Jack quickly made his way out of the hatch and back over to his woodpile. He picked up the axe and quickly began chopping away, furiously. First, he was mad at himself, for being such an idiot. Second, he was mad at Kate for kissing him like she did and just running off. And third, third was Sawyer. On a normal day it didn't take much for him to want to kill him. But today, he'd like to take him to the brink of death, only to make him better and turn around to almost kill him again. So Jack took to splitting wood, maybe that could take his mind off things or maybe he could just pretend that each log was Sawyer.
"Yeah, there is. I want you and I want you now," she said, kissing his neck.
"Well, that's damned obvious, Freckles. Sure there ain't somethin' else?" he asked, just knowing that something was up.
Kate pulled back, so she could look at him. She really didn't want to lie. It'd be nice if they kept things honest. "Um, I kinda may have…." She trailed off.
"Kinda may have what?" Sawyer asked, oh this ain't soundin' good. He was slightly distracted by every inch of her bare skin against his, but he needed to hear this. What had she done?
"I kissed Jack," she whispered.
You could've knocked Sawyer over with a feather. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "And?" he pressed
"And it meant nothing, I know that now, Sawyer," she had to be sure to convince him, "I was worried about you and exhausted. I think for a time there I was hallucinating. And I was out in the jungle alone, he tried to comfort me, and I made a mistake, okay? Trust me it could never compare…." She didn't feel like she needed to say anymore.
Sawyer's features softened, he looked down. How could he stay mad at her after that? "So, the Doc, can't compare to me?" he asked with a grin. He kissed her. "Just as long as you don't go and try to compare our love making techniques, all right?" he whispered against her lips, with a small chuckle.
"I have no problem with that," she smiled. She placed her lips on his, keeping it slow and steady like they had all night. She rubbed her hands down his chest, "Now where did we leave off?"
"Well, first things first, you go lock that door," he smirked.
Kate sighed, "All right, though I doubt he'll be coming back anytime soon." She got up wrapping the blanket around her and locked the door. "Happy?" she asked, then realized there was a dimmer on the light switch, she turned the lights down a little.
"Very," he said watching her ask she came back over to him.
She climbed back into bed on top of him. "Now back to where we were," he said as he pulled her into a kiss.
Sawyer positioned himself beneath her, and then slid his hands down her sides, grasping her hips. His shoulder was throbbing a bit, but this was so worth it. He would probably pay for this in the morning. Their eyes met as Sawyer slowly pulled her down onto him. They moaned in unison. Kate shuddered against him and clenched her eyes shut. Sawyer just had to watch her reaction to him. He shuddered himself, after he had buried himself completely inside of her. He stopped just a moment to enjoy the sensation, but then slowly pulled her down to him, nuzzling his nose under her jaw, his warm breath caressing her skin.
Kate couldn't imagine anything being so perfect. The gentle way he did everything was in such a contradiction to how he normally was. She assumed he'd be rough and aggressive, not that she'd mind. She figured it was because his shoulder and when he got better, that she would find out for sure.
She slowly began to move on him, their lips finding each other once more. Even though they probably would have enjoyed it hard and fast, it seemed right this way. They hadn't rushed into it, so why rush now?
He rolled his hips, every once and a while, adding to the sensations for her, as well as himself. His hands made idle patterns up and down the length of her back, her skin so soft to his touch. How her breasts were pressed right up against his chest, soft and warm like the rest of her. Only inside of her it was fiery hot, a deliciously searing heat. Urging his desire on. And the way she smelled, so womanly and intoxicating. Sawyer had never experienced anything quite like this.
Kate rocked against him, well aware that this would soon be over. She kept her hands away from his shoulders, instead tightly gripping the sheet and mattress on either side of him. "Oh, God, Sawyer," she whispered, slowing her movements even more. She nuzzled her face into his neck, riding out her waves of pleasure. Her muscles contracting around him, her body slightly shaking.
Sawyer was in nirvana. He felt Kate shudder around him and it sent him over the edge. Holding her body tight to his. "Kate," he whispered and then moaned, spilling his warmth into her.
Kate sighed and her body relaxed on Sawyer's. Sawyer relaxed too, taking a deep breath. He was holding her now and would have liked to stay just like that with her forever. Kate felt herself getting too relaxed. She gently pulled herself up and off of him. And both shuddered as he slid out of her.
She cuddled down next to him, on his good side. Allowing herself to once more stroke his smooth cheek. He kissed her forehead, his good arm wrapped around her, holding her warm body right up next to his.
Her hand rested on his chest and her leg was intertwined with his. "Goodnight, Sawyer," she whispered.
He had a second thought to tell her his real name, but quickly pushed it away. "Night, Kate," he whispered back, "Sweet dreams."
Sawyer watched as Kate dozed off, himself quickly following. Couldn't believe how beautiful she was there in his arms. Their bodies were nestled against each other's. They slept more peaceful and happily than either of them had done in a long time. Even in the time before they were on the island.
The next day promised to be a very interesting one. To see how they would act and how everyone else would react to find out they were now together. That's what all that meant, right?