Be My Oasis - Sawyer/Kate - PG-13 - [1/1] - LOST
Title: Be My Oasis
Author: force-oblique
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine...not even the hut on the island, in which I live stalking Sawyer! =P
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer/Kate - Sawyer's POV
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly up to 5x04
Word Count: 804
Summary: She knew he was tainted, she knew he was broken, damaged goods, but still she chose to be with him. She chose to be his ray of sunlight in the darkness that threatened to engulf him and slowly but steadily she made him come out of that dark, ghost-infected cave he called his life.
Author's Note" This is my FIRST LOST FIC ever and English is not my native language...
I hope this isn't too crappy!
Dedication:
[1] spankingfemme: Jens you asked for a Sawyer/Kate Angst fic in my request post. This is what I came up with! Hope you like! It's my first ever LOST ff!! ^_^
[2]misst89&marty-paige: I know you love this pairing hunnies, so I hope you enjoy it!!
ILY Guys
Crossposted at: ficinabottle,kawyer,lost-fanfic,sawyer-kate,kate-and-sawyer
BE MY OASIS
She is a vision a few feet way from him. An oasis in the desert of his existence. The only place that’s green and fresh and beautiful, where everything else has just turned into dust.
She is only a few feet away from him and yet she is miles and eons away.
Or maybe he is miles and eons away. He is not sure in which way this thing works apart from the way whose sole result is to break him apart.
He could stare at her for hours if indeed he had that much time. He could die the next minute and not care as long as her flawless beauty was the last thing he saw of this world.
The moonlight shining on her, lending shiny glittery highlights to her light brown locks, cascading along her pale face, where her green eyes stood out like lagoons among jagged mountains.
The sound of her soft, sweet voice reaching his ears like a melody hummed only in paradise.
And for a sad, fleeting moment James Ford, Sawyer to everyone, felt as if he were indeed briefly in paradise. The place of perfection, balance and unconditional love before he was ripped out harshly like a tumor out of an infected organ.
He wanted to cry and let hot, salty tears run down his face drowning away her sight which only caused him heartache but instead, despite the wrenching pain, he couldn’t help keeping his eyes open and focused on her and her only.
Kate smiling. Kate revealing a series of pearl-like teeth beneath lips full and pink, the taste of strawberry suddenly filling his mouth.
Oh, god, he still remembered their kiss. The way her soft skin brushed against his rough cheek when their lips met and their tongues danced, making his head spin into infinity, while his closed eyes could see swirls of colors.
And he still remembered making love to her. How she had surrendered to his love and how the intensity of her embrace and her clinging to him - a move so vulnerable and out of character for her who always wanted to act strong- made him believe that this burning that set him ablaze whenever he saw her was felt by her as well.
He would be happy though, he would be content even if she felt the one tenth of what he felt for her, because what he felt for her ached and burned and itched and he never wanted her to be in pain. He’d rather die.
So if what she felt was pure and soft and slow and only slightly warm, It would still be ok because he knew he could keep the fire burning for the both of them.
And he still remembered waking up with Kate in his arms. Her face buried in his chest, feeling the warmth of her moist breath against his skin, tickling him.
He could still fell her arms around his waist, squeezing him slightly but him feeling no discomfort or oppression but more acceptance and desire and affection than he had ever tasted.
She knew he was tainted, she knew he was broken, damaged goods but still she chose to be with him. She chose to be his ray of sunlight in the darkness that threatened to engulf him and slowly but steadily she made him come out of that dark, ghost-infected cave he called his life.
So, what was she supposed to do now?
He knew he couldn’t do what he wanted. But it had been a while till he had last chosen to do the right thing. The thing that felt as if it gnawed at his insides like a voracious monster.
He couldn’t scream out her name, so he bit on his lips and he let the blood trickle down his chin, the only sign that he was alive, because without her he felt dead inside.
And the blood drop by drop felt like hope oozing out of him, as he saw the sky light up.
He couldn’t run to her, there was no time, there was no point, so he remained where he was, his feet as if made out of lead and iron and anything heavy and inescapable.
He couldn’t keep looking at her, not when his eyes almost got blind from the tears that threatened to escape his floodgates.
Instead he raised his hand, his fingers outstretched like the final attempt of a condemned person to cling on to life, to salvation and hope, trying to grasp at anything to keep himself from falling and falling apart knowing there was nothing there to grab hold of…
Nothing but the sound of his traitorous breathing- why was he still breathing?-, the only sound besides his heart breaking.
And closing his eyes, to avoid the light and more anguish, he whispered:
“This isn’t goodbye Kate”
~ Fin ~
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Author: force-oblique
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine...not even the hut on the island, in which I live stalking Sawyer! =P
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer/Kate - Sawyer's POV
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly up to 5x04
Word Count: 804
Summary: She knew he was tainted, she knew he was broken, damaged goods, but still she chose to be with him. She chose to be his ray of sunlight in the darkness that threatened to engulf him and slowly but steadily she made him come out of that dark, ghost-infected cave he called his life.
Author's Note" This is my FIRST LOST FIC ever and English is not my native language...
I hope this isn't too crappy!
Dedication:
[1] spankingfemme: Jens you asked for a Sawyer/Kate Angst fic in my request post. This is what I came up with! Hope you like! It's my first ever LOST ff!! ^_^
[2]misst89&marty-paige: I know you love this pairing hunnies, so I hope you enjoy it!!
ILY Guys
Crossposted at: ficinabottle,kawyer,lost-fanfic,sawyer-kate,kate-and-sawyer
BE MY OASIS
She is a vision a few feet way from him. An oasis in the desert of his existence. The only place that’s green and fresh and beautiful, where everything else has just turned into dust.
She is only a few feet away from him and yet she is miles and eons away.
Or maybe he is miles and eons away. He is not sure in which way this thing works apart from the way whose sole result is to break him apart.
He could stare at her for hours if indeed he had that much time. He could die the next minute and not care as long as her flawless beauty was the last thing he saw of this world.
The moonlight shining on her, lending shiny glittery highlights to her light brown locks, cascading along her pale face, where her green eyes stood out like lagoons among jagged mountains.
The sound of her soft, sweet voice reaching his ears like a melody hummed only in paradise.
And for a sad, fleeting moment James Ford, Sawyer to everyone, felt as if he were indeed briefly in paradise. The place of perfection, balance and unconditional love before he was ripped out harshly like a tumor out of an infected organ.
He wanted to cry and let hot, salty tears run down his face drowning away her sight which only caused him heartache but instead, despite the wrenching pain, he couldn’t help keeping his eyes open and focused on her and her only.
Kate smiling. Kate revealing a series of pearl-like teeth beneath lips full and pink, the taste of strawberry suddenly filling his mouth.
Oh, god, he still remembered their kiss. The way her soft skin brushed against his rough cheek when their lips met and their tongues danced, making his head spin into infinity, while his closed eyes could see swirls of colors.
And he still remembered making love to her. How she had surrendered to his love and how the intensity of her embrace and her clinging to him - a move so vulnerable and out of character for her who always wanted to act strong- made him believe that this burning that set him ablaze whenever he saw her was felt by her as well.
He would be happy though, he would be content even if she felt the one tenth of what he felt for her, because what he felt for her ached and burned and itched and he never wanted her to be in pain. He’d rather die.
So if what she felt was pure and soft and slow and only slightly warm, It would still be ok because he knew he could keep the fire burning for the both of them.
And he still remembered waking up with Kate in his arms. Her face buried in his chest, feeling the warmth of her moist breath against his skin, tickling him.
He could still fell her arms around his waist, squeezing him slightly but him feeling no discomfort or oppression but more acceptance and desire and affection than he had ever tasted.
She knew he was tainted, she knew he was broken, damaged goods but still she chose to be with him. She chose to be his ray of sunlight in the darkness that threatened to engulf him and slowly but steadily she made him come out of that dark, ghost-infected cave he called his life.
So, what was she supposed to do now?
He knew he couldn’t do what he wanted. But it had been a while till he had last chosen to do the right thing. The thing that felt as if it gnawed at his insides like a voracious monster.
He couldn’t scream out her name, so he bit on his lips and he let the blood trickle down his chin, the only sign that he was alive, because without her he felt dead inside.
And the blood drop by drop felt like hope oozing out of him, as he saw the sky light up.
He couldn’t run to her, there was no time, there was no point, so he remained where he was, his feet as if made out of lead and iron and anything heavy and inescapable.
He couldn’t keep looking at her, not when his eyes almost got blind from the tears that threatened to escape his floodgates.
Instead he raised his hand, his fingers outstretched like the final attempt of a condemned person to cling on to life, to salvation and hope, trying to grasp at anything to keep himself from falling and falling apart knowing there was nothing there to grab hold of…
Nothing but the sound of his traitorous breathing- why was he still breathing?-, the only sound besides his heart breaking.
And closing his eyes, to avoid the light and more anguish, he whispered:
“This isn’t goodbye Kate”
~ Fin ~
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