yup." She replaced the cap onto her eyeliner and put it in one of the compartments and brushed on some white sparkly eye shadow. He looked at her some more. In some ways it was unnerving, but in other ways, it was rather flattering. It made her feel special, and, well, loved. Needed.

He watched for a while longer as she lined her lips with gloss. Finally, looking fed up, he blurted out, "God, you're gorgeous." She smirked, screwing up her lip-gloss, ignoring him as he walked away.

In desperation, Shannon found herself flipping through the Oceanic Airlines onboard shopping catalog. Damn, she so missed the world of materialism. When she got home, she thought to herself, she was going to buy a bunch of really pointless stuff, like an electric nutshell opener or a vintage slot machine. She and Boone used to always fawn over these catalogs on air planes once they got over their initial fear, especially when they were kids, ooooohing and ahhhhing over every single copper plated Golden Retriever doorstop and light-detecting doggie door opener. But after a while they would lose interest, and Shannon would watch whatever idiotic chick flick they were showing, and Boone would flip through the in-flight radio channels. God, she hated planes.

"I couldn't find you," Boone said, materializing beside her sometime later. Shannon had moved her towel to a shadier area – the sun was just too fucking bright, and was now spread out on her stomach, still flipping through that dumb magazine.

"Well obviously you did," she didn't look up.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"No," she told him, but he put a banana on her towel anyway. She removed her swimsuit cover up (his eyes widened) and stretched out into the sand, laying her head in the sand and closing her eyes. "Do I look hungry?"

"Um," he stared at her skeletal body. "Yeah. So, where's the swimsuit?"

"Ha ha, very funny," she responded. "If you're good, maybe I'll let you take it off," she added suggestively.

"What are you reading?" He asked. "Oh, one of those stupid things. I hate those. I mean, what is the point of having sneakers with timers on them?"

"When did you see that?" She asked lazily, turning over onto his knee so that she was on her back and facing him. When she saw Kate steal a look at them, however, she rolled off. "Well it might be sort of cool to time yourself while you were running or something."

"But it wouldn't be accurate, because you would have to reach down to get to your shoe to stop and start it."

"You think too much, Boone." She flipped a page in the magazine. "Oh, look at this one! It's a bathtub with speakers! Oh Boonie, will you buy this for me?" She squealed sarcastically.

"Whatever your little heart desires," he played along, creeping his fingers down her thigh briefly. "You are so tan," he noted.

"Like it?" she asked.

"I like it now, but no one's going to like it when you're dying of skin cancer at age forty."

Her face dropped. "We're running out of sunscreen, too!" She whined. "They should create a make-your-own sunscreen kit, and they could airdrop it right here, right now!" She continued in a chirpy tone. She rolled onto her back over his leg again. "What do you think?"

He looked down at her. "If they were going to air-drop something here, couldn't they just take us with them?"

"Imagine how your mother would react if she saw us arriving in a sunscreen helicopter. In Los Angeles of all places."

He smiled tightly. Realizing this was a sensitive topic, she changed the subject. "I think it's interesting that Los Angeles means 'city of angels' because I read a statistic that Los Angeles has more prostitutes that any other city in the world."

"Well, no wonder you live there then?"

"No wonder you live there. You're such a whore, Boone." She smiled. "But you're not ghetto enough to be a pimp." She rolled off of him and giggled.

"Well aren't you cute?" He deadpanned.

"Oh go away." She dismissed. But he was back again sooner than she expected.

"You'll never believe this," he squatted next to her towel minutes later.

"You learned how to tie your own shoes?" She retorted.

"Funny," he smirked. "Someone at the caves built a golf course." A fucking golf course? What was his idea of a joke?

"Are you high?" She asked.

"Seriously, a golf course," he looked towards Kate, smiling. "Jack's playing right now."

"Jack?" Kate asked in disbelief as Shannon closed her magazine and began to sit up. "Is golfing?"

"That's what I hear," Boone shrugged, still smiling like a fool. But he didn't smile very much, and Shannon loved it when he did. Especially the goofy grin, she kind of secretly found it adorable. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to go check this out." He told Shannon, standing up.

She stood up, grabbing her cover up. "Wait for me, bonehead!" She yelled after him, following him across the beach. She clutched onto his t-shirt right as they passed Sawyer, stopping him. "Boone. Slow down, I have to put this on!"

"Hey there, Barbie and Ken," Sawyer smirked as she slipped the blue sarong over her shoulders. "Need any help getting that on?"

"I'm fine, actually," she rolled her eyes at the new nickname.

"Get any sleep last night?" He asked.

"Yes," she said through clenched teeth, "I did."

When they arrived at a high grassy area, Jack was just getting ready to hit a ball. "Ugh," he exclaimed, but Hurley had another opinion.

"I think you just stuck it," he said.

"Lucky, lucky," Charlie shook his head, like he actually had a chance at winning. Shannon hadn't ever actually seen much golf played before, but she noticed that everyone else was clapping politely, so she did the same thing. Jack went off to talk with Kate, and as some other guy hit the ball, Shannon moved towards Boone.

"So, you're not high?" She asked quietly, as not to break the golfer's concentration.

He shrugged, smiling. "Guess not."

"Damn, that would have been pretty funny."

"Look, Hurley's going." The extremely large man, with a headband tied around his hair, was getting ready to swing, the tiny, dorky Charlie as his… whatever those things were called. "Charlie's the caddy," Boone seemed to read her mind.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. Hurley hit the ball about three inches.

"Aw crap!" He exclaimed. "Do over!"

"It's a Mulligan," Charlie corrected. "It's a gentleman's sport, you have to get the wording right." Shannon wondered if Charlie's Grandfather had taught him everything he knew in golf as well as fishing. "You want to…" Charlie went behind Hurley to help him perfect his failing swing.

"Let me," Hurley argued. But Charlie attempted to wrap his arms around Hurley's massive form. "Get away!" Shannon couldn't help laughing. She looked over at Boone, who was trying to stop from laughing as well, failing miserably.

"All right," said Charlie, moving. "You're breathing out. When you go up…" In a huff, Hurley dropped the golf club. "Michael, your turn," Charlie told Michael. He said something to his son and went up to the par, not noticing that Walt was wandering off. Shannon's father had been like that. He always told her to do stuff, and she would just sort of wander off, somehow getting lost and crying afterwards. Her father bought her nice toys to make up for it, but then he would do it again, and Shannon would like to get lost so that she could get more toys. So much for that theory. Jack came back from talking to Kate, standing to the right of Shannon. Some other person was standing next to Shannon, but Boone kept stealing looks at her. She pretended not to notice.

After Michael hit, Charlie went. He kneeled to the ground, lining up the ball with the club. Everyone chuckled. "Guys, please," Charlie admonished, loving the attention. "I've never made par on a golf course before." He hit it, but the ball didn't even reach the first hole. "Ah! No!"

"Dude, you were robbed." Hurley said.

"Bollocks! See that?" Charlie whined. He handed the club to Jack.

"No pressure," Kate told him.

"Yeah, no pressure," Charlie muttered darkly.

"Five bucks says he sinks it," Hurley said. Jack frowned at him.

"You betting against me?" Charlie asked.

"Sorry dude," Hurley responded, "but you're a duffer like me."

"Make it ten," said Boone.

"I don't have any cash, but I bet my dinner on the doc!" Called out a stringy older guy (Sullivan?).

"I got two tubes of sunscreen and a flashlight says he chokes," someone said. It was Sawyer, surprisingly enough. Some people smiled at him, but most people glared, including Boone, who hadn't forgiven Sawyer for beating him up or his comments from last night. Shannon glowered at him for the same reasons.

"I'll take that action," said Kate.

"Yeah, me too," said Boone, looking down.

"You just bet on Jack, dumbass." Shannon told him. God, he was an idiot!

"We need the sunscreen, Princess," he responded. Jack hit the ball. And missed.

"Oh my god!" She squealed. "We win the sunscreen!" While sunscreen wasn't exactly the greatest thing on earth, it was definitely preferable to burning to a crisp in the sun without aloe vera to put on afterwards.

"Hey, what about me?" Kate said. "I bet against him, too. How about I get one of the sunscreens and the flashlight, and you get the other."

"Fine," Boone shrugged. "I already have a flashlight."

Sawyer handed the tube of sunscreen to Shannon, and the other one and a flashlight to Kate. Jack looked up, defeated.

"How about another game tomorrow?" Kate suggested.

"Sounds good to me," said Hurley. Shannon looked at the sunscreen. She was surprised that it actually wasn't the cheapest brand, and it was waterproof and sweat proof.

"What do you say?" Boone said to Shannon. "Not such a dumbass after all, am I?"

"I'm sorry," she told him sarcastically. He smiled, and she tried not to smile back, but ended up doing so anyway. And it wasn't a particularly sister-like smile. But then again, neither was his. Then she realized for the billionth time just about how hot he was. She didn't try to stop herself very much when she found herself checking him out (like he wasn't doing the same thing, she thought), from his messy, chestnut colored hair, to those amazing, deep grayish blue eyes, to his toned, tan arms. Shannon had a weird pet peeve about arms on guys – she couldn't stand stringy, skinny arms like Charlie's, for example. She also looked in some other places that she probably shouldn't have.

Mostly everyone else had begun to leave, and the only person besides them who hadn't yet was Sawyer. "Sticks," he said to her, but she barely took any notice. "If you want people to think that you're brother and sister, quit staring at each other like you want to rip each other's clothes off."

"Bye, Sawyer," Boone said, not averting his stare.

"What, no thank you for the sunscreen?" He looked at the tube clutched in Shannon's hand. "I'll have you know, yours is more expensive than the stuff I gave Kate."

"But you like Kate," Shannon said, finally looking up.

Sawyer shrugged. "I'm just saying, Sticks, you ought to be nicer to people."

"Go away," she looked back at Boone, who quickly turned his eyes away from hers. Sawyer moseyed away, whistling nonchalantly. The moment he turned the corner, Boone walked up to Shannon, his arms around her waist, and kissed her. She kissed back, but then had other ideas. "Follow me," she pulled back, and they walked in the correct direction back. As soon as they reached an area where there were two trees a few feet off the path, she walked towards him slowly, still clutching the tube of sunscreen in her hands.

Crashing him into the tree, she wrapped both arms around his neck and clasped them together behind him. Before he could even breathe, she was rubbing her body up against his, kissing him deeply. He placed his hands over her hipbones, pressing his thumbs into them. She repositioned her hands so that they were pushed into the back of his neck, leaving white marks that would disappear momentarily, dropping the sunscreen from her hands. She hung from his neck, scrambling to keep herself standing up as she lowered herself down his body. Finally, she had to let go of her grip, collapsing onto her knees in front of him. "Hi." She said simply.

"Oh shit," he gasped, realizing what she was planning to do.

She smiled mischievously up at him, grapping the sunscreen again from the ground. She flipped it over, examining the label, pretending to deeply concentrate.

"What are you doing?" He asked, bending over to sit next to her.

"No." She pushed him back into the tree. "You stay there." She pressed him into the tree, arching her spine to kiss him as fully as possible, gripping her feet around his legs. But then she started sliding down again, hanging onto the seam of his jeans, skimming her hands over the belt loops, forcing them down a bit. Then, just to annoy him, she pretended to lose her balance and fall on her hands and knees again, right below him. Like, right below him.

"You sure you want to –" he started, so she stood up again and covered his mouth.

"Shut up!" She ordered. "Now I have to start over." She slid her hands up under his shirt and back out again. She giggled spitefully. She grabbed his wrists and pulled herself down again. This time he didn't say anything. "Did you learn your lesson, Boone?" She whispered, into his ear, licking the corner of it seductively.

"Yeah," he muttered, getting a little anxious. "Please don't play with me, Shannon, just do it, okay?"

"You are so weak," she sing-songed. "So very, very weak."

"Look, do you want your fucking sunscreen or not?" He tried to sound annoyed, but it wasn't working, because she was still right up against him, breathing into his neck just right. Suddenly, she felt this really weird tingly feeling, and pulled back in realization.

"Boone! Did you just pinch my ass?" She asked in disbelief.

What?" He looked guilty.

"You heard me, Boone."

"Is that bad?" He looked like a petrified bunny.

"No, it was just a bit… unexpected."

"Then can I do it again?" He asked eagerly.

"Boone, why do you have to be so fucking adorable?" She whined into his chest. She looked up and kissed him again, their tongues finding a rhythm in which to touch. Then she felt him pinch her again, and she couldn't help but shiver, and drop the tube of sunscreen.

"Oops," she breathed, her mouth forming an innocent o. She looked at the sunscreen, which she had coincidentally dropped between his legs. "Guess I'd better pick it up."

"Just ignore it…" he begged. She didn't. Instead, she bent over again, grabbing the sunscreen and sliding up his body again.

"So what should I do with this?" She asked in a perfectly normal tone, like she wasn't up against him feeling the ever apparent evidence of his erection.

"Shannon, what the fuck?" He said. And okay, she felt a little bad, so she started making the first effort to take off his shirt. She pulled it over his arms so that it was bunched up around his neck, and he pulled back for a second to finish taking it off. She dropped down to her hands and knees again, reaching up to unbutton the top button on his pants. He breathed a sigh of relief. But if he had thought that there wasn't any more waiting around, he was wrong. Now she was untying his shoes, but after a few moments, he basically kicked off the shoes himself, shrugging off his pants along with them after the hasty flick of a zipper. Shoving her hands down the front of his boxers, she inched them down his legs, but finally, even she couldn't stand the anxiety she was causing him, and as she placed her hands on his knees, she finally started.

As she moved her mouth around him, she was highly amused to hear him not sigh, but whimper as a reaction. She licked down it, pressing her fingernails higher and higher up his legs until they were up near his thighs. She sucked as hard as she could, like she had in Sydney, and glossing her tongue over him. "Shannon," he moaned.

"Mm?" She responded, not moving her lips from where they were. She rolled her lips over him again, using her teeth a little bit to intensify the experience.

"Holy fucking god," he whispered, barely audible.

"Don't say the lord's name in vain, Boone. She pulled back. "We all know that you're such a – "She sucked some more, "Incredibly – " he was so unbelievably hard, "good sinner, don't we?"

"Yes," he answered, not really sure what he was agreeing to. She continued to gasp and teeth and lick until he was astonishingly close, and then sucked so hard she forgot to breathe, and when he came, practically screaming, she pulled away, parched and desperate to obtain air. As soon as she had caught her breath, though, she repositioned herself and started to stand up.

"Okay?" She asked, but he was still recovering. "Do you have any water?" He wheezed, also completely out of breath.

"Water," he repeated as his first words post-climax. "Let's get some water." She started coughing as he pulled up his boxers and then his pants.

"I hope you enjoyed that, pervert," she managed, "Because you're never getting it again."

"You said that last time," he smirked, picking up the sunscreen, making the first effort to leave.

"Boone!" She called after him, "Don't I get a turn? Pretty, pretty please?"

"Now?" He asked her, taken aback.

"Uh, yeah," she rolled her eyes. Wasn't it obvious?

"Holy shit, do you know what time it is?" He was leaning against the tree again, his lack of shirt definitely a source of temptation for Shannon.

"No," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around him.

"Shannonnnnn," he whined, "Don't… not again…"

"Then give me a turn, okay?" she begged. "Please…"

He sighed. "Fine." She threw off her aqua swimsuit cover up.

Shannon and Boone were standing on the edge of the beach, looking at the dark sky and the groups sitting around fires in the sand. "What are we going to say?" She hissed. "When they ask where we were?"

"I don't know," he whispered. "We could tell them that we –"

"Hey," said Kate, walking by them. "Where have you guys been?"

"Um," Shannon bit her lip. "This is a little embarrassing, but…" Boone looked petrified. Oh please, like she was stupid enough to tell the truth! "We sort of went the wrong way, and it took him like, an hour to figure it out."

"Oh," said Kate. "Okay." She continued walking. "You guys get lost a lot, don't you?"

"I have a terrible sense of direction," Boone said.

"Maybe it runs in the family or something!" Kate smiled and walked off. Boone breathed a sigh of relief. They walked towards the fire they had been at last night.

"I can't fucking walk Shannon," he whispered hoarsely. "It's all your – oh, hi, Michael."

He had just appeared right next to them. "Hey, where you guys been?" Shannon rolled her eyes.

Hehehehehehe, lalalalala! Sorry, really hyper. I know that it is extremely strange that I'm about to submit a chapter at 2:00 on a Saturday. Also, this chapter is really choppy. When I just updated like, yesterday.Shouldn't I be out somewhere having a life?

Anyway, please tell me what you liked/didn't like. It was supposed to be funny, so I hope it was somewhat. Did you like the thing with Boone blurting out how gorgeous she was? Or… (skims through chapter) … the SkyMall references? Because those things really do annoy me. Okay, fine, I'll get to the point. Did you like the dirty island blow job? I think I totally messed it up, but I've been planning it for a while. Did you like the Sawyer stuff? Okay, I'll shut up. Maybe I should get dressed. I'm still wearing my pajamas and it is now 2:02 PM. Writing about Shoone makes me feel ugly. But then again, it probably makes everyone feel ugly.