A/N: Thanks so much for your encouraging reviews, I appreciate them so much! You, my dearest readers, really keep me going! Plus, I had no idea smut stories were so popular, one day and 1000 hits, phew! Looks like there's more of us in the gutter mind department, glad to know. ;)
Which is why, I decided to extend this story… ;)
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"Hey, Jack, dude!" Hurley's voice tore him out of his reverie.
His mind had been absent for the whole day, not actually giving in to the thoughts of her, but unable to get filled by the regular responsibilities which he had picked so supposedly reluctantly in the madness which was his life now. In fact, they allowed him the pretence of control over his position, their position, the pretence of making sense, of putting the inexplicable to some sort of order; surely there was a scientific explanation to everything, perhaps it was just the right research hadn't been conducted yet.
That was why it unnerved him to find his normally busy mind blank, frozen, paralyzed, desperately blocking out the one thought which was threatening to flood his entire being, to overpower, to become his obsession, but to bring a release: her. Kate.
Could she have …seen? Heard? Jack could have sworn she had acted strangely jumpy. But then again, when exactly had she ever been a mellow one?
He tightened his lips flexing his jaw and ran a hand over his forehead, down to the back of his skull, as if to clear the thoughts.
What was it precisely that drew him to her like a magnet, he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it her restlessness, her quiet determination in search for the pieces of her better self, deep within her, her irritating stubbornness, her courage?
Was it the push-pull of her glowing smile when she looked up to him and her frowned pout, better placed on a five-year-old?
Was it the subconscious call of her body, the way her hips swayed, her back straightened, her chin lifted, when she never failed to turn to face him in an involuntary invitation?
Ever since she kissed him… Her warm, hungry lips, her cool trembling fingers, trying so hard, so desperately, to pull him into their blind impetuous passion… And the scent of her, the overwhelming milky, heady extract of her seductive lure, threatening to take his control and whack it, challenging his willpower against the sweetest temptation of her hot mouth crushing into his.
So he barely moved his own, terrified that if he'd had given in, the way back would have been forever lost, and he'd have fallen at sole mercy of this wriggling woman. Of Kate.
His head was going to explode, Jack thought, as he stood at the edge of the camp, almost everybody gone to sleep now, staring with unseeing eyes into the seemingly infinite chasm of where the ocean met the starry sky.
"Hi Hurley." Hurley was right behind him.
"You know, dude, about the shift swap… Yours was tomorrow afternoon, but I wanted to play that return game, you know, golf, with Charlie, and …erm…, so maybe you could, like, move me to the later one, right?"
Jack frowned. What was Hurley talking about?
"And Locke is going to take yours? I mean, mine? OK with you? I already talked to him."
"Locke is taking your shift?" Jack was trying to make sense of Hurley's babbling, as the shaggy guy nodded.
"Sure, fine with me, if you both agreed."
"Oh, cool, dude." Hurley started to walk away. "Hey, Jack?" he turned around once more.
"Yes, Hurley?" This was insane. Would they ever make a simplest decision without him being involved?
"Maybe you should, like, go now, huh? You know, Kate's there on her own, down in the hatch, you said we should work in pairs, right?"
"Kate's alone?" He didn't believe his ears. Just what was going on here? Why was Hurley back on the beach?
"Yeah, well, now she is, but you're going there, right?" Hurley mumbled, clearly getting confused himself.
"It's only been for when I walked here, you know, she couldn't have fallen asleep or something." Hurley shifted his weight nervously, prepared for Jack to snap at him.
"Yeah…I'm going… Thanks, Hurley." Jack offered slowly, suddenly distant.
"No problem, dude," sounding relieved, Hurley disappeared into the night.
What had just happened there? Jack wondered all the way down to the concrete asylum which had also become their prison.
Taking long, determined strides through the humid wilderness of the ripe, lush flora, a torch firmly in hand, he was approaching the shabby door.
Why on earth Kate had send Hurley away from their shared shift, apparently making him believe that Jack had swapped with him? When exactly had it happened? Did he miss something?
For a split second Jack feared he was really losing it. Surely, he would remember making the arrangement with Hurley? Or with Kate?
He hadn't seen her the whole day, after she stormed out from the curiously prolonged shower and out of the hatch.
It was actually only for the better that he hadn't seen her, Jack thought. It gave him time to collect himself, relatively, to silence the demanding suspicion that she had witnessed his moment of weakness, how he had let himself get carried away by the fantasy about making love to her, about her joining him in the shower, coming to him naked and willing and ready for the reaping. How he would take her in his arms, capture her lips with his, water running in between them in steady buzz, how he would squeeze her compliant buttocks and press them hard into his aching groin, how he would tease her small breasts until she would beg him to take her, to come inside her and to let her come.
A shiver ran down his spine at the memory.
It's OK, he attempted to reassure himself, it's only natural to crave sex, it's just a simple, biological function.
But the doctor's tone working so well on everybody else did nothing to him.
Because deep down, he knew it was a lie.
Jack stopped at the hatch entrance, strangely hesitant, suddenly unsure if he could trust himself to face her and entirely lost for words.
Why had her shower taken so long?
Could she have possibly be taking care of more than her cleanliness? Could she have reached into the secret abyss of her longing, could she have succumbed to the primal needs, would she have plunged her own fingers into her hot opening, would she have shut her eyes in abandonment, yielding to sensations, yielding to the deepest desires of her flesh, knowing well that only a thin partition was between them both?
His heart thumped as he entered the murky corridor.
"Kate?" His voice soft and deliberate.
Jack felt his legs growing heavier and heavier, aware of each step, bringing him gradually to the source of what he first thought was a random bit of peculiar music, looped in the record player.
Rustle and puffs and a sharp breath in a gentle moan.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight.
There, in the dusky security of the hatch recess, on the plain bunk bed, was Kate, slanted across the sheets, back arched, neck twisted, hair like a wild halo with a life of its own, eyes shut, lower lip caught between her teeth, and hands caught between her legs, disappearing underneath the unzipped waistband of her trousers.
Jack swallowed hard, subconsciously opening his lips. He felt all his blood rushing to his loins, turning his member into a rock. It was suddenly too hot there, he decided.
She wriggled and squirmed, panting hard, obviously close to release.
He didn't freeze in place, or turn back, no.
Slow, limber steps brought him to the door frame, as if on his legs' own accord. And he watched, hypnotized, the movement of her frail little fingers over the junction of her thighs, wishing for nothing more than to replace them with his stronger ones, with his mouth, with his cock, the craving for this inscrutable woman rocketing from muted to sky high in milliseconds.
Jack had no clue what would he do after she'd have spotted him, but there wasn't a force strong enough in the whole world which could tear him away from what must have been the most erotic view of his entire life.
It was too much, he thought, tortured, the aching in his throbbing cock so painful and threatening to seize him, sweep him and throw him onto her, to grab her hands and pin them above her head, to sink his teeth into the nape of her neck, to grind his hips into hers, stupefied by a carnal longing to unify them both.
The fists he didn't known he had clenched opened up violently as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him when her panting and grunting and gasping formed into a word:
"Jack!..."
And her eyes opened.
As prey and predator, he noticed briefly, they both froze and held their breaths, aware that the slightest movement would set off the course of events which neither of them would be able to escape, fate taking over, nature taking over and leaving them no choice.
She knew it too; he could read it in her clouded eyes.
Yet, Kate surprised him.
Unexpectedly, in rapid, jerky gestures, she pulled her hands out of her pants, with a heavy sigh, zipped the garment up, and propping on her elbows, she brought herself to a sitting position, flattening her palms on the sheets, as if wiping them off.
The scent of her sex went straight to his already rock-hard cock.
She jumped off the bed, visibly shaken. He could tell she was on the verge and the mixture of sensations, the twist of this situation, must have been playing havoc on her emotions.
"Can anyone have any privacy anymore here!"
She hissed fiercely, careful not to meet his eyes, but her voice trembling and breaking, he guessed she was close to tears.
In an attempt to escape, she made her hurried way past him, into the main room, brushing her shoulder against his arm as she went.
With that, he snapped.
His brain on massive hormonal overflow could form no logical thought, driven by a single urge, when he grabbed her wrist with a crushing force, and drew her up against the wall, trapping her with his body, trapping her hand beneath his, and bringing the other one to the side of her head, lacing his fingers into her hair roughly, pushing her slight frame into the flat surface with his obviously mightier one, until there was no air between them, until her soft breasts were smashed against his solid chest, until he could feel her racing heartbeat underneath his own, until the hard evidence of his desire dug unashamedly into her lower belly.
He had barely registered her shocked gasp, but was now transfixed by her wide eyes: so dark, so deep, the ancient forces flickering in a flame that portended to consume him, to subdue him, to burn him to the core, into a pile of helpless ashes; he was not so sure anymore who was the prey and who was the predator here.
Jack felt her go rigid and then limp at his unceremonious advances, so he pinned her tighter to the wall, preventing her body from sliding down.
She was breathing in short, shallow puffs, burning his jaw line, when he brought his face to meet hers in a replay of the kiss she gave him in the jungle.
This time it was his turn to be desperate, hungry and pleading for her to surrender. He covered her whole mouth with his, in a rushed pressure, and then licked her upper lip, taking it into his mouth, suckling slightly, nibbling it. He felt her gasp into him and then open her mouth fully, with no further hesitation, letting his hot tongue explore the delicate flesh, while her own met him in a fiery dance. The kiss was urging, hard, full of long-restrained passion, it went all too fast in bites and soothing licks, in clashing of teeth, as if they both were desperate to get as much of the other as possible, before the bubble burst and they would land back in reality.
She tasted so sweet, he noticed, like fresh water when he was oh, so thirsty, quenching his need for her like heavy rain quenched the tropical forest.
Her hair tangled in between his fingers like silky ribbons, sending his already supersensitive sense of touch to another level, where he believed it was actually those curly strands caressing his palm, not the other way round.
Jack shove his hand deeper, to the nape of her neck, cradling her head and meeting the sensitive skin there, just in time with his mouth frantically exploring her chin and dropping to the hollow of her collarbone in a wet, flushed trail, breathing in the earthy flavour of the pulsating skin over her artery.
She whimpered slightly and clutched the front of his shirt with the free hand, the other still grasped firmly by his own, against the concrete wall in an interlock of fingers, delicate and forceful, creamy and bronzed.
Then he felt her bringing it up to stroke his hair, his earlobe, his shoulder, leaning closer into his feverish mouth, rubbing her throat against his coarse cheek.
He couldn't help but marvel, how exquisite her little body felt against his, how she moulded into him, how hot and alive she made him feel.
She seemed to be enjoying this, he thought, catching a glimpse of her glowing face thrown back, eyelids heavy and lips glistening with moisture of their kisses.
Pushing yet harder, going crazy with all those clothing layers, he thrust against her hips, and eased one of his thighs in between hers pressing lustily there, until he heard a whimper from her swollen mouth.
His own need crying for attention, he let go of her head, and slid his open palm down her side, brushing a thumb over the outline of Kate's breast, lower yet, to where he found the delicious stripe of bare skin, where her top met the trousers, and lower, to cup her through the heavy fabric, while his other hand set her fingers free, and reached behind, to grasp the back of her thigh and bring it over his hip, to give him access where he wanted it so desperately.
With his nose buried in the crook of her neck, he missed a particularly potent wriggle and her hands flying suddenly to his chest, to push him off of her decidedly.
Stunned, Jack lurched but caught his balance taking one step back.
He brought his eyes to meet hers, in complete bewilderment with her actions, and the next thing he felt, was sharp stinging pain on the side of his face.
Kate slapped him.
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I know, I know, I'm cruel beyond belief! But I promise you that next chapter will be up today (almost done!), and you'll see where I got the idea from, Lol
As for my other story, "Deadlock", I have the whole plot developed eventually (how odd to get buttons before a shirt, and that's what's happened there, hehe), just need to check for possible loopholes and then off I go, prepare for a long ride there.