Lost: "I'm Calling, I'm Falling" (Claire/Boone) CHAPTER 9
Title: I'm Calling, I'm Falling
Chapter: Nine
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Boone/Claire, Boone Carlyle, Claire Littleton
Rating: R
Narrative: Boone's POV, third person
Genre: Romance, Suspense
Length: 11 chapters
Warnings: Gore, smut, strong language
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or the characters
Author's Note: Part 9.
Summary: After the camp is violently attacked by the Others, Boone is left with a Claire in extreme agony and cannot find Shannon anywhere. Part 9.
CHAPTER NINE
Boone recoiled slightly in shock. What was happening? Claire… was kissing him? Boone didn’t understand. She had just received this awful news… so was she just looking for comfort? Like Shannon was just looking for a hit? But Claire… was different. She wouldn’t deliberately hurt him. She wouldn’t do this unless she actually had feelings for him.
“Boone… kiss me.” She whispered. Boone found himself instantly pressing his lips against hers. They felt so soft, he fell in love with them instantly. Their lips comfortably fitted together. Her face was incredibly wet, he could feel her tears stinging his own cheeks. Yet that didn’t put him off. He wanted to kiss her desperately. He wanted to… fuck her. She tasted so good. Better than he had imagined. Like…paradise. Heaven.
Claire ran her tongue along Boone’s lower lip, seeking entry to his mouth. He eagerly let her in, and met her with his own tongue. She grasped his shoulders desperately. He pulled at her waist, and his erection began to press up against her. She pulled away for a second. Boone became nervous. Had he put her off?
“Not here.” She whispered. Boone grinned mischievously. He understood. He whisked her up into his arms, and raced over to her tent. As soon as they were in, their lips were once again together. He lowered her down onto her back, and placed his legs either side of her. She lifted her legs in response and wrapped them around Boone’s waist. She bucked up against him as Boone struggled with her shirt. Claire pulled herself into a sitting position, and raised her arms so Boone easily pulled off her shirt. She then pulled off his, and kissed his bare chest while she worked on the buckle of his jeans. He moaned; and helped Claire pull off his trousers. She lay back as Boone pulled off her trousers, and he gazed at her as she lay on the ground in nothing but her underwear.
“Oh god.” He grinned and she bit her lip. He jumped down on top of her, and began kissing her stomach. She bucked and groaned in pleasure. He placed his hands around her breasts. At the touch, Claire groaned.
“Boone.” She rolled Boone over so that she was on top of him. She ripped off his boxers, and leaned down, lightly kissing Boone on the lips before moving down to bite his neck. He instantly fiddled with Claire’s underwear, and then ran his finger along Claire’ clit. He couldn’t wait any longer. When he entered her, Claire whipped her head back and bit her lip to keep from screaming. As Boone came, he groaned loudly, grasping onto Claire’s waist.
As soon as it was over, Claire fell off Boone, so that she was lying beside him. Despite Boone’s exhaustion, he wanted to hold her. Claire. His Venus. He wrapped his arms around her, and she nestled her head onto his chest.
“Boone?” She asked timidly.
“Hmm?” Boone caressed her hair.
“Was that wrong?”
“No.” He kissed her forehead. “Not at all.”