Chapter 11
Sawyer's eyes squinted open. Dmn it was bright. He had to blink his eyes several times before they began to adjust to the sudden light. He looked up at his skylight and cursed himself for thinking of it. He turned his head and buried his face in Kate's hair, taking a deep breathe. What time was it? He had no idea. Sawyer's last memory was of kissing Kate's neck just before drifting off into sleep. He smiled as he remembered last night (or was that this morning?). Oh well. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was laying in his bed, right now, holding on to the only woman he'd ever known who understood him at all. He sighed again and squeezed her tighter to him.
He looked up at her. Kate's body was just facing his, and her head was turned toward him. She was still asleep. His eyes roved over her face, taking in every detail in the morning sun. He gently brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. He breathed in her sweet, natural scent. His fingers swept over her cheek and above her ear, pushing back her hair. Over and over he did this, like a mother comforting a child, except his finger tips held more awareness, as if she were even more delicate than a child, more beautiful. Child. That word. It brought a flash of thought, but before he could grasp it, it was gone, and Sawyer was back to memorizing her face.
Kate stirred, and her eyes peeked open. Then she closed them again and scrunched up her face in a look of annoyance at the bright light. She scooted closer to him, and buried her face in his chest. "Mmmmm." she moaned. "Mm-mn." She didn't want to wake up. Sawyer pulled her yet closer to him. Then lifted his head, and kissed her cheek that was facing up. And then her ear, and then her neck just below the ear. Kate giggled, and shrugged her shoulders as if trying to ward off his kisses.
"Good morning." he whispered.
Kate moved her head and glanced up at him. "Mm-mn." she repeated.
"Mm-hm," Sawyer mimicked. "Time to get up sleepy head."
She pushed her arm against his body, as if to push away the very notion of waking. Sawyer pulled her tighter, and growled in her ear. Laughing, Kate looked up at him. Her eyes dared him to say anything else. But he didn't have anything else to say. So he leaned in and kissed her, slowly, softly. A good morning kiss. Then both lay their heads down and just looked at each other.
A light breeze blew down through the opening in the roof and Kate shivered. She moved even closer to Sawyer. Glancing around at her surroundings, Kate looked back into Sawyer's eyes. "Am I really here?" she said with a bit of disbelief.
"Uh. Yeah. You're really here." Sawyer replied, in a mock-hurt voice. His eyes closed, and Kate could just see his bottom lip pook out the tiniest bit, like she'd hurt his feelings.
Leaning up to his ear she whispered, "You know you're really not very good at pouting." She giggled, and Sawyer opened his eyes. With a growl he pushed her over onto her back, and himself up on top of her slightly. Then he kissed her passionately. When he finally pulled away, Kate was smiling and on the verge of laughing.
Sawyer arched an eyebrow. " 'Not very good at pouting'," he said in a mocking voice. "Well, I don't think that's something I have to worry too much about, Freckles, seein's there's other things I deffinately am good at." He grinned wickedly, and before Kate could respond, he kissed her again but with more force.
After several minutes of kissing off and on, the two rolled apart (but only enough so they weren't practically on top of each other any more). Sawyer sighed. Kate sat up, tucking the blanket under both arms to cover the front of herself. Sawyer ran his hand down her back, and relaxed his arm when his hand reached the bed, not bothering to remove it from her bottom. Stretching slowly, Kate looked all around Sawyer's tent. She flushed slightly when she noticed what a mess they'd made. His tent really was rather large, and during the course of the night they'd just about covered the whole thing. Except she didn't think they'd disturbed any of his suitcases, or his water supply.
Kate pushed herself up off of the bed, and stretched both of her legs, and then wandered over to the water, still with the blanket wrapped around her front and it trailing behind. She was Iso/I thirsty. She grabbed a bottle and undid the lid. She drank the whole thing before she'd realised it, so she put the cap back on and tossed it down where she saw some other empty ones. She grabbed another bottle, and took a drink before turning around to face Sawyer once again.
Water spewed from her mouth when she saw him. She laughed, and then choked on some of the water that was still left in her mouth. When she'd stood up (taking the blanket with her) she pulled it completely off of him without knowing it. Now he lay there with one arm behind his head and watched her...completely naked. Of course, she'd been with him all night, but she wouldn't have expected him to just lay there when she pulled the blanket off. She'd thought he would cover himself or roll over or something. But not Sawyer. No, he just lay there. A look of complete and total confidence on his face, just watching her as she moved.
"Ya know. You really don't need that blanket. It's not cold out." he said with a smug look on his face. "And it's not like I'm gonna see somethin' I haven't seen before."
Kate took a few steps toward him. "Ya, well," she threw the bottle of water down to him, and he caught it with one hand, "I don't exactly have as much confidence as you I guess."
"Well, why the hll not Sassafrass?" his grin widened.
She looked at him. Then she kneeled down on the bed next to him, and tossed part of the blanket over his exposed body, as he opened the water and took a drink. "I don't know."
Kate layed down on her belly and brought her feet up in the air behind her. She sighed. Sawyer moved towards her, and softly kissed her cheek. "You," he said, catching her eyes in an intense stare, "are the most beautiful woman. I. Have. Ever. Seen." Kate's eyes glistened and she smiled. She leaned into his embrace, and kissed him deeply, profoundly.
Sawyer moaned as he brought his hand to the side of her neck, and pulled her closer.
