Disclaimer: Don't own, no matter how many falling stars I wish on.
a/n: All I can say is; enjoy!
Claire always walked along this stretch of the beach in the morning. It had become a sort of ritual for her. Something constant in the day-to-day chaos and unpredictability of island life. She walked at a steady pace, letting the waves crawl up and brush against her bare feet. On her walks she could pretend that nothing else mattered and her problems disappeared. She looked out to the horizon and smiled. It was only during her walks that she didn't worried about rescue and just basked in the beauty of the place she found herself in.
She stopped in her tracks as something caught her eye. Or rather someone. Claire looked out as just in front of her the head and shoulders of a man bobbed in the sea. As she watched, the figure got bigger, closer, and she could make out the face to be Desmond. And he was grinning. Next his torso was revealed. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling. She had never really noticed what a toned chest he had.
It was only as he called out a greeting to her that Claire realised she had been staring at him and, even worse, he must of seen her at it. Quickly, she ducked her head but the damage was already done. Desmond was now out of the water and just a metre away.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Claire started to look up at him to reply but she got as far as his soaking boxers, which clung to certain body parts that she really shouldn't be looking at, before she ran. All the way back to her tent where she began scribbling in her diary, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.