Fanfic #1 - Unfair (Skate)
Warning: Explicit sexual situation
Title: Unfair
Author: enelya
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate (but I’m too faithful to my OTP…)
Rating: PG-13 up to NC-17. Not for the kiddies!
Words: Word says 929.
Disclaimer: I don’t have anything to do with this, really.
A/N: Because I didn’t like the timeline of “What Kate Did”. And because I had to force a skate moment there (aka “pay homage to”) :P Comments and constructive criticism much appreciated. As always, hunt for errors because this time I didn’t have the courage to read it after finished.
She had kissed him.
The wind had been blowing encouragement words at her ears, and she listened. And now she was lost, afraid to move, afraid of the questioning gaze he was bestowing upon her, afraid of herself… What had she done?
So she ran away. To Sawyer.
Days passed and she kept vigil by his side. Lowering his temperature, feeding him nutrients and vitamins, sweetly forcing him to take his medicine, but none of it seemed to be working and she was drowning near exhaustion.
Jack spent most of his day sitting on a chair near hers, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak to him. Not more than an impersonal “Do you think he’s getting better?”, when what she really wanted to ask was “Will he survive? Will it take long?”. Sometimes he nodded, sometimes he shrugged his shoulders, and his lips never let out more than a “Is he taking the meds and food as he needs?”, when all he worried about was her and her health, rapidly and severely declining in her intensive care nurse’s role.
A week later, Jack arrived much later than usual.
“I’ve been through the stuff at the caves. Found a bottle of metroconazol.” “It’s an anti-fungic.”, he added when he saw her puzzled face. “Whatever’s in his blood, it’s not responding to the antibiotics, so I figured it must be a fungus. It’s worth trying.”
“Isn’t that medicine stronger? Doesn’t it have side effects? Can’t it get him worse?”, she replied concerned.
“It can. Shut down his liver or his kidneys. But keeping only on the meds he’s now, he’s not going to hold on much longer.” And he handed her the bottle.
There was something in his voice she couldn’t define. Genuine concern, hope? What kind of hope? But she grabbed the bottle he was offering, bolts of energy running through her body as their fingers touched. She felt guilty as she kneeled in Sawyer’s bed, pulling his head near her chest, cradling him like a baby, whispering soft words into his ear, telling him to swallow. Like she had jumped at the voice of the wind before, he also took in her words and did as she said.
That night, Jack came in to check on his patient, seeing how he was responding to the medicine. But he never made it past the doorway. He found Kate laying aside his patient, one arm across his chest and her head nestled against his neck.
“If I knew I’d have a hot girl sleeping by my side I’d have woken up earlier”, Sawyer said with a smirk. Kate suppressed the instinct of snapping back at him, smiled widely and hugged him closer. “You’re finally awake”, she murmured, more to herself than him.
Weeks passed and Jack’s visits became sparser as Sawyer only showed signals of improvement, and Kate and Sawyer found they had lots of time on their hands. Time to know more about each other, time to know more about the island, time to know what had happened while they were apart. Sawyer started to come outside more and they even ventured to go to the waterfall where they had bathed long ago. Not that Sawyer didn’t want to swim again, but Kate forbad him with a “You’re still too weak and I’m not going to pull you from the bottom when you find that your arm can’t handle it”, harsh words softened by her playful tone.
But that night, when she prepared to left his side after tugging in his blankets, he grabbed her wrist and whispered, starting only loud enough for her to understand his words and trailing off to an inaudible murmur: “I’m not weak anymore. You’ve made me strong with your caring.” His other hand pulled effortlessly her head closer to his and their lips touched in the softest of the kisses.
If things were different, if that had happened a month before, she would have fought it. But Jack’s shyness around her (“My uneasiness reflected in his actions, that’s the truth”, she allowed herself to think) and the time spent with Sawyer, learning to reach the man behind the snappy one-liners, made her act different towards him.
So she leaned down more and kissed him back, opening her mouth in an invitation for his tongue to invade her. Hands slowly pulled blankets out of the way and furiously ripped clothes as instinct took over them.
Sawyer’s hands grabbed the perfect small breasts of the woman on top him, feeling the silk of her skin against his, like he had done so many times before to so many women. But this one was different, he didn’t want her husband’s money, she meant more than a one-night stand and he felt guilty for spoiling the only good thing that had ever happened in his life. Feeling that didn’t last long because Kate had reached inside his boxers and started sliding her hand up and down his cock, driving him insane and breaking all lines of thought he could have followed.
He let out a grunt and motioned for her to stop or the party would be over very soon. She acquiesced and let him roll on top of her, moaning as he felt his hard bulge come closer to her already wet entrance. It didn’t take them long to find a synchronous rhythm, slow and deep alternating with rapid and violent thrusts.
The countdown beeps didn’t muffle their climaxes’ screams.
That night, Jack didn’t check on his patient.
He never did again. Sawyer had been healed.