fic, Lost: Things You Do In Craphole Island When You See Dead People (Miles/Shannon), PG13
I had this one almost done for a while, it fit the Queen's request perfectly, so I polished it up while my friends were off doing their things and here it is.
Title: Things You Do In Craphole Island When You See Dead People
Rating: PG13 because it's Miles
Pairing: Miles/Shannon
Words: 2795
Summary: What luck. The hottest chick ever seen in his life and she has to be dead.
Spoilers: up to the S4 finale.
Disclaimer: do you really believe Darlton would come up with this?
A/N: for Queen hollycomb at lostsquee who wanted Miles and the dead and for chemi15try #8, catalyst. I sincerely hope you like it even if I'll admit that the pairing is a stretch. But I had wanted to write it for months now *cough*. The title is a wordplay of Warren Zevon's Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead.
Miles sees her for the first time when he’s finally let out of that fucked up hut by the blond redneck. Well, he realizes that he’s being mean by referring to him like that, since he was the main reason for which he didn’t stay three days with a grenade in his mouth of anything. But anyway, not the point.
The point is that he has a glimpse of her while the redneck, Sawyer, whatever, is bringing him to a house that no one uses and in which he guess he’ll be under house arrest. He sees her for maybe five seconds, but those are enough.
Long, silky blond hair which arrives way down her shoulders, the longest legs he ever had the pleasure to have in front of his eyes his whole life, a perfect golden tan, hips that could kill, soft and pink lips, warm and big brown eyes; she’s wearing a couple of shorts that let most of her thigh show and a pink tank top, while her feet are bare. And damn it, Miles thinks, that’s probably the hottest chick he ever set eyes on his whole freaking life. Maybe staying here wasn’t such a bad thing, after all, even if he probably wasn’t ever going to get Linus by this point. He figures he’ll try to talk to her as soon as he has a chance; sure, she’s probably taller than he is, but that was never Miles’ problem.
--
He sees her at the back of the room once, when they were discussing some Michael or whatever shit; Miles has long stopped caring about what they’re saying. If everyone is so stupid to believe Linus, fine for them. He knows better, much better.
He starts to think about why no one else seems to notice her. Hey, it’s something hard not to notice a pretty sexy thing like this girl is. So one time he comes a bit closer and raises his hand at her; before he can process the whole sequence of happenings, her mostly bored expression morphs into a shocked one and she suddenly disappears. That’s when Miles understands.
She’s dead. What luck. The hottest chick ever seen in his life and she has to be dead. Of course no one sees her. Geez, what a waste, he thinks going back to his place. But then again, he can still see her. Dead or not, it doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to have a word or two with her. It’s not like death has ever been something stopping him anyway, right?
--
The fact that he goes with the redneck, pardon, Sawyer, and that Claire girl which has something to her that Miles can’t really place, doesn’t really help him. The Hottest Chick Ever Existed hasn’t appeared up to now (even if Miles saw quite a bunch of dead people in the last day or so) and neither Sawyer nor Claire know about his little peculiar ability. He wouldn’t make a great figure asking about a dead person, he thinks before bumping into those two corpses.
At that point he doesn’t feel that uncomfortable asking Claire. Not Sawyer. He still actually feels very uncomfortable around him, but when he’s away to fetch some wood he gets two minutes in which he doesn’t respect the twenty feet rule.
“Could I, you know, ask you something?”
Claire turns to him, cradling the asleep baby to her chest.
“Sure.”
“Was ever there among you a blond girl? Tall, long legs, tanned, blond hair...”
“You mean Shannon? She died a month ago. Why, you’ve seen her too?”
“Not only her.”, he mutters before he hears Sawyer’s footsteps and hurries to go as far from Claire as he can.
Then Claire disappears and now that’s fun. He had known that something was wrong with her, even if she actually wasn’t dead. He can’t really figure that out, but it isn’t like he cares right now. Why would he?
--
After the sky becomes white for a minute, things change but really don’t.
Everything looks the same, but there’s a feeling of something being off and it’s only when someone comes from the Others’ side of the island saying that the island moved or something that he gets what’s this all about. He just shrugs and decides that moved or not moved, they’re stuck here anyways so what’s the big deal? He’ll just have some more peanuts, with Rose’s approval.
--
Daniel lands on the beach with that raft a day later the sky turned white, half dehydrated but more or less fine, as everyone else with him is; Miles lets Charlotte take care of the guy, figuring that her tent will have a new occupant soon. That’s just fine by him; he isn’t no babysitter and Charlotte’s pretty much too high class for him. He doesn’t even dig her accent anyway. They can have each other now.
But, since Linus is gone, Miles only has two things to do, apart from stealing peanuts from Rose. First one, he has to enjoy his free tropical vacation. Hell, it’s been a while since he had a vacation, anyway. Second one is finding this Shannon girl. It’s nothing personal, but seeing the way Sawyer eyes Juliet she’ll be off limits in a while and we already said about Charlotte; to Miles, the rest of the females of the place just don’t hold much interest and dead or not, the Hottest Chick Ever Lived is on this island and Miles is determined to find her, if only to have a talk.
--
During the following week, he bumps up into one creepy sixty-like guy with quite nice blue eyes all things considered, a tall creepy one wearing a patch and a young man with blue eyes even more stunning than the old guy’s and sort of hippie hair, who Miles thinks he would definitely hit on if he wasn’t straight and if the guy wasn’t dead.
Then he meets a sort of female Spanish version of Rambo who looks like she wants to bring him straight into their group accompanied by a nice blond girl who is nothing like the Hottest Chick Ever Existed anyway, a couple of teenagers going around holding each others’ hand (he thinks that one was the corpse he dug out on that hike) guarded by a woman with very long hair and a shotgun in her hand (right, definitely the other corpse), a young blond guy playing guitar whenever he bumps into him.
He even meets Gault and that crazy Keamy guy, but while he exchanges a word with the first he wisely decides to avoid the other. Not to mention a couple that seems just out of a soap opera that keeps on bickering threatening his head to explode every second.
Cutting it short, he realizes that this island should not be called Craphole Island as everyone says on the beach, but rather Zombie Island or Night of the Living Dead island; but he doesn’t find the Hottest Chick Ever Existed and that doesn’t sit well with him.
--
He finally finds her the next week when, bored out of his mind, he follows Sawyer’s advice of taking a swim in a waterfall he knew.
She’s there, sitting on the edge, her legs down in the water, always wearing those jeans shorts and the pink tank top, her hair even longer than he remembered (now it almost reaches the middle of her back); she turns to him and rolls her eyes before even saying anything.
“What the hell do you want?”
Miles is a bit startled at the voice, which has a slightly annoyed tone and has something not feminine about it, but that totally suits her.
“Oh, just wanted to have a talk with you.”
“A talk.”
“Yeah, a talk.”
“Like it’s normal for you living people to talk to us.”
“Well, it’s my job.”
“What, you’re a ghostbuster?”, she asks, bringing a knee up, her tone just slightly more amused.
“Let’s say I am.”
“So you see us.”
“Pretty much all of you.”
“Great. Now we don’t even have privacy.”
“Well, considering how many of you are, I’d say we don’t have privacy.”
“Whatever. Fair enough.”
She stands up, her feet still wet, not getting dirty when she steps on the jungle floor. Miles can’t help staring at her legs and she notices it.
“What are you now, my stalker?”
Miles smirks. He’s starting to dig this attitude.
“That’s a pretty straight definition. I’m not that bad.”
“Sure. So why the hell are you searching for me?”
“Why, you’re hot.”
She shakes her head in disbelief.
“That’s it? I’m hot?”
“Well, that’d be me speaking the truth.”
She shakes her head again, half laughing.
“You are weird.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”, he answers, sporting his best smile. She smirks at him and her hand goes on her elbow.
“Hey, I’m sincere at least.”
“Yeah, sure. Wouldn’t doubt it.”
She disappears then, but Miles is positive that he definitely made an impression. And to be dead, the chick surely has some personality. He smiles to himself, heading back into camp and heading straight for the peanuts box.
--
One day he takes a walk on the beach and sees her laying down, in a bright red bikini, sunbathing, doing a crossword and possibly even more tanned than before; he can’t help letting out an appreciation whistle.
She turns to him, an eyebrow rising.
“Well, at least you don’t repress yourself.”
“I’m a very straightforward person, darlin’.”
“I had realized it. Hey, no one said you could sit. And anyway, the Bogart impression doesn’t work with me.”
“Free beach. And hey, if I didn’t see you as I should be supposed to, I’d sit and you wouldn’t mind. And you watch Bogart movies anyway?”
“My brother did.”, she answers dryly. She looks at Miles for a second, then doesn’t say a thing and goes back to her crossword.
“Well, since you’re here, at least give me a hand.”
“I’m not really good at those.”
“I’m sure you know at least this one. Ghost that exorcises living people out of haunted houses in the famous movie. Eleven letters.”
Miles brings a hand to his head, shaking it.
“Beetlejuice.”
“Sweet. I finished it. That’s what I call useful.”
Then she’s gone again and Miles just shrugs. Well, maybe next time he’s going to actually have a proper conversation, he hopes. But he is a determined person and he will persevere.
It’s not like he hasn’t got time, right?
--
He’s fairly surprised when one day the young guy with the hippie hair comes to him when he’s alone taking a hike in the jungle, looking thoroughly amused.
“And who the hell are you now?”, Miles asks, kind of wary. It’s not like dead people actually ever go looking for him. It’s a live and let die policy, if the bad joke can be passed.
“Oh, I’m Shannon’s brother.”
“What? You’re dead, too?”
“Well, I could ask you who isn’t by this point and we’d be quicker. I just wanted to say congratulations.”
“What?”
“Believe me, it’s not easy to get her to be so nice to someone in so little time.”
If that was nice, Miles doesn’t want to think how she was usually.
“But anyway, just don’t mind her. She tries to be unreachable, but I think she’s liking this business you’re trying to have with her. Or whatever.”
“I wasn’t asking your permission, so you know.”
“It wasn’t about that. Hey, she’s a dead adult, right?”
The hippie smiles at him again, waves and disappears before Miles can ask him his name.
--
They meet another three times or so, nothing too different from the beach meeting or the first one; it’s only on their sixth meeting overall that she finally seems to go straight to the matter.
“So you’re really being my stalker or whatever only because you think I’m hot?”
Miles shrugs.
“Mostly.”
“That only?”
“I don’t need many reasons to do something. Hey, the only reason I do my job is that it pays money.”
“Pragmatic, huh? Good attitude, I have to say. I tried it for a while.”
“Did it work?”
“No. Or well, it worked but I realized it was the wrong approach. Not that I can do anything about it anyway.”
“Guess you can’t.”
“I just can’t believe that you do it just because of that.”
“Of you being the hottest chick ever lived? Why, do I need another reason?”
“Well, I’m dead. It kinda makes your statement worthless.”
“Dead or alive, doesn’t change much. At least not for me.”
“God, you know you couldn’t even touch me.”
“Really?”
“Why, everyone else passes through us. Maybe you see me, but touching? Well, that’s moronic.”
“May I try?”, he asks, his tone mockingly gallant.
“Suit yourself.”, she says extending her arm, an expression that Miles would describe at least a bit cocky; it disappears when Miles gently takes her wrist between his hands, feeling her skin cool under his fingers, but nothing near the coldness he had expected from a dead person.
She retreats her hand as if his burned, looking completely shocked. Miles can only savor the taste of victory, smiling just slightly.
“You did it?!”, she asks, shaking her head.
“I always could.”, he says, like it’s not a big deal. And it isn’t a big deal, he has always touched ghosts. They don’t feel all the same, some aren’t different from a living person, others are cold as ice, others again make your insides squirm as soon as you do touch them, but he never was a question to him. Of course he could.
“Why, you can’t between your kind?”
“Yeah, sure, but... oh, I just need to go.”
She goes away again and Miles is pretty satisfied with the result. It’s the first time he made her speechless.
--
“So, you can touch me.”
This time she is fairly serious. Miles rises up from his seat on the waterfall (Sawyer was right, it’s definitely a cool place to be, and it isn’t as fucking hot as the rest of this fucked up zombie tropical resort anyway) and stands in front of her, not at all intimidated by the two inches advantage she has over him.
“I pretty much can.”
“And you’re really doing this because you think I’m the hottest thing you ever seen.”
“Yep.”
“Nothing else?”
“I can’t exactly ask you to marry me, can I?”
She rolls her eyes before setting them back on him.
“I already was once and I’d refuse you even if I was alive.”
“Nice, but I wasn’t ever going to go that far. Marriage really isn’t what I have in mind.”
“Just shut up.”, she says, and suddenly she’s nearer than he had thought. Now or never, right?
Miles puts his hands on her shoulders, cool and smooth skin beneath his fingers, not leaving her time to react; then he kisses her, knowing that since touching her didn’t have any reverse effect, kissing her won’t.
He goes slow at first, just lips against lips; hers are cool as her skin is, but feel soft when he moves his a bit. She opens them up without too much thinking just seconds after and Miles brings a hand to her hair, clean, long and feeling like silk while he savors the way she tastes, fresh and somewhat sweet even if she shouldn’t, not at all counts. But her mouth is not cool, is just as warm as he needs it to be. And yeah, feeling her sigh against his lips and having her hip under his other hand was totally worth all the effort.
When it’s over, her breath is warm against his cheek.
“You aren’t half bad at this.”, she says, sounding thoroughly amused.
“Told you, I’m pretty straightforward with everything I do.”
“Yeah, sure. So you really don’t mind that I’m dead?”
“Hey, I make my living out of dead people.”, he answers, knowing that she will probably roll her eyes at it.
She does roll her eyes, but then she nods and somewhat they both fall to their knees and kiss again. It’s even nicer than the first one and as soon as Miles’ hand goes to the small of her back pushing her against him she goes along.
Well, if making out with the Hottest Chick Ever Existed isn’t the best thing that could ever happen in the Living Dead Island, Miles doesn’t know what it is. Before he forgets about everything else that isn’t Shannon, he remembers to bring some peanuts next time for maybe a sort of picnic. Hey, he’s always been a romantic, very deep down inside.
End.
Title: Things You Do In Craphole Island When You See Dead People
Rating: PG13 because it's Miles
Pairing: Miles/Shannon
Words: 2795
Summary: What luck. The hottest chick ever seen in his life and she has to be dead.
Spoilers: up to the S4 finale.
Disclaimer: do you really believe Darlton would come up with this?
A/N: for Queen hollycomb at lostsquee who wanted Miles and the dead and for chemi15try #8, catalyst. I sincerely hope you like it even if I'll admit that the pairing is a stretch. But I had wanted to write it for months now *cough*. The title is a wordplay of Warren Zevon's Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead.
Miles sees her for the first time when he’s finally let out of that fucked up hut by the blond redneck. Well, he realizes that he’s being mean by referring to him like that, since he was the main reason for which he didn’t stay three days with a grenade in his mouth of anything. But anyway, not the point.
The point is that he has a glimpse of her while the redneck, Sawyer, whatever, is bringing him to a house that no one uses and in which he guess he’ll be under house arrest. He sees her for maybe five seconds, but those are enough.
Long, silky blond hair which arrives way down her shoulders, the longest legs he ever had the pleasure to have in front of his eyes his whole life, a perfect golden tan, hips that could kill, soft and pink lips, warm and big brown eyes; she’s wearing a couple of shorts that let most of her thigh show and a pink tank top, while her feet are bare. And damn it, Miles thinks, that’s probably the hottest chick he ever set eyes on his whole freaking life. Maybe staying here wasn’t such a bad thing, after all, even if he probably wasn’t ever going to get Linus by this point. He figures he’ll try to talk to her as soon as he has a chance; sure, she’s probably taller than he is, but that was never Miles’ problem.
--
He sees her at the back of the room once, when they were discussing some Michael or whatever shit; Miles has long stopped caring about what they’re saying. If everyone is so stupid to believe Linus, fine for them. He knows better, much better.
He starts to think about why no one else seems to notice her. Hey, it’s something hard not to notice a pretty sexy thing like this girl is. So one time he comes a bit closer and raises his hand at her; before he can process the whole sequence of happenings, her mostly bored expression morphs into a shocked one and she suddenly disappears. That’s when Miles understands.
She’s dead. What luck. The hottest chick ever seen in his life and she has to be dead. Of course no one sees her. Geez, what a waste, he thinks going back to his place. But then again, he can still see her. Dead or not, it doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to have a word or two with her. It’s not like death has ever been something stopping him anyway, right?
--
The fact that he goes with the redneck, pardon, Sawyer, and that Claire girl which has something to her that Miles can’t really place, doesn’t really help him. The Hottest Chick Ever Existed hasn’t appeared up to now (even if Miles saw quite a bunch of dead people in the last day or so) and neither Sawyer nor Claire know about his little peculiar ability. He wouldn’t make a great figure asking about a dead person, he thinks before bumping into those two corpses.
At that point he doesn’t feel that uncomfortable asking Claire. Not Sawyer. He still actually feels very uncomfortable around him, but when he’s away to fetch some wood he gets two minutes in which he doesn’t respect the twenty feet rule.
“Could I, you know, ask you something?”
Claire turns to him, cradling the asleep baby to her chest.
“Sure.”
“Was ever there among you a blond girl? Tall, long legs, tanned, blond hair...”
“You mean Shannon? She died a month ago. Why, you’ve seen her too?”
“Not only her.”, he mutters before he hears Sawyer’s footsteps and hurries to go as far from Claire as he can.
Then Claire disappears and now that’s fun. He had known that something was wrong with her, even if she actually wasn’t dead. He can’t really figure that out, but it isn’t like he cares right now. Why would he?
--
After the sky becomes white for a minute, things change but really don’t.
Everything looks the same, but there’s a feeling of something being off and it’s only when someone comes from the Others’ side of the island saying that the island moved or something that he gets what’s this all about. He just shrugs and decides that moved or not moved, they’re stuck here anyways so what’s the big deal? He’ll just have some more peanuts, with Rose’s approval.
--
Daniel lands on the beach with that raft a day later the sky turned white, half dehydrated but more or less fine, as everyone else with him is; Miles lets Charlotte take care of the guy, figuring that her tent will have a new occupant soon. That’s just fine by him; he isn’t no babysitter and Charlotte’s pretty much too high class for him. He doesn’t even dig her accent anyway. They can have each other now.
But, since Linus is gone, Miles only has two things to do, apart from stealing peanuts from Rose. First one, he has to enjoy his free tropical vacation. Hell, it’s been a while since he had a vacation, anyway. Second one is finding this Shannon girl. It’s nothing personal, but seeing the way Sawyer eyes Juliet she’ll be off limits in a while and we already said about Charlotte; to Miles, the rest of the females of the place just don’t hold much interest and dead or not, the Hottest Chick Ever Lived is on this island and Miles is determined to find her, if only to have a talk.
--
During the following week, he bumps up into one creepy sixty-like guy with quite nice blue eyes all things considered, a tall creepy one wearing a patch and a young man with blue eyes even more stunning than the old guy’s and sort of hippie hair, who Miles thinks he would definitely hit on if he wasn’t straight and if the guy wasn’t dead.
Then he meets a sort of female Spanish version of Rambo who looks like she wants to bring him straight into their group accompanied by a nice blond girl who is nothing like the Hottest Chick Ever Existed anyway, a couple of teenagers going around holding each others’ hand (he thinks that one was the corpse he dug out on that hike) guarded by a woman with very long hair and a shotgun in her hand (right, definitely the other corpse), a young blond guy playing guitar whenever he bumps into him.
He even meets Gault and that crazy Keamy guy, but while he exchanges a word with the first he wisely decides to avoid the other. Not to mention a couple that seems just out of a soap opera that keeps on bickering threatening his head to explode every second.
Cutting it short, he realizes that this island should not be called Craphole Island as everyone says on the beach, but rather Zombie Island or Night of the Living Dead island; but he doesn’t find the Hottest Chick Ever Existed and that doesn’t sit well with him.
--
He finally finds her the next week when, bored out of his mind, he follows Sawyer’s advice of taking a swim in a waterfall he knew.
She’s there, sitting on the edge, her legs down in the water, always wearing those jeans shorts and the pink tank top, her hair even longer than he remembered (now it almost reaches the middle of her back); she turns to him and rolls her eyes before even saying anything.
“What the hell do you want?”
Miles is a bit startled at the voice, which has a slightly annoyed tone and has something not feminine about it, but that totally suits her.
“Oh, just wanted to have a talk with you.”
“A talk.”
“Yeah, a talk.”
“Like it’s normal for you living people to talk to us.”
“Well, it’s my job.”
“What, you’re a ghostbuster?”, she asks, bringing a knee up, her tone just slightly more amused.
“Let’s say I am.”
“So you see us.”
“Pretty much all of you.”
“Great. Now we don’t even have privacy.”
“Well, considering how many of you are, I’d say we don’t have privacy.”
“Whatever. Fair enough.”
She stands up, her feet still wet, not getting dirty when she steps on the jungle floor. Miles can’t help staring at her legs and she notices it.
“What are you now, my stalker?”
Miles smirks. He’s starting to dig this attitude.
“That’s a pretty straight definition. I’m not that bad.”
“Sure. So why the hell are you searching for me?”
“Why, you’re hot.”
She shakes her head in disbelief.
“That’s it? I’m hot?”
“Well, that’d be me speaking the truth.”
She shakes her head again, half laughing.
“You are weird.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”, he answers, sporting his best smile. She smirks at him and her hand goes on her elbow.
“Hey, I’m sincere at least.”
“Yeah, sure. Wouldn’t doubt it.”
She disappears then, but Miles is positive that he definitely made an impression. And to be dead, the chick surely has some personality. He smiles to himself, heading back into camp and heading straight for the peanuts box.
--
One day he takes a walk on the beach and sees her laying down, in a bright red bikini, sunbathing, doing a crossword and possibly even more tanned than before; he can’t help letting out an appreciation whistle.
She turns to him, an eyebrow rising.
“Well, at least you don’t repress yourself.”
“I’m a very straightforward person, darlin’.”
“I had realized it. Hey, no one said you could sit. And anyway, the Bogart impression doesn’t work with me.”
“Free beach. And hey, if I didn’t see you as I should be supposed to, I’d sit and you wouldn’t mind. And you watch Bogart movies anyway?”
“My brother did.”, she answers dryly. She looks at Miles for a second, then doesn’t say a thing and goes back to her crossword.
“Well, since you’re here, at least give me a hand.”
“I’m not really good at those.”
“I’m sure you know at least this one. Ghost that exorcises living people out of haunted houses in the famous movie. Eleven letters.”
Miles brings a hand to his head, shaking it.
“Beetlejuice.”
“Sweet. I finished it. That’s what I call useful.”
Then she’s gone again and Miles just shrugs. Well, maybe next time he’s going to actually have a proper conversation, he hopes. But he is a determined person and he will persevere.
It’s not like he hasn’t got time, right?
--
He’s fairly surprised when one day the young guy with the hippie hair comes to him when he’s alone taking a hike in the jungle, looking thoroughly amused.
“And who the hell are you now?”, Miles asks, kind of wary. It’s not like dead people actually ever go looking for him. It’s a live and let die policy, if the bad joke can be passed.
“Oh, I’m Shannon’s brother.”
“What? You’re dead, too?”
“Well, I could ask you who isn’t by this point and we’d be quicker. I just wanted to say congratulations.”
“What?”
“Believe me, it’s not easy to get her to be so nice to someone in so little time.”
If that was nice, Miles doesn’t want to think how she was usually.
“But anyway, just don’t mind her. She tries to be unreachable, but I think she’s liking this business you’re trying to have with her. Or whatever.”
“I wasn’t asking your permission, so you know.”
“It wasn’t about that. Hey, she’s a dead adult, right?”
The hippie smiles at him again, waves and disappears before Miles can ask him his name.
--
They meet another three times or so, nothing too different from the beach meeting or the first one; it’s only on their sixth meeting overall that she finally seems to go straight to the matter.
“So you’re really being my stalker or whatever only because you think I’m hot?”
Miles shrugs.
“Mostly.”
“That only?”
“I don’t need many reasons to do something. Hey, the only reason I do my job is that it pays money.”
“Pragmatic, huh? Good attitude, I have to say. I tried it for a while.”
“Did it work?”
“No. Or well, it worked but I realized it was the wrong approach. Not that I can do anything about it anyway.”
“Guess you can’t.”
“I just can’t believe that you do it just because of that.”
“Of you being the hottest chick ever lived? Why, do I need another reason?”
“Well, I’m dead. It kinda makes your statement worthless.”
“Dead or alive, doesn’t change much. At least not for me.”
“God, you know you couldn’t even touch me.”
“Really?”
“Why, everyone else passes through us. Maybe you see me, but touching? Well, that’s moronic.”
“May I try?”, he asks, his tone mockingly gallant.
“Suit yourself.”, she says extending her arm, an expression that Miles would describe at least a bit cocky; it disappears when Miles gently takes her wrist between his hands, feeling her skin cool under his fingers, but nothing near the coldness he had expected from a dead person.
She retreats her hand as if his burned, looking completely shocked. Miles can only savor the taste of victory, smiling just slightly.
“You did it?!”, she asks, shaking her head.
“I always could.”, he says, like it’s not a big deal. And it isn’t a big deal, he has always touched ghosts. They don’t feel all the same, some aren’t different from a living person, others are cold as ice, others again make your insides squirm as soon as you do touch them, but he never was a question to him. Of course he could.
“Why, you can’t between your kind?”
“Yeah, sure, but... oh, I just need to go.”
She goes away again and Miles is pretty satisfied with the result. It’s the first time he made her speechless.
--
“So, you can touch me.”
This time she is fairly serious. Miles rises up from his seat on the waterfall (Sawyer was right, it’s definitely a cool place to be, and it isn’t as fucking hot as the rest of this fucked up zombie tropical resort anyway) and stands in front of her, not at all intimidated by the two inches advantage she has over him.
“I pretty much can.”
“And you’re really doing this because you think I’m the hottest thing you ever seen.”
“Yep.”
“Nothing else?”
“I can’t exactly ask you to marry me, can I?”
She rolls her eyes before setting them back on him.
“I already was once and I’d refuse you even if I was alive.”
“Nice, but I wasn’t ever going to go that far. Marriage really isn’t what I have in mind.”
“Just shut up.”, she says, and suddenly she’s nearer than he had thought. Now or never, right?
Miles puts his hands on her shoulders, cool and smooth skin beneath his fingers, not leaving her time to react; then he kisses her, knowing that since touching her didn’t have any reverse effect, kissing her won’t.
He goes slow at first, just lips against lips; hers are cool as her skin is, but feel soft when he moves his a bit. She opens them up without too much thinking just seconds after and Miles brings a hand to her hair, clean, long and feeling like silk while he savors the way she tastes, fresh and somewhat sweet even if she shouldn’t, not at all counts. But her mouth is not cool, is just as warm as he needs it to be. And yeah, feeling her sigh against his lips and having her hip under his other hand was totally worth all the effort.
When it’s over, her breath is warm against his cheek.
“You aren’t half bad at this.”, she says, sounding thoroughly amused.
“Told you, I’m pretty straightforward with everything I do.”
“Yeah, sure. So you really don’t mind that I’m dead?”
“Hey, I make my living out of dead people.”, he answers, knowing that she will probably roll her eyes at it.
She does roll her eyes, but then she nods and somewhat they both fall to their knees and kiss again. It’s even nicer than the first one and as soon as Miles’ hand goes to the small of her back pushing her against him she goes along.
Well, if making out with the Hottest Chick Ever Existed isn’t the best thing that could ever happen in the Living Dead Island, Miles doesn’t know what it is. Before he forgets about everything else that isn’t Shannon, he remembers to bring some peanuts next time for maybe a sort of picnic. Hey, he’s always been a romantic, very deep down inside.
End.