Live So That You May Live (Claire/Jack, R)
Title: Live So That You May Live
Author: cloudytea
Character: Claire/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers/Warnings: General season 6 spoilers. Incest and sexual situations.
Summary: As they descend into that whirlwind of madness, he holds her close and they become afraid. For gigglemonster , requested here.
It is late and the crickets buzz like cardiographs and defibrillators, brining the jungle back to life even under the deathlike stillness of the moonless night.
When Jack turns to see her, he is not surprised. Somehow, he expects her and says nothing.
He runs a through the tangled mess of blonde hair, taking in the strange scent of old blood and jungle humidity. They begin to slowly lose control, spiraling downwards into desire. As they descend into that whirlwind of madness, he holds her close and they become afraid.
Alone, he is afraid to give in and she is trembling against the heat of his body, afraid he won’t. She doesn’t want to let go and he wants to hold her close, but God knows he’s terrified of it all. Terrified of everything. Of losing. Of gaining. Of -- for once -- doing something for himself.
Claire knows she is treading into dangerous territory, sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. But she’s been living in dangerous territory for the past three years.
Being a stickybeak, just as her dear old mum would say. Wherever the hell she is, Claire knows she isn’t here. She is used to the fear and the sweat and the tears. It is nothing new to her, but she can feel the tightness in Jack’s muscles, a strange anxiety she never expected from this stonewall of a man.
Strong hands grab at her waist and she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t know this new Jack, but she likes it and the unfamiliarity brings a strange warmth to her heart, delighting in the anonymity of his actions.
It isn’t long before he is touching her all over and she begs for more. He obliges. She wonders if he’s only doing it because he’s seen her and the way she acts. How she doesn’t hesitate in reacting, not anymore. This new Claire is unafraid of life and whatever the hell lurks in the denseness of the jungle, while that old Claire was meek and dependent on everyone.
Soon, they are unable to stand it any longer and he is inside her, thrusting without any hesitation. She whispers his name and claws at his chest, tears running down her face. Good tears, if there every was such a thing.
He falls asleep in her arms, head against her breast and she hums to him, giving him the peace he always craved, the constant he was never allowed. And now, as she holds him, she is also rewarded a strange sense of calm.
However temporary, she wants to hold onto it for as long she possibly can. This is just the calm before the storm, and the storm will be nothing but blood and devastation.
Author: cloudytea
Character: Claire/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers/Warnings: General season 6 spoilers. Incest and sexual situations.
Summary: As they descend into that whirlwind of madness, he holds her close and they become afraid. For gigglemonster , requested here.
It is late and the crickets buzz like cardiographs and defibrillators, brining the jungle back to life even under the deathlike stillness of the moonless night.
When Jack turns to see her, he is not surprised. Somehow, he expects her and says nothing.
He runs a through the tangled mess of blonde hair, taking in the strange scent of old blood and jungle humidity. They begin to slowly lose control, spiraling downwards into desire. As they descend into that whirlwind of madness, he holds her close and they become afraid.
Alone, he is afraid to give in and she is trembling against the heat of his body, afraid he won’t. She doesn’t want to let go and he wants to hold her close, but God knows he’s terrified of it all. Terrified of everything. Of losing. Of gaining. Of -- for once -- doing something for himself.
Claire knows she is treading into dangerous territory, sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. But she’s been living in dangerous territory for the past three years.
Being a stickybeak, just as her dear old mum would say. Wherever the hell she is, Claire knows she isn’t here. She is used to the fear and the sweat and the tears. It is nothing new to her, but she can feel the tightness in Jack’s muscles, a strange anxiety she never expected from this stonewall of a man.
Strong hands grab at her waist and she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t know this new Jack, but she likes it and the unfamiliarity brings a strange warmth to her heart, delighting in the anonymity of his actions.
It isn’t long before he is touching her all over and she begs for more. He obliges. She wonders if he’s only doing it because he’s seen her and the way she acts. How she doesn’t hesitate in reacting, not anymore. This new Claire is unafraid of life and whatever the hell lurks in the denseness of the jungle, while that old Claire was meek and dependent on everyone.
Soon, they are unable to stand it any longer and he is inside her, thrusting without any hesitation. She whispers his name and claws at his chest, tears running down her face. Good tears, if there every was such a thing.
He falls asleep in her arms, head against her breast and she hums to him, giving him the peace he always craved, the constant he was never allowed. And now, as she holds him, she is also rewarded a strange sense of calm.
However temporary, she wants to hold onto it for as long she possibly can. This is just the calm before the storm, and the storm will be nothing but blood and devastation.