Make Love, Not War
Feb. 25th, 2006 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alliecat8Title: Make Love, Not War
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Spoilers: Through One of Them
A/N: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halfdutch for the input, and to holycitygirl for the read-thru. ♥ you both!
Spoilery A/N 2 under the cut.
A/N 2: Timeline's off. Pretend Sawyer found Hurley's stash before the Great Gun Heist.
Unbelievable. It was the only word he could come up with as he approached his tent and saw the glowing arc of a moving flashlight inside. Here he was, not an hour after he’d staged the biggest coup this island had ever seen, and someone was in his tent. Here he was with the rifle still in his hand, and somebody had the balls to go through his stuff. There was only one person on this whole island stupid enough to pull something like that at a time like this. He slung the rifle off of his shoulder and stalked into the tent, gun first. “This what you’re lookin’ for, Doc?”
Jack didn’t even jump, just looked up blandly from the spot on the ground where he crouched, digging through a pile of clothes. “No Sawyer, it’s not.” He lifted the corner of Sawyer’s bedroll, running his hands along the ground underneath.
“I ain’t stockpilin’ any more of your precious medicine, if that’s what you think.” Sawyer advanced on him, holding out the rifle and brushing its barrel against Jack’s cheek. “I’d be hightailin’ it outta here, if I was you.”
Jack didn’t even flinch. “Just give me the condoms, and I’ll leave.”
Sawyer blinked. “Give you the what, now?”
“The condoms, Sawyer.” Jack scowled at him. “They were in the hatch, now they’re gone. How many times do I have to tell you, medical supplies belong to the group—“
Setting the gun aside, Sawyer lowered himself to the ground. “Medical supplies?” He couldn’t keep the glint of amusement from his voice. Jack sounded pompous even when he was talking about rubbers.
“Birth control, Sawyer. Even you can understand why the island doctor needs to dispense the birth control. Sun and Jin, Bernard and Rose—“
“You and Ana Lucia.”
“Whatever. Look, I know you think condoms are a commodity, something you can use to control people, but think it through, man. People won’t want to come groveling to you after that stunt you pulled tonight. They’d be more likely just to risk it, and we can’t let anybody take a risk like that. Not with crazy people out there who steal children. Now just give them to me—“
Sawyer cut him short with a bark of laughter. “You want me to think this is some big noble gesture, Doc? You, diggin’ through my stuff in the damn middle of the night? Why, ‘cause it’s a full moon? ‘Cause you think my little drama made the old married folks so hot they’ll be havin’ themselves an island orgy…or maybe it made you hot and you’re thinking of dragging Chaquita off for some Tarzan jungle sex? ‘Cause if that ain’t it, then I just can’t figure out why this couldn’t wait til mornin’.”
Jack’s glare held so much venom that suddenly Sawyer understood. He’d thought he’d only been goading Jack about getting it on with Ana, but of course that’s exactly what he’d need to do at a time like this. Jack got off on being the leader, on being the one in control. When Sawyer took the guns and crowed about it in front of everyone, he’d emasculated Jack. He’d cut Jack’s steel-clad LeaderDoctorHero balls off. Of course Jack would be frantic to drag the first willing female he could find down into the sand and fuck her stupid, just to prove that he still could.
This night just kept getting better. He chuckled. “Golly, wish I could help you out, Doc. Way she’s been makin’ goo goo eyes at you, don’t reckon it’d take much to get her on her back. Woman like that, though, with a stud boy like you…she’d be knocked up by mornin’, no doubt about it.”
He could actually hear Jack grinding his teeth. “This isn’t about me, asshole, it’s about—“
“Yeah yeah, the greater good. Let me tell you something that’ll make you even hotter for that little ball of fire. You know the near-death shit I went through, all that sufferin’ you got off on so much—“
“Shut up, Sawyer.”
“You know who’s responsible for that?”
“Zeke.”
“Your girlfriend.”
Jack sighed and shifted impatiently. “Ana Lucia didn’t shoot you, you idiot, the Others did.”
“They might’ve shot me, but she sure as shit tried to kill me. Took advantage of my weakened state, knocked me down and ground her dirty fuckin’ boot into my shoulder. Wasn’t long after that when I went down in the jungle. She told ‘em to leave me there to die.”
He heard Jack swallow, didn’t wait for his snide response. “I know that makes you hot, the thought of me bein’ tortured and all, but I think I’ll be keepin’ those raincoats for myself. I think I’ll get a little action of my own tonight.”
“After what you did? You’re dreaming if you think anybody will even look at you, let alone—“
“She came to me already, cowboy.”
“Who, Kate?”
“All by her ownself with tears in her eyes and a look on her face that just begged me to do her.” Sawyer leaned forward into a crouch, poised on all fours and nose-to-nose with Jack. “She appreciates me now. See, women get turned on by power. They like a man who takes control. They’re suckers for guys with balls of steel.” Eyes glittering in the dim light, he reached for Jack’s crotch and squeezed. “Feelin’ a little soft there, Doc.”
The flash in Jack’s eyes had him bracing for a blow, but instead Jack snapped, “Before you go offering your steel balls to Kate, you might want to know what she did to you when you weren’t feeling quite so cocky.”
Sawyer raised an eyebrow at him, didn’t move his hand.
“While you were out, delirious, I left her watching you in the hatch. She was supposed to push the button while the rest of us were at Shannon’s funeral. I got back and the alarm was sounding, and you were half-dead on the floor, and she was gone. Your girlfriend threw you down and left you to die or whatever the hell else might happen when the clock gets to zero. You see how much she appreciates you?”
Sawyer laughed, an unamused and unsurprised little puff of air. “Women,” he said, shaking the hair out of his eyes. “They always want to kill me, one time or another.” He dug his fingers into the denim of Jack’s jeans, squeezing lightly. “Then there’s you.”
Jack’s jaw tightened and his eyes locked with Sawyer’s, but he didn’t pull back from Sawyer’s invading hand. This was a pissing contest, a battle of wills. “Everybody wants to kill you at one time or another, Sawyer.”
Sawyer shook his head, and the hair slipped back into his line of sight, breaking the staring game. “Not you. You always want to save me.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to kill you.”
Sawyer’s hand was having an effect, and he flashed dimples, knowing they’d have an effect as well. “That’s not all you want to do to me.”
This time Jack did pull back, hissing, “Jesus Christ, Sawyer, you really have lost your mind.”
Sawyer surged forward, knocking Jack onto his back and straddling his thighs. “Guys like us go two whole months without gettin’ laid, crazy shit’s bound to start happenin’. Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Jack. No birth control needed.”
It didn’t surprise Sawyer that that’s all it took. Jack was furious, Jack was horny as hell, and Jack had something to prove. He reached up, grabbed a fistful of Sawyer’s shirt and yanked, throwing him off balance, then he hooked a leg behind Sawyer’s knees and rolled, pinning him. The look on his face as he closed in for a kiss was fierce, enraged, and the feel of him, hard as steel against Sawyer’s crotch, left no doubt about the state of his balls. Jack assaulted with tongue and teeth and growls of rage and need, and Sawyer bit and sucked and growled and gave back as good as he got. Shirts and shoes were shoved aside and Sawyer surged up against Jack, reveling in the rough feel of Jack’s chest hair against his skin, in the intense friction of hard cock grinding against hard cock.
Jack was furious and he was horny as hell and he was frantic for release, so when he clawed at their zippers and fisted them both, pumping like this was a race to the finish line, Sawyer didn’t complain, though he liked to take it slow. The intensity of the assault told him that this was what Jack had needed all along. They’d do it Sawyer’s way next time. Because there would be a next time, and a next time, and a time after that; plenty of time for Sawyer to show Jack that they could both be in charge, they could both be in control, and that’s how things worked best.
Jack’s growls turned to cries and he tore his mouth from Sawyer’s, dropped his head and sank his teeth into the puckered flesh of Sawyer’s shoulder, breaking skin he’d so recently mended. The pain only intensified the pleasure, and Sawyer responded by drawing Jack’s earlobe firmly into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth and moaned, and felt the vibration go straight through Jack. A sharp gasp and a shudder and he stiffened all over, his fist tightening and his cock jerking violently against Sawyer’s, and then everything was hot and slick and fast and furious and Sawyer was gone, siezed by pleasure so intense it was almost agony, and he cursed and writhed and clawed at Jack until finally it was done, and he lay back and allowed Jack to sink down onto him bonelessly, both of them shaking, both of them aglow. Blood singing with the power of a finished battle that they both had won.
After a long deep silence Jack muttered against Sawyer’s neck, “You still won’t give me the guns, will you?”
Sawyer laughed softly, his lips brushing across the bristly dark hair on the top of Jack’s head. “Never said I wouldn’t. All you ever had to do was ask nice.”
Jack raised up on his elbows and blinked at Sawyer in surprise. “You’ll give them back?”
“Nah. But I’m willin’ to share.”
Jack scowled. “That go for the condoms, too?”
“We back to that already?” He ran his hand down Jack’s back, over his ass and lower still, sliding between his legs, cupping his balls. “I thought we’d found us a solution to that whole birth control issue.”
“The others, Sawyer.” He tried for a stern glare, but he was clearly having trouble concentrating on anything besides the roaming hand down below. “Jin and Sun…and, uh, Rose and Bernard, and….”
“I ain’t got ‘em. But I know where they are.” Sawyer wondered if Libby had discovered yet exactly who had confiscated the condom supply. The big boy had big plans, it seemed. He grinned. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Jack gasped and pressed his hips heavily into Sawyer’s. “Just tell me…I’ll handle it….”
Sawyer’s fingers tightened and he twisted, lightly. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to make his point. “You ain’t my boss, hoss. Thought you’d figured that out already.”
Jack sighed, and it sounded more like relief than irritation. “Fine.” He groaned and spread his legs as Sawyer’s fingers resumed their gentle massage. “You handle it. You handle the condoms…and, ah, the guns…and, uh, I’ll handle the…um, other stuff….”
“Later, Doc.” He raised his head to give Jack a hard, slow, sloppy kiss. “Right now I’m handlin’ all I want to handle.”
He wrapped his arm around Jack’s waist and rolled, so that now he was the one on top, and as his hips began a slow grind he grinned against Jack’s mouth and thought, This time, my way. Next time, yours. There’s room at the top for two.
End
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Spoilers: Through One of Them
A/N: Many thanks to
halfdutch for the input, and to holycitygirl for the read-thru. ♥ you both! Spoilery A/N 2 under the cut.
A/N 2: Timeline's off. Pretend Sawyer found Hurley's stash before the Great Gun Heist.
Unbelievable. It was the only word he could come up with as he approached his tent and saw the glowing arc of a moving flashlight inside. Here he was, not an hour after he’d staged the biggest coup this island had ever seen, and someone was in his tent. Here he was with the rifle still in his hand, and somebody had the balls to go through his stuff. There was only one person on this whole island stupid enough to pull something like that at a time like this. He slung the rifle off of his shoulder and stalked into the tent, gun first. “This what you’re lookin’ for, Doc?”
Jack didn’t even jump, just looked up blandly from the spot on the ground where he crouched, digging through a pile of clothes. “No Sawyer, it’s not.” He lifted the corner of Sawyer’s bedroll, running his hands along the ground underneath.
“I ain’t stockpilin’ any more of your precious medicine, if that’s what you think.” Sawyer advanced on him, holding out the rifle and brushing its barrel against Jack’s cheek. “I’d be hightailin’ it outta here, if I was you.”
Jack didn’t even flinch. “Just give me the condoms, and I’ll leave.”
Sawyer blinked. “Give you the what, now?”
“The condoms, Sawyer.” Jack scowled at him. “They were in the hatch, now they’re gone. How many times do I have to tell you, medical supplies belong to the group—“
Setting the gun aside, Sawyer lowered himself to the ground. “Medical supplies?” He couldn’t keep the glint of amusement from his voice. Jack sounded pompous even when he was talking about rubbers.
“Birth control, Sawyer. Even you can understand why the island doctor needs to dispense the birth control. Sun and Jin, Bernard and Rose—“
“You and Ana Lucia.”
“Whatever. Look, I know you think condoms are a commodity, something you can use to control people, but think it through, man. People won’t want to come groveling to you after that stunt you pulled tonight. They’d be more likely just to risk it, and we can’t let anybody take a risk like that. Not with crazy people out there who steal children. Now just give them to me—“
Sawyer cut him short with a bark of laughter. “You want me to think this is some big noble gesture, Doc? You, diggin’ through my stuff in the damn middle of the night? Why, ‘cause it’s a full moon? ‘Cause you think my little drama made the old married folks so hot they’ll be havin’ themselves an island orgy…or maybe it made you hot and you’re thinking of dragging Chaquita off for some Tarzan jungle sex? ‘Cause if that ain’t it, then I just can’t figure out why this couldn’t wait til mornin’.”
Jack’s glare held so much venom that suddenly Sawyer understood. He’d thought he’d only been goading Jack about getting it on with Ana, but of course that’s exactly what he’d need to do at a time like this. Jack got off on being the leader, on being the one in control. When Sawyer took the guns and crowed about it in front of everyone, he’d emasculated Jack. He’d cut Jack’s steel-clad LeaderDoctorHero balls off. Of course Jack would be frantic to drag the first willing female he could find down into the sand and fuck her stupid, just to prove that he still could.
This night just kept getting better. He chuckled. “Golly, wish I could help you out, Doc. Way she’s been makin’ goo goo eyes at you, don’t reckon it’d take much to get her on her back. Woman like that, though, with a stud boy like you…she’d be knocked up by mornin’, no doubt about it.”
He could actually hear Jack grinding his teeth. “This isn’t about me, asshole, it’s about—“
“Yeah yeah, the greater good. Let me tell you something that’ll make you even hotter for that little ball of fire. You know the near-death shit I went through, all that sufferin’ you got off on so much—“
“Shut up, Sawyer.”
“You know who’s responsible for that?”
“Zeke.”
“Your girlfriend.”
Jack sighed and shifted impatiently. “Ana Lucia didn’t shoot you, you idiot, the Others did.”
“They might’ve shot me, but she sure as shit tried to kill me. Took advantage of my weakened state, knocked me down and ground her dirty fuckin’ boot into my shoulder. Wasn’t long after that when I went down in the jungle. She told ‘em to leave me there to die.”
He heard Jack swallow, didn’t wait for his snide response. “I know that makes you hot, the thought of me bein’ tortured and all, but I think I’ll be keepin’ those raincoats for myself. I think I’ll get a little action of my own tonight.”
“After what you did? You’re dreaming if you think anybody will even look at you, let alone—“
“She came to me already, cowboy.”
“Who, Kate?”
“All by her ownself with tears in her eyes and a look on her face that just begged me to do her.” Sawyer leaned forward into a crouch, poised on all fours and nose-to-nose with Jack. “She appreciates me now. See, women get turned on by power. They like a man who takes control. They’re suckers for guys with balls of steel.” Eyes glittering in the dim light, he reached for Jack’s crotch and squeezed. “Feelin’ a little soft there, Doc.”
The flash in Jack’s eyes had him bracing for a blow, but instead Jack snapped, “Before you go offering your steel balls to Kate, you might want to know what she did to you when you weren’t feeling quite so cocky.”
Sawyer raised an eyebrow at him, didn’t move his hand.
“While you were out, delirious, I left her watching you in the hatch. She was supposed to push the button while the rest of us were at Shannon’s funeral. I got back and the alarm was sounding, and you were half-dead on the floor, and she was gone. Your girlfriend threw you down and left you to die or whatever the hell else might happen when the clock gets to zero. You see how much she appreciates you?”
Sawyer laughed, an unamused and unsurprised little puff of air. “Women,” he said, shaking the hair out of his eyes. “They always want to kill me, one time or another.” He dug his fingers into the denim of Jack’s jeans, squeezing lightly. “Then there’s you.”
Jack’s jaw tightened and his eyes locked with Sawyer’s, but he didn’t pull back from Sawyer’s invading hand. This was a pissing contest, a battle of wills. “Everybody wants to kill you at one time or another, Sawyer.”
Sawyer shook his head, and the hair slipped back into his line of sight, breaking the staring game. “Not you. You always want to save me.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to kill you.”
Sawyer’s hand was having an effect, and he flashed dimples, knowing they’d have an effect as well. “That’s not all you want to do to me.”
This time Jack did pull back, hissing, “Jesus Christ, Sawyer, you really have lost your mind.”
Sawyer surged forward, knocking Jack onto his back and straddling his thighs. “Guys like us go two whole months without gettin’ laid, crazy shit’s bound to start happenin’. Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Jack. No birth control needed.”
It didn’t surprise Sawyer that that’s all it took. Jack was furious, Jack was horny as hell, and Jack had something to prove. He reached up, grabbed a fistful of Sawyer’s shirt and yanked, throwing him off balance, then he hooked a leg behind Sawyer’s knees and rolled, pinning him. The look on his face as he closed in for a kiss was fierce, enraged, and the feel of him, hard as steel against Sawyer’s crotch, left no doubt about the state of his balls. Jack assaulted with tongue and teeth and growls of rage and need, and Sawyer bit and sucked and growled and gave back as good as he got. Shirts and shoes were shoved aside and Sawyer surged up against Jack, reveling in the rough feel of Jack’s chest hair against his skin, in the intense friction of hard cock grinding against hard cock.
Jack was furious and he was horny as hell and he was frantic for release, so when he clawed at their zippers and fisted them both, pumping like this was a race to the finish line, Sawyer didn’t complain, though he liked to take it slow. The intensity of the assault told him that this was what Jack had needed all along. They’d do it Sawyer’s way next time. Because there would be a next time, and a next time, and a time after that; plenty of time for Sawyer to show Jack that they could both be in charge, they could both be in control, and that’s how things worked best.
Jack’s growls turned to cries and he tore his mouth from Sawyer’s, dropped his head and sank his teeth into the puckered flesh of Sawyer’s shoulder, breaking skin he’d so recently mended. The pain only intensified the pleasure, and Sawyer responded by drawing Jack’s earlobe firmly into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth and moaned, and felt the vibration go straight through Jack. A sharp gasp and a shudder and he stiffened all over, his fist tightening and his cock jerking violently against Sawyer’s, and then everything was hot and slick and fast and furious and Sawyer was gone, siezed by pleasure so intense it was almost agony, and he cursed and writhed and clawed at Jack until finally it was done, and he lay back and allowed Jack to sink down onto him bonelessly, both of them shaking, both of them aglow. Blood singing with the power of a finished battle that they both had won.
After a long deep silence Jack muttered against Sawyer’s neck, “You still won’t give me the guns, will you?”
Sawyer laughed softly, his lips brushing across the bristly dark hair on the top of Jack’s head. “Never said I wouldn’t. All you ever had to do was ask nice.”
Jack raised up on his elbows and blinked at Sawyer in surprise. “You’ll give them back?”
“Nah. But I’m willin’ to share.”
Jack scowled. “That go for the condoms, too?”
“We back to that already?” He ran his hand down Jack’s back, over his ass and lower still, sliding between his legs, cupping his balls. “I thought we’d found us a solution to that whole birth control issue.”
“The others, Sawyer.” He tried for a stern glare, but he was clearly having trouble concentrating on anything besides the roaming hand down below. “Jin and Sun…and, uh, Rose and Bernard, and….”
“I ain’t got ‘em. But I know where they are.” Sawyer wondered if Libby had discovered yet exactly who had confiscated the condom supply. The big boy had big plans, it seemed. He grinned. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Jack gasped and pressed his hips heavily into Sawyer’s. “Just tell me…I’ll handle it….”
Sawyer’s fingers tightened and he twisted, lightly. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to make his point. “You ain’t my boss, hoss. Thought you’d figured that out already.”
Jack sighed, and it sounded more like relief than irritation. “Fine.” He groaned and spread his legs as Sawyer’s fingers resumed their gentle massage. “You handle it. You handle the condoms…and, ah, the guns…and, uh, I’ll handle the…um, other stuff….”
“Later, Doc.” He raised his head to give Jack a hard, slow, sloppy kiss. “Right now I’m handlin’ all I want to handle.”
He wrapped his arm around Jack’s waist and rolled, so that now he was the one on top, and as his hips began a slow grind he grinned against Jack’s mouth and thought, This time, my way. Next time, yours. There’s room at the top for two.
End
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:13 am (UTC)Saturday night is probably a crazy time to post fic. Nobody'll read it.
Heck no it isn't! What, do you think I have a date or something? ;) Nope. I'm just here, sitting at home in my pajamas, reading really good porn. :D
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:57 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, babe!
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:29 am (UTC)And as stated before - love that Jack is trying to regain control, love that Sawyer wants to share it. I think they certainly could.
Hot and realistic. Perfect snarky Sawyer voice.
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 04:11 am (UTC)*smooch*
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:01 am (UTC)Yay!!!
Does a happy dance, woohoo! This was wonderful m'dear. Yummy and hot and urgent and sweet and fun and hot and luscious.
Because there would be a next time, and a next time, and a time after that; Yippee! Same goes for you, sweetie!
Blood singing with the power of finishing a battle that they both had won. Beautiful.
And better'n ever!
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:12 am (UTC)So, SO glad you liked it. Thanks bunches and bunches for reading. I adore you, you know! ♥
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:12 am (UTC)(You're the sheriff!) :)
I loved this. I love the dialogue, so snarky. And it's hot.
I kind of like that Sawyer squeals on Ana, and Jack squeals on Kate. Both those women have been so bad to them. And there's something so enchanting in Sawyer's observation that Jack always wants to save him.
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:41 am (UTC)It had to be done. At least in my world. ;)
So glad you loved it! I loved yours more. :p I think your homecoming released my muse from whatever evil spell it's been under. You're my fairy godmother!
*huge hugs*
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:50 am (UTC)This was hotness. And that last line was great, LOL.
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Date: 2006-02-26 04:59 am (UTC)Hurley...yeah. He's a horn-dawg. ;)
*smooch*
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:15 am (UTC)I loved Sawyer's voice here. I can never manage to make him quite that believably snarky. or maybe it made you hot and you’re thinking of dragging Chaquita off for some Tarzan jungle sex? BWAH!
I was surprised by the quick move to the sex, but Jack's almost violence at it convinced me soon enough that it was what had to happen. I found the dissection of Jack's control/masculinity issues really interesting, especially since Sawyer called him on it, and managed to tease him about Ana Lucia in the process. (That whore would give it up pretty easy for Jack, not that some of us wouldn't be the same way in that situation, LOL.) I also loved how Jack couldn't talk in complete sentences at the end. He's so cute when he's all worn out and horny.
Great exchange: “Not you. You always want to save me.” “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to kill you.” I'm sensing your feeling about "Lost" in those lines. ;)
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:41 pm (UTC)And yes, just as Jack bitches and moans about Sawyer but loves him, deep down, I complain about Lost but I couldn't live without it. :D
Thanks for the fb! ♥
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:29 am (UTC)Oh, just sooo perfect and in character and HOT and balls! and I don't know...I'm too incoherent to give you the review and compliments that this deserves.
And GUN play, which I'm sure in real life I wouldn't be excited over at all, but...GUH. The big guns do it for me here.
There are TONS of lines I love, but this takes the cake:
Blood singing with the power of finishing a battle that they both had won.
Best Jack/Sawyer 'post glow' line EVER.
I'd give this a bazillion ♥ s...you know, if I wasn't so lazy ;p
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:44 pm (UTC)You okay this morning? Glad you had fun last night! :D
I'll give you a bazillion ♥ ♥ ♥ (x infinity)
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Date: 2006-02-26 05:55 am (UTC)That was hot as hell. You're a master. The phrase balls of steel is going to randomly pop into my head and make me smile all through next week, I think :)
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 05:36 pm (UTC)Very good and very realistic.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 06:40 pm (UTC)thats so hot
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Date: 2006-02-26 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-26 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:46 pm (UTC)Besides smut,which was so very hot and steamy and just GIHHH!-my favorite part is Sawyer and Jack spitting venom at each other,talking about Ana and Kate.
She told ‘em to leave me there to die.
Not that I needed a reminder,but I am glad you included it in this fic,makes it bitter-hot.I can't stand good 7 episodes of S2 because of her and especially because of the disgusting scene of Ana ground her boot into his bleeding shoulder.Writers can do whatever they want(which they don't,btw and it's good:)),but there is no way we will like her-just never gonna happen!
Because there would be a next time, and a next time,and a time after that; plenty of time for Sawyer to show Jack that they could both be in charge,they could both be in control,and that’s how things worked best.
The most perfect line ever!!!
♥
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Date: 2006-02-26 10:19 pm (UTC)*high-fives you*
What I can't understand is how easily Sawyer forgave her for that. She's responsible for how sick he got, and now he's giving her pet names? Sawyer??? The man who mainlines revenge? I'm telling myself that THAT is some sort of Long Con, and he's lulling her into a false sense of security before he takes her out. In fact...hmmm... *contemplates evilbadwrong plot bunny....*
Thanks for reading and thanks for liking! *big hug*
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Date: 2006-02-26 11:53 pm (UTC)*reads fic and iz ded of teh hawt*
powerstruggle!Jack/Sawyer...there is none hawtter. You need to stop killing me ded, really, you do...
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-27 04:17 am (UTC)Best ending line ever.
And GUH. ::loves you:: Fic was fantastic!
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:35 am (UTC)*runs off to fix that*
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Date: 2006-02-27 02:48 pm (UTC)“You handle it. You handle the condoms…and, ah, the guns…and, uh, I’ll handle the…um, other stuff….”
That had me laughing like a loon. Thank god my coworker didn't ask what was so funny. How to explain that?!
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Date: 2006-02-27 04:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, and thanks for liking! :D
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Date: 2006-02-27 03:51 pm (UTC)I love the whole "birth control" thing.
I love the idea of Sawyer and Jack sharing the guns (and much more).
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Date: 2006-02-27 04:40 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2006-02-27 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-27 04:41 pm (UTC)♥ you!
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Date: 2006-02-27 03:56 pm (UTC)I read this as 'room ON top for two' at first.
My mind just kinda ran away with me at this point.
Helped that it was all hotted up from your fic.
Niiice!
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Date: 2006-02-27 04:43 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading. :)
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Date: 2006-02-27 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-27 05:46 pm (UTC)Angry!horny!Jack is love. Sawyer thinks so, too. ;D
Thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:27 pm (UTC)word! lol!
very well done! will the LOST writers ever see the light? *sigh*
*mumbledamncensorshipmumble*
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:48 pm (UTC)I KNOW! It's so clear to us, how can they not see it??? ;)
Thanks for the feedback, darlin'!
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:28 pm (UTC)I loved every word!
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:49 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-03-02 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 06:43 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, and I'm so glad you're newly Lost-obsessed!
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From:no subject
Date: 2006-03-03 07:16 am (UTC)I always love your Sawyer voice, must be the Southern thing, when you write him it just sounds right.
So glad you got inspired again. And even island sex! I thought you said you were all done with all that. Fickle girl!
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Date: 2006-03-03 08:00 pm (UTC)Ha, I think people are finally starting to figure that out. ;) When I say something, I really really mean it...until 5 minutes later when I don't. I'm glad I didn't really really mean that I was giving up on J/S, cuz I think I'd die without them. :D
I'm so glad you liked this! And I'm so glad you're back. I missed you!
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Date: 2006-03-29 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-30 11:48 pm (UTC)ballsmangoes. Sawyer tried to cut off Jack's mangoes when he took the guns, and Jack got Sawyer's in the card game. "When I want the guns, I'll get the guns." Jack, baby, as long as this is how you go about it, I don't think Sawyer will have any problem with it at all.Sorry, sorry, my brain is still mush...um, what were we talking about? Oh, the fic. I thought you weren't into slash, young lady. Resistance is futile, you know. ;) Thanks for reading, and thanks for liking!