Lost fic: Incomplete [Jack/Kate/Sawyer, NC17]
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Author's notes: Using for psych_30 #22, libido. Also for fanfic100 #83, And.
Summary: Kate needs them both, now. NC17.
Incomplete
by eponine119
March 26-27, 2006
Curled up against Jack one night, Kate whispered, "I want to ask Sawyer." He didn't reply, but she felt a tremor flow through him and the pulse in his throat throbbed beneath her lips, and it was answer enough.
…
The half-stunned look in Sawyer's eyes mirrored the one he'd had when she suggested he join them. He stood with his shoulders hunched and his head down, more tentative and vulnerable than she'd ever seen him. His long hair parted at the nape of his neck, exposing tender, tanned skin above the collar of the t-shirt he seemed hesitant to remove.
Watching him is a revelation. She never would have guessed, not in a million years. She'd expected him to join right in, to seize the opportunity to take her aggressively away from Jack. Kate never thought she'd have to be the one to go to him, to rub her fingers against that soft skin at the base of his skull and pull his mouth down to hers. She pushes his shirt up, and his fingers cover hers, tugging it over his head and letting it fall. His eyes are dark on hers, his breath quick and heavy. She tugs teasingly at the waistband of his jeans as she steps away, letting her hand trail down. "What are you waiting for?"
Jack is sprawled on the bed, watching them, confidence in every strong line of his body. He's naked like he doesn't care, like it's his pride and his right. There's nothing nervous or yearning about him at all. He's secure in the knowledge that Kate is his, that she will always come back to him the way she does now. He half-rises to meet her with hands that know just where to touch her. She moans and his fingers dig harder.
Then she stops and glances back at Sawyer. He's back to watching with intense eyes, one hand spread against his hip, like he wants to touch himself but won't. Kate holds his gaze for a long moment, raising one eyebrow at him, then turns her head to kiss Jack, mouth open and tongue thrusting, body feeling him but head still filled with Sawyer.
"Touch me," she breathes, and Jack obliges. His hand slips between her legs, where she's already slick. The rough edge of his thumb catches her clit and she gasps, body jerking hard, eyes closing as he rubs with long, maddening strokes and then pushes his fingers up into her where she's wet already, waiting for him.
"Touch me," she groans, a thin whine of desperation in her voice. It's an order meant for Sawyer, as her hips jerk against Jack's hand. And she feels his unfamiliar breath against her back. He barely touches her at all, fingers skimming her breasts like he's afraid she'll burn him. She puts her hands on top of his, forcing him to hold her like she's real, like she won't break. Sawyer's lips press against her shoulder and she sighs. This is what she's wanted. Both of them. To be caught between them.
They shift. Jack slides inside her, filling her slow and hot and hard. She makes a noise because it's good, and he answers her. She crouches over him, knees pulled up. She's the one in control and she makes him wait before she moves. "God, Kate," he says, but his dark eyes are focused past her. On Sawyer.
This is what she wanted. Jack and Sawyer. Together.
She angles against Jack, legs tight, control slipping. His breathing is shallow, in tandem with hers. She can feel it inside as she moves, tipping her ass up and sliding back. "I want you both," she says, and it's another order. "Inside me. Now." Her voice breaks to a whisper at the thought of it.
Sawyer touches her and she tenses. His hand against her spine, warm, testing her. Is this really what she wants? She moves against Jack again, a slow stroke that makes him groan. His eyes are still fixed hotly on Sawyer's. His tongue sweeps his lower lip and Kate closes her eyes, holding her breath. Waiting.
The breath explodes out of her as Sawyer presses into her ass. The whole world goes hot and red and intense. She's never felt like this before, so filled so deep and so satisfied. She can't talk anymore, can't give orders, can't do anything but moan and feel and try not to come yet. Sawyer's hands on her hips meet Jack's and she is there between them. They are both inside her and she is there between them.
Sawyer moves. Thrusts. And it moves her entire body against Jack's. He is fucking both of them, fucking Jack through her. His hands move between their bodies. Rubbing her clit on his way to touch Jack, where Jack's cock enters her body, only for a second.
Jack starts to move. He picks up on Sawyer's rhythm, countering it, like the pulse beating through the alternate chambers of her heart. Leaving her gasping, unable to get her breath between the two of them filling her and withdrawing, moving together in one fluid motion. If only…if only…
Her body tightens, strains. She's going to fly apart or explode or scream, pass out from not breathing, from the ecstasy of it, of them, the three of them together the way it should be. She can't stand it, can't stand this, not being in control, being caught between the two of them.
Sawyer's hands dig into her belly, pulling her hard against him, forcing her upright. Her back arches and her head presses back into his shoulder. Jack's cock is stiff against her g-spot, raw and swollen and tender inside. He's thrusting fast now, shallow and hard, making a hot little grunt she's never heard from him before.
Sawyer sucks at her throat, rough hands imprisoning her against him. She's fighting him now, fighting both of them. Her body shoves forcefully against theirs, muscles clenching. They would hold her here indefinitely between them. The pleasure's too intense for her to bear, it hurts, and she doesn't want it to stop.
The moment rolls on for an eternity, her body pulsing around their bodies within her. The hot downward rush of blood leaves her dizzy and breathless and still teetering on the edge even as she feels her body clenching of its own volition, milking Jack's cock as he surges inside her, hard against Sawyer, and then goes still. The waves of her orgasm contrast sharply to the tight hardness of Sawyer in her ass, intensifying as Sawyer pushes deep and exhales against her ear.
Sawyer withdraws and Kate squeezes her eyes shut at the cry that escapes her, bereft and relieved. His hand ghosts against the curve of her hip. Aftershocks continue to crest through her body, tremors of sizzling pleasure and electricity. Jack cradles her against him. She shudders ecstatically at the sudden friction against her raw, still-swollen skin as he withdraws.
She clings to the heat of Jack's body. She yearns for closeness, for tenderness, something for her heart even half of what her body's been through. She feels incomplete with out it, the way she felt incomplete when it was her and Jack and not Sawyer, two sides of a triangle, not finished yet.
Sawyer's body covers hers and she relaxes. It was his heat and his weight that she craved. His hand digs into her side, the vulnerable spot just below her ribs, and she feels protected, crushed by this tangle of male flesh. Sawyer kisses Jack, openmouthed. Their eyes are closed and Kate watches them from the inside of their embrace. She did this, she thinks excitedly, as the kiss breaks and Sawyer nuzzles into Jack's jaw. Settling in, relaxing too.
It wouldn't have happened without her. Not Jack, not Sawyer, not any of them. In the morning they'll have to go back, back to I and me and Kate and Jack and Sawyer, back to incomplete and less than whole. But for that night, there's only them, there's we, there's us.
end
Author's notes: Using for psych_30 #22, libido. Also for fanfic100 #83, And.
Summary: Kate needs them both, now. NC17.
Incomplete
by eponine119
March 26-27, 2006
Curled up against Jack one night, Kate whispered, "I want to ask Sawyer." He didn't reply, but she felt a tremor flow through him and the pulse in his throat throbbed beneath her lips, and it was answer enough.
…
The half-stunned look in Sawyer's eyes mirrored the one he'd had when she suggested he join them. He stood with his shoulders hunched and his head down, more tentative and vulnerable than she'd ever seen him. His long hair parted at the nape of his neck, exposing tender, tanned skin above the collar of the t-shirt he seemed hesitant to remove.
Watching him is a revelation. She never would have guessed, not in a million years. She'd expected him to join right in, to seize the opportunity to take her aggressively away from Jack. Kate never thought she'd have to be the one to go to him, to rub her fingers against that soft skin at the base of his skull and pull his mouth down to hers. She pushes his shirt up, and his fingers cover hers, tugging it over his head and letting it fall. His eyes are dark on hers, his breath quick and heavy. She tugs teasingly at the waistband of his jeans as she steps away, letting her hand trail down. "What are you waiting for?"
Jack is sprawled on the bed, watching them, confidence in every strong line of his body. He's naked like he doesn't care, like it's his pride and his right. There's nothing nervous or yearning about him at all. He's secure in the knowledge that Kate is his, that she will always come back to him the way she does now. He half-rises to meet her with hands that know just where to touch her. She moans and his fingers dig harder.
Then she stops and glances back at Sawyer. He's back to watching with intense eyes, one hand spread against his hip, like he wants to touch himself but won't. Kate holds his gaze for a long moment, raising one eyebrow at him, then turns her head to kiss Jack, mouth open and tongue thrusting, body feeling him but head still filled with Sawyer.
"Touch me," she breathes, and Jack obliges. His hand slips between her legs, where she's already slick. The rough edge of his thumb catches her clit and she gasps, body jerking hard, eyes closing as he rubs with long, maddening strokes and then pushes his fingers up into her where she's wet already, waiting for him.
"Touch me," she groans, a thin whine of desperation in her voice. It's an order meant for Sawyer, as her hips jerk against Jack's hand. And she feels his unfamiliar breath against her back. He barely touches her at all, fingers skimming her breasts like he's afraid she'll burn him. She puts her hands on top of his, forcing him to hold her like she's real, like she won't break. Sawyer's lips press against her shoulder and she sighs. This is what she's wanted. Both of them. To be caught between them.
They shift. Jack slides inside her, filling her slow and hot and hard. She makes a noise because it's good, and he answers her. She crouches over him, knees pulled up. She's the one in control and she makes him wait before she moves. "God, Kate," he says, but his dark eyes are focused past her. On Sawyer.
This is what she wanted. Jack and Sawyer. Together.
She angles against Jack, legs tight, control slipping. His breathing is shallow, in tandem with hers. She can feel it inside as she moves, tipping her ass up and sliding back. "I want you both," she says, and it's another order. "Inside me. Now." Her voice breaks to a whisper at the thought of it.
Sawyer touches her and she tenses. His hand against her spine, warm, testing her. Is this really what she wants? She moves against Jack again, a slow stroke that makes him groan. His eyes are still fixed hotly on Sawyer's. His tongue sweeps his lower lip and Kate closes her eyes, holding her breath. Waiting.
The breath explodes out of her as Sawyer presses into her ass. The whole world goes hot and red and intense. She's never felt like this before, so filled so deep and so satisfied. She can't talk anymore, can't give orders, can't do anything but moan and feel and try not to come yet. Sawyer's hands on her hips meet Jack's and she is there between them. They are both inside her and she is there between them.
Sawyer moves. Thrusts. And it moves her entire body against Jack's. He is fucking both of them, fucking Jack through her. His hands move between their bodies. Rubbing her clit on his way to touch Jack, where Jack's cock enters her body, only for a second.
Jack starts to move. He picks up on Sawyer's rhythm, countering it, like the pulse beating through the alternate chambers of her heart. Leaving her gasping, unable to get her breath between the two of them filling her and withdrawing, moving together in one fluid motion. If only…if only…
Her body tightens, strains. She's going to fly apart or explode or scream, pass out from not breathing, from the ecstasy of it, of them, the three of them together the way it should be. She can't stand it, can't stand this, not being in control, being caught between the two of them.
Sawyer's hands dig into her belly, pulling her hard against him, forcing her upright. Her back arches and her head presses back into his shoulder. Jack's cock is stiff against her g-spot, raw and swollen and tender inside. He's thrusting fast now, shallow and hard, making a hot little grunt she's never heard from him before.
Sawyer sucks at her throat, rough hands imprisoning her against him. She's fighting him now, fighting both of them. Her body shoves forcefully against theirs, muscles clenching. They would hold her here indefinitely between them. The pleasure's too intense for her to bear, it hurts, and she doesn't want it to stop.
The moment rolls on for an eternity, her body pulsing around their bodies within her. The hot downward rush of blood leaves her dizzy and breathless and still teetering on the edge even as she feels her body clenching of its own volition, milking Jack's cock as he surges inside her, hard against Sawyer, and then goes still. The waves of her orgasm contrast sharply to the tight hardness of Sawyer in her ass, intensifying as Sawyer pushes deep and exhales against her ear.
Sawyer withdraws and Kate squeezes her eyes shut at the cry that escapes her, bereft and relieved. His hand ghosts against the curve of her hip. Aftershocks continue to crest through her body, tremors of sizzling pleasure and electricity. Jack cradles her against him. She shudders ecstatically at the sudden friction against her raw, still-swollen skin as he withdraws.
She clings to the heat of Jack's body. She yearns for closeness, for tenderness, something for her heart even half of what her body's been through. She feels incomplete with out it, the way she felt incomplete when it was her and Jack and not Sawyer, two sides of a triangle, not finished yet.
Sawyer's body covers hers and she relaxes. It was his heat and his weight that she craved. His hand digs into her side, the vulnerable spot just below her ribs, and she feels protected, crushed by this tangle of male flesh. Sawyer kisses Jack, openmouthed. Their eyes are closed and Kate watches them from the inside of their embrace. She did this, she thinks excitedly, as the kiss breaks and Sawyer nuzzles into Jack's jaw. Settling in, relaxing too.
It wouldn't have happened without her. Not Jack, not Sawyer, not any of them. In the morning they'll have to go back, back to I and me and Kate and Jack and Sawyer, back to incomplete and less than whole. But for that night, there's only them, there's we, there's us.
end