Like
by Eiluned
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sawyer likes Kate, and he hates her, but most of all, he wants her. 409 words.
Notes: First Lost fic. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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Sawyer liked her. He couldn’t help himself; he’d tried telling himself that she was a little know-it-all bitch, a cocktease, as much of a liar as he was, and while he knew she was all three, he still liked her.
Well, maybe ‘like’ wasn’t exactly the right word.
He liked her well enough, liked to tease and prod and get a rise out of her, piss her off until pink spots rose on those pale cheeks. He thought that he might even like having real, honest-to-God conversations with her, if she’d get off her high horse. But he liked watching her. He liked watching her hips swing when she walked. He liked the curve of her breasts and the curl of her hair. He especially liked the sight of long, bare legs underneath those tiny black panties and that tank top clinging to her wet body.
He liked her well enough, but he fucking wanted her.
He wanted to taste her mouth again. He wanted her on her back underneath him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, her fingers scrabbling in the sand. He wanted to spread his hands over her breasts and admire the contrast between his tan and her pale. He wanted to know if she was loud or quiet while she was being fucked. He imagined that she’d force herself to be quiet, biting her lip until he made her come. She’d scream his name then, coming hard around his cock, and he’d pound into her, listening to those quiet little gasps, until he came with his face buried in her pretty dark hair.
She was bitchy and condescending, and oh, she’d seen everything there is to see in the world, and she had pity on him, fucking pity. He hated to see her flirt with the doc. He hated that oh-so-compassionate look she got when she looked at him. He liked her and he hated her and, most of all, he wanted her.
Sawyer scrubbed his face with his hands, making a frustrated noise.
“Are you okay?”
He looked up to see Kate standing over him, her hands on her hips and a pale slash of skin peeking out from between her shirt and pants, that vaguely pitying look set on her features.
“I’d be fine, freckles, if you’d get out of my light. How’m I gonna get a tan when you’re blocking the sun?”
She scowled at him and walked off.
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