Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Notes: Using for
fanfic100 #36, smell. Written for Queen
gemjam, who asked for kinks and quirks. Drabble.
Cologne
by eponine119
August 8, 2007
Sawyer wears cologne on the island. It's not heavy or powerful, but it's there if you're paying attention, and Jack does.
Sometimes, when he's trying to quiet the chaos in his mind so he can sleep, he'll try to catalogue that scent. It's the ozone of the jungle; it's the freshness of the rain, the freedom of the ocean, a hint of sand.
It's the smell of dirty blond hair hanging in his eyes and lying stick straight against the nape of his neck. Of naked skin baking in the sun.
It smells like Sawyer, and that's what Jack wants.
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