To Forget - Lost - Jack/Sawyer
Title: To Forget
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for comment_fic. Using for writing_rainbow as well.
Summary: Once reunited with Sawyer, Jack tries to forget the last four years.
He breathes in the scent of Sawyer's skin and it's almost enough. He smells of the sun, of the sand, of the sea - like a picture-perfect holiday that has transformed into home. Jack's mouth lingers against Sawyer's chest, breathing deeply, until he feels a rumbling laugh against his lips, vibrating through Sawyer's body. Sawyer's fingers touch the back of his head; if his hair was long enough, he'd be threading his fingers through it.
"You fall asleep down there, doc?" Sawyer asks.
And his voice still sounds the same, like sweet honey dripping slowly. It's like nothing has changed, like he never left, like the past years have never happened.
"Gonna be moving any time soon?"
"Maybe," Jack mumbles against his skin. He doesn't want to move. He could stay like this all day, even if his legs turn stiff and begin to ache. Just this - only this - and he could be happy, lost in the present instead of the past.
"I'm impatient," Sawyer murmurs, and his fingers brush as light as two feathers against the nape of his neck. "It's been a while."
Sawyer lives in the future - not the past, not the present.
Jack looks up at him, studying a face that hasn't aged and a smile that never dies. Sawyer's blue eyes are pained at times and that's enough to tell him that Sawyer's got a long list of past misdeeds that he'd like to forget too.
He rises up to claim Sawyer's lips with his, light and thoughtful, while he hopes that, together, forgetting might finally be an option.
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for comment_fic. Using for writing_rainbow as well.
Summary: Once reunited with Sawyer, Jack tries to forget the last four years.
He breathes in the scent of Sawyer's skin and it's almost enough. He smells of the sun, of the sand, of the sea - like a picture-perfect holiday that has transformed into home. Jack's mouth lingers against Sawyer's chest, breathing deeply, until he feels a rumbling laugh against his lips, vibrating through Sawyer's body. Sawyer's fingers touch the back of his head; if his hair was long enough, he'd be threading his fingers through it.
"You fall asleep down there, doc?" Sawyer asks.
And his voice still sounds the same, like sweet honey dripping slowly. It's like nothing has changed, like he never left, like the past years have never happened.
"Gonna be moving any time soon?"
"Maybe," Jack mumbles against his skin. He doesn't want to move. He could stay like this all day, even if his legs turn stiff and begin to ache. Just this - only this - and he could be happy, lost in the present instead of the past.
"I'm impatient," Sawyer murmurs, and his fingers brush as light as two feathers against the nape of his neck. "It's been a while."
Sawyer lives in the future - not the past, not the present.
Jack looks up at him, studying a face that hasn't aged and a smile that never dies. Sawyer's blue eyes are pained at times and that's enough to tell him that Sawyer's got a long list of past misdeeds that he'd like to forget too.
He rises up to claim Sawyer's lips with his, light and thoughtful, while he hopes that, together, forgetting might finally be an option.