For Queen halfdutch: Kiss and Make Up
The Great and Powerful Oz Queen halfdutch requested kissing and making up for the luau. I hope I do not disappoint. :)
Title: Just an Expression
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sawyer/Sayid
Word Count: 405
Summary: Sayid seems to take an expression too literally.
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He stood awkwardly, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes downcast. Sawyer never learned how to apologize, wasn't good at telling people he was sorry, and he was certainly no better at receiving it. He could feel the dark eyes on him, reading him, and the scrutiny of Sayid's gaze made the torn skin and muscle of his right arm throb painfully.
Sayid's fingers moved to rest against his chin, pushing it upwards, forcing their eyes to meet. Sawyer tried looking away from him, through him, anywhere but at him, yet at the same time he couldn't keep his gaze away from the other man who was standing so close that Sawyer could feel Sayid's breath against his cheek. When Sayid kissed him, he tasted fiery with an underlying sweetness, the way Sawyer had thought Kate would taste, not this man. Sawyer sighed into it, relishing the strength, the abrasiveness, the sheer force of Sayid.
Sawyer pulled away, unable to take it any longer. Not because the kiss was bad - he'd actually thought it was quite hot - but because he'd gotten used to using his body to enhance the lie, to make women believe he loved him, and he didn't want his eagerness to give Sayid the wrong impression. He couldn't accept Sayid's apology when the torture had been Sawyer's own fault, even what he'd wanted on some level.
"It's just an expression," Sawyer said, taking a step back only to notice that at some point he must have touched Sayid's face, Sayid's neck, because his hand was now resting on the other man's shoulder.
"What is?" Sayid responded, clearly confused by what Sawyer said since it was the first time he'd spoken since the, "Howdy, Ali," he'd greeted Sayid with when the other man showed up at his tent on the beach.
"Kiss and make up," Sawyer shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. "Just an expression."
"That wasn't part of the apology." Sayid's dark eyes were locked with Sawyer's. He grinned in a way that Sawyer could only describe as devilish, and he told himself that his legs felt weak because of the heat, because he was still healing, definitely not because of his sudden attraction to Sayid and a desire to taste him again. Sayid turned, stepping out of Sawyer's reach and beyond the tarp walls of the tent. "That was because I wanted to."
Title: Just an Expression
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sawyer/Sayid
Word Count: 405
Summary: Sayid seems to take an expression too literally.
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He stood awkwardly, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes downcast. Sawyer never learned how to apologize, wasn't good at telling people he was sorry, and he was certainly no better at receiving it. He could feel the dark eyes on him, reading him, and the scrutiny of Sayid's gaze made the torn skin and muscle of his right arm throb painfully.
Sayid's fingers moved to rest against his chin, pushing it upwards, forcing their eyes to meet. Sawyer tried looking away from him, through him, anywhere but at him, yet at the same time he couldn't keep his gaze away from the other man who was standing so close that Sawyer could feel Sayid's breath against his cheek. When Sayid kissed him, he tasted fiery with an underlying sweetness, the way Sawyer had thought Kate would taste, not this man. Sawyer sighed into it, relishing the strength, the abrasiveness, the sheer force of Sayid.
Sawyer pulled away, unable to take it any longer. Not because the kiss was bad - he'd actually thought it was quite hot - but because he'd gotten used to using his body to enhance the lie, to make women believe he loved him, and he didn't want his eagerness to give Sayid the wrong impression. He couldn't accept Sayid's apology when the torture had been Sawyer's own fault, even what he'd wanted on some level.
"It's just an expression," Sawyer said, taking a step back only to notice that at some point he must have touched Sayid's face, Sayid's neck, because his hand was now resting on the other man's shoulder.
"What is?" Sayid responded, clearly confused by what Sawyer said since it was the first time he'd spoken since the, "Howdy, Ali," he'd greeted Sayid with when the other man showed up at his tent on the beach.
"Kiss and make up," Sawyer shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. "Just an expression."
"That wasn't part of the apology." Sayid's dark eyes were locked with Sawyer's. He grinned in a way that Sawyer could only describe as devilish, and he told himself that his legs felt weak because of the heat, because he was still healing, definitely not because of his sudden attraction to Sayid and a desire to taste him again. Sayid turned, stepping out of Sawyer's reach and beyond the tarp walls of the tent. "That was because I wanted to."