1lostfan: Don't worry, there is some serious jate action to come! I like Jack and Sawyer for different reasons, and there for I feel that they both deserve to get some. I usually stick pretty much to Charlie related stuff, but I felt the need to bring some of the other islanders in as well. The more the mariner, right?
Pacejunkie: "Is it hot in here?" No, its just Charlie. :D
Alabel: This chapter loves you too!
Spice of Life: You can have all the fruit you want. I want some of that Charlie! lol. I actually had to go back and look for the "give me a hand" line, cause I couldn't remember writing it. I've been writing way to many stories at once. I actually hadn't meant it in a dirty way when I was writing it, but after reading it a second time I found a whole other meaning. Its sad really. My minds so far down in the gutter that I don't even notice all the crap any more.
PART THREE
Claire began to grip his hand a bit tighter when they walked into the hatch, a curious and somewhat frightened look on her face. Charlie had forgotten that this would be her first time in the hatch, and began to wonder if bringing her here was such a good idea.
She'd probably have a lot of questions to ask, and her curiosity might make it difficult to rekindle the mood. He let a heavy sigh, wishing he wasn't such a perfect idiot.
"Hello, Charlie. Claire" Locke greeted from behind the computer, looking a bit exhausted as he stared back at them.
"Hey" Charlie replied in a low tone, still not to keen on being around Locke after their falling out. But his bitterness wasn't just towards Locke but the simple fact that he was there.
If he still wanted to continue what they'd started in the jungle, the great white geezer would have to go.
"What brings you two down here?" Locke questioned, ready for small talk. He'd been down in the hatch for the last week, making sure the button was pressed.
After almost destroying the hatch and everything around it, his faith had been ruined. He was determined to make sure no one made his mistake.
But that didn't change that fact that he had been awake for almost 37 hours since he last allowed someone to take up watch, and was barely able to stay awake.
"Just showing Claire around. She had some questions and I thought the only way to explain would be to show her" Charlie explained, giving Claire a little glance that told her to play along.
"Well in that case would you mind taking over for a while?" Locke questioned rather straight forwardly, knowing that if he took any longer he might pass out on the way back to the beach.
Charlie eyed him curiously for a moment, wondering why Locke was suddenly willing to trust someone other then himself at minding the button, especially Charlie. But taking over button duty would get rid of Locke, and in return give up the privacy he so eagerly desired.
"Yes!" Charlie replied less then a second later, as soon as the realization clicked in his mind. Claire shot him an odd look, wondering how him doing what ever Locke had asked was going to help their situation. Or perhaps he'd simply forgotten.
Claire was not the only one confused by Charlie's quickness to respond. Locke raised an eye brow at him curiously, slowly making a realization of his own. The last time he'd checked, Claire was still furious at Charlie for lying about his addiction and kidnapping her child while under the influence.
He'd heard through a bit of gossip between Jack and Kate that the two had been speaking again. Mostly just small talk, but civil talk none the less.
It wasn't surprising that Claire had decided to forgive him. They both knew that Charlie was now clean and, like the rest of them, deserved another chance.
But for them to recover from their disagreement so soon, to the point where they would be out alone with each other, holding hands none the less, seemed a bit strange.
He looked the scene before him in search of an answer, taking note to their shinny skin, messy hair, tousled cloths and entwined fingers, plus the quit intimate glances they kept throwing back and forth with one another, and his answer became clear.
"Thank you. I'll be back in a few hours. I just need to get some rest" Locke explained, feeling a bit uncomfortable after coming to his all to obvious conclusion.
"Take your time" Charlie replied, trying to sound casual in an attempt to conceal his own eagerness to see the man gone so that he could get back to what they'd started before it was to late.
Locke paused for a moment, recognizing the hidden meaning in his words that only confirmed his suspicions more. He nodded and forced a little smile as a good bye before grabbing a book bag off the floor, strapping it on, and leaving them to their privacy.
Charlie waited until he heard the door shut before he finally let out the breath he'd been holding. He glanced at Claire who looked the epitome of embarrassment and couldn't help but laugh.
She shoot him a forceful glare, unable to find the humor of the situation. But the more she watched Charlie chuckled at her own expense, the more it became apparent, and soon she was laughing as well.
Then slowly, his hand came to place on her lower back, and before long, his arms were around her. Forehead to forehead, laughter slowly dying down as they remembered their original purpose for being here.
Claire's fell shut so that her other senses could go ablaze. They lingered in each others arms for a long while before she tilted her head back ever so slightly, so that her lips could find his with the greatest of ease and greet them with a gentle but powerful kiss.
She let her arms slide around his neck and Charlie practically melted under the touch, pulling her as tight as he could in order to rid himself of the terrible need he was feeling.
He knew it wouldn't be gone until he was part of her, no matter how close he pressed himself against her. His hands began to shake as the longing grew with every movement of her soft, delicate lips.
He let out a gentle sigh and Claire shuddered as his sweet breath filled her lungs, unable to remember the last time she felt so alive. A moment later their lips broke apart, and Charlie looked down at her with arm eyes while he ran his hands up her back, over her arms, until he found her hands.
Claire understood what he was suggesting and lowered them from around his neck, holding on tightly to one as he began to lead her down the hall and into the next room.
Towards the back corner rested a wooden bunk, which, although small and probably uncomfortable, was the first bed she'd seen since the crash, making it the most comfortable sleep she would be having in a long, long time.
She wondered off towards it curiously, leaving Charlie near the center of the room as she inspected it.
Running her hands over the wooden beams, across the sheets, pressing down on the pillows to test their thickness, then, with a satisfied smile, she turned to him and crossed her arms, her back against the beam as she watching him make his way to her.
His hands ran through her hair as he pulled her mouth to his, the heat beginning to rekindle inside of him.
She felt her back pressing hard against the wooding post but felt no pain, only the warmth of his body as he pressed against her, moving his hips once again with hers in ways that made her moan.
She reached her arms around his back, tugging at his shirt. A instant later, it was gone, and his now bare chest was back against her, his mouth hungrily roaming over the curves of her neck before his hands feel at her hips, holding them tightly as he shifted her away from the post and guided her to the opening so that they could move onto the bed.
Claire sat down as he suggested, looking up at him with a seductive gaze as she placed her lips to his abdomen, running her hands down his chest as she placed a trail of firey kisses all around his belly button, causing his knees to go weak in response.
Charlie lifted his arms and gripped onto the beams that supported the top bunk in order to keep from collapsing, his forehead rested against the wood as he let out heavy breaths, every little kiss causing a stronger sensation to burst across his skin.
His hands tangled in her hair as the trail stopped, fingers running across her cheek as she pulled back, her hands falling at the place where his jeans began as she looked up, slowly working the button of his fly.
Charlie quickly understood what she was doing and sucked in a breath, unsure if he could handle it. After what seemed like an eternity, his pants were undone, and he felt himself cool of just slightly.
The feeling, however, only lasted for a moment before another rush of heat broke out across his body as Claire's lips found him, and he suddenly couldn't breath.
Meanwhile
Sun was sitting on the shoreline, looking out at the ocean. The sound of the waves did little to muffle the none stop gurgling sounds the child in her arms was making, but it seemed to relax him enough to stop the crying.
She enjoyed watching Claire's baby, knowing it would be good practice for her when her own child came. She also liked to help Claire out, realizing how hard it must be for a mother on a deserted island.
The girl needed a break, and if she could help, especially if she was going to be mending things with Charlie, then Sun would do all she could.
But with the way they were acting this morning at Claire's tent, there might be yet another baby making its debut on the island sooner then they hoped.
"Hey sun" A distinct souther accent sounded from behind her, bringing the soothing paradise of the beach crashing down as she turned to see what was wrong. Sawyer had a determined and slightly angry look on his face, and she began to worry right away.
"Yes?" She questioned, hoping that nothing to terrible had happened. "You seen Kate?" Sawyer asked, cutting straight to the point.
He was a bit sweaty and breathing heavy, which only added to the look of frustration on his face. Sun studied him a moment in concern before speaking.
"Yes. Her and Jack went into the jungle a little while ago" Sun explained, trying not to jump to conclusions. If he was looking for Jack or Kate, it was probably important.
"Which way?" He asked, his voice lowering a bit as his aggravation grew. Sun pointed in the direction they had headed and watched as Sawyer quickly rushed off in search of the pair, leaving her with nothing but curiosity as she made her way back to her own camp.
Meanwhile
"Uh, Kate..." Jack spoke up after a long while of silence as he fallowed her through the jungle. They 'ed been walking for much longer then he'd planned, and he was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of cruel, cruel trick.
"Yeah?" Kate replied, glancing at him over her shoulder as she continued forward. She had an impish look across her face that made him feel a bit uneasy, as if he her being lead by some nymph into a jungle with promises of lust, only to meat some unfortunate trap instead. He took in a heavy gulp before speaking again.
"Uh...where exactly are we going?" He asked, trying to sound as casual as possible in spite of his dehydration, which had been caused more by her then the walk or the heat.
"The hatch" She explained, giving him another playful look over her shoulder, her dark curls tossing with the movement in an exotic way that made his heart momentarily stop.
"Why the hatch?" He asked in reply, wondering how that could possibly do them any good. First off there was bound to be someone there to ruin their privacy, that's if everything was normal.
God knows what kind of trouble could be going on which they would undoubtedly get involved with, thus losing track of their initial reason for coming out in the first place.
But when Kate gave her answer all those questions went away, and all Jack could think of were the positives.
"Because it has a bed"