Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of it's characters (obviously or this story wouldn't have happened! stupid Shoone killers!)
Author's Note: Hey all, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been trying to get some more chapters done (without much luck) since I'm running out of them. This is just another short one to tie you over until I can get my head straight and my thoughts coherent. (uh huh, good luck with that) Ok, that little voice is getting annoying! The next chapter will be much longer, I promise, so please don't kill me yet! ENJOY!
This time she did not dream, and woke when the sun was just rising, still in Boone's arms. She lay there for a moment, watching him sleep, before she was struck by a sudden idea. Smiling to herself, she moved forward until her head was level with Boone's, then leaned down and began to kiss his ear ever so gently. A shiver ran through him and he inhaled sharply, but did not wake up. Once he had settled again, Shannon moved in and this time blew softly across where her lips had left the skin slightly moist. This time Boone woke with a start, his eyes snapping open, and turned to find her bright smile right in his face. He smiled in response and moved close to kiss her deeply. Shannon ran her hands up Boone's chest beneath his shirt as his hands roamed across her back.
"Ahem."
The pair broke away and turned towards the sound. Shannon extracted one hand from beneath Boone's shirt and tucked the curtain of hair hiding them behind her ear. Claire was watching them with a look of deep amusement.
"We may be on a deserted island, but the rest of us don't want to watch you two getting it on, okay?" she told them in a mock-stern voice.
"Yes, mother." Shannon replied, rolling her eyes and laughing. Claire laughed too and turned away as Boone and Shannon exchanged mischievous grins. They kissed again, briefly this time, and Shannon lay her head against Boone's shoulder as he sighed with satisfaction.
Shannon closed her eyes and for a minute she could almost imagine that they were back home in LA, stretched out on the perfectly manicured lawn of her step-mother's meticulously clean home. It was a dream, she knew that it was highly unlikely they would ever be rescued and she would see her step-mother and her tasteless abode again. But it was nice to pretend there was a butler just a call away that would bring her anything she wanted, that there was a luxurious bathroom just upstairs where she could sink into warm, bubbly water with Boone and soak away all her troubles. For the briefest instant, Shannon could almost feel the warmth of the water as she gracefully slid into the tub, the perfumed aromas of the bubbles wafting over her and making her feel light headed. She missed warm water, long luxurious baths where nothing mattered and the world shrunk away to insignificance. She also missed getting manicures, pedicures and massages, being pampered in every way imaginable. She missed maxing out her step-mother's credit card on clothes she would only wear once, if at all. She missed cruising around in her Porsche, the wind whipping through her hair. But at least she still had the reason she had done it all.
Shannon opened her eyes and glanced up at him. He appeared to be sleeping again, so peaceful, so innocent. The other things didn't matter, they were all worthless when compared to what Boone made her feel. She closed her eyes again and tried to imagine that they were lying beside the pool, the hot sun warming their bodies. But all she could think of was Boone. She still couldn't believe that they were lying here, together. It had never seemed possible that it would happen, she had always despised him, not just for the way he treated her, always acting like she was a little child who couldn't care for herself, but for the way she enjoyed it. She liked having him fuss over everything she did, the way he tried to pretend that she annoyed the hell out of him just so no-one would see that he was hopelessly in love with her. It had been fun to see him squirm with barely suppressed desire every time she paraded in front of him in a skirt that was miles too short, a top that revealed so much cleavage it was a wonder it stayed in place. She had been too proud and arrogant to admit that she needed him, and it had driven her crazy. But now, now she could be as open as she wanted. She could let him know that she could not survive another day without him, that it didn't matter where they were, as long as they were together. He was all she needed, and she wanted him to know it.
Boone moved suddenly beneath her and she opened her eyes to see Sayid walking away from them. Shannon lifted her head and looked at Boone questioningly.
"It's time to get going." He told her, gently sliding her off him so he could get up.