Luau fic: Dizzy Drizzle... She Comes Undone for siluria
Title: Dizzy Drizzle... She Comes Undone
Characters: Claire, Claire/Jack, Claire/Kate, Claire/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: Every time it rains, Claire has a tiny bit of trouble.
Disclaimer: This is for Luau day three (all hail Queen siluria!). I apologize for the delay, but I'm a rather slow writer and this is my first real real smutty piece. I don't know how people write these all the time because I was blushing throughout it, I swear! I feel it's a bit over the top (especially the Claire/Kate bit), but I wanted to try PWP and this is what happened. Hopefully the Queen approves!
She is reborn the first rainstorm after the last flash. And every rainstorm after, it’s useless to stop what happens. Useless to even try.
It starts with Jacob in the cabin. He’s the only one who knows who it will end with.
- - -
The first time it happens, it’s pouring buckets. She’s unused to the feeling, as the cabin (despite it’s age) was pretty leak proof. It feels different from the sun anyway.
Jack has led her away from the others and it’s the first time she’s left Aaron since his return to the island. It leaves her feeling uneasy. Besides, she’s pretty sure she already knows what Jack has led her away for.
But then it starts to rain. And it’s sudden.
She’s on top of him before the first boom of thunder.
He tries to resist, but her hands are down his pants and touching him, and he’s instantly hard. And then his soaked shirt is stripped off, his pants gone.
Her eyes are glassy, her tongue thick against his own. To be honest, he thinks she might be high.
To be honest, he can’t resist her.
It’s wrong (for them especially) and he knows it, but he’s not about to stop it either. Her opening is slick and wet. He’s in her by the time lightning strikes again, this time striking a tree near them.
This is dangerous.
By the third, thunderous boom, she’s biting his moist neck and coming undone underneath his own hands. He follows soon after, gasping into the open air as he continues to thrust shallowly into her.
It’s the hottest sex he’s ever had.
But then the rain is slowing, she’s climbing off of him, and his shirt and pants are back on. As the rain becomes slower and slower (until finally ceasing), he can’t understand what came over either of them.
Claire shakes her soaked locks, eyes swimming back into focus. She glides a finger over the mark she’s made on Jack’s neck, wrinkles her forehead and walks back the way they came.
Jack never does tell her why he brought her into the jungle. In fact, he doesn’t speak to her at all after that.
- - -
The next rainstorm happens a little slower. Even so, her breasts tingle before the second drop falls into her open palm.
She abruptly leaves Aaron with Sun; a rushed excuse forcing it’s way past her trembling lips. Claire knows Kate is following her even before she sidesteps into an open tent a few feet away, but she can’t stop now.
Her hands are already up her own shirt, stroking her hardened nipples, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Kate bursts in, an angry retort about leaving Aaron fresh on her lips, but her words are halted when she sees what Claire is doing. Cheeks flaming, but with immediate longing between her legs, Kate steps forward and eases Claire’s shirt from her body. She can’t stop her low moan when she realizes Claire is not wearing a bra.
She pushes Claire’s hands out of the way and rolls a hardened nipple between her fingers. Kate has never been with a woman before, but this thought is far from her mind at the moment with Claire’s chest heaving right in front of her face, heart beating fast. Her mouth follows her nimble fingers next, trailing hot, wet kisses across the blonde’s chest. And then Kate’s shirt is being pulled from her, bra snapped open, jean shorts jammed down her slender hips, panties lying in a puddle beneath the two of them. Claire forces Kate’s head to her own and kisses her sloppily. Their hips are grinding together when Claire moves her hands down to Kate’s clit and presses hard. Kate gasps openly against Claire’s moist neck and she swears Claire smiles, but she’s not exactly sure. She sucks Claire’s tongue into her mouth and pulls the shorter female closer to her by her ass, forcing Claire’s hand closer.
And she comes all over Claire’s hand.
They somehow manage to lie on the floor, Claire on top of Kate, breasts mashed together. The blonde smiles impishly. Kate can’t resist.
And then, as the patter of rain on the empty tent increases, Kate flips Claire and moves down. She pushes Claire’s soft thighs apart, studying the pink folds before kissing the lips slowly. Kate has given head countless of times before, but those were men and Claire is clearly not a man. It strikes her funny that the last person she went down on was Claire’s brother, but oddly enough, Kate doesn’t think about Jack for too long before running her tongue up Claire’s folds and past her clit. She circles the nub with her tongue and exhales softly on the piece of flesh before swooping back down and sucking it into her mouth. Claire squirms her hips, thunder booms nearby, lightning strikes rather closely.
Kate sucks Claire’s clit harder, before sticking two fingers into Claire’s quivering warmth, thrusting quickly. Claire is whimpering and Kate knows it will happen soon. She moves her tongue from Claire’s clit and switches her fingers with her tongue, stretching her tongue as far as it can go, thumbing the nub at the same time.
Lightning strikes when Claire comes. And as suddenly as the rain came, it stops.
Kate stands, puts a finger to her lips and starts dressing. When she turns around, Claire is gone.
- - -
The next time, (the last time) she has plenty of warning. The sky has been overcast and dark grey for a half hour, when Claire hurries off, ducking under trees until she reaches the waterfall.
She sits perched on the edge and dangles her feet in the water. She waits, (does not want whatever happens to happen when the rain comes). She figures she has no choice anymore.
That’s when Sawyer comes bursting through the trees.
Claire swivels round to look at him and curses under her breath. Before he’s even close, she tells him he better go away, back where he came from.
He doesn’t listen.
He tells her that it happens to him too. After the last flash, whenever the rain sets in now, he can’t control it. And he can’t understand why, but thank God it isn’t just him.
She jumps into the lake, bobs her head under the water and resurfaces. When she does, she asks him who he’s done it with so far.
The man who wears all black. Sun. Sayid.
It starts to pour in an instant and before she understands what he’s doing, he says, now you under his breath and advances towards her. She watches him from the water, her eyes hazy with lust, clothing stuck to her like second skin.
He strips his clothing off quickly before jumping in next to her. She immediately swims them closer to the edge, so they don’t have to tread water and leans in to kiss him. Instead, Sawyer stops her and strokes her face, hair, mouth. Claire realizes that he’s actually controlled it and it nearly makes her come undone right there.
He kisses her softly then, but she can’t take the slowness of his mouth and quickens her own movements, slipping a tongue between his warm lips. Her hands immediately move to stroke the length of him, and she smirks when she feels how hot and hard he already is. He slips a hand between them; stroking her breasts softly through her saturated shirt, her nipples already raised nubs. Slipping her arms around his neck, she straddles his waist and allows him to remove her top. It sticks to her skin, but he manages, replacing the snug feeling with his swirling tongue.
She thinks she likes the alternative.
He hikes her further up his waist, pressing his nose to her forehead all the while managing (somehow) to remove her jean shorts (there are no undergarments to be had this time). Then he shifts her even higher and he can feel her grinding against his body, but ignores this and proceeds to suck in the skin of her collarbone, marking her. He lowers her then, and sucks an earlobe, pulling it with his teeth.
Sawyer doesn’t give her time to think about it, but swiftly enters her. She gasps and moans, adjusting to the size of him before moving against him, eager to set a rhythm.
Claire kisses Sawyer on his second thrust, sucking his lips, biting his tongue. Bouncing with each of his thrusts, she pulls hard on his mouth each time he hits her clit. And then his hands are between him, his forefinger finding her slippery nub. He strokes her softly while thrusting hard and it isn’t long before she’s gasping into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed, her walls clenching around him. Claire lets out one husky cry when she comes around him and he isn’t far behind. He empties inside of her while still thumbing her clit and she orgasms a second time moments later as he’s softening.
Claire kisses him once more before they exit from the water. They don’t really know when it stopped raining but it has and the sun is out now.
She murmurs a shy thanks before gathering her things. It hasn’t been said, but both of them know this is the last time.
Because Jacob (and the man who wears all black, too) said it would end like this. Claire and Sawyer just didn’t remember until right now.
They don’t get to ask why us. That’s just the way things go.
(You, you next.)
Characters: Claire, Claire/Jack, Claire/Kate, Claire/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: Every time it rains, Claire has a tiny bit of trouble.
Disclaimer: This is for Luau day three (all hail Queen siluria!). I apologize for the delay, but I'm a rather slow writer and this is my first real real smutty piece. I don't know how people write these all the time because I was blushing throughout it, I swear! I feel it's a bit over the top (especially the Claire/Kate bit), but I wanted to try PWP and this is what happened. Hopefully the Queen approves!
She is reborn the first rainstorm after the last flash. And every rainstorm after, it’s useless to stop what happens. Useless to even try.
It starts with Jacob in the cabin. He’s the only one who knows who it will end with.
- - -
The first time it happens, it’s pouring buckets. She’s unused to the feeling, as the cabin (despite it’s age) was pretty leak proof. It feels different from the sun anyway.
Jack has led her away from the others and it’s the first time she’s left Aaron since his return to the island. It leaves her feeling uneasy. Besides, she’s pretty sure she already knows what Jack has led her away for.
But then it starts to rain. And it’s sudden.
She’s on top of him before the first boom of thunder.
He tries to resist, but her hands are down his pants and touching him, and he’s instantly hard. And then his soaked shirt is stripped off, his pants gone.
Her eyes are glassy, her tongue thick against his own. To be honest, he thinks she might be high.
To be honest, he can’t resist her.
It’s wrong (for them especially) and he knows it, but he’s not about to stop it either. Her opening is slick and wet. He’s in her by the time lightning strikes again, this time striking a tree near them.
This is dangerous.
By the third, thunderous boom, she’s biting his moist neck and coming undone underneath his own hands. He follows soon after, gasping into the open air as he continues to thrust shallowly into her.
It’s the hottest sex he’s ever had.
But then the rain is slowing, she’s climbing off of him, and his shirt and pants are back on. As the rain becomes slower and slower (until finally ceasing), he can’t understand what came over either of them.
Claire shakes her soaked locks, eyes swimming back into focus. She glides a finger over the mark she’s made on Jack’s neck, wrinkles her forehead and walks back the way they came.
Jack never does tell her why he brought her into the jungle. In fact, he doesn’t speak to her at all after that.
- - -
The next rainstorm happens a little slower. Even so, her breasts tingle before the second drop falls into her open palm.
She abruptly leaves Aaron with Sun; a rushed excuse forcing it’s way past her trembling lips. Claire knows Kate is following her even before she sidesteps into an open tent a few feet away, but she can’t stop now.
Her hands are already up her own shirt, stroking her hardened nipples, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Kate bursts in, an angry retort about leaving Aaron fresh on her lips, but her words are halted when she sees what Claire is doing. Cheeks flaming, but with immediate longing between her legs, Kate steps forward and eases Claire’s shirt from her body. She can’t stop her low moan when she realizes Claire is not wearing a bra.
She pushes Claire’s hands out of the way and rolls a hardened nipple between her fingers. Kate has never been with a woman before, but this thought is far from her mind at the moment with Claire’s chest heaving right in front of her face, heart beating fast. Her mouth follows her nimble fingers next, trailing hot, wet kisses across the blonde’s chest. And then Kate’s shirt is being pulled from her, bra snapped open, jean shorts jammed down her slender hips, panties lying in a puddle beneath the two of them. Claire forces Kate’s head to her own and kisses her sloppily. Their hips are grinding together when Claire moves her hands down to Kate’s clit and presses hard. Kate gasps openly against Claire’s moist neck and she swears Claire smiles, but she’s not exactly sure. She sucks Claire’s tongue into her mouth and pulls the shorter female closer to her by her ass, forcing Claire’s hand closer.
And she comes all over Claire’s hand.
They somehow manage to lie on the floor, Claire on top of Kate, breasts mashed together. The blonde smiles impishly. Kate can’t resist.
And then, as the patter of rain on the empty tent increases, Kate flips Claire and moves down. She pushes Claire’s soft thighs apart, studying the pink folds before kissing the lips slowly. Kate has given head countless of times before, but those were men and Claire is clearly not a man. It strikes her funny that the last person she went down on was Claire’s brother, but oddly enough, Kate doesn’t think about Jack for too long before running her tongue up Claire’s folds and past her clit. She circles the nub with her tongue and exhales softly on the piece of flesh before swooping back down and sucking it into her mouth. Claire squirms her hips, thunder booms nearby, lightning strikes rather closely.
Kate sucks Claire’s clit harder, before sticking two fingers into Claire’s quivering warmth, thrusting quickly. Claire is whimpering and Kate knows it will happen soon. She moves her tongue from Claire’s clit and switches her fingers with her tongue, stretching her tongue as far as it can go, thumbing the nub at the same time.
Lightning strikes when Claire comes. And as suddenly as the rain came, it stops.
Kate stands, puts a finger to her lips and starts dressing. When she turns around, Claire is gone.
- - -
The next time, (the last time) she has plenty of warning. The sky has been overcast and dark grey for a half hour, when Claire hurries off, ducking under trees until she reaches the waterfall.
She sits perched on the edge and dangles her feet in the water. She waits, (does not want whatever happens to happen when the rain comes). She figures she has no choice anymore.
That’s when Sawyer comes bursting through the trees.
Claire swivels round to look at him and curses under her breath. Before he’s even close, she tells him he better go away, back where he came from.
He doesn’t listen.
He tells her that it happens to him too. After the last flash, whenever the rain sets in now, he can’t control it. And he can’t understand why, but thank God it isn’t just him.
She jumps into the lake, bobs her head under the water and resurfaces. When she does, she asks him who he’s done it with so far.
The man who wears all black. Sun. Sayid.
It starts to pour in an instant and before she understands what he’s doing, he says, now you under his breath and advances towards her. She watches him from the water, her eyes hazy with lust, clothing stuck to her like second skin.
He strips his clothing off quickly before jumping in next to her. She immediately swims them closer to the edge, so they don’t have to tread water and leans in to kiss him. Instead, Sawyer stops her and strokes her face, hair, mouth. Claire realizes that he’s actually controlled it and it nearly makes her come undone right there.
He kisses her softly then, but she can’t take the slowness of his mouth and quickens her own movements, slipping a tongue between his warm lips. Her hands immediately move to stroke the length of him, and she smirks when she feels how hot and hard he already is. He slips a hand between them; stroking her breasts softly through her saturated shirt, her nipples already raised nubs. Slipping her arms around his neck, she straddles his waist and allows him to remove her top. It sticks to her skin, but he manages, replacing the snug feeling with his swirling tongue.
She thinks she likes the alternative.
He hikes her further up his waist, pressing his nose to her forehead all the while managing (somehow) to remove her jean shorts (there are no undergarments to be had this time). Then he shifts her even higher and he can feel her grinding against his body, but ignores this and proceeds to suck in the skin of her collarbone, marking her. He lowers her then, and sucks an earlobe, pulling it with his teeth.
Sawyer doesn’t give her time to think about it, but swiftly enters her. She gasps and moans, adjusting to the size of him before moving against him, eager to set a rhythm.
Claire kisses Sawyer on his second thrust, sucking his lips, biting his tongue. Bouncing with each of his thrusts, she pulls hard on his mouth each time he hits her clit. And then his hands are between him, his forefinger finding her slippery nub. He strokes her softly while thrusting hard and it isn’t long before she’s gasping into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed, her walls clenching around him. Claire lets out one husky cry when she comes around him and he isn’t far behind. He empties inside of her while still thumbing her clit and she orgasms a second time moments later as he’s softening.
Claire kisses him once more before they exit from the water. They don’t really know when it stopped raining but it has and the sun is out now.
She murmurs a shy thanks before gathering her things. It hasn’t been said, but both of them know this is the last time.
Because Jacob (and the man who wears all black, too) said it would end like this. Claire and Sawyer just didn’t remember until right now.
They don’t get to ask why us. That’s just the way things go.
(You, you next.)