Daisies, pt. 3
Pairing: Kate/Claire
Rating: PG
Notes: Kinda incredibly sappy. That's me :p
"I just ran into Sawyer downstairs and he WINKED at me! And then I asked if he was going round to Miles' and Richard's place tonight, because we never returned their ricer, and he got all snappy and said he didn't go round their place EVERY night, and he had his own life and his own 'stuff to do', but I could tell he was going over there and - oh." Claire blinked and stared at Kate. "You look-"
Kate reached up and touched her hair self consciously, biting her lip.
"You look... amazing."
"I...thank you." She smiled.
"You always look amazing though, you know," Claire finished quietly.
"I made tacos," Kate blurted out. "I mean, they're probably cold now, but I can reheat them."
"No, I'm sure they're wonderful." Claire was smiling, flushed, and her eyes were tired but shining, ocean blue, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, moonlight-colored lovely, and Kate realized she'd never really seen her before. Never noticed how impossibly pretty she was, all creamy skin and warm smiles, how she was all lit up from within, as though bathed in a soft glow. It wasn't just the way she looked- it was, like, her aura. Oh what a creepy, hippie Dharma Initiative-y word! Had Claire always looked like that? Or was it just now? Or was it only when she was looking at...her? Snap out of it, Kate, she told herself. She began walking towards the dining room, and Claire followed.
She heard a faint gasp. "Kate!" Claire chirped in her adorable accent, which always made it sound more like she was saying "Kite."
Kate spun around and Claire was on her all at once, hugging her tightly. "Daisies!! You bought daisies!!" she squealed. Then she broke off and giggled. "And you smell like me!"
"Oh, I borrowed some of your perfume. I hope that's okay."
"Of course it's okay! How did you know...?"
"Aaron told me you liked them."
"That's funny. I don't think I-" Claire paused. "Thank you, Kate!! I could just kiss you right now!"
Kate's mouth dropped open.
"Oh, I didn't mean..."
"Tacos," Kate gestured at the table, her heart beating fast.
"You didn't have to do all this, you know," Claire said, sitting down.
"But I wanted to," Kate smiled. "Having you and Aaron around is like. It's almost like having a family."
"Well, we are your family," Claire smiled back warmly. "And you're our family. So, you know, we're not going anywhere. Not without you."
Kate blinked back tears. That kind of sentence should have made her feel trapped, restless, ready to run, but she didn't feel any of those things. She sat down and watched Claire merrily digging into her dinner, and knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Rating: PG
Notes: Kinda incredibly sappy. That's me :p
"I just ran into Sawyer downstairs and he WINKED at me! And then I asked if he was going round to Miles' and Richard's place tonight, because we never returned their ricer, and he got all snappy and said he didn't go round their place EVERY night, and he had his own life and his own 'stuff to do', but I could tell he was going over there and - oh." Claire blinked and stared at Kate. "You look-"
Kate reached up and touched her hair self consciously, biting her lip.
"You look... amazing."
"I...thank you." She smiled.
"You always look amazing though, you know," Claire finished quietly.
"I made tacos," Kate blurted out. "I mean, they're probably cold now, but I can reheat them."
"No, I'm sure they're wonderful." Claire was smiling, flushed, and her eyes were tired but shining, ocean blue, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, moonlight-colored lovely, and Kate realized she'd never really seen her before. Never noticed how impossibly pretty she was, all creamy skin and warm smiles, how she was all lit up from within, as though bathed in a soft glow. It wasn't just the way she looked- it was, like, her aura. Oh what a creepy, hippie Dharma Initiative-y word! Had Claire always looked like that? Or was it just now? Or was it only when she was looking at...her? Snap out of it, Kate, she told herself. She began walking towards the dining room, and Claire followed.
She heard a faint gasp. "Kate!" Claire chirped in her adorable accent, which always made it sound more like she was saying "Kite."
Kate spun around and Claire was on her all at once, hugging her tightly. "Daisies!! You bought daisies!!" she squealed. Then she broke off and giggled. "And you smell like me!"
"Oh, I borrowed some of your perfume. I hope that's okay."
"Of course it's okay! How did you know...?"
"Aaron told me you liked them."
"That's funny. I don't think I-" Claire paused. "Thank you, Kate!! I could just kiss you right now!"
Kate's mouth dropped open.
"Oh, I didn't mean..."
"Tacos," Kate gestured at the table, her heart beating fast.
"You didn't have to do all this, you know," Claire said, sitting down.
"But I wanted to," Kate smiled. "Having you and Aaron around is like. It's almost like having a family."
"Well, we are your family," Claire smiled back warmly. "And you're our family. So, you know, we're not going anywhere. Not without you."
Kate blinked back tears. That kind of sentence should have made her feel trapped, restless, ready to run, but she didn't feel any of those things. She sat down and watched Claire merrily digging into her dinner, and knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.