dreadful sorry, clementine

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In more ways than one, Tabula Rasa was a surefire step up from the previous island. A simple look at the way that Sawyer occupied himself on most days was more than enough of an indication; whereas before, he'd spent his days lounging around, scavenging for materials and possessions, often causing factions of the camp to turn against one another,

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[frakkup]

"What the frak is the matter with you?" Kara demands the instant she slides through the doorframe. The anger in her voice surprises her, Kara too startled by the sight he makes to recognize the same fear that grips her every time Calliope gets hurt. James really is a giant baby sometimes.

"Were you trying to dump it on the jukebox, because trust me, not even a frakking missile could take this thing down. Electrocuting yourself's not gonna cut it."

[frakkup]

Kara kicks a ball out of the way, and, not one to waste a good forward momentum, throws that same leg up and around his hip, climbing Sawyer the way she'd been dying to the whole walk down the hall, or hell, maybe even since she first saw him.

"Was kinda counting on you for that," she says, and gods it feels good to have someone's hands on her, somebody's stubble against the soft skin of her throat. She's still young, but she spends so much time being lonely here she feels used up, not good to anyone anymore but her kid, and while that's enough to live on, it's not enough to mean she doesn't miss this, gripping someone's sturdy body between her thighs. "While we're telling truths," she says, grabbing his head between both hands and holding him steady for when her mouth descends, "I've been wanting to do this forever."

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"S'what I figured." It's all Sawyer manages to hiss between his teeth before he feels her warmth again, pressed against him. Some women have cold hands, skin that never seems to retain its color, the types sick from too much heartache and deprived of romance, of all of the things they'd hoped for when promising to be there for better or worse. It doesn't surprise Sawyer that Kara's anything but, the way her pulse races against her skin, clashes with the pace of his own, throwing his senses all over the place in confusion. She doesn't believe people will stay, but all of her actions show that she's not willing to reduce herself to someone waiting for the inevitable. Sawyer's not sure he can claim that amount of strength, himself, but he wants to, eyes heavily lidded for her confession and a hand sliding along the curve of her spine, as though proximity alone might teach him that lesson

[frakkup]

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