Note: They say brevity is the soul of wit. That's the excuse I'm sticking to anyway. ;) Sorry that my chapters tend to be short, it's just not my style to write more than I must. If you have any ideas, please feel free to let me know.
"Brotha,' Desmond whispered, more to himself in a prayer of thanksgiving than to the man he was currently crushing beneath him. He could feel Charlie's knees digging into his rib cage, but he could feel more than that, thus covering the pain altogether with the ever present lust renewed. However, Charlie did not appear to feel the same.
"Whoa mate, this is a compromising position if there ever was one!" He giggled. "Us, lying like this, in a bed of flowers…."
Desmond looked around and was reminded of their flower finding mission. What a location indeed. "Yeah" he grinned sheepishly, stalling before the inevitable end of this often hoped for physical contact. He was closer than he ever dared to dream, and was suddenly possessed with a need to make things known to Charlie. Now or never.
"You know, I didn't mean to do that." The rock star was busy explaining. "Not that I wouldn't, I mean, you're a lovely bloke…." As he stammered away Desmond suddenly became aware of faint conversation drifting towards them from the shore. They weren't that far away from the rest of the camp he reminded himself as he began to decipher footsteps from the surrounding forest noises.
"Shhhh!" He commanded Charlie as he pressed a hand to the stuttering man's lips. Not understanding the not-too-subtle hint, Charlie struggled to speak loudly.
"Mmm mmm Desmmmd!"
"Charlie?"
The pair's respective heads snapped around to see Claire and Kate standing ten feet away in the clearing, jaws to the ground. Kate looked amused as she crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, whereas Claire was frozen in complete shock. Slowly Desmond lifted his hand from Charlie's mouth, too stunned to do anything else. Like get you up idiot! his mind directed.
"It's not what you think!" Charlie cried as he struggled to stand.
"What's going on over there?" Desmond could hear the distinct and dreaded sound of Sawyer's approaching voice.
"No no nonono." That got Desmond to his feet, his fear of new and offensive nicknames driving him. He waved at Claire, held up his batch of flowers, then thrust them into Charlie's chest, and began rapidly walking in the opposite direction.