See what happens when I'm away from LJ for too long. I miss friends' birthdays!!!
Hope you had a wonderful special one, filled with yummy smut and delicious cake. For you I would bake a lovely marble cake, swirls of rich mocha and speckled vanilla bean, drizzled with white chocolate glaze, Happy birthday to you inscribed in the deepest darkest
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Just like a cat, if Jack moved during the night Sawyer would follow him in his sleep and keep close, touching him at all times, as close to cuddling up as Sawyer was capable of.
Sleeping together lead to a number of discoveries, each more surprising than the previous one. Jack had never even seen Sawyer fully naked until that day. They always kept their clothes on, back then. They'd unzip, lower their jeans a few inches down their hips if it was absolutely necessary and that was it. He'd never seen Sawyer's knees, the childhood scar on the left one had been a mystery to him until that night. Jack would have never thought of asking Sawyer for anything beyond "harder", "deeper" or "get on down on your knees so I can fuck you". Until they started sleeping together for real - instead of it being a mere euphemism, they didn't really know each other.
Neither one of them had been willing or brave enough to be the first to open his eyes on that warm morning. The soft light was typical of an overcast day on the island, the air was cold by their tropical standards. goosebumps on their skin, having drawn close and closer to each other for warmth. each knowing that the other was awake but eyes remain stubbornly closed. Both men let their bodies go through the motions while they keep their eyes closed, the one final layer of protection as they make love.
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