Sawyer/Kate: Learning To Stumble Together, Chapter 1/?
Title: Learning To Stumble Together
Fandom / Pairing: Lost, Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13 for now
Word Count: 909
Summary: set in the last hour of The End,
Their connection wasn't fate, written in the stars, or any such cheesy bullshit. It was real, complicated, at times frustrating as hell, but at the end of the day much more rewarding than any fairy tale.
Learning To Stumble Together
„So it was him all along, wasn't it?“ James Ford had spent the last half an hour trudging through the jungle, trying to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened and getting nowhere, and her determined silence was driving him crazy.
As she didn't answer, didn't even look at him, he went on, getting more and more frustrated with every word: „The hero getting the girl, I shoulda seen it coming. What the hell was I thinking? It's just like you said: I never stood a chance against the doc. Guess I should have taken your word for it. But the way you were...“ He had to swallow hard, twice, before continuing. „...the way you were kissing me, I really thought there was something there.“ Avoiding his searching eyes, she quickened her pace. „Was that all just a game to you?“, he yelled at her, unable to detain his anger any longer. He felt like running after her, tackling her to the ground, pinning her down and not letting her go until she told him everything, anything. Three years ago he would have done just that, without a second thought, but now he was a changed man. Level-headed, dependable, cowardly, pathetic. Lost in helpless aggravation, he stood there shouting at her retreating form, as if she alone could make sense of this whole mess. „I was right that you'd just bounce back to Jack! You come back here, pretending to give a damn about me, fucking everything up, just to decide at the last minute that he was the one for you all along? We made love, goddammit!“, he burst out.
Kate stood, frozen in place. He waited for her to turn around, glare at him with those piercing green eyes, and throw all his accusations back in his face. But she didn't move.
What had they become? Every fiber of his being ached at the sight of the gaping abyss between them. They had been partners in crime, at each other's throats half of the time and in each other's arms the rest of the time, bickering friends, flirting like crazy, lovers learning to stumble together... And now they were like strangers.
Remembering them hurt, hurt like hell, and in that moment he wanted her to feel the same pain that gnawed away at his soul. „I asked if you loved me and you kissed me, and I thought that meant 'I do'. But you were just screwing with me.“ He gave a grim snort and started walking towards her. „Did you fuck me because I was gonna die? Or to make St. Jack jealous? Look at me, dammit!“ The last words he shouted at her, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and spinning her around.
She was crying. By the look of her red, puffy eyes and her tear-stained cheeks had been for a while. And she hadn't made a sound. As he stood there, too surprised to do anything, she punched him in the ribs, once, twice, screaming in his face: „You jumped! You didn't want to be with me! You played house with her!“ Before she could land a third hit he caught her wrists, held them tight... „You wanted to be al...“ ...and silenced her by crashing his mouth on hers.
After a moment of hesitation she gave in to his onslaught of feverish sensuality, parting her lips and allowing him access to the delicious warmth of her mouth. When he teased the tip of her tongue with his, a soft moan escaped her, and he swallowed the sound. It tasted like strawberries.
Suddenly she pulled away. Trying to catch her breath, she stared at him in disbelief, or was it realization?
He took in the sight of her: her slightly flushed cheeks, the cascade of curls framing her face, all of her. She was so incredibly beautiful. How did he ever think he could forget about her? Their connection wasn't fate, written in the stars, or any such cheesy bullshit. It was real, complicated, at times frustrating as hell, but at the end of the day much more rewarding than any fairy tale.
Juliet had been right. They had been living a lie. He had loved her, but their love was based on two people needing something to hold on to, not the raw chemistry he shared with Kate. Maybe he had been a better man with Juliet, but he hadn't been an honest man. Was it similar for Kate with Jack?
“Freckles”, he whispered hoarsely, placed one hand on the side of her neck and gently brushed his thumb over her ear, then her cheek. And Kate smiled like only she could.
Fandom / Pairing: Lost, Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13 for now
Word Count: 909
Summary: set in the last hour of The End,
Their connection wasn't fate, written in the stars, or any such cheesy bullshit. It was real, complicated, at times frustrating as hell, but at the end of the day much more rewarding than any fairy tale.
Learning To Stumble Together
„So it was him all along, wasn't it?“ James Ford had spent the last half an hour trudging through the jungle, trying to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened and getting nowhere, and her determined silence was driving him crazy.
As she didn't answer, didn't even look at him, he went on, getting more and more frustrated with every word: „The hero getting the girl, I shoulda seen it coming. What the hell was I thinking? It's just like you said: I never stood a chance against the doc. Guess I should have taken your word for it. But the way you were...“ He had to swallow hard, twice, before continuing. „...the way you were kissing me, I really thought there was something there.“ Avoiding his searching eyes, she quickened her pace. „Was that all just a game to you?“, he yelled at her, unable to detain his anger any longer. He felt like running after her, tackling her to the ground, pinning her down and not letting her go until she told him everything, anything. Three years ago he would have done just that, without a second thought, but now he was a changed man. Level-headed, dependable, cowardly, pathetic. Lost in helpless aggravation, he stood there shouting at her retreating form, as if she alone could make sense of this whole mess. „I was right that you'd just bounce back to Jack! You come back here, pretending to give a damn about me, fucking everything up, just to decide at the last minute that he was the one for you all along? We made love, goddammit!“, he burst out.
Kate stood, frozen in place. He waited for her to turn around, glare at him with those piercing green eyes, and throw all his accusations back in his face. But she didn't move.
What had they become? Every fiber of his being ached at the sight of the gaping abyss between them. They had been partners in crime, at each other's throats half of the time and in each other's arms the rest of the time, bickering friends, flirting like crazy, lovers learning to stumble together... And now they were like strangers.
Remembering them hurt, hurt like hell, and in that moment he wanted her to feel the same pain that gnawed away at his soul. „I asked if you loved me and you kissed me, and I thought that meant 'I do'. But you were just screwing with me.“ He gave a grim snort and started walking towards her. „Did you fuck me because I was gonna die? Or to make St. Jack jealous? Look at me, dammit!“ The last words he shouted at her, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and spinning her around.
She was crying. By the look of her red, puffy eyes and her tear-stained cheeks had been for a while. And she hadn't made a sound. As he stood there, too surprised to do anything, she punched him in the ribs, once, twice, screaming in his face: „You jumped! You didn't want to be with me! You played house with her!“ Before she could land a third hit he caught her wrists, held them tight... „You wanted to be al...“ ...and silenced her by crashing his mouth on hers.
After a moment of hesitation she gave in to his onslaught of feverish sensuality, parting her lips and allowing him access to the delicious warmth of her mouth. When he teased the tip of her tongue with his, a soft moan escaped her, and he swallowed the sound. It tasted like strawberries.
Suddenly she pulled away. Trying to catch her breath, she stared at him in disbelief, or was it realization?
He took in the sight of her: her slightly flushed cheeks, the cascade of curls framing her face, all of her. She was so incredibly beautiful. How did he ever think he could forget about her? Their connection wasn't fate, written in the stars, or any such cheesy bullshit. It was real, complicated, at times frustrating as hell, but at the end of the day much more rewarding than any fairy tale.
Juliet had been right. They had been living a lie. He had loved her, but their love was based on two people needing something to hold on to, not the raw chemistry he shared with Kate. Maybe he had been a better man with Juliet, but he hadn't been an honest man. Was it similar for Kate with Jack?
“Freckles”, he whispered hoarsely, placed one hand on the side of her neck and gently brushed his thumb over her ear, then her cheek. And Kate smiled like only she could.