Will you stay for all time?
Title: Will you stay for all time?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Wordcount: 274
Summary: For xtoothfairy , who wanted Sawyer/Juliet, Bed. Pure Sawyer/Juliet fluff. (For the Alphabet meme ( http://phelipa.livejournal.com/30488.html)
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or the characters used in this fanfiction, nor do I make profit from my work
He steps through the door quietly, having noted that the light are off already, and sets his boots by the door instead of kicking them off noisily. He shuts the door behind him and checks the deadbolt (they’re one of the few couples who ever lock their door at night) before padding down the dark hallway towards the bedroom.
There’s a soft mound of covers and pillows in the middle of the bed and he smiles softly, shrugging out of his work uniform and tugging on an old pair of boxer shorts and a faded grey t-shirt. Whenever he’s late she always ends up in the middle of the bed with pillows placed strategically at her back, a comfort in the absence of his solid warmth.
She yawns and blinks sleepily when he starts to ease the pillows away from her back,
“James?”
“Sorry,” He murmurs apologetically, pressing a light kiss to her temple, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She yawns again and shifts in bed to make room for him, “S’alright.”
He slides in behind her and drapes his arm over her thin waist, lacing his fingers with hers and easing his knee between her thighs. Her voice is soft and distant when she murmurs,
“I put dinner in the fridge for you, you should eat.”
“I’ll take it for lunch tomorrow.” He assures her, content to stay curled up at her back, breathing in the vanilla scent of her freshly washed hair.
“K.”
He traces little circular patterns over her cotton covered stomach and murmurs, “Love you.”
“Me too.” She whispers sleepily, warm and comforted in the security of his embrace.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Wordcount: 274
Summary: For xtoothfairy , who wanted Sawyer/Juliet, Bed. Pure Sawyer/Juliet fluff. (For the Alphabet meme ( http://phelipa.livejournal.com/30488.html)
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or the characters used in this fanfiction, nor do I make profit from my work
He steps through the door quietly, having noted that the light are off already, and sets his boots by the door instead of kicking them off noisily. He shuts the door behind him and checks the deadbolt (they’re one of the few couples who ever lock their door at night) before padding down the dark hallway towards the bedroom.
There’s a soft mound of covers and pillows in the middle of the bed and he smiles softly, shrugging out of his work uniform and tugging on an old pair of boxer shorts and a faded grey t-shirt. Whenever he’s late she always ends up in the middle of the bed with pillows placed strategically at her back, a comfort in the absence of his solid warmth.
She yawns and blinks sleepily when he starts to ease the pillows away from her back,
“James?”
“Sorry,” He murmurs apologetically, pressing a light kiss to her temple, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She yawns again and shifts in bed to make room for him, “S’alright.”
He slides in behind her and drapes his arm over her thin waist, lacing his fingers with hers and easing his knee between her thighs. Her voice is soft and distant when she murmurs,
“I put dinner in the fridge for you, you should eat.”
“I’ll take it for lunch tomorrow.” He assures her, content to stay curled up at her back, breathing in the vanilla scent of her freshly washed hair.
“K.”
He traces little circular patterns over her cotton covered stomach and murmurs, “Love you.”
“Me too.” She whispers sleepily, warm and comforted in the security of his embrace.