Collected Short Fics (Charlotte/Daniel, Jack/Juliet, Miles)
Title: Collected Short Fics
Characters: Charlotte, Daniel, Jack, Juliet, Miles
Pairing: Charlotte/Daniel, Jack/Juliet
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Spoilers: Season 4, Season 5
A/N:. Series of short fics I did for various memes, collected in one place for my own convenience (and possibly yours).
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Jack/Juliet - (prompt: why can't you be more like my shower massager)
Juliet has been fine for three years, but every movement of Jack’s body against hers reminds her that there is something more than fine, something out there that’s better and worse all at once; afterward, she tries to catch her breath, feeling disoriented, because somehow Jack has managed to drag her back into the world without ever having gotten her off the island.
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Miles & the Freighties - (prompt: poker face)
“This is the worst game of strip poker I’ve ever played,” Miles mutters as he bends over in front of a fully clothed Naomi to take off his pants; on the other side of the table, Charlotte snorts and Daniel flashes Miles a smug, slightly drunken smile, “Bet now you wish you wore a tie.”
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Daniel/Charlotte - (prompt: the 70s look good on you)
“Charlotte,” Daniel takes a deep breath as she pulls his tie loose, looking up at the hideous ‘seventies wallpaper like it’s going to disappear from around them any second, and stutters, “Are you sure we should now-uh, I mean-what if there’s another flash?” but she only grins back at him broadly, starting on the buttons of his shirt, “Come on, Dan: Are you telling me you’ve never accidentally flashed anyone before?”
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Daniel/Charlotte - (prompt: don't suppose this is an anthropology lecture)
When Naomi and Miles are gone, Daniel squeezes Charlotte’s hand, shakes his head and murmurs, “Don’t worry: They never listen to me either.”
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Overheard (Jack/Juliet), R
When Jack slides Juliet’s bra from her shoulders, she barely gives him a chance to look at her, pressing against him shyly, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
“You okay?” he raises his eyebrows in surprise as he smooths his hand against her back. Never in a million years would he have picked her for the shy one between them.
“Yeah,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “It’s just-in the Others’ camp, with the cameras, there- there was always somebody watching.” She shivers a little. “I know we’re not there anymore, but I just-I need to feel like we’re alone.”
“Oh.” He wraps his arms around her protectively, his chest constricting as he tries to imagine his three weeks in that camp stretched out to three years.
Later, when he pins her beneath him, they’re wrapped in the blankets that he gave her when she first came to the beach. Outside her tent, someone suddenly giggles, enters into an unintelligible conversation, the other half of which is drowned in the sound of the waves on shore.
At first he’s alarmed, but then Juliet arches against him silently, her mouth opening, her whole face contorted with pleasure, and he realizes she hasn’t heard.
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Characters: Charlotte, Daniel, Jack, Juliet, Miles
Pairing: Charlotte/Daniel, Jack/Juliet
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Spoilers: Season 4, Season 5
A/N:. Series of short fics I did for various memes, collected in one place for my own convenience (and possibly yours).
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Jack/Juliet - (prompt: why can't you be more like my shower massager)
Juliet has been fine for three years, but every movement of Jack’s body against hers reminds her that there is something more than fine, something out there that’s better and worse all at once; afterward, she tries to catch her breath, feeling disoriented, because somehow Jack has managed to drag her back into the world without ever having gotten her off the island.
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Miles & the Freighties - (prompt: poker face)
“This is the worst game of strip poker I’ve ever played,” Miles mutters as he bends over in front of a fully clothed Naomi to take off his pants; on the other side of the table, Charlotte snorts and Daniel flashes Miles a smug, slightly drunken smile, “Bet now you wish you wore a tie.”
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Daniel/Charlotte - (prompt: the 70s look good on you)
“Charlotte,” Daniel takes a deep breath as she pulls his tie loose, looking up at the hideous ‘seventies wallpaper like it’s going to disappear from around them any second, and stutters, “Are you sure we should now-uh, I mean-what if there’s another flash?” but she only grins back at him broadly, starting on the buttons of his shirt, “Come on, Dan: Are you telling me you’ve never accidentally flashed anyone before?”
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Daniel/Charlotte - (prompt: don't suppose this is an anthropology lecture)
When Naomi and Miles are gone, Daniel squeezes Charlotte’s hand, shakes his head and murmurs, “Don’t worry: They never listen to me either.”
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Overheard (Jack/Juliet), R
When Jack slides Juliet’s bra from her shoulders, she barely gives him a chance to look at her, pressing against him shyly, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
“You okay?” he raises his eyebrows in surprise as he smooths his hand against her back. Never in a million years would he have picked her for the shy one between them.
“Yeah,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “It’s just-in the Others’ camp, with the cameras, there- there was always somebody watching.” She shivers a little. “I know we’re not there anymore, but I just-I need to feel like we’re alone.”
“Oh.” He wraps his arms around her protectively, his chest constricting as he tries to imagine his three weeks in that camp stretched out to three years.
Later, when he pins her beneath him, they’re wrapped in the blankets that he gave her when she first came to the beach. Outside her tent, someone suddenly giggles, enters into an unintelligible conversation, the other half of which is drowned in the sound of the waves on shore.
At first he’s alarmed, but then Juliet arches against him silently, her mouth opening, her whole face contorted with pleasure, and he realizes she hasn’t heard.
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END