The Lost Fic Battle 2009
Lost Fic Battle!!!!
I managed to get the prompt list in order much faster than I thought, so it's finally here!
( 1077 Prompts Under the Cut! )
I managed to get the prompt list in order much faster than I thought, so it's finally here!
( 1077 Prompts Under the Cut! )
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his accent deepened with desire.
Jack shook his head. "No."
"Bet you just hated to be one that needed fixing. Bet that's what really hurts," he said, before turning his attention back to the scar, his tongue flicking out to thoroughly taste as if he could take away the permanent reminder with the intimate touch.
Jack shifted and pulled Sawyer back up his body, moving so that Sawyer was pressed down into the bed, Jack's weight keeping him there. He pressed their mouths together, hard, his tongue pushing past Sawyer's lips to taste, wrenching a moan deep from within Sawyer's chest. He pulled back, smiling at the flush that had spread across Sawyer's face. Dipping his head he pressed a kiss to Sawyer's own scar, the edges of the bullet wound made ragged by Sawyer's own hands.
"This hurt more," Jack said. "Hurt because I nearly lost you."
Jack felt Sawyer's hand caress his head as he continued to press kisses to Sawyer's shoulder. "Didn't know you cared... then," Sawyer said.
"Didn't know I did either," Jack whispered. He rose to press a soft chaste kiss to Sawyer's lips, seemingly out of place considering their positions. He rolled his hips, pressing down onto Sawyer's body beneath and smirked at the reaction.
Sawyer's breath hitched. "Glad you worked it out."
"Me too," he said before he moved, this time he kissed a wet trail down Sawyer's body, paying as much attention to the smooth perfect skin as he did the scars that told their story across Sawyer's body.
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Jack shifted and pulled Sawyer back up his body, moving so that Sawyer was pressed down into the bed, Jack's weight keeping him there. He pressed their mouths together, hard, his tongue pushing past Sawyer's lips to taste, wrenching a moan deep from within Sawyer's chest. He pulled back, smiling at the flush that had spread across Sawyer's face. Dipping his head he pressed a kiss to Sawyer's own scar, the edges of the bullet wound made ragged by Sawyer's own hands.
"This hurt more," Jack said. "Hurt because I nearly lost you."
*melts* ♥
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For the other fic - Jack/Sawyer, Sawyer is a tattoo artist. If you could please title that 'Inkworks' and rate it PG.
Sorry to be a bother, and thank you!
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