Fic, Lost. Days Aren't Long Enough (Desmond/Penny), R, for 10_shakespeare
So yes, that scene so ate my mind that I spent half of last night in a sort of writing frenzy and still totally high from the joys that Des/Penny brings shippers. So yes, I need to get this out before I get all chocked up on watching it again.
Title: Days Aren't Long Enough
Characters/Pairing: Desmond/Penny
Rating: R
Disclaimer: For once the same thing would have happened if they were mine, but they aren't, trust me.
Word count: 1600
Spoilers: For There's No Place Like Home 2 and 3.
Summary: The week on Penny's boat before the Oceanic Six leave.
A/N: Using for 10_shakespeare, "We that are true lovers run into strange capers.". Title stolen from a Steve Earle song. Not totally angst free, but well, it's mostly happy stuff. Now I hope I didn't get too sappy here but I said it, I'm totally high on that scene and in a total I want them too make out till there's no tomorrow mood, so well, I warned. Won for best het fic at lost_fic_awards, May 2008.
Night Zero
Night zero is when Sayid tells Jack that there’s going to be time to talk; so Penny doesn’t talk with him, and she heads to her cabin, her hand in Desmond’s.
Night zero is when they don’t talk, at least not much; everything they say is a variation on the I love you and I missed you so much themes, but most of the time, they lay on her bed and kiss.
The bed is just for one person, but in the end it’s better like this; there’s less space and the last thing they want is any kind of space between them.
During night one, they just kiss and nothing more; at the start it’s mostly slow, just pecks or maybe slow caresses, their lips moving in unison and almost melting against each other. Then sometimes it becomes rushed, a few times Desmond just pins her to the bed, his body covering hers, kissing her like there’s no tomorrow, then a few other times it’s her on top of him, her hands touching every inch of his skin that her fingers find.
They kiss for hours; Desmond only counts two 108 minutes intervals before he loses track of time.
Day One
Day one is when they can’t spend a second without touching each other. Penny’s hands are on Desmond’s hips or his shoulders or on his nape while he changes from his island clothes to something more appropriated (well, it’s one of Henrik’s sweatshirts, but it fits just fine). They walk around the ship and they hold hands all the time, they sit next to each other at the small table in the boat kitchen and Desmond’s hand is always on the small of Penny’s back.
They’re aware that they look like lovesick teenagers but everyone else can’t help smiling when seeing them even when not looking too in a good mood seconds before. Penny doesn’t remember Desmond ever looking so happy since the time she met him at Eddington and well, she guesses she looks pretty beaming herself. Penny just can’t get enough of the feeling of Desmond’s fingers running slowly along her skin, much more rough than she could remember but feeling just as right as it did. That night they just fall into bed holding each other close, her face buried against his neck, her lips feeling the salt taste that seems to have become one with his skin.
Day Two
Day two is when Penny talks.
She fills him on every single thing that happened since he her at the stadium. She tells him about the wedding she called off a week before the date, she tells him that she almost doesn’t speak to her father anymore, she tells him how she hired that research team and how they detected the anomaly, she tells him how she had been in London always alert and ready to catch any transmission on any sequence coming from that zone. She tells him about when and how she spoke with Charlie, about the phone call, about how she caught the first plane to Fiji when her ship tracked the freighter.
When she mentions Charlie, he bends his head and the expression in his eyes crosses that bridge that goes from happiness to sadness for the first time, but he says that it’s enough talking for one day, he’ll explain her tomorrow and well, could they please just hold each other for a while?
She doesn’t question him and nods, her arms closing around his shoulders, his face buried in her neck; then her fingers thread through his hair. It’s just as right as ever.
Day Three
Day three is when Desmond talks.
He fills her on every single thing that happened since he left on that boat. He tells her about Kelvin and about the hatch, about the button and about the three years spent underground. He tells her about what happened when he found out what Kevin was up to and the squeeze she gives his hand is more than he had dared to hope, Penny can sense it. He tells her about being alone down there for forty days or so, he tells her that until he came on this boat he couldn’t sleep without waking up every 108 minutes, he tells her about the failsafe key (and it’s how she found him, isn’t that just ironic?), he tells her about the flashes and about Charlie and about what happened on that boat the day he called her and the ones after, until she picked them up.
He’s shaking by the end of the speech and she just nods at him and takes his hand.
She can’t even imagine half of what he has been through and she guesses he’s far from alright, really, but it’s fine. It’s fine and they’ll sort it together.
Day Four
During the evening of day four she goes to have a talk with Henrik and when she’s back she finds Desmond sitting on the bed and he’s crying. Though he’s very quiet about it since she can barely hear him. He says he’s sorry but at one point he just felt like he couldn’t not and he hoped for it to be over before she came back. She just shakes her head and tells him that she won’t let him stay silent. Not now.
He tells her that there were things he should have done and didn’t, a vision that had to come true but didn’t, something that should have happened but didn’t, a list he lost at sea and couldn’t give and he has tried not to think about it until now because it just hurt too much. He tells her pretty much everything; before he can say that in the end she probably made the wrong choice she silences him saying she isn’t going anywhere. She didn’t expect him to come back a flawless hero anyway. Whatever unfinished business he has, she’ll help him through it if she can. If his lips taste like salt, she doesn’t care.
Day Five
During day five she changes the sheets of the bed while he’s talking with Sayid in the afternoon. She opens the drawer and curses because she really didn’t bring any clothing which could be described as remotely nice and well, she’d like to wear something nice this evening. She settles on a pair of jeans and a nice short sleeved white shirt, simple but she hopes effective.
The night of day five is when he pushes every button open while she lays on the bed, the sheets clean and crispy while her fingers grip the fabric; it’s when her hands really touch him everywhere, when his body is solid and there against hers, when his hands shake while framing her face and his lips leave a trail of kisses everywhere along her neck and shoulders, when his whole body trembles without control as soon as he’s inside her and she grips his hips instead of the sheet. They come at the same moment, while he’s kissing her like he’s starved for it and she does the same, her nails scratching his back. She savors the ocean on his lips and she had never thought that salt could taste so sweet.
Day Six
Day six is discussing the details of the set up; while no one seems to like the solution much, they agree that going along with it is in everyone’s best interests. So they lay out a plan, maps at hand. Penny tells Frank that he can stay there, Henrik probably could do with some company; Frank eyes him, pacing nervously around the deck, laughs and says it’s fine.
During day six, Penny talks with everyone. She tries to get Sayid to give her some blackmail material for anything stupid Desmond could have done on the freighter; the most she comes up with is that he actually spent a day muttering sodding lima beans. Jack and Kate tell her about when they found him in the hatch, Hurley tells her about the flashes business. Sun doesn’t really talk much, but Penny knows and doesn’t pressure her.
When on the night six she’s back in the cabin, on top of him, fingers trailing across his face, she’s amazed at the number of details she can see in his eyes even if he isn’t aware of it. There are so many stories he has to tell; she can’t wait to hear them all.
Day Seven
Day seven is when they say goodbye. She feels somewhat sad when giving Aaron back to Kate; when the raft is gone, she turns to Desmond, searching his hand with her own.
“Do you think we’ll have to wait another life to see them again?”
He shakes his head.
“Nay, I really don’t.”
She decides that believing it is more convenient. She turns and they kiss again, slow and full and sweet, a soft breeze blowing around them.
When they part she smiles.
“Jesus, it’s been a week already? It feels like you left a month ago.”
“I wish I could say that. God, three years. Guess we’ll never catch up on that, yeah?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. We have some long days ahead, you know.”
Desmond’s hand goes to her face, his thumb running across her jaw like that day two years ago.
“Days aren’t really long enough.”, he says, his voice shaking.
Desmond holds her then, almost crushing her against him; she does the same and yes, days aren’t long enough but it’s not important right now. They have so many days in front of them; she knows they’ll make good use of every moment.
End.
Title: Days Aren't Long Enough
Characters/Pairing: Desmond/Penny
Rating: R
Disclaimer: For once the same thing would have happened if they were mine, but they aren't, trust me.
Word count: 1600
Spoilers: For There's No Place Like Home 2 and 3.
Summary: The week on Penny's boat before the Oceanic Six leave.
A/N: Using for 10_shakespeare, "We that are true lovers run into strange capers.". Title stolen from a Steve Earle song. Not totally angst free, but well, it's mostly happy stuff. Now I hope I didn't get too sappy here but I said it, I'm totally high on that scene and in a total I want them too make out till there's no tomorrow mood, so well, I warned. Won for best het fic at lost_fic_awards, May 2008.
Night Zero
Night zero is when Sayid tells Jack that there’s going to be time to talk; so Penny doesn’t talk with him, and she heads to her cabin, her hand in Desmond’s.
Night zero is when they don’t talk, at least not much; everything they say is a variation on the I love you and I missed you so much themes, but most of the time, they lay on her bed and kiss.
The bed is just for one person, but in the end it’s better like this; there’s less space and the last thing they want is any kind of space between them.
During night one, they just kiss and nothing more; at the start it’s mostly slow, just pecks or maybe slow caresses, their lips moving in unison and almost melting against each other. Then sometimes it becomes rushed, a few times Desmond just pins her to the bed, his body covering hers, kissing her like there’s no tomorrow, then a few other times it’s her on top of him, her hands touching every inch of his skin that her fingers find.
They kiss for hours; Desmond only counts two 108 minutes intervals before he loses track of time.
Day One
Day one is when they can’t spend a second without touching each other. Penny’s hands are on Desmond’s hips or his shoulders or on his nape while he changes from his island clothes to something more appropriated (well, it’s one of Henrik’s sweatshirts, but it fits just fine). They walk around the ship and they hold hands all the time, they sit next to each other at the small table in the boat kitchen and Desmond’s hand is always on the small of Penny’s back.
They’re aware that they look like lovesick teenagers but everyone else can’t help smiling when seeing them even when not looking too in a good mood seconds before. Penny doesn’t remember Desmond ever looking so happy since the time she met him at Eddington and well, she guesses she looks pretty beaming herself. Penny just can’t get enough of the feeling of Desmond’s fingers running slowly along her skin, much more rough than she could remember but feeling just as right as it did. That night they just fall into bed holding each other close, her face buried against his neck, her lips feeling the salt taste that seems to have become one with his skin.
Day Two
Day two is when Penny talks.
She fills him on every single thing that happened since he her at the stadium. She tells him about the wedding she called off a week before the date, she tells him that she almost doesn’t speak to her father anymore, she tells him how she hired that research team and how they detected the anomaly, she tells him how she had been in London always alert and ready to catch any transmission on any sequence coming from that zone. She tells him about when and how she spoke with Charlie, about the phone call, about how she caught the first plane to Fiji when her ship tracked the freighter.
When she mentions Charlie, he bends his head and the expression in his eyes crosses that bridge that goes from happiness to sadness for the first time, but he says that it’s enough talking for one day, he’ll explain her tomorrow and well, could they please just hold each other for a while?
She doesn’t question him and nods, her arms closing around his shoulders, his face buried in her neck; then her fingers thread through his hair. It’s just as right as ever.
Day Three
Day three is when Desmond talks.
He fills her on every single thing that happened since he left on that boat. He tells her about Kelvin and about the hatch, about the button and about the three years spent underground. He tells her about what happened when he found out what Kevin was up to and the squeeze she gives his hand is more than he had dared to hope, Penny can sense it. He tells her about being alone down there for forty days or so, he tells her that until he came on this boat he couldn’t sleep without waking up every 108 minutes, he tells her about the failsafe key (and it’s how she found him, isn’t that just ironic?), he tells her about the flashes and about Charlie and about what happened on that boat the day he called her and the ones after, until she picked them up.
He’s shaking by the end of the speech and she just nods at him and takes his hand.
She can’t even imagine half of what he has been through and she guesses he’s far from alright, really, but it’s fine. It’s fine and they’ll sort it together.
Day Four
During the evening of day four she goes to have a talk with Henrik and when she’s back she finds Desmond sitting on the bed and he’s crying. Though he’s very quiet about it since she can barely hear him. He says he’s sorry but at one point he just felt like he couldn’t not and he hoped for it to be over before she came back. She just shakes her head and tells him that she won’t let him stay silent. Not now.
He tells her that there were things he should have done and didn’t, a vision that had to come true but didn’t, something that should have happened but didn’t, a list he lost at sea and couldn’t give and he has tried not to think about it until now because it just hurt too much. He tells her pretty much everything; before he can say that in the end she probably made the wrong choice she silences him saying she isn’t going anywhere. She didn’t expect him to come back a flawless hero anyway. Whatever unfinished business he has, she’ll help him through it if she can. If his lips taste like salt, she doesn’t care.
Day Five
During day five she changes the sheets of the bed while he’s talking with Sayid in the afternoon. She opens the drawer and curses because she really didn’t bring any clothing which could be described as remotely nice and well, she’d like to wear something nice this evening. She settles on a pair of jeans and a nice short sleeved white shirt, simple but she hopes effective.
The night of day five is when he pushes every button open while she lays on the bed, the sheets clean and crispy while her fingers grip the fabric; it’s when her hands really touch him everywhere, when his body is solid and there against hers, when his hands shake while framing her face and his lips leave a trail of kisses everywhere along her neck and shoulders, when his whole body trembles without control as soon as he’s inside her and she grips his hips instead of the sheet. They come at the same moment, while he’s kissing her like he’s starved for it and she does the same, her nails scratching his back. She savors the ocean on his lips and she had never thought that salt could taste so sweet.
Day Six
Day six is discussing the details of the set up; while no one seems to like the solution much, they agree that going along with it is in everyone’s best interests. So they lay out a plan, maps at hand. Penny tells Frank that he can stay there, Henrik probably could do with some company; Frank eyes him, pacing nervously around the deck, laughs and says it’s fine.
During day six, Penny talks with everyone. She tries to get Sayid to give her some blackmail material for anything stupid Desmond could have done on the freighter; the most she comes up with is that he actually spent a day muttering sodding lima beans. Jack and Kate tell her about when they found him in the hatch, Hurley tells her about the flashes business. Sun doesn’t really talk much, but Penny knows and doesn’t pressure her.
When on the night six she’s back in the cabin, on top of him, fingers trailing across his face, she’s amazed at the number of details she can see in his eyes even if he isn’t aware of it. There are so many stories he has to tell; she can’t wait to hear them all.
Day Seven
Day seven is when they say goodbye. She feels somewhat sad when giving Aaron back to Kate; when the raft is gone, she turns to Desmond, searching his hand with her own.
“Do you think we’ll have to wait another life to see them again?”
He shakes his head.
“Nay, I really don’t.”
She decides that believing it is more convenient. She turns and they kiss again, slow and full and sweet, a soft breeze blowing around them.
When they part she smiles.
“Jesus, it’s been a week already? It feels like you left a month ago.”
“I wish I could say that. God, three years. Guess we’ll never catch up on that, yeah?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. We have some long days ahead, you know.”
Desmond’s hand goes to her face, his thumb running across her jaw like that day two years ago.
“Days aren’t really long enough.”, he says, his voice shaking.
Desmond holds her then, almost crushing her against him; she does the same and yes, days aren’t long enough but it’s not important right now. They have so many days in front of them; she knows they’ll make good use of every moment.
End.