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alliecat8Title: Skittles
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate (this is killing me, KILLING me I tell you!)
Rating: Adults Only (language and other stuff)
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams.
A/N: WTF is up with Sawyer and Kate? I am not a Skater. This happened against my will.
Okay, well, Kate can play with Sawyer JUST THIS ONCE, but then she has to give him back to Jack, no arguing.
Oh, and apparently Sawyer and Kate have been a couple for a while. Go figure.
The tent was feeling smaller by the minute. Two people, sitting inside in the daytime, felt in some ways more intimate than it did in the hours they spent there in the dark. Because they could see each other now, and the way he kept staring at her mouth….
Then he closed in on her and Kate laughed, just before he planted his mouth on hers. “Mmm…,” she sighed and dropped her head back, opening her lips when he touched them with his tongue, meeting it playfully with her own.
After a moment he pulled back and his eyes slid away from her, a musing frown on his face. “I need to do that again,” he said, and grabbed her, bending her backward as he dove back into her mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. She was feeling pretty pleased about her ability to bring on such wild raging passion when, all of a sudden, he smacked both hands down hard on the ground on either side of her and hollered, “Skittles!”
Sawyer reared back so abruptly that she lost her balance and toppled over backward onto her elbows. “Nuh uh,” she said innocently, giving him her best wide-eyed stare.
“Hell yes,” Sawyer roared, “Skittles! I thought you smelled like candy when I came in here, but it wasn’t until I tasted you…hand ‘em over. Now!”
“You’re a lunatic, and I have absolutely no idea what you’re—"
Sawyer lunged for her and she shrieked, scrabbling back on her elbows, digging her heels in the dirt for leverage as she tried to get away from him. “I ain’t playin', here, Freckles,” but the dancing candy-junkie demons in his eyes told her otherwise and when he made a grab for the pockets of her jeans she ducked under his arm and flung herself out of the tent, running. Flying over the sand, giggling uncontrollably and screeching with terror at the same time as he came after her, knowing she didn’t have a chance but running like hell anyway, toward the others down the beach. He tackled her just as she came level with Jack and Hurley, bringing her down hard in the sand, his body landing on top of her like a gigantic falling tree trunk, his hands everywhere as she wiggled and scratched and hollered for help, for mercy. “Fuckin’ holding out on me, you goddamn greedy little bitch,” he panted, laughing even harder than she was. But oh, was he determined, holding her face in the sand with one hand while the other ransacked her pockets, under her shirt, in her bra. She screamed for Jack when Sawyer headed south, having evidently decided that she was hiding candy in her panties, for God’s sake.
Jack, bless him, was already there, trying to haul Sawyer off of her, with Hurley behind him trying to haul Jack off of Sawyer. “I’d stay out of this, man, if I were you,” Hurley warned. Sawyer yelled, “She. Has. SKITTLES!” just as Jack pried him off. Then she was up and off down the beach again, this time with Sawyer and Hurley and Jack all after her, and she was so totally screwed that she gave up after a few hundred yards, falling into the sand on her own initiative this time. She rolled onto her back and flung her arms wide. “Here, go ahead,” she gasped, trying to get her breath. “Feel me up. All three of you, go ahead, see what you can find. It won’t be candy, but go ahead, knock yourselves out anyway –“
The men stopped short, Hurley running into Jack and nearly knocking him into the sand next to her. Jack and Hurley looked at each other and clearly reached an unspoken agreement that it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to molest Kate with Sawyer standing right there, not even for Skittles. “She’s all yours, man,” Hurley panted regretfully and Jack fixed her with a reproachful look and said, “I was trying to save your life back there, the least you could fucking do is share.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and then looked at Sawyer, waiting for him to grab her again. Looking forward to it, truthfully, but all he did was rock back on his heels and contemplate her through narrowed, gleaming eyes, and then he obviously reached a conclusion and said, “She’s got ‘em hidden in the tent.”
“I have no such thing,” she protested but he had hold of her again, this time hauling her up and flinging her over his shoulder without any trace of effort, her butt right next to his face and his awe-inspiring ass directly in her line of sight, right under those beautiful dimples that, now that they were right there, she discovered she wanted to sink her thumbs into. Halfway back to the tent, that gave her an idea.
“We could make a deal,” she offered.
He grunted. “What kind of deal, sweetcheeks?” He kept walking, holding her upside down and she’d had enough, she simply had to grab his ass, so that’s what she did.
“Tell me what you’d do for one,” she said, “and we might be able to reach an agreement.”
He stopped, his beard stubble scratching against her thigh, and thought about that for a minute. “Okay,” he decided finally. He swung her down and set her back on her feet. “How ‘bout this?” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, a rather extensive list considering there was only one Skittle at stake, and she whooped, “He’s a Skittle whore!” She could not have been more delighted. “Race me to the tent.”
Of course he won by a considerable margin, which gave her a couple of seconds of alone time to duck behind a tree and retrieve the half-full bag from under a rock, taking what she wanted and putting the rest back for another time. Inside the tent she fell on him, climbing up his body and wrapping her legs around his back, leaning in to kiss him then pulling away, putting her thumb and forefinger with one green Skittle between them to his mouth instead. “One,” she told him, “for now, maybe another one later if you’re good, we’ll just have to see about that. Suck on it, no chewing.” She slipped it between his lips, not letting go as his tongue tried to wrap around it, take it away from her. She pulled it back out. “And you gotta share.”
“Like hell,” he growled, “I ain’t sharin', and you can’t make up rules as you go along, that wasn’t part of the deal.” He tried to bite her fingers but she jerked them back, popping them into her own mouth.
“Come and get it.” She dropped the Skittle onto her tongue and waited, laughing. He didn’t disappoint her. She discovered that Sawyer was quite the expert at stealing back Skittles with his tongue, and Sawyer discovered that maybe he could share, after all, and they both discovered exactly how long one Skittle could last between two people and when it was gone, they discovered that they didn’t even miss it.
And he definitely earned the second one.
End
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate (this is killing me, KILLING me I tell you!)
Rating: Adults Only (language and other stuff)
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams.
A/N: WTF is up with Sawyer and Kate? I am not a Skater. This happened against my will.
Okay, well, Kate can play with Sawyer JUST THIS ONCE, but then she has to give him back to Jack, no arguing.
Oh, and apparently Sawyer and Kate have been a couple for a while. Go figure.
The tent was feeling smaller by the minute. Two people, sitting inside in the daytime, felt in some ways more intimate than it did in the hours they spent there in the dark. Because they could see each other now, and the way he kept staring at her mouth….
Then he closed in on her and Kate laughed, just before he planted his mouth on hers. “Mmm…,” she sighed and dropped her head back, opening her lips when he touched them with his tongue, meeting it playfully with her own.
After a moment he pulled back and his eyes slid away from her, a musing frown on his face. “I need to do that again,” he said, and grabbed her, bending her backward as he dove back into her mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. She was feeling pretty pleased about her ability to bring on such wild raging passion when, all of a sudden, he smacked both hands down hard on the ground on either side of her and hollered, “Skittles!”
Sawyer reared back so abruptly that she lost her balance and toppled over backward onto her elbows. “Nuh uh,” she said innocently, giving him her best wide-eyed stare.
“Hell yes,” Sawyer roared, “Skittles! I thought you smelled like candy when I came in here, but it wasn’t until I tasted you…hand ‘em over. Now!”
“You’re a lunatic, and I have absolutely no idea what you’re—"
Sawyer lunged for her and she shrieked, scrabbling back on her elbows, digging her heels in the dirt for leverage as she tried to get away from him. “I ain’t playin', here, Freckles,” but the dancing candy-junkie demons in his eyes told her otherwise and when he made a grab for the pockets of her jeans she ducked under his arm and flung herself out of the tent, running. Flying over the sand, giggling uncontrollably and screeching with terror at the same time as he came after her, knowing she didn’t have a chance but running like hell anyway, toward the others down the beach. He tackled her just as she came level with Jack and Hurley, bringing her down hard in the sand, his body landing on top of her like a gigantic falling tree trunk, his hands everywhere as she wiggled and scratched and hollered for help, for mercy. “Fuckin’ holding out on me, you goddamn greedy little bitch,” he panted, laughing even harder than she was. But oh, was he determined, holding her face in the sand with one hand while the other ransacked her pockets, under her shirt, in her bra. She screamed for Jack when Sawyer headed south, having evidently decided that she was hiding candy in her panties, for God’s sake.
Jack, bless him, was already there, trying to haul Sawyer off of her, with Hurley behind him trying to haul Jack off of Sawyer. “I’d stay out of this, man, if I were you,” Hurley warned. Sawyer yelled, “She. Has. SKITTLES!” just as Jack pried him off. Then she was up and off down the beach again, this time with Sawyer and Hurley and Jack all after her, and she was so totally screwed that she gave up after a few hundred yards, falling into the sand on her own initiative this time. She rolled onto her back and flung her arms wide. “Here, go ahead,” she gasped, trying to get her breath. “Feel me up. All three of you, go ahead, see what you can find. It won’t be candy, but go ahead, knock yourselves out anyway –“
The men stopped short, Hurley running into Jack and nearly knocking him into the sand next to her. Jack and Hurley looked at each other and clearly reached an unspoken agreement that it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to molest Kate with Sawyer standing right there, not even for Skittles. “She’s all yours, man,” Hurley panted regretfully and Jack fixed her with a reproachful look and said, “I was trying to save your life back there, the least you could fucking do is share.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and then looked at Sawyer, waiting for him to grab her again. Looking forward to it, truthfully, but all he did was rock back on his heels and contemplate her through narrowed, gleaming eyes, and then he obviously reached a conclusion and said, “She’s got ‘em hidden in the tent.”
“I have no such thing,” she protested but he had hold of her again, this time hauling her up and flinging her over his shoulder without any trace of effort, her butt right next to his face and his awe-inspiring ass directly in her line of sight, right under those beautiful dimples that, now that they were right there, she discovered she wanted to sink her thumbs into. Halfway back to the tent, that gave her an idea.
“We could make a deal,” she offered.
He grunted. “What kind of deal, sweetcheeks?” He kept walking, holding her upside down and she’d had enough, she simply had to grab his ass, so that’s what she did.
“Tell me what you’d do for one,” she said, “and we might be able to reach an agreement.”
He stopped, his beard stubble scratching against her thigh, and thought about that for a minute. “Okay,” he decided finally. He swung her down and set her back on her feet. “How ‘bout this?” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, a rather extensive list considering there was only one Skittle at stake, and she whooped, “He’s a Skittle whore!” She could not have been more delighted. “Race me to the tent.”
Of course he won by a considerable margin, which gave her a couple of seconds of alone time to duck behind a tree and retrieve the half-full bag from under a rock, taking what she wanted and putting the rest back for another time. Inside the tent she fell on him, climbing up his body and wrapping her legs around his back, leaning in to kiss him then pulling away, putting her thumb and forefinger with one green Skittle between them to his mouth instead. “One,” she told him, “for now, maybe another one later if you’re good, we’ll just have to see about that. Suck on it, no chewing.” She slipped it between his lips, not letting go as his tongue tried to wrap around it, take it away from her. She pulled it back out. “And you gotta share.”
“Like hell,” he growled, “I ain’t sharin', and you can’t make up rules as you go along, that wasn’t part of the deal.” He tried to bite her fingers but she jerked them back, popping them into her own mouth.
“Come and get it.” She dropped the Skittle onto her tongue and waited, laughing. He didn’t disappoint her. She discovered that Sawyer was quite the expert at stealing back Skittles with his tongue, and Sawyer discovered that maybe he could share, after all, and they both discovered exactly how long one Skittle could last between two people and when it was gone, they discovered that they didn’t even miss it.
And he definitely earned the second one.
End
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-28 04:39 am (UTC)And now, I reallllly want a Sawyer "skittle whore" icon.
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Date: 2005-10-28 05:03 pm (UTC)That poor little ol' fic was, like, the first thing I ever wrote, back before I had any LJ friends. I thought about re-posting it (especially now that it has its own icon, LOL) after I plugged it into the "green" prompt at
You have no idea how insanely pleased I am that you read this and commented, two months after I posted it. That's just the coolest thing ever. *glomps you*
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Date: 2005-10-29 04:56 am (UTC)I'm totally going to pimp this, at least on my own journal (for what that's worth).
I've been slowly going over people's tables because I'm obsessive like that. I don't want to miss stuff, ever. Also I've found some pretty interesting stuff on
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Date: 2006-01-19 03:50 pm (UTC)That was perfect! :)
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Date: 2006-01-19 07:09 pm (UTC)