Author's Notes:
They finally get to meet. This is a pretty steamy chapter, the new beginning for the both of them! Please rate and review. Thank you for reading!
He'd almost dropped the phone. He'd already dropped the cigarette. It fell to the ground when he gasped, after hearing her voicemail. He called the voicemail again. Had to skip through a few old ones, to get to the last one. Yup, that's definitely her voice. Son of a bitch.
He looked at his watch, this voicemail had been left about 30 minutes ago. He wondered if this meant she would finally answer her phone for him. He scrolled to her name, and pushed the dial button. But this was new, it didn't ring or go straight to her voicemail like it had been for the past 3 weeks, but instead it said this number was not in service.
He stormed back in the house, "Claire, you have to tell me where she is?"
Claire had just finished making a pb&j sandwich for Aaron and looked up at him confused. "Why? I thought we agreed it's better like this."
"Just listen to this." He grabbed her by the arm, probably a little bit harsher then he had meant to, and dragged her out onto the patio. He dialed his voicemail again, and handed the phone to Claire.
Claire's eyes lit up and she smiled looking up at him. "Oh, that is so romantic."
"Yeah, but when I called her phone, it said it's no longer in service."
"She must have called from some phone that's in service, so why don't you call that number back?"
"You're a genius, Claire." He kissed her on the forehead, and grabbed his phone out of her hand. "I'm such an idiot, why didn't I think of this?"
"Because you're in love, and those butterflies right now make your mind go blank." She teased him.
He pushed a bunch of buttons on his phone, protocol, missed calls. There it is, her number. He scrolled down where it said 'call this number' and pushed the little green select button.
It rang, and with every ring, he could feel his heart beating faster. Com'on freckles, answer already. This is torture.
"Hi." Is all he heard.
He swallowed, "Hi yourself. I just got your voicemail." He paused, her turn to talk.
She could feel her cheeks blush. "Where are you?"
God, please ask me to come meet you. "I'm over at Claire's, where are you?"
"I'm sitting in my car, in front of Miles' apartment." She said, smiling when she imagined his expression.
"You're in L.A., you mean right down the road?"
She chuckled, "Hey, my new house smells like paint, makes me dizzy, so I was looking for you here."
He chuckled now too. "I'll be right there. Don't leave."
"I won't"
"See you in a minute, freckles."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
He hung up, walked back in, past Claire who had left the patio to give him privacy.
Claire yelled after him, "And, did she answer?"
"Yeah, she wants me to meet her. Talk to you later." He basically ran out the front door.
"Good luck, Sawyer. And be nice."
He was already in the drive way, getting into his new car, and taking off.
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He could already see her car in the parking lot. He pulled into the empty spot beside her, and looked over. She was sitting there behind the wheel, her head tilted back, resting against the headrest with her eyes closed. He got out, walked around his car to her side, and just opened her car door.
It startled her, but then she realized it was him. "Hey." He said, as he held out his hand for her to take, to help her out of the car.
When she was out, he shut her car door, but didn't let go of her hand.
She looked up at him, "I missed you so much, James."
"I missed you too." He pushed her against her car, letting go of her hand now, framing her face with both hands instead, and kissed her. She parted her lips in response, and it felt like the first kiss they'd ever shared. It was soft, slow, yet so passionate and hungry for more.
He pulled away just enough to look at her and said with a low sexy growl, "Let's go upstairs, freckles."
She smiled almost a little shy, but said, "Okay, lets go."
His heart just skipped a beat, he thought. He reached for her hand and they both walked up the staircase leading them into the apartment building. Once they'd reached their door, he unlocked it quickly, and pulled her inside. Pushing her against the other side of the front door, shutting the door in the process. They kissed passionately, when he reached around her waist, picking her up. Wedging her between himself and the door, with her legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted to kiss her all over, but for right now, he couldn't get enough of her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled away from the kiss and whispered, "Take me to your bed" while she looked straight into his eyes.
He didn't answer, just held onto her, carrying her into his bedroom. Their eyes locked on each other. Why did it feel just like the first time in the cage. Has it really been that long? Right before he lowered her onto the bed, he kicked his bedroom door shut behind him. The blinds were shut; the room seemed just the right mixture between light and dark. She started to unbutton his shirt. He watched her in anticipation. She smiled at him. His shirt was off. He grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt, and yanked it up over her head.
She pulled him down on top of her now, and began kissing him again. Her hands running over his chest, to his side and then down his back. She loved how muscular his upper body still was, even now after they'd left the island. They couldn't get enough kisses from each other. Their tongues unable to separate. And with every kiss, her body ached more and more to feel him inside of her.
Then she rolled him over, she was straddling him now, still both of them wearing their jeans, she reached down to unbuckle his belt, open his jeans and unzip it too. He moaned when he felt her hand slide into his boxers. He growled, when he sat up to reach behind her and unhook her bra. Kissing her again, both his hands cupped her breasts.
He now wrapped one arm tight around her, picked her up, turned her over on her back and pushed her down now. While he lingered on top of her, she pushed his jeans down. Both of them together tried to get them off, without trying to break the kiss they were sharing. Between kisses, and chuckles, and a few curse words from Sawyer, they finally, managed to kick his boots off, and shortly after that his jeans and boxers hit the floor too.
He pulled away from the kiss and smiled suggestivly, "You're turn." His voice was low and raspy, and send chills down her spine. She was wearing a belt too, he unbuckled it, then undid the button and her zipper. He was kneeling above her now, she lifted her butt so he could pull her jeans off easier. Throwing the jeans behind him, he smiled looking down at her, wearing nothing now except her panties.
She looked up at him, and said, "Aren't you gonna take those off too."
"Was just waiting for you to say so, freckles." And with that he pulled her panties off, tossing them aside. As he crawled over her slowly, he kissed his way up her body, starting with her stomach, then slowly up her rip cage, then her breasts. At the same time, his left hand slowly found its way in between her legs, slowly moving his fingers across where she was already moist. She moaned, and he looked up at her for a moment, as he was anchoring his mouth around her nipple. When he finally let up, he kissed his way further up, kissing the scar on her left shoulder softly, then framed her face again and kissed her lips.
She'd parted her legs, to make room for him. She reached down and without breaking from the kiss, guided him in. Both of them moaned as he slowly entered her. When he slowly started moving in and out of her, he broke away from the kiss, looking into her eyes.
She looked up into his, her hands holding onto his back, pulling him in with every thrust. She'd remembered how good it felt with him, but even when she'd dreamed about him, the sweetest dream would never do. Nothing compared to the real thing.
He had his eyes locked on hers. This was different to him than any other time he'd been with her. For the first time he didn't see anything but love for him in her eyes. Not a shred of doubt that she wanted to be here with him, right now!
He took his time, moved in and out of her, at a slow pace. She moved her hips, thrusting against him. Between longing looks into each others eyes, there were longing kisses. He wanted this to be the best time she'd ever had, and when he could hear her moans increase and could feel her tighten up around him, he knew she was there.
She was out of breath, kissing him anyways. He smiled somewhat proud that he was able to satisfy her again after all this time. He could feel her tremble underneath him, so he stopped moving for a moment. He knew she was very sensitive now, he had to let her catch her breath. She smiled up at him, and moaned again when he slowly started moving again. He increased his pace, growling with every thrust, until she could feel his entire body tighten above her.
She could feel him come inside of her. Feel the warmth released inside her belly. But to her surprise, he didn't pull out of her. Just kissed her again, passionately. Then his upper body just collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He was breathing heavily, she was still too.
After a few moments, she said, "Hey. Look at me."
He lifted his head, smiling at her, still out of breath. "Hey."
"I love you." She said looking up in his eyes.
"I love you more." He said, smiling down at her, still a little out of breath. Then they kissed again, before he eventually pulled out of her and fell onto his side, pulling her close in the process.
He fell all the way onto his back, she snuggled into his side, kissing his chest. He glanced over and down at her, "Gotta hand it to you freckles. If this is what I get every time you leave town for a few weeks, hell maybe you oughta leave town more often." He chuckled, when he saw her look at him.
"So what, you got what you wanted, now you wanna get rid of me again?" She smiled, knew he was just teasing.
"I got what I wanted?" He mocked a shocked expression. "Hell, who said take me to your bed. It damn sure wasn't me, sugar. I was content with just kissing in the hallway." He winked at her.
"Sure you were." She tried to pull away from him, in a pretend to be mad kinda way.
He pulled her back to his side, "Where the hell you think you're going? You're with me now, there's no turning back now." He lifted her chin with his left hand and kissed her.
When he pulled away from the kiss, locking eyes with her again. She looked as happy as he felt, so he took a leap of faith for once. Did something he hadn't planned on doing.
"Marry me, freckles?"