alliecat8 | Need

Title: Need
Sequel to Fixed (pt. 1) and Resolution (pt. 2)
Characters: Jack/Sawyer through Kate's eyes
Word Count: 1058
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Spoilers: Through "What Kate Did"
A/N: The reason this is VERY LATE birthday fic for

ellel is that I have 10 other versions of the same Kate-watching-J/S scenario on my hard drive, and I couldn't decide which one to finish. Kate-angst won out in the end. (Thanks for the suggestion,

ella_bee, and now I know what to write for YOUR birthday!)

Happy (late) Birthday,

ellel!

It never ends well, but you always survive.

On the stroke of midnight, Sawyer takes what he wants from Jack. Sawyer takes, and Jack gives, willingly. Standing in the shadows, Kate watches.

You have a place in this world, you do, and someday you’ll find it. You try to please people, so that maybe they’ll make room for you. You try to be good, you try to be helpful. Let me help, I can do this, you say, and you give people what they need. It never ends well, but you always survive.

They leave the gravesite together, and Kate follows them into the jungle. They don’t go far. In a moonlit clearing, all restraint crumbles and Sawyer pushes Jack against a tree. Jack groans, and Kate hears Sawyer’s harsh whisper, “Needed this…so bad…so long…,” and then their bodies collide.

When you put the message in the bottle, you didn’t think it would end like this. You thought that by the time they found each other again, you’d be out of it. They’d be back in the world, and you’d be gone, running again, or caged. But someday maybe you’ll learn, things never turn out the way you plan.

Kate stops on the edge of the clearing, no more than a few yards away from them, not hidden. It doesn’t matter. They’re too absorbed in one another to notice her. The moonlight is so bright that she can see every movement, can see that Jack’s hands are shaking as they slide around Sawyer’s back and down, his fingers digging into Sawyer’s hips, pulling him tighter against Jack. She can see Jack’s face, and knows that it isn’t him, but Sawyer, who gasps when those hips began to move, when the thrusting starts. She can see the dazed look in Jack’s eyes, the way his lips part, and he begins to pant as Sawyer grinds against him. And then Sawyer kisses him, and Kate sees something in Jack’s face that she’s only seen once before.

You wander into the little bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, meaning to check on Sawyer, thinking Jack is asleep. You find him there, bent over Sawyer, and the look on his face almost breaks your heart. Unguarded, now in the heart of the night, his dazed detachment of earlier has crumbled and been replaced by something fierce, something yearning; protectiveness and determination and need combine to create a look of such intensity that you stop, stunned, on the threshold. Jack doesn’t see you, so intent is he on the man before him, and you watch as the hand that had been carefully replacing Sawyer’s bandage travels up, to cup Sawyer’s face in his palm. Watch as Sawyer, even in his sleep, responds to the touch and sinks into it ever so slightly. Watch the ghost of a smile cross Jack’s face. Without making your presence known, you slip back into the depths of the hatch.

Need. Jack, who thrives on being needed, never lets his own need show. Yet now he is the picture of need, need combined with raw passion and fierce, all-consuming arousal. She watches as he claws at Sawyer’s back, bites and sucks at Sawyer’s mouth, bucks up hard against Sawyer’s crotch, and the sounds coming from his throat tell her that his need is quickly spiraling out of control. “Don’t stop,” he groans. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” and Sawyer’s voice is choked when he answers, “Can’t,” and then Jack arches up hard and high and he cries out, and Kate thinks, he’s coming. He’s coming just from that, just from having Sawyer’s tongue in his mouth and Sawyer’s body moving hot and desperate against his. Coming hard, from the look and the sound of it, and who would have thought that Jack could be like this, Jack who is usually so quiet and controlled, has lost control so quickly and so thoroughly under the touch of Sawyer’s hands. Sawyer clutches at him and rides him through it until finally all of the tension goes out of Jack and he collapses back against the tree.

You know you should leave. Know this isn’t meant for you. But you can’t turn away. You think of all the times that Sawyer has made Jack lose control, of his anger, of his patience, and now, of his body and of his heart. You remember how he looked after you kissed him, after you pulled away and tried to read the emotion in his face. All you’d seen then was confusion. You’d been reaching out blindly then, desperate for contact, knowing all the while that you weren’t what Jack wanted. Weren’t what he needed.

Jack’s eyes never leave Sawyer as he struggles to catch his breath, and his gaze is still so hungry it sends shivers down Kate’s spine. Sawyer’s back is to her but Kate can imagine what Jack is seeing, Sawyer still so aroused, still touching Jack, and Jack tells him, “Get undressed. Now.”

Sawyer’s shoulders heave. His body is all but vibrating with need, and without a word he does as he’s told. Not self-conscious at all, though Jack is spent and fully dressed. When he’s naked in the moonlight, muscles taut, skin glowing, he reaches for Jack again and they reverse their positions. Sawyer’s back is now against the tree, Jack leaning into him, Jack taking the lead now. His hands and his mouth travel down Sawyer’s body, and Sawyer leans his head back, his eyes half-closed. He sees Kate then, just as Jack takes him in his mouth. His lifts his chin, almost as if he’s saying “hello.” He’s not saying “go away,” but neither is he saying, “come here.” His hands go to Jack’s head, possessively, holding him where he wants him to be as his hips start to thrust and his eyes take on a glitter that to Kate says “triumph.”

Jack needs to give. Sawyer needs to take. Now they both have what they need, and there’s no longer any need for her.

You try to please people, so that maybe they’ll make room for you. You brought them together, and then you followed them here, secretly hoping they’d let you in. Someday maybe you’ll learn, things never turn out the way you plan.

It never ends well, but you always survive.

End

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From:

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Yesss. O, the images you just given me. A fantastic story. Love it. Especially Kates thoughts as she sees Jack taking care of Sawyer while he still sleeps. And naked Sawyer. Guh, youre good!

Been longing and waiting for another Jack/Sawyer fic of yours. Thankyou! This was beyond my expectations

*kiss*

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