Here's the second chapter. I hope you all like it. It seems like it drags on, but I think it works. Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 2 : Things Come Clean
Kate quickly typed in the code in and pressed the execute button, the alarm silencing. She headed back towards the bedroom. When she got there, Sawyer wasn't where she had left him, her heart skipped a beat.
"Sawyer," she called out, with a shaky voice. Normally him disappearing wouldn't be such a big deal, but she sure didn't want him stumbling around on his own, in a place he wasn't familiar with.
"I'm in here, Freckles," she heard his muffled voice coming from another room. She came around the corner and into the bathroom to the site of Sawyer shirtless and fumbling with the button on his jeans. He looked up at her when she came in, "Just thought I'd get a head start," he said with a smirk.
"Here, let me help," she said closing the distance between them. Sawyer dropped his hand to his side, to let her help. Kate, not thinking clearly, went over to Sawyer, immediately popping the button open and slid the zipper down.
Sawyer watched her every move. Her slender fingers expertly popping open the button and sliding the zipper down, all of these in slow motion for him. He felt himself growing more and more excited with each movement she made, undressing him.
As she placed her hands on the waistband of his jeans, about to rid him of the piece of clothing, she was halted by a chuckle escaping his lips. She looked up, her hands still on his pants, to see him grinning from ear to ear. She gave him amused smirk, keeping eye contact with him.
Sawyer really was trying to control himself, but who knew it would be so hard with Freckles here stripping him. "Sorry," he chuckled again, "Just never expected you to be so eager to get me out of my jeans." Yeah, he was trying to behave, but it was harder than he had anticipated.
Kate decided to humor him, letting out a little laugh herself, but then quickly getting back down to business, hooking her fingers in two of his belt loops and giving them a gentle tug downward. As his jeans fell to his ankles, Kate moved a little closer so he could lean on her, as he stepped out of the hindering clothing.
Both of them stopped their kidding, the intensity of the situation growing. Sawyer was transfixed on her eyes, looking at him. Kate could help, but stare at Sawyer's firm midsection, trying not to linger too long in the boxer area, but finding it hard to stop herself as well.
What would she have done, had he leaned down and put his lips on hers? Sawyer would have liked to know, but didn't want her to get scared off. That shave and hair cut were very inviting, and there was no turning back from a shower now.
Kate looked up to see Sawyer watching her, their eyes met. He noticed a slight hitch in her breathing, probably from being caught. "It's okay," he whispered, Kate looked down with a smirk.
"Let's get you in the shower," she got on his good side again helping him over to the shower, she had her hand on his abdomen, to help him along, but couldn't help to think how much she was enjoying touching his bare skin. "You wanna sit down or stand?" she asked.
"Which ever's easier for you, darlin'," he said raising an eyebrow. Kate smirked again, she was no longer humoring him, it was just hard not to smirk at some of the things he said.
"Can you stand, for a few minutes?" she asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't causing him further pain. He gave her a quick nod and she turned on the water trying to adjust its temperature. "This thing has a mind of its own, but hopefully it'll behave long enough for you to get a warm one in, I had a half cold one the other day," she told him, trying to stay on neutral subjects.
"Sorry I missed that," he stated. She gave him a glance, then got the water going steady and then moved back over to help him. She wrapped her arm around him and they moved over to the stream of water. Sawyer leaned with his good arm against the shower wall and moaned at the feeling of the warm water rushing over his body, "Damn, that feels good."
When Kate heard Sawyer's moan a shiver ran down her spine. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled away from him, her hand still on his chest, making sure he wasn't gonna fall over. He was watching her again and it made Kate feel something. It was hard to explain, but he was looking at her like she wasn't real, like she was an angel or something. Her heart began to quicken as she realized the shower had drenched Sawyer's boxers and they were now clinging to him, hugging each curve of his body.
Sawyer noticed her staring, "You, uh, better take off your clothes too, Freckles, hate to see you get them all wet." Her clothes were getting wet, made Sawyer stare at her, as well. They clung to her every curve, Sawyer realized he had better stop it. Although he wouldn't normally mind, he found himself getting very aroused and doubted that she would help him out with that too, and he didn't really want to have to take care of things himself. He was still weak and sore.
She laughed off his comment, reaching for the bar of soap. "I, uh, don't have a sponge or anything, so…..I'll just have to use my hands, if you don't mind," his feral grin answered that question. "I figured," she said with a raised eyebrow, lathering up her hands. She was standing in front of him, getting half pelleted by the water.
She started at his shoulders, giving him a little massage as she went. Their eyes were locked on each other's, their faces mere inches apart. Kate broke the eye contact as she worked her way down his chest, his eyes following her every move.
Damn, had he been well, he'd have had her naked and pushed up against that wall so fast she wouldn't have had time to think. He'd coax her lips apart with his, allowing his tongue free range of her mouth, kissing down her neck, to lightly nip at her collarbone. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as he…."All done," she said ripping him from his fantasy, "I'll leave you alone for a minute, you need to take care of what's under your boxers yourself," she said with a smirk. "I'll leave the towel right here. Let me know when your done and I'll come shampoo your hair," she sat the towel within his reach and turned around.
"You just gonna stand there like that?" he asked.
"I don't think I should leave you alone," she firmly stated, not budging.
The thought of Kate behind him, so close, drove him crazy, not like there was anything he could do about it. He scooted his boxers down, letting them land with a plop on the floor. He finished cleaning himself up and got the towel. He had to half throw it around himself and catch it, his one arm useless at the moment, and there wasn't a chance he'd be able to secure it, so that it wouldn't fall off.
Kate was standing there thinking about how naked Sawyer was and how close they were. All she'd have to do was turn and she was sure she'd get an eye full. Sawyer made his way towards Kate stopping a couple of feet behind her.
"Done," he said and Kate jumped, not realizing he was right behind her. She turned to find him standing there, holding his towel closed with his good hand. "I can't really…" he trailed off looking at the towel.
"Oh," Kate said, reaching down to tuck the towel in so it would stay closed on its own. Her fingers brushing against that little spot of his hip, where it dipped in. What the hell was it about that spot that just made her body want to melt? He watched her some more, her eyes on him. She looked up and smiled, moving away from him. "Come here," she moved over to the metal chair that was there, he obeyed sitting down in front of her. She squeezed out a generous amount of shampoo and rubbed it between her hands, then began to rub it through Sawyer's hair. She worked it in good at the roots, a little head massage to go with.
Sawyer growled as she began to work it though his hair, "Damn, Freckles, that feels good," he moaned as she rubbed it in.
Kate was taken back by the way he had just said that, a tingle ran through her body. Taken out of context, flipping it a bit, it sounded a lot like…..don't get yourself all worked up, she sharply told herself.
She moved over to the shower, testing the temperature, "Must be your lucky day," she smirked, why couldn't she have had a warm shower?
"Tell me about it," he mumbled as he made his way over by her. She quickly went and pulled the chair over under the faucet, so he could sit as she rinsed his hair. When she was done she turned off the water.
"I'll be right back," she said as she left the room. Sawyer slowly got up from the chair and moved over by the mirror, looking into it at himself. She was right, he did look a little worn. He caught her reflection in the mirror watching him, she had brought with her a padded more comfortable looking chair. "Sit," she commanded, wheeling it up behind him. He sat, glad to be at rest once more. Even the simplest things were taking a toll on him.
Kate pulled a comb and a pair of scissors from her back pocket. She silently combed out his hair and began cutting. She took off about two inches, inspired by the way he looked when they had first landed on the island. She worked quickly and methodically, trying to keep things as even as possible.
Sawyer watched her in the mirror as she cut his hair. She seemed to be enjoying this, maybe almost as much as he was. It had been a long time since someone had taken this much care to him, he would have been a small boy, before……no, he wasn't going to let himself think about it. He'd rather think about here and now.
Kate was done and dusted off his shoulders with a towel. "What do ya think?" she asked, moving around to the side of him, admiring her handy work.
"I think, It's a whole hell of a lot better than it was, thank you," Sawyer said, Kate couldn't help but notice all the emotion pooling in his eyes, like no one have ever treated him this good. And he said thank you, she wasn't sure he had ever said anything like that before.
"Ready for that shave?" she asked raising an eyebrow and pulling out the old-fashioned razor blade she had found. There was also a can of shaving cream. The hatch was full of goodies.
"I guess so, you know Kate, I could probably do that," he stated. He actually did want her to, but he didn't want to be any more of an inconvenience to her either, he really didn't want her to get tired of him and go away.
"No," she quickly snapped back, "I want to."
Sawyer was afraid he was taking on that sad, desperate look like that day, right before she kissed him. That day he was tied to a tree and tortured. After all he had been through now, that day seemed like a small blip on his radar. Her compassion for him, made his heart ache, in a good way.
She sprayed the lather on her hands, rubbing it on his face. Sawyer closed his eyes, just enjoying her touch. He didn't want things getting too intense. He wasn't sure he could survive it right now. When he looked in her eyes he felt too much, too fast and he couldn't trust himself, just yet, he was afraid his feelings for her would cloud his judgment.
She gently, but firmly pulled the razor blade down his cheek, finding it had to get in a comfortable position, where she didn't have to stoop down quite as much, with her arm at a funny angle. She had gotten half of it done and sighed. Sawyer opened his eyes. "What?" he whispered.
"Ah, nothing, just can't find the right angle, I'm doing fine though," Kate looked down into his eyes. She stopped for a moment, trying to figure out the next best way to go.
"I have an idea," he said looking back up at her. After that he didn't say a word, he just wrapped his good arm around her waist and weakly pulled her onto his lap, her technically straddling him. "That better?" he asked, with a smirk.
Well, she was closer. She looked into the blue pools that were his eyes and nodded. He would never have been able to pull her into his lap, had she not been willing. He was weak and she didn't want to fight with him so she just went with it. "I'm not hurting you am I?" she asked concerned. Sawyer gave a little shake of his head, the smirk still plastered on his face. Sawyer kept his eyes on hers as she finished up his shave.
Kate could tell he was watching her, but she had to keep an eye on what she was doing, she didn't want to slip. She sat there on his lap, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind. She knew he was very attracted to her, she felt the evidence of that against her thigh. And every once and a while he did something that made her feel as though there was a whole lot more behind those big blue eyes. Kate finished and picked up the towel, wiping away the excess shaving cream. It looked good, reminded her of that first day in the jungle when he had pulled her close and said, 'I know your type, I've been with girls like you' and she had responded, 'No girls exactly like me'. And boy had she proven him wrong. Kate was a one and only.
Instead of telling him he looked good, she ran her hand over his smooth cheek. Their eyes intensely transfixed on each other's. Kate found herself breathing a little harder than unusual and Sawyer found himself holding his breath. Kate didn't just want to sit there looking at him.
Sawyer's arm stayed around her waist, his fingers spayed over the flesh between her shirt and cargos.
Kate's hand trailed down and around his neck, her fingers entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, her lips slowly moving towards his.
Sawyer remembered the last time they had kissed, she had been the one that came in for the kill. This time he wanted to be the one to initiate it. From the position they were in, she obviously wanted it as bad as he. He leaned up, the mere centimeters that was between them. Her eyes closed as he closed the gap. He looked at her there, for a moment, then closing his eyes as well.
He kissed her. Slow and sweet to begin with. Gently brushing his lips on hers. She responded being as gentle and sweet as he was. When he began to kiss her more firmly, she ended up with both her arms wrapped around his neck, careful not to hurt his shoulder. His hand made its way to her face, gently cupping her cheek, trying to get her as close as humanly possible. He intensified it when his tongue brushed past her lips, to touch hers. Both of them now lost in a world, created by their connection. There was only the two of them. No other survivors, not even anyone else on the planet. Just them two, caught up in a crazily passionate kiss that had both their heads swimming.
Kate was getting dizzy from all the passion and knew that Sawyer probably needed to rest. She slowly pulled back from the kiss.
Sawyer was about to make a comment when Kate cut him off.
Kate knew he was about to say something, but had something she had to get out. Her eyes pleading with his to forgive her for her mistake. "I should have given you a reason to stay," she whispered against his lips. If she would have, considering he would have stayed, he would have never gotten shot, would have never had to go through so much pain.
"Oh, Kate," Sawyer said. He understood what she was getting at without having to ask her to explain, "This wasn't your fault."
It dawned on her, he had just used her real name. That just had to mean something.
He pulled her close, into a hug, rubbing his good arm slowly up and down her back, "I'm here now, that's all that matters," he whispered in her ear.