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Spice of life: Me too, man. Exspecialy with all those beautiful men around. Mmm...
Pacejunkie: Oh yea. You will defiantly be seeing some action soon.
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PART TWO
The next day was scorching, and in response, the whole island was dressed in the skimpiest of attire. Sawyer lounged in his tent wearing only his jeans, gratefully for the cooling shad. He laid on his side, lazily slipping through a magazine and picking at the plate of fruit that rested near by.
He flipped the page and, as the pattern seemed to continued, reached down to grab the fruit. To his surprise, he found nothing but air.
It didn't take him long to sense that something was of and quickly turned his head, coming eye to eye with the source of the problem.
Kate knelt beside him, a impish smile across her face as she held the covenant fruit with both hands, just below her chin. Her eyes sparkling with a suspicious intent as she stared down at him playfully.
"Did I say you could have that?" He questioned with a sigh, raising his eye brow. Kate shook her head, her long brown curls swaying back and forth exotically. He couldn't seem help but stare for a moment after they settled back around her shoulders, framing her adorable little face.
She was acting strange, that was for sure. Kate was usual very mature, and a bit uptight at times. But now she was acting almost like a child, playing little games and tricks that didn't make any since.
The thing that confused Sawyer so much wasn't that she was acting strange, but the strange effect it seemed to be having on him. He was staring at her, studying ever inch of her and he couldn't seem to pull away.
"That's right, now give it back" He instructed in an almost fatherly tone, lifting his hand to make a grab for the fruit, a bit surprised when Kate pulled it away.
"Wait!" she insisted, rolling it in her hand as she held it to her chest so that it was no longer visible beneath her greedy knuckles. Sawyer eyed her curiously, wondering what had gotten into her.
"I'll trade you" She offered, knowing that would get his attention. Sawyer rolled his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, not at all impressed by her feeble attempt.
"What the hell have you got that I would possibly want, freckles?" He questioned skeptically, his eye brow hiking up another notch.
Slowly, a suggestive smirk worked its way across Kate's face and Sawyer's eyes widened, surprised at the hint she was giving him.
But before she hand a chance to change her mind, he sat up and placed his hands firmly on her hips, gripping tightly as he forced his tongue into her mouth.
The fruit dropped from Kate's hands and tumbled down to their lap before rolling back onto the place, using her hands instead to rake through his hair as she pulled his head closer, savoring the taste of his lips as much as she had the delicious fruit while his hands ravished her body, pulling off cloths at a miraculous speed.
In a flash she her top was gone and his pants and her bra fell loose, his hands quickly gliding around her torso as she lifted her arms from his neck, allowing him to pull it off completely before he buried his face in her neck, letting his hands wonder down to her newly exposed chest.
Then, before she knew it, she was on her back, arms stretching up over her head as she pressed herself against him, feeling the heat from his body envelop her trembling frame.
She wasn't quite sure what had tempted her to go to his tent in the first place, but at this point, she no longer cared. All she wanted was to taste the sweetness of his lips. His salty skin, and anything else she could wrap her lips around.
Later
Charlie had been sitting on a rock in a secluded spot of the jungle, strumming on his guitar. The heat was beginning to get to him, causing his brow to sweat and his hair to drip. His collar beginning to darken from the moisture.
He'd been so caught up in his playing that he hadn't heard Claire's foot steps as she approached, and was unaware of her presence until she was standing less then a foot in front of him.
"You!" She stating accusingly, hands on her hips. Charlie looked up at her in surprise, wondering what he'd done to get her crossed. "Yes?" He replied, finding his voice a bit shaky at the sight of her.
She looked even better then she had yesterday now she stood before him a pair of dark black shorts that were cut dangerously high, but fit tight and did wonders for her bum, and showed off her long, shapely legs.
With it she wore a black, ribbed tank with a faded white design across the chest that, though small, was made for a man and there for was almost as long as her shorts and fit loosely to her frames, hanging lowly at her chest sine the straps were wider and managed to once again reveal a good deal of her cleavage.
His eyes lingered for a moment on the bits of bare skin before finally meeting with hers, his hesitation to snap to attention only making her all the more pissed off. But even the angry look across her face with her narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and full down-turned lips managed to turn him on.
"What was in that stuff you gave me?" She questioned, trying hard to keep up her defensive glare but was finding it hard to be pissed off under his innocent stare.
"I don't know, it was just fruit. Why?" He explained, stuttering nervously as he stared up at her.
"Because! Its making me-" She stopped herself before the word flew out over her mouth, lifting a hand to her lips as if the action could physically hold it in.
Charlie's eyes widened as he rose to his feet, realizing the cause of his overly sexual thoughts. But the thought slipped out of his mind the moment he stood, feeling the heat of her body wave onto his.
His fingers began to tingle, begging to touch her as they laid limp at his sides. Her eyes tangoed with his, staring into the deep, dark pools as she searched for any sign of dishonesty but failed to find anything other then longing.
As she stared she began to wonder if her thoughts weren't brought on by the fruit, but that they were actually hers. Then, she pushed the thought out of her mind and took a step back, breaking the spell he'd put on her just by widening the space between them.
"Never mind" She muttered under her breath as she flipped her thick, blonde hair over her shoulder and began to walk away, knowing that the attempt to attract him would prove to be useless.
Even if the fruit was causing her erotic behavior, she knew Charlie wasn't to blame. She was just so frustrated by wanting something she couldn't have that she left her mind get away with her.
Charlie watched as he made her way back into the jungle, taking a good, long stare at her bum as she swayed her hips, watching until she disappeared behind the trees. He let out a heavy sigh once she was gone, sad to see her leave.
The feeling she left him with was un ignorable, not only in his mind but physically as well. The closeness was to much for him. In the short moment his eyes had studied every inch of her beautiful body.
He'd taken in her sent, tasted the salt of her skin along with it. He'd wanted nothing more then to touch her, but, as usual, she walked away.
So now there was nothing he could do but stand there, frozen in time, and close his eyes and repeat the incident over and over in his mind.
He stood their for what felt like an eternity before the sound of foot steps filled his ears. Before he hand time to open his eyes Claire's hand grabbed a hold of his shirt, balling it up in her fist as she pulled him forwards and forced her lips against his.
At first, the kiss took him by surprise, but it wasn't long before he caught on and eagerly pulled his arms around her waist, gripping at the back of her shirt as her free arm slid around his neck and she forced his body back against the nearest tree.
His back hit hard against the bark but he felt no pain, only the harsh lack of breath as their lips parted from the force of the movement, his eyes flying open to meet with hers.
He lifted his hands to the side of her face, letting them tangle through her hair as he pulled her forward so that her could taste her lips again.
His kiss wasn't quite as violent as hers had been in fear that he might go to far and frighten her away.
But it wasn't long before Claire's passion took over, and once it was clear that she was not going to back out, he let his hands roam her body and held her tight, ready to give her all he had to offer.
If she wanted passion, he'd give her passion. If she wanted force, he'd give her force. With the intense need rushing through his veins, he pulled his head back, hearing her gasp in response and feeling her breath fall against his face.
He gripped her hips tightly in his hands and lifted her up with ease. Before she knew it, Claire was back against the tree, having barely a second to recover from the swift change of position before his lips were back on hers.
He broke the kiss again moments later, but only so that he could devour her neck instead. He tasted the sweat on her skin as they roamed over her shoulder, across her collar bone, before sinking into the sensitive skin of her neck that flexed with her pulse against his tongue.
Claire let out a loud moan as he pressed hard against her, grinding his hip as his hand slid up her thigh, pulling it up so that his hands could roam over the creamy soft skin with ease.
Her fingers raked through his hair as he held his head to her neck, moving her hips rhythmically with his. She let one hand untangle from his messy hair and glide down the back of his neck, feeling him shiver in response.
A smile crossed her lips as she trailed her fingers down his spine until she reached the end, then began to tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. He felt the fabric begin to work its way up his torso, the steamy jungle air hitting his hot bare skin.
"Wait" He gasped breathlessly, finding it hard to pull away. Claire looked up suddenly, a tinge of disappointment as he reluctantly stepped back, no more then an inch, but it was enough to make her tremble with need.
"What's wrong?" She questioned, beginning to worry the her actions may have upset him. Sure, he seemed relatively willing a few seconds ago, but maybe he was just caught up in the moment. Maybe it was too soon.
"We can't do this" He began, his voice shaking as he tried to get the words out. He was having trouble focusing on anything other then her. Claire looked down ward, letting his words sink in along with the guilt she felt for making this so difficult.
"..Not here" He added, noticing the sadness on her face. She looked up again, confused, not sure what he was trying to say.
"There's a bed at the hatch" He explained, knowing it would be much more comfortable for her then to be pressed up against a tree.
Claire paused for a moment, having trouble finding the meaning of his words. Once she realized that he was not breaking off the passionate event, just postponing it until they found a more suitable atmosphere, a smile worked its way on her lips.
"Okay" She agreed with a nod, and wrapped her tiny hand around his. He smiled back, feeling a bit of a chill rush through him just from the simple touch. With that, he squeezed her hand and began heading towards the hatch.
Later
"Hey, Kate" Jack greeted, giving her an odd look as he watched her straighten up. She had been doing laundry, and was in the process of bending over to pick up the next article of clothing when he'd approached, flashing him a friendly smile once she realized who was speaking.
Jack looked her over a bit curiously, taking note to the messy kink of her hair and the distinct glistening over her tanned skin. "Wow, you look rough" He noted, wondering what had put her in such a condition.
"Gee, thanks" Kate replied uncertainty, hoping that he wouldn't catch on to why she looked such a mess.
"Sorry. You just look like you ran a freaking mile" He explained, trying to take some of the offense out of the comment. Kate laughed under her breath. as she hung up the shirt and leaned forwarded to get the next. If only he knew...
"So what did you do?" He questioned, unable to resist his curiosity. Kate looked up in alarm and hesitated for a moment, frantically raking her mind for a response.
"I was running" She replied, unable to come up with a better excuse. She studied Jacks face, and after seeing know sign of disbelief, let out a well needed breath in relief. "Why were you running?" He questioned, not out of suspension but just to ask. There was another pause.
"Just for the heck of it. You know, exercise, all that jazz" She replied with a shrug, thinking it to be a reasonable explanation. Not great, but it was believable, and for now that's all that mattered.
"You don't really need exercise Kate, your in great shape" Jack noted, taking the opportunity to look her up and down with a reliable excuse in doing so, his smile widening slightly as he did so. Kate felt her cheeks go red.
"Thanks" She replied, feeling flattered but a bit uncomfortable after being checked out by the doctor who was probably her closest companion on the island. Jack looked down and laughed nervously, realizing his comment may have been misread.
"I meant it in a medical sense" He explained, hoping she wasn't under the impression that he was now trying to get into her pants.
"I just meant that you already do a lot of physical activity, and running just so you keep in shape will probably only make it harder for you to do so where there's actually a need to run" He elaborated, feeling the need to as she continued to give him a skeptic smile.
"I suppose you have a point" She replied, laughing slightly as his nervous attempt to keep from crossing the line.
After that, she leaned forward, reaching into the almost empty basket of cloths. Jack watched with a gulp as she bent forward, giving him a perfect view of her perfect ass.
She straightened up with slow, distinct movements, as if he were watching her in slow motion, and then flipped her hair back once she'd straightened up and he felt his knees go weak.
Kate reached her arms upward and clipped the tank top to the close line, glancing at him over her shoulder.
She read the look on his face, wide-staring eyes, gaping mouth, sweating temples, and understood right away. A smile crossed her face as she made the realization that he'd just checked her out for a second time during their short conversation.
"You wanna give me a hand?" She questioned, cocking an eye brow at him. It took a moment for the words to readjusted.
"Oh, yeah. Sure" Jack replied hurriedly, once he finally managed to snap out of his daze. Kate smiled and leaned forward again, fully aware that he would be watching.
To her surprise, she heard him take a few steps forward and felt him behind her a few moments later.
Her eyes widened quickly after the front of his hips brushed against her ass, a bit surprised at his boldness. She glanced at him over her shoulder but saw nothing suspicious in his expression.
After a moment he leaned forward, his body outlining hers as he reached into the basket where her hand rested on top of another tank, frozen the grabbing position.
He took hold of another article of clothing and straightened back up, appearing to take no notice at their compromising position.
Kate straighten up at the same time he did, so that when they were both once again up right, his chest was against her back and her behind was without a doubt against his hips, which made it apparent to her that he had been aware of their position after all.
Kate looked back at him over her shoulder, surprised to see a seductive smirk across his face. She stared at him for a long moment, feeling her cheeks go hot as she began to grin as well.
"You know, I'm almost done with this laundry.." She began, her voice low so that only he could here her.
She reached up and carefully pinned the top to the line without ever taking her eyes off of his, using the gesture as and excuse to arch her back so that she could press harder against him, then watch for a moment as his expression shifted from the sudden contact before speaking again.
"I'll need something to keep my occupied while it dries" She finished, a suggestive tone in her voice. Jack's eyes widened, unsure if he'd heard correctly.
He gave her a questioning glance and she replied by shrugging and raising her eye brow as if to say "why not?"
Before she could change her mind Jack quickly nodded in reply and hurriedly began pinning up the rest of the cloths so that they could make their way to the jungle for some privacy.