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Old fics I did earlier in the week for Lost Femmeslash Fic Battle.
Title: Some Things Even Siblings Shouldn't Share
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Achara/Claire
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They never see the confused, rebellious teenager with the jet black hair, two steps away from turning goth. They never knew her.
Claire has a tattoo that very few will ever see. Not that anyone’s looking. When people look at Claire they see the friendly, bubbly blonde mother. They don’t see the confused, rebellious teenager with the jet black hair, two steps away from turning goth. They never knew her.
It made sense after all. She worked at a hybrid tattoo and piercing parlor. People were either walking around with six or seven piercings or they had a tattoo.
There was a girl, foreign, pretty in a unique, exotic way, that worked there for awhile. Her name was Achara, she was from Thailand, and that was pretty much all Claire ever really knew about her. That and when she got to work she treated each and every tattoo like art, like someone’s skin was her own personal canvas and these were mainly pastels.
It was all very erotic, Claire decided, and she wasn’t surprised to see more than a few guys getting a hard on right there in the chair. Achara must not have been either; she fucked a few of them in the back of the parlor.
That’s what made Claire less shy when, in the midst of closing up for the day, she grabbed Achara and pressed her lips to the other woman’s, giving in when Achara manipulated the situation, switching their positions so that Claire was up against the wall and Achara’s hand was free to work its way up Claire’s shirt, cupping her breast.
Their hips meet odd angles and their teeth clash but it was the novelty of this that made it special. It wasn’t very much like Claire at all, and yet here she was, giving just as good as she was getting.
She comes with a loud moan and a shudder against the wall, and thanks her lucky stars that they’re the only ones there.
A week later Achara up and disappears and Claire never hears from - or of - her again.
Until the island. And on the sandy beaches of an island in the South Pacific, Claire asks Jack about where he got his tattoos, part of this getting to know each other thing that she’s instigated now that she’s found out she has a brother she never knew about, and he tells her a story of a tattoo artist from Thailand.
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Title: Soak Up The Sun
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Shannon, Libby
Word Count: 358
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Follow up to this.
“Does it seem like it takes longer to tan here?” Shannon flips over so she’s lying on her stomach, works the ties of her bikini top so that it falls to the ground beneath her. She hates tan lines.
“Maybe you’re just not noticing as much of a change anymore.” Libby answers from beside her, straightening out the towel underneath her. “It seems like all we do is lay out and tan.”
“You got a better idea?” Shannon asks, even if she does have a point. They spend a lot of time soaking up the sun but for Shannon it’s not really much of a change.
“Not really.” Libby’s eyes travel down the beach, then, “Who do you think she’s burying?”
Shannon watches the blue eyed blonde who is digging graves next to a rather large, rather 70s bus, with a sort of half-interested stare. “No idea. It’s hard to keep track of all the new people. Aren’t those the Others?”
“I think so.” Libby replies, casually. Very little affects them nowadays; it’s usually only with mild curiosity that they watch things. Tanning, right in the midst of things, there but not, gives them front row seats. “You think they’re actually going to get rescued?”
“The chances of that happening are only slightly better than Kate actually making up her mind and picking a guy.” Shannon tells her. Also known as non-existent.
“Then what would we do for entertainment? This is better than a soap opera.” Libby leans over, towards her, points to where Sawyer stands, then to Juliet. “Those two have chemistry.”
“They all do.” Shannon nods her head in agreement, wishing for sunglasses to block out the sun. “They should all just get together and have a foursome. Now that would be entertainment.”
Libby chuckles, and they fall into comfortable silence for a few brief moments before Libby asks, turning serious, “Do you really think they aren’t going to get rescued?”
Shannon merely shrugs. “I don’t think it really matters.” Libby gives her a look, she knows, without even having to see her face, and it isn’t a pleasant one. “It’s too late for us anyways.”
Title: Some Things Even Siblings Shouldn't Share
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Achara/Claire
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They never see the confused, rebellious teenager with the jet black hair, two steps away from turning goth. They never knew her.
Claire has a tattoo that very few will ever see. Not that anyone’s looking. When people look at Claire they see the friendly, bubbly blonde mother. They don’t see the confused, rebellious teenager with the jet black hair, two steps away from turning goth. They never knew her.
It made sense after all. She worked at a hybrid tattoo and piercing parlor. People were either walking around with six or seven piercings or they had a tattoo.
There was a girl, foreign, pretty in a unique, exotic way, that worked there for awhile. Her name was Achara, she was from Thailand, and that was pretty much all Claire ever really knew about her. That and when she got to work she treated each and every tattoo like art, like someone’s skin was her own personal canvas and these were mainly pastels.
It was all very erotic, Claire decided, and she wasn’t surprised to see more than a few guys getting a hard on right there in the chair. Achara must not have been either; she fucked a few of them in the back of the parlor.
That’s what made Claire less shy when, in the midst of closing up for the day, she grabbed Achara and pressed her lips to the other woman’s, giving in when Achara manipulated the situation, switching their positions so that Claire was up against the wall and Achara’s hand was free to work its way up Claire’s shirt, cupping her breast.
Their hips meet odd angles and their teeth clash but it was the novelty of this that made it special. It wasn’t very much like Claire at all, and yet here she was, giving just as good as she was getting.
She comes with a loud moan and a shudder against the wall, and thanks her lucky stars that they’re the only ones there.
A week later Achara up and disappears and Claire never hears from - or of - her again.
Until the island. And on the sandy beaches of an island in the South Pacific, Claire asks Jack about where he got his tattoos, part of this getting to know each other thing that she’s instigated now that she’s found out she has a brother she never knew about, and he tells her a story of a tattoo artist from Thailand.
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Title: Soak Up The Sun
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Shannon, Libby
Word Count: 358
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Follow up to this.
“Does it seem like it takes longer to tan here?” Shannon flips over so she’s lying on her stomach, works the ties of her bikini top so that it falls to the ground beneath her. She hates tan lines.
“Maybe you’re just not noticing as much of a change anymore.” Libby answers from beside her, straightening out the towel underneath her. “It seems like all we do is lay out and tan.”
“You got a better idea?” Shannon asks, even if she does have a point. They spend a lot of time soaking up the sun but for Shannon it’s not really much of a change.
“Not really.” Libby’s eyes travel down the beach, then, “Who do you think she’s burying?”
Shannon watches the blue eyed blonde who is digging graves next to a rather large, rather 70s bus, with a sort of half-interested stare. “No idea. It’s hard to keep track of all the new people. Aren’t those the Others?”
“I think so.” Libby replies, casually. Very little affects them nowadays; it’s usually only with mild curiosity that they watch things. Tanning, right in the midst of things, there but not, gives them front row seats. “You think they’re actually going to get rescued?”
“The chances of that happening are only slightly better than Kate actually making up her mind and picking a guy.” Shannon tells her. Also known as non-existent.
“Then what would we do for entertainment? This is better than a soap opera.” Libby leans over, towards her, points to where Sawyer stands, then to Juliet. “Those two have chemistry.”
“They all do.” Shannon nods her head in agreement, wishing for sunglasses to block out the sun. “They should all just get together and have a foursome. Now that would be entertainment.”
Libby chuckles, and they fall into comfortable silence for a few brief moments before Libby asks, turning serious, “Do you really think they aren’t going to get rescued?”
Shannon merely shrugs. “I don’t think it really matters.” Libby gives her a look, she knows, without even having to see her face, and it isn’t a pleasant one. “It’s too late for us anyways.”