Lost Fic: "Unwrapped" (Shannon/Sawyer/Jack, R)
Title: Unwrapped
Characters/Pairings: Shannon, Sawyer, Jack; Shannon/Sawyer/Jack...sort of
Rating: R for sex, voyeurism, language
Length: 1,075 words
Notes: AU. Today's Queen eponine119 asked for unusual pairings, with a special emphasis on Jack/Shannon. I tried to write that for her...and somehow Sawyer got in the way. Damn him. *shakes fist*
Summary: Two is company. Three is much more fun.
She can't remember which of them called her.
Now she kneels on the bed, meeting Sawyer's gaze. He gives her that dimpled devil-may-care grin, all playful boyish charm. But the light is low and hungry in his eyes, and she's feeling like she's looking down into a deep blue pool, about to get sucked down in.
It makes her feel kind of shivery, but Shannon's not the kind of girl that gets scared by this. Instead she gets a rush of anticipation, a thrill.
Sawyer's hand, sturdy and a little rough, slips the strap off her shoulder. His fingers glide along her shoulder, feeling her tan and silken skin. She glances to the corner of the room.
Jack is still in the same chair, seated dead still as he watches them with one hand pressed intently to his mouth, knuckle digging into his lip. His eyes are wide, as if the better to drink them in.
He makes the faintest gesture. "Go on."
Sawyer snorts a little, a quiet sarcastic chuckle.
"You heard the man, princess." He pulls down the other strap of her bra. "Let's get this show on the road."
"Let me;" he starts to fumble with the clasp on the back and she pushes him off, roughly. "This is La Perla."
"Well," Sawyer drawls mockingly, watching as she undoes the garment and removes, "we appreciate you going to all the trouble."
Shannon rolls her eyes. In her head she tries to remember why she agreed in the first place. Not because she's having second thoughts but because she's curious and would like to remember.
She hasn't seen Jack or Sawyer since the island. Nobody has; the two of them holed up together once they got back and seemed happy to forget the rest. Shannon doesn't think she's even heard their names in months.
That is, until she got the phone call.
She figures she agreed to do this, because she couldn't think of a good reason not to.
Sawyer puts his hands on her breasts, getting the feel of them in his hands, and she slips her hands around his back to touch the muscles of his shoulders and rest her fingers firmly along his spine. They make sure they're lined up so Jack can get the best possible view.
Sawyer squeezes a bit, not too hard, and Shannon tilts her head back a little, a soft moan in her throat. She presses her palm to the front of his chest. His skin is just as tan as hers, the white tips of her French manicure standing out.
He cups her chin, just barely brushing her lip with his thumb before tangling his fingers in her blonde hair.
"Go on," Jack urges, hoarsely, "kiss her."
"In a minute, doc," Sawyer chides, fingers running through her locks and against the shell of her ear, but Shannon is just as impatient. She grabs him by the wrist and leans in, crushing her lips to his. Sawyer makes a startled sound but opens his mouth agreeably.
Sawyer's a good kisser, she has to give him that, and Shannon isn't half bad herself. His lips are soft and his tongue wet against hers, parting just enough for air as she rubs against the stubble of his cheek.
His hands are on the insides of her elbows and he's starting to slowly grind against her, so she reaches down for his belt buckle. Sawyer notices what she's doing and starts kissing her with less intensity. He grabs at the curve of her hip before slipping his fingers under the very edge of her panties.
"Unless you'd like to do that yourself too, Miss Victoria's Secret," he says. She narrows her eyes at him even as she shifts to allow him better access.
"Go ahead, smartass," she growls. From the corner of her eye she sees Jack close his and breathe in, slow.
Sawyer slips her panties off and she balances on one knee to let him while helping him shuck his jeans at the same time. After they're both naked he puts his hand between his legs, stroking her clit.
"Mmm," Shannon murmurs, her eyes half-closed. "Ohh."
"You like that, huh? Do you like it?" Sawyer isn't looking at her but glancing back, over his shoulder. Shannon grabs him by the waist, cupping his ass.
"Come on." He enters her slow at first, not to be a gentleman but a tease. She spreads her knees wider apart and starts to tilt back, putting her arms around his neck. He grabs onto her, holding her up.
Sawyer starts to thrust in earnest, and Shannon draws her breath in with a hiss. She clenches down, tightening around him, and he swears.
"Nice trick," he pants. "Do that again."
She wants to tell him to say please but he's so hard inside her, so ready, she does and this time he growls low is satisfaction. They shake back and forth together, building it up.
Shannon faintly hears the sound of a zipper and figures Jack's finally decided to start beating himself off, but she doesn't pay any mind to that. She's focused on Sawyer and the feel of the two of them together. She wraps one leg around his back and pushes him in even deeper.
Sawyer's breathing low and rough now, but there's a glint of focus in his eye. He plants his fingers low on her abdomen, so it presses against something just right inside. Shannon throws her head back.
"Oh, god," she moans. "Oh, Sawyer."
Sawyer presses one hand to her back between her shoulder blades, holding her to him.
"Don't say my name," he tells her in a whisper, kissing her neck. "Say his. Got it?" He thrusts again.
"Jack," Shannon cries, closing her eyes as Sawyer fucks her harder than she's been fucked in a long time. "Oh, Jack."
"Jack," Sawyer groans as well, between ragged grunts and pants for air.
Jack says, "Oh god."
Shannon climaxes with a moan and a faint almost-shriek, and like going over a waterfall Sawyer follows her. He slumps forward and Shannon collapses backwards, letting him lie on top of her. She closes her eyes, relaxing. Drinking in her body's euphoria.
From the corner she can just hear Jack gasping heavily for air. Spent.
Sawyer recovers enough to press a chaste, friendly kiss to Shannon's cheek, and to murmur words not directed at her.
"Happy birthday, darlin'."
Characters/Pairings: Shannon, Sawyer, Jack; Shannon/Sawyer/Jack...sort of
Rating: R for sex, voyeurism, language
Length: 1,075 words
Notes: AU. Today's Queen eponine119 asked for unusual pairings, with a special emphasis on Jack/Shannon. I tried to write that for her...and somehow Sawyer got in the way. Damn him. *shakes fist*
Summary: Two is company. Three is much more fun.
She can't remember which of them called her.
Now she kneels on the bed, meeting Sawyer's gaze. He gives her that dimpled devil-may-care grin, all playful boyish charm. But the light is low and hungry in his eyes, and she's feeling like she's looking down into a deep blue pool, about to get sucked down in.
It makes her feel kind of shivery, but Shannon's not the kind of girl that gets scared by this. Instead she gets a rush of anticipation, a thrill.
Sawyer's hand, sturdy and a little rough, slips the strap off her shoulder. His fingers glide along her shoulder, feeling her tan and silken skin. She glances to the corner of the room.
Jack is still in the same chair, seated dead still as he watches them with one hand pressed intently to his mouth, knuckle digging into his lip. His eyes are wide, as if the better to drink them in.
He makes the faintest gesture. "Go on."
Sawyer snorts a little, a quiet sarcastic chuckle.
"You heard the man, princess." He pulls down the other strap of her bra. "Let's get this show on the road."
"Let me;" he starts to fumble with the clasp on the back and she pushes him off, roughly. "This is La Perla."
"Well," Sawyer drawls mockingly, watching as she undoes the garment and removes, "we appreciate you going to all the trouble."
Shannon rolls her eyes. In her head she tries to remember why she agreed in the first place. Not because she's having second thoughts but because she's curious and would like to remember.
She hasn't seen Jack or Sawyer since the island. Nobody has; the two of them holed up together once they got back and seemed happy to forget the rest. Shannon doesn't think she's even heard their names in months.
That is, until she got the phone call.
She figures she agreed to do this, because she couldn't think of a good reason not to.
Sawyer puts his hands on her breasts, getting the feel of them in his hands, and she slips her hands around his back to touch the muscles of his shoulders and rest her fingers firmly along his spine. They make sure they're lined up so Jack can get the best possible view.
Sawyer squeezes a bit, not too hard, and Shannon tilts her head back a little, a soft moan in her throat. She presses her palm to the front of his chest. His skin is just as tan as hers, the white tips of her French manicure standing out.
He cups her chin, just barely brushing her lip with his thumb before tangling his fingers in her blonde hair.
"Go on," Jack urges, hoarsely, "kiss her."
"In a minute, doc," Sawyer chides, fingers running through her locks and against the shell of her ear, but Shannon is just as impatient. She grabs him by the wrist and leans in, crushing her lips to his. Sawyer makes a startled sound but opens his mouth agreeably.
Sawyer's a good kisser, she has to give him that, and Shannon isn't half bad herself. His lips are soft and his tongue wet against hers, parting just enough for air as she rubs against the stubble of his cheek.
His hands are on the insides of her elbows and he's starting to slowly grind against her, so she reaches down for his belt buckle. Sawyer notices what she's doing and starts kissing her with less intensity. He grabs at the curve of her hip before slipping his fingers under the very edge of her panties.
"Unless you'd like to do that yourself too, Miss Victoria's Secret," he says. She narrows her eyes at him even as she shifts to allow him better access.
"Go ahead, smartass," she growls. From the corner of her eye she sees Jack close his and breathe in, slow.
Sawyer slips her panties off and she balances on one knee to let him while helping him shuck his jeans at the same time. After they're both naked he puts his hand between his legs, stroking her clit.
"Mmm," Shannon murmurs, her eyes half-closed. "Ohh."
"You like that, huh? Do you like it?" Sawyer isn't looking at her but glancing back, over his shoulder. Shannon grabs him by the waist, cupping his ass.
"Come on." He enters her slow at first, not to be a gentleman but a tease. She spreads her knees wider apart and starts to tilt back, putting her arms around his neck. He grabs onto her, holding her up.
Sawyer starts to thrust in earnest, and Shannon draws her breath in with a hiss. She clenches down, tightening around him, and he swears.
"Nice trick," he pants. "Do that again."
She wants to tell him to say please but he's so hard inside her, so ready, she does and this time he growls low is satisfaction. They shake back and forth together, building it up.
Shannon faintly hears the sound of a zipper and figures Jack's finally decided to start beating himself off, but she doesn't pay any mind to that. She's focused on Sawyer and the feel of the two of them together. She wraps one leg around his back and pushes him in even deeper.
Sawyer's breathing low and rough now, but there's a glint of focus in his eye. He plants his fingers low on her abdomen, so it presses against something just right inside. Shannon throws her head back.
"Oh, god," she moans. "Oh, Sawyer."
Sawyer presses one hand to her back between her shoulder blades, holding her to him.
"Don't say my name," he tells her in a whisper, kissing her neck. "Say his. Got it?" He thrusts again.
"Jack," Shannon cries, closing her eyes as Sawyer fucks her harder than she's been fucked in a long time. "Oh, Jack."
"Jack," Sawyer groans as well, between ragged grunts and pants for air.
Jack says, "Oh god."
Shannon climaxes with a moan and a faint almost-shriek, and like going over a waterfall Sawyer follows her. He slumps forward and Shannon collapses backwards, letting him lie on top of her. She closes her eyes, relaxing. Drinking in her body's euphoria.
From the corner she can just hear Jack gasping heavily for air. Spent.
Sawyer recovers enough to press a chaste, friendly kiss to Shannon's cheek, and to murmur words not directed at her.
"Happy birthday, darlin'."