Fic Or Treat 2008 Begins NOW

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for their eyes only (sun/claire)

[slybrunette]

It’s thanks to Kate that they find the waterfall. She tells Sun, because they’re the closest thing each other’s got to a best friend, and when Claire says she’d like some place to swim and maybe bathe where other people aren’t watching, Sun brings it up to her in private.

And then shows her the way, like some secret passed down the ranks, something shared between the three of them (later, she will find out it is actually four, and that Kate found it with Sawyer, but only when Sawyer catches them one day).

There’s something about the feeling of seclusion, free from the watching eyes of the camp (not that people really watch -- modesty goes away when you have no other choice, but so does people’s self-restraint and ability to keep their wandering eyes under control), that makes it into a regular habit. Coming to this place hidden behind thick brush, with the sound of the water rushing and the birds overhead, is nothing if not calming, a nice respite from the other 30-some survivors left.

The rest was an accident. An accident that had as much to do with this newfound privacy as it did with the way Claire’s face broke out in a grin as she slowly waded into the water, the sun on her face, casting a soft glow on her blonde hair, so different from Sun’s own. They are so very different, and yet share so many similarities. They are the good ones, supposedly, the hearts of the group, the ones who are always friendly, always helpful, usually good-natured. She doesn’t know about Claire, but she knows her own past, and she’s inclined to think Claire isn’t all they think she is either.

About the fifth trip down there Claire’s head pops up from under the water, right next to Sun, and through her laughter, through the high she seems to get from diving off the cliffs around the waterfall, she gets it in her head to place one creamy-skinned hand on Sun’s small tanned shoulder, and press her lips to Sun’s, tentatively, nervously. The rushing of the water matches the rushing in her head as she leans into Claire’s lips, opening her lips to her, her mouth, and one of her own hands falls to Claire’s hip.

And so, in their secluded safe haven, they keep each other afloat, with hands and lips and something called relief.