Naughty Lost Bunnies
Well instead of havign a good read of my pressintation and/or getting a early night I got trapped by a couple of plot bunnies! The first one is half writen and I'm going to keep for Clare's birthday pressie. But hte other one I thought I would pop up. Its a follow on from the Lost slash I did for pressentslash. I think I kinda had Talia in mind when writng for some reason, but it was a HOT thought!
The next time it was different. He had been trying to find help to sort out the food delivery that had suddenly arrived, when he spotted Sawyer deep in the forest. Jack didn't know why he had wondered out so far, he knew no one would be so far in to the jungle but he had gone anyway. As he walked up to Sawyer he noticed the man was bleeding. Like someone had scratched him hard across the back, Sawyer had a little trickle of blood running down his naked back. Jack stopped, watching as Sawyer tried to patch it up.
Slowly he walked up and placed a hand on Sawyers back. Sawyer jumped and turned around with an angry look in his eye.
"Can I help?" Jack ran his fingers over the blood sending a shiver up Sawyers back. Sawyer nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed, and handed a damp cloth to Jack.
"I didn't want….I couldn't…"
"It's ok Sawyer you don't have to explain." Jack shook his head, dabbing away the blood and cleaning the cut on Sawyer's back. Sawyer gave into the doctor's gentle touch, it felt warm and tender. Asking no questions, Jack continued to stroke the cloth over Sawyer's back long after the blood had gone.
There wasn't the passion of before, that fiery heat. This time it was gentle, tender and heart felt. One thing had, quite ready, lead to another, and the scratch soon forgotten. After, they laid on the forest's floor not saying a word. Jack absentmindly wondering what had made the scratch but not daring to ask. There were something's they couldn't share, most things they wouldn't share. He looked over to Sawyer who seemed lost in his thoughts. Jack wanted to reach across, to touch him once again but he knew the time had gone. They were back to the island enemies again.
The next time it was different. He had been trying to find help to sort out the food delivery that had suddenly arrived, when he spotted Sawyer deep in the forest. Jack didn't know why he had wondered out so far, he knew no one would be so far in to the jungle but he had gone anyway. As he walked up to Sawyer he noticed the man was bleeding. Like someone had scratched him hard across the back, Sawyer had a little trickle of blood running down his naked back. Jack stopped, watching as Sawyer tried to patch it up.
Slowly he walked up and placed a hand on Sawyers back. Sawyer jumped and turned around with an angry look in his eye.
"Can I help?" Jack ran his fingers over the blood sending a shiver up Sawyers back. Sawyer nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed, and handed a damp cloth to Jack.
"I didn't want….I couldn't…"
"It's ok Sawyer you don't have to explain." Jack shook his head, dabbing away the blood and cleaning the cut on Sawyer's back. Sawyer gave into the doctor's gentle touch, it felt warm and tender. Asking no questions, Jack continued to stroke the cloth over Sawyer's back long after the blood had gone.
There wasn't the passion of before, that fiery heat. This time it was gentle, tender and heart felt. One thing had, quite ready, lead to another, and the scratch soon forgotten. After, they laid on the forest's floor not saying a word. Jack absentmindly wondering what had made the scratch but not daring to ask. There were something's they couldn't share, most things they wouldn't share. He looked over to Sawyer who seemed lost in his thoughts. Jack wanted to reach across, to touch him once again but he knew the time had gone. They were back to the island enemies again.