And She Might Be Real
Title: And She Might Be Real
Summary: Real or fake, she was here.
Pairing: Richard/Alex
Rating: R
Notes: This is for lostkinkmeme. I couldn't resist a saidstic!Alex and Richard. Someone wanted smoke!Alex and Richard, but despite all the AU I have in me, that wouldn't make sense. So here's my twist on the request.
His chest ached and when he coughed he could taste blood. A normal man would have died. Richard closed his eyes. Whatever he was, a headache could still shut him down for the rest of the day, and he didn't want to move. He'd said no to John Locke. To Esau. To whatever he was. And he couldn't convince Ford to come with him. But he could have this moment, here in the woods. And he could have this peace.
He heard Alex before he saw her, but he didn't know who she was at first. Her hair was a tangle of rats nests and curls, and her face was strangely set, a twisted smile on her face. She was an illusion, that's all. Esau had done this too often. She was an illusion made by him and Richard would not fall for it. But even the wild look in her eyes could not stop him from remembering how lovely she'd been.
She was silent as she stepped toward him and he couldn't say no to her when she pushed her lips against his and sucked away the blood, dipped her tongue across the inside of his cheek and invited him to taste her teeth. He placed his hands cautiously on her back. Esau's illusions were always dementedly real. Real and solid and suddenly not what you thought they were. He wondered briefly if she was alive, but knew better. It had been too long. She was dead. As dead as this kiss was real. But he relished in it and let it consume him.
Esau was still trying.
Without speaking, she slipped the buttons on his shirt away and dragged her nails down his chest. The dark hair was sticky with bloody. She didn't seem to mind. She leaned in close to his ear and he could feel just how wrong all of this was. How strange and unreal it was. How wonderful it was. He needed her and this and could remember the little girl swinging with Ben pushing her and wanted her all the more.
In his own twisted way, he'd always wanted her.
She'd had enough of her own teasing and bit down on his lips and undid his pants. Still no words. Her voice missing. She was wearing a tattered dress and no panties. An illusion. For him. This had been the point all along. And even though falling for it would be his final fall from grace, his last original sin, he knew, very clearly, he could atone and do it all over again.
She gasped and it was a noise and it was her voice. He stopped as he entered her and looked straight into her eyes.
"Alex." She grinned and kissed him, hard, and forced herself along his length. He shuddered and leaned against the tree and held her close. Alive or dead, real or fake, he could feel a body in his arms and hear her voice and she said his name. Her voice. Saying his name. That bizarre strength, for a brief moment, vanished, and she looked at him and there was honesty there as she tensed and collapsed against him. A few brief seconds and he released inside her and set her down.
"He wants you."
"I know." She smiled and helped him dress himself.
"But you won't go, will you?" And it sounded more like a command than anything else. He was surprised.
"Alex...are you...is this-" She placed a finger over his lips.
"Does it matter?"
"No." She nodded and kissed him.
"Goodbye Richard."
Summary: Real or fake, she was here.
Pairing: Richard/Alex
Rating: R
Notes: This is for lostkinkmeme. I couldn't resist a saidstic!Alex and Richard. Someone wanted smoke!Alex and Richard, but despite all the AU I have in me, that wouldn't make sense. So here's my twist on the request.
His chest ached and when he coughed he could taste blood. A normal man would have died. Richard closed his eyes. Whatever he was, a headache could still shut him down for the rest of the day, and he didn't want to move. He'd said no to John Locke. To Esau. To whatever he was. And he couldn't convince Ford to come with him. But he could have this moment, here in the woods. And he could have this peace.
He heard Alex before he saw her, but he didn't know who she was at first. Her hair was a tangle of rats nests and curls, and her face was strangely set, a twisted smile on her face. She was an illusion, that's all. Esau had done this too often. She was an illusion made by him and Richard would not fall for it. But even the wild look in her eyes could not stop him from remembering how lovely she'd been.
She was silent as she stepped toward him and he couldn't say no to her when she pushed her lips against his and sucked away the blood, dipped her tongue across the inside of his cheek and invited him to taste her teeth. He placed his hands cautiously on her back. Esau's illusions were always dementedly real. Real and solid and suddenly not what you thought they were. He wondered briefly if she was alive, but knew better. It had been too long. She was dead. As dead as this kiss was real. But he relished in it and let it consume him.
Esau was still trying.
Without speaking, she slipped the buttons on his shirt away and dragged her nails down his chest. The dark hair was sticky with bloody. She didn't seem to mind. She leaned in close to his ear and he could feel just how wrong all of this was. How strange and unreal it was. How wonderful it was. He needed her and this and could remember the little girl swinging with Ben pushing her and wanted her all the more.
In his own twisted way, he'd always wanted her.
She'd had enough of her own teasing and bit down on his lips and undid his pants. Still no words. Her voice missing. She was wearing a tattered dress and no panties. An illusion. For him. This had been the point all along. And even though falling for it would be his final fall from grace, his last original sin, he knew, very clearly, he could atone and do it all over again.
She gasped and it was a noise and it was her voice. He stopped as he entered her and looked straight into her eyes.
"Alex." She grinned and kissed him, hard, and forced herself along his length. He shuddered and leaned against the tree and held her close. Alive or dead, real or fake, he could feel a body in his arms and hear her voice and she said his name. Her voice. Saying his name. That bizarre strength, for a brief moment, vanished, and she looked at him and there was honesty there as she tensed and collapsed against him. A few brief seconds and he released inside her and set her down.
"He wants you."
"I know." She smiled and helped him dress himself.
"But you won't go, will you?" And it sounded more like a command than anything else. He was surprised.
"Alex...are you...is this-" She placed a finger over his lips.
"Does it matter?"
"No." She nodded and kissed him.
"Goodbye Richard."