Author's Notes: First of all, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. I've had serious computer issues recently. However, after doing a system restore, everything is now working as it should.
I'd llike to thank Gin for beta'ing, and for your reviews. Love ya, hun! In addition, thanks to Angela for the review, I'm pleased you're enjoying the story.
Now for a warning, this chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature and it is not advised for people under the age of consent or those that find such scenes offensive etc. In addition, I think there may be a few comments on the nature of the scene, due to the age gap and Richard's feelings of guilt. I want to reiterate that the views represented within are not necessarily my actual views or those of the cast/crew/creators of LOST.
It was just an theme I wanted to explore in this story, and a way of me presenting the idea that you shouldn't judge on merely looks alone.
If you have any comments or issues with the chapter, I'd be happy to hear them and possibly resolve any problems you might have.
Chapter Five
Jeanie woke with a start, wondering where the hell she was and why she wasn't in her comfortable bed at the barracks. Then she saw Richard lying beside her -- his arms flung in different directions, as they always were when he slept – and she remembered where she was.
She glanced at her wristwatch; it was six thirty in the morning. Because of the gruelling trek yesterday, she could have done with a few more hours sleep. However, she was awake now and knew she'd never get back to sleep, especially not with the birds cawing right out side.
Jeanie wriggled out of her sleeping bag and threw on her clothes, deciding as she was up she might as well do something useful and start cooking breakfast for everyone. As she walked out into the already dazzling sunshine, she looked down at the ashes of the previous night's fire; not a single glowing ember remained as it had all died out hours ago.
Realizing they'd need new kindling, Jeanie headed off into the forest to find some firewood and was soon returning to the camp with an armful of dead leaves and fallen branches.
She was happy to see that Richard was up, and even better, he didn't look as worried as he had yesterday. In fact, he looked relaxed and a lot calmer than she'd seen him in recent weeks.
"Morning, love," he whispered in her ear as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, watching her let the kindling fall to the ground.
"Morning," she replied brightly, turning in his arms to kiss his lips. "What do you fancy for breakfast?"
"You," he replied devilishly, his dark eyes burning with desire. She could easily fall straight into his bed from one of those looks.
"Stop that," she giggled, trying to control the racy thoughts running through her mind. The same desires she could read from his own head.
She stepped just out of his reachand began looking through the food store they'd packed.
"Seriously though, I could murder a plate of bacon and eggs," Richard said, sitting besides her.
"Oh God, and some croissants," Jeanie sighed, thinking of all the food she was missing back at home. She inwardly cursed Ben, because his instructions had deprived her of luxuries, lie-ins, real food and sex!
After the camp had finished an unfulfilling breakfast of fruit and a little leftover meat, they decided to explore the forgotten Temple.
"You know, it's a shame we abandoned this place after the purge," Jeanie sighed. "I know it's hasn't got all the comforts of home, but it holds so many memories."
"I know, love," Richard agreed, as he helped her gather the things they'd need for their search. "I do wonder why Ben sent us here."
"Safety I guess. If something does go wrong with Sheppard, he's going to want us all here out of the way," she theorized.
"Yeah, but we'd be more use to him back at home. The barracks are guarded, or we could have gone back to Hydra. No, I think he's up to something else as well, Ben would never instruct us to just run away," he suggested.
Jeanie shuddered despite herself. At Richard's suggestion, an uneasy feeling came over her, but she shook it off. Everything was going to be fine.
Leading the group, they walked into the dimly lit Temple. The stones more faded and crumbling than before due to years of unuse.
Jeanie walked a little ahead, swinging her gas lamp as she looked up at the high walls. It had been so long since she'd last been here that she'd forgotten about the strange carvings and intricate details.
"Jeanie, be careful," Richard warned, "We don't know how stable the flooring is anymore."
Despite the number of times she'd been here and had been caught in a gap in the floor, Jeanie still never paid attention to where she was going. Just like in her teenage years, she had a reckless streak, which caused her to also be a little foolish.
"Didn't I tell you once before, Richard?" she said looking back at him over her shoulder with a defiant wink, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm no longer a little girl."
Her words had barely left her lips before the floor gave in, and Jeanie plummeted downwards. Thankfully, the gap was only small and she was suspended from the waist down.
Flashback
Jeanie had turned eighteen just two weeks ago. However, she was now ready to give Richard her decision. She was ready to leave her family and Dharma to join him in the camp besides the Temple.
Her home life was now unbearable, due to her father hitting her daily and she saw no point in staying there any longer. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to take it. The time of being a little girl was finally over.
On the day that she'd decided to give Richard her decision, she'd also decided to make some changes within herself. Gone were the little girl braids and dungarees, instead she'd adopted what she hoped was a more mature look. She'd cropped her hair short and around her ears and started to wear dark khaki pants and a figure-hugging vest.
That morning, she'd left the barracks, taking with her only her favourite books and a small pack of clothing. She headed straight to the Temple and into a small chamber where she and Richard frequently met to be together.
Jeanie waited patiently for him -- her green eyes lined in black make up -- as she read Hamlet.
Upon entering the chamber and seeing Jeanie, Richard chuckled. He was so used to her cute and girlish image thatthe woman sitting before him momentarily startled him, and he had to hide a blush, due to the impure thoughts running through his mind.
' What's this? Gone all dark and depressed on me?' he joked, as he took a seat besides her.
'Oh of course,' she replied melodramatically. 'No one understands me, my fathers beats me and the man I love doesn't even notice me.'
However, she read from his mind that he did more than notice her, and Richard shifted uncomfortably at her words and his burning desire for her.
She had just turned eighteen and still so pure and innocent. No amount of new clothes and make up could hide the little girl her saw inside of her. However, that didn't stop him from wanting to take her right now, and the disturbing fact was she probably knew that too.
She smiled roguishly at him and placed her hand on his thigh, making it all that more difficult for him to control the passion burning inside. He could tell from the fire in her eyes what she was thinking and wanted, but he knew he shouldn't. Not yet, not whilst she was still so young and innocent.
' I'm not longer a little girl, Richard,' she whispered, moving closer still and letting her lips brush his cheek.
'Stop it, Jeanie,' he said suddenly. 'Stop reading my thoughts and my feelings. You know it bothers me.'
'But why?' she asked, a devilish smile spreading across her lips at the knowledge of his true desires.
'We want the same thing? Why is it wrong that we have it?'
She rose slowly and placed herself lightly in his lap.
'I know you've wanted me virtually from the moment we met. I know how you really see me.'
'Jeanie, stop it, you know why we can't...why I can't,' he sighed in frustration.
She saw flashes of guilt; fear that she was only an innocent child and that he'd be taking advantage of her.
'But you know I'm more than that,' she whispered. 'See for yourself.'
She brushed his lips with her own, feeling the heat grow between them. He hesitated but then let his mouth cover hers. Their lips met with fiery passion that they'd kept at bay for too long. Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt; he tried to stop her but couldn't because of the animal desire now controlling him.
Gently he lifted her top over her head to expose her pale, lace-enclosed breasts. She quivered with desire for him.
The sight of her almost naked body sent him over the edge, and he could no longer control himself or his want for her. Without hesitation but with rough fervour he tore her pants from her shapely legs to uncover lace panties that matched her bra.
'It's almost like you planned this, you little witch,' he murmured against her ear.
' Maybe I did,' she replied with an impish grin as she lingeringly undid his belt and then pants.
He forcefully pushed her backwards and down against the cold hard floor of the chamber, his breath now coming in pants due to his ravenousness.
She looked up at him, all doe-eyed and innocent, and he falteredmomentarily but could no longer control his actions as she had him deeply under her spell.
Richard all but ripped off her panties and found Jeanie more than ready for him, her breath now shuddering with longing.
He forced himself inside her and she gasped, before snaking her arms around his back. As he began to thrust harder still, she raked her crimson painted nails down his back and he let out a moan of pleasure.
Their breathing became rugged as they were both lost in the heat between them. Jeanie's back arched up off the floor as Richard gripped her waist tightly, and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to stop herself screaming out. Her body ached with a feeling that was sensually between pleasure and torture.
Finally, just when she was beginning to think she could take no more, Jeanie was tipped over the edge, and climax spread through her like a drug; consuming every part of her body and making her toes curl.
Seconds later, Richard found release too as he thrust for one last time inside her before collapsing on top of her.
Their breathing slowed, and he rolled her gently onto her side, so that he could look at her properly, so he could fully see her beauty as she glowed with fulfilment
A sudden realization gripped Richard and he was instantly consumed with guilt.
' Oh God, I was your first, wasn't I?' he asked, feeling like a monster for letting his desire overtake him like it had.
' Yeah, just liked I planned,' she said wickedly. ' I told you, I'm no longer a little girl.'
End Flashback
"Jeanie, just hold still and we'll have you out of there in a minute," Richard said, trying to keep his voice calm. However, she didn't need to be psychic to know he was worried about her, scared something bad might happen.
"Don't worry, I'm going no where," Jeanie reassured, pushing her self up from the floor with her arms in a fruitless attempt to get free. It was no good however; she was stuck tight and could feel her legs dangling in the nothingness below.
With the help of the others in the group, Richard tied a rope around Jeanie's waist and together they began to pull her loose.
In less than half an hour, Jeanie was free and uninjured apart from a few bruises and scratches on her legs.
Richard pulled Jeanie into a tight embrace and covered her face and copper hair with kisses. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She giggled and pulled herself free a little, so that she could look directly into his dark eyes. "I told you, I'm no longer a little girl and I can look after myself," she stated, despite the fact she secretly liked all the attention.
"I know, love, but I can't help worrying about you," he insisted.
"And it's very sweet of you," she admitted, pulling him into a fierce kiss.
"Just you wait until I get you back home," Richard whispered seductivley in her ear.
"I'm counting down the minutes," she replied, with a sly grin.