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ficinabottleSeries: Ultra Sexy Axis of Evil Orgies
Title: Part 2: A Quick Fuck and an Evil Plan
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fluttering_by and waqaychay
Pairing: Charlie/Ana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: snarky sex
Disclaimer: not ours, yadda, yadda, yadda
A/N: this is part 2 of our first tig together. we hope you enjoy! the first part can be found here.
The tree branches whipped his face as Charlie made his way quickly to the beach, and only fueled his anger. The hatch had long ago ceased to be a fun place for him, what with the secret prisoners and walls that attacked people, and he hated to have to spend any time there anymore. If it wasn't for the record player, he would tell Locke to fuck off the next time he wanted Charlie to do button duty.
But he was free now, heading back to the beach, where he could covertly watch Claire and Aaron... and Sayid's arse. That helped his mood slightly.
***
Ana walked slowly along the path, trying to adjust the bag of mangoes hanging from her shoulder while not tripping on any stones or branches. It was harder than one would think, because as much as people used this path, no one had ever bothered tidying up all the crap littered on the small walking space.
Her head shot up from its downward facing position when she heard footsteps. Not wanting to be found and maybe have to make smalltalk, she dove into the bushes on her left side, praying that whoever it was hadn't heard or seen her.
***
Charlie was yanked out of his thoughts about Sayid's arse by a rustle in the bushes ahead. He stopped, frozen in his tracks, and listened hard. He couldn't hear anything but the regular sounds of the jungle -- the branches swaying in the breeze, a bird high above him, a tree frog somewhere to his left. Had he imagined the rustling?
Just when he was about to dismiss the sound as imagination or maybe a boar or something nearby, he heard another movement. He crouched down just off the path, his mind whirling. He didn't have a gun with him, or anything he could use as a weapon. He was too far away for anyone to hear any cry for help. If this was the Others, he was fucked.
***
Ana breathed as quietly as possible and tried to make a hole in the lush greenery covering her without making any noise or showing herself. She couldn't see anything, which meant that whoever it was had probably noticed her presence and stopped and hid somewhere. It also meant that while Ana couldn't see this other person, he or she could (probably) not see Ana either -- because sneaking off the path and around behind Ana would not be possible, Other or not. Too much noisy crap.
She moved her weight over to her other leg, giving the first a rest, and tried to figure out what to do. If it was one of the castaways, her hiding in the bushes would just seem stupid. If it wasn't, she wouldn't seem anything afterward, and that was why she hid. Better safe than sorry.
***
Ana Lucia. Charlie couldn't decide if he was lucky it wasn't one of the Others or not.
He searched around the ground and found some small stones. Carefully, he drew back his arm and pitched them just beyond where she was crouched. When she jumped up and peered into the jungle behind her, Charlie jumped. He hit her in the midsection, his momentum carrying them backward until he had her pinned against a palm tree.
***
"OUF!" She suddenly found herself grabbed around the middle and tackled face first against one of the trees she'd been trying to look behind. Her attacker gripped and held both her hands over her head -- hang on, she knew those hands.
"Fuck, you crazy junkie, let me go!" she spat, wriggling and bucking like mad to get him off, but he had the advantage here. He was stronger and had her in a weak and slightly uncomfortable position.
***
Chuckling, he ground his pelvis into her arse. "Now, that's not really what you want, is it?" She tried to throw an elbow back at his face, but he tightened his grip on her wrists and pinned them to the tree bark. "Oi. Play nice."
Nuzzling into her sweaty neck, Charlie could feel how rapid her pulse was. She was practically vibrating in his arms. He could feel himself start to get hard and thought that this was just what he needed to relieve his bad mood.
***
She struggled a bit more, but knew that he had the upper hand and she would not be able to free herself.
She felt him nuzzle her neck, and her pulse sped up a bit. More so when she felt him harden against her ass.
"So, feels like Sayid's ass isn't the only one you're fancying."
***
Did she just offer....? No, surely not. But... Charlie thrust his hips against her again, his cock rubbing delightfully against the crack of her arse. "Maybe I need to try this one out, see if I like it."
He transferred her wrists to one hand and slid his hand down to cup one cheek. He squeezed gently and held his breath, anticipating her response.
***
She bit back a moan, but couldn't stop herself from bucking a little in his grip, which immidiately tightened. She bent her head to the tree trunk and decided to hell with it -- arched her back and rubbed her ass against the prominent ridge she could feel through two layers of denim.
***
Holy hell, this was going to be easier than he thought. He thrust against her some more, loving the way she moved against him. "Fuck," he mumbled, starting to pant with the heat of the jungle and her plastered all along his front.
With his free hand, he pulled her shoulder bag off her, and reached around and fumbled with her belt buckle. He grunted when he couldn't work it open with one hand and let go of her wrists so he could use both.
***
She just barely registered that her hands were free, but then it hit her and she spun around, making a grab for his belt before she was even fully facing him.
Four arms and hands fumbled and crashed in their eagerness, and she pulled hers away, pulling on his t-shirt instead, up and over his head, forcing him to let go of her now open belt and fly.
***
He growled a little when she forced him to take his hands off her fly and tore off his t-shirt so he could put them back. Yanking her jeans and panties down, he slid two fingers against her clit, moaning when she bucked into him.
Her small, strong fingers twisted his nipples, something that Charlie had always loved. He pushed into her hands, then leaned forward and bit her neck, just below her jaw line, sucking the skin there while he thrust a finger inside her.
***
She gave his nipples a last twist and let go of them to wrestle her own top off, giving her own nipples a quick pinch before pushing his mouth, which was nibbling on her jaw, down to her breasts.
She leaned back against the tree and attacked his pants again, pulling his fly open and his cock out of its confines.
***
Charlie moved forward, pinning her back the tree, stumbling because he couldn't see anything with his face buried in her cleavage. He bit and sucked at her nipples and grunted when her small hand circled around his cock. He thrust into her palm, dragging her jeans down her legs as far as he could reach.
When her pants were around her knees, he tried to lift one of her legs to wrap it around his waist. It didn't get far. He growled again in frustration, trying to get as close to her as possible, trying to figure out how to get his cock in her at this angle.
***
She groan and bucked again, this time in impatience. She felt her pants tighten around her thighs, but they needed to be off, completely off -- and that wasn't going to happen in that position. She wriggled and managed to get them to her knees, but that was as far down as they'd go now. She tried to turn and felt him grip her upper arms.
***
He grabbed her arms to still her, taking deep breaths. If this was going to happen, he needed to stop for a minute, calm down a bit, and think this out. It was hard to do with her mewling and bucking against him, but he managed to calm his lust a bit and figure out what he had to do.
He shoved her back against the tree and glared at her. "Fucking stay right there," he growled, then dropped to his knees. He made quick work of one boot and pulled her jeans down and off that one leg. Then, as quick as he could, he stood again and had her legs around his waist.
***
Aaahh, much better. She hadn't liked it much when he pushed her back and away, but this was good, This was really good, and it only got better when she felt the wet, hot tip of his cock drag over her clit and down her pussy lips splitting them open and pushing inside in one long, slow movement. She groaned again and tightened her legs around his hips.
***
Fuck, yeah.
He cupped her arse in his hands and thrust slowly in and out of her a few times to feel how tight she was around him at this angle. Once he was sure he wasn't going to slip out of her or drop her on that spectacular behind of hers, he really started to pound into her. The one boot she was still wearing was digging into his back, annoying him. Blindly, he fumbled behind himself until he had the boot untied, and she helpfully kicked it off. Another kick, and her jeans flew to join it.
She wrapped her leg around his waist again and kept tightening around him, legs and pussy, and he leaned forward a little so he was rubbing her clit every time he thrust forward. She really clamped down on him then.
***
She could feel his hot breath on her neck and collarbone when he gripped tighter, leaned forward a little and started moving faster and harder. And, oh, rubbing against her clit.
But it still wasn't quite enough to get her over the edge; she wriggled and bucked and moaned in frustration when she only succeeded in teasing herself -- although his rather desperate whimpers and groans were very satisfying in their own way.
"Ngh," she forced out. "I need more, just a little bit more," and arched against him again.
***
Using his thrusting hips to keep her pinned in place, Charlie braced his hands against the tree and leaned back slightly to put a little distance between their bodies. He kissed her, hard, biting and sucking at her mouth, thrusting with his tongue in a pale imitation of what he was doing with his cock. When she was gasping for air, he growled into her ear, "Touch yourself. Bring yourself off."
***
She gasped when he left her go, drawing in air, and took hold of his shoulder with one hand, bracing herself, and thrust the other down between them, finding her clit. She gave it four, five hard and fast rubs, and shouted something unintelligible when her orgasm hit her suddenly, making her buck, writhe and shake between Charlie and the tree.
***
Charlie yelled "Fuck!" loudly as her orgasm catapulted him into his own. He thrust completely into her and ground against her pelvis, rocking them both and probably squishing her uncomfortably against the tree. He didn't care, though, as he came in long, hard spurts deep inside her. "Fuck, fuck," he continued to gasp, his body tense and shaking.
***
She hardly felt her back getting scratched as he suddenly yelled and started bucking and pressing against her, as it intensified and lengthened her orgasm with a few seconds of almost painfully strong pleasure. She sucked in air in huge gulps and shook a little when he finally let up the pressure on her clit, and slowly came down from the high.
***
He drew back a little and felt himself slip out of her. He winced a little as the movement against his oversensitive cock caused almost unbearable bolts of pleasure to race through his groin. As he caught his breath, he stood up straight, letting her legs fall to the ground.
When she was standing on her own, he stumbled back a couple steps and fell to his knees. "Why the bloody hell does that keep happening?" he asked, not looking her in the eye.
***
She fell back against the tree trunk, feeling how swollen she was, still throbbing, and how the juices form the both of them slowly leaked down her thighs.
He'd said something.
"What? Why? Dunno. Aren't you with Locke on this 'everything happens for a reason' train? Does sex like this even need a reason?" She looked around for her clothes and spotted her tank top draped over a bush and her jeans, panties and boots in a messy pile halfway under some roots.
***
He watched her gather up her clothes and reached down to do up his own zip. His cock felt sticky and too warm once back inside his clothes, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
"So you do this a lot?" he asked, looking at her arse as she pulled on her panties. "Spontaneous rough sex with people you barely like?"
***
She sent him a glare before her head disappeared inside her tanktop, buying her a couple of seconds.
"No, I don't. You seem awfully used to it, though. But it might just be your occupation as a rockstar -- sorry, I meant your previous occupation."
She sat down on a rock and tried to untangle the mess of jeans and boots.
***
Charlie scowled. That hit a little too close to home. "So, what? Are we just going to keep on like this? Because I have to say, while you may be a good fuck, I'm not exactly your biggest fan."
He stood and dusted off the knees of his jeans. Standing upright, he stretched his arms over his head, wincing at the many pops in his spine, and looked left and right into the jungle. He frowned when he didn't see anyone lurking, watching.
***
"That's my line," she said, and shook the pants free of wrinkles and dirt before pulling them on and fastening the belt buckle. "Quality isn't the first word that comes to mind when I think of your music.
"But to answer your question, going at it like this may not be the smartest idea. Then again, sex was never assosiated with high intelligence. What do you propose we do? Avoiding people is hard on this island."
***
He let the barb about his music slide off his back and chuckled a little at her last sentence. When that drew a confused look from her, he grinned widely. "Sayid certainly didn't avoid us last time, did he? In fact, not avoiding us made him rather... hard." He chuckled again and winked at her.
***
"Wha -- oh." She paused in tying her laces, but didn't look at him. She chuckled, too.
"So, who of us do you think he was staring at?" She finally lifted her head and threw him a smirk, straightening her back and stretching her legs out.
***
He smirked back at her. "I'm not sure. That guy is hard to read at the best of times." He chuckled again when he realized he had said 'hard' again.
"Does it really matter? He looked ready to join us, either way." Looking away, he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. "That would be... interesting, wouldn't it?"
***
"Well, that would depend on whether we keep doing this or not, wouldn't it? You just said it wasn't a good idea."
She rolled her shoulders and tried to ease up on the tightness that seemed to have gripped the muscles in the past few minutes.
***
He snorted. "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly known for keeping away from bad ideas." He kept looking into the jungle, not exactly sure if he was looking for something or just avoiding her. "I mean.... Look, life here sucks, right? We could be attacked by the Others or eaten by a polar bear any day. So why not have a little fun while we're at it, yeah?"
He ran his fingers nervously through his hair. "And if Sayid wanted to join in...."
***
She cocked her head and looked at him, wondering why he suddenly seemed to be nervous.
"Sure. Why not? Fun for all the family. How are you going to get him to do it, though? He got his share of fun right before I arrived here and hasn't had much reason to cheer up after."
***
He looked at her incredulously. "You'd do it?" She shrugged and nodded, and Charlie grinned a wide, evil grin. "In that case, I have a plan."
Title: Part 2: A Quick Fuck and an Evil Plan
Authors:
fluttering_by and waqaychayPairing: Charlie/Ana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: snarky sex
Disclaimer: not ours, yadda, yadda, yadda
A/N: this is part 2 of our first tig together. we hope you enjoy! the first part can be found here.
The tree branches whipped his face as Charlie made his way quickly to the beach, and only fueled his anger. The hatch had long ago ceased to be a fun place for him, what with the secret prisoners and walls that attacked people, and he hated to have to spend any time there anymore. If it wasn't for the record player, he would tell Locke to fuck off the next time he wanted Charlie to do button duty.
But he was free now, heading back to the beach, where he could covertly watch Claire and Aaron... and Sayid's arse. That helped his mood slightly.
***
Ana walked slowly along the path, trying to adjust the bag of mangoes hanging from her shoulder while not tripping on any stones or branches. It was harder than one would think, because as much as people used this path, no one had ever bothered tidying up all the crap littered on the small walking space.
Her head shot up from its downward facing position when she heard footsteps. Not wanting to be found and maybe have to make smalltalk, she dove into the bushes on her left side, praying that whoever it was hadn't heard or seen her.
***
Charlie was yanked out of his thoughts about Sayid's arse by a rustle in the bushes ahead. He stopped, frozen in his tracks, and listened hard. He couldn't hear anything but the regular sounds of the jungle -- the branches swaying in the breeze, a bird high above him, a tree frog somewhere to his left. Had he imagined the rustling?
Just when he was about to dismiss the sound as imagination or maybe a boar or something nearby, he heard another movement. He crouched down just off the path, his mind whirling. He didn't have a gun with him, or anything he could use as a weapon. He was too far away for anyone to hear any cry for help. If this was the Others, he was fucked.
***
Ana breathed as quietly as possible and tried to make a hole in the lush greenery covering her without making any noise or showing herself. She couldn't see anything, which meant that whoever it was had probably noticed her presence and stopped and hid somewhere. It also meant that while Ana couldn't see this other person, he or she could (probably) not see Ana either -- because sneaking off the path and around behind Ana would not be possible, Other or not. Too much noisy crap.
She moved her weight over to her other leg, giving the first a rest, and tried to figure out what to do. If it was one of the castaways, her hiding in the bushes would just seem stupid. If it wasn't, she wouldn't seem anything afterward, and that was why she hid. Better safe than sorry.
***
Ana Lucia. Charlie couldn't decide if he was lucky it wasn't one of the Others or not.
He searched around the ground and found some small stones. Carefully, he drew back his arm and pitched them just beyond where she was crouched. When she jumped up and peered into the jungle behind her, Charlie jumped. He hit her in the midsection, his momentum carrying them backward until he had her pinned against a palm tree.
***
"OUF!" She suddenly found herself grabbed around the middle and tackled face first against one of the trees she'd been trying to look behind. Her attacker gripped and held both her hands over her head -- hang on, she knew those hands.
"Fuck, you crazy junkie, let me go!" she spat, wriggling and bucking like mad to get him off, but he had the advantage here. He was stronger and had her in a weak and slightly uncomfortable position.
***
Chuckling, he ground his pelvis into her arse. "Now, that's not really what you want, is it?" She tried to throw an elbow back at his face, but he tightened his grip on her wrists and pinned them to the tree bark. "Oi. Play nice."
Nuzzling into her sweaty neck, Charlie could feel how rapid her pulse was. She was practically vibrating in his arms. He could feel himself start to get hard and thought that this was just what he needed to relieve his bad mood.
***
She struggled a bit more, but knew that he had the upper hand and she would not be able to free herself.
She felt him nuzzle her neck, and her pulse sped up a bit. More so when she felt him harden against her ass.
"So, feels like Sayid's ass isn't the only one you're fancying."
***
Did she just offer....? No, surely not. But... Charlie thrust his hips against her again, his cock rubbing delightfully against the crack of her arse. "Maybe I need to try this one out, see if I like it."
He transferred her wrists to one hand and slid his hand down to cup one cheek. He squeezed gently and held his breath, anticipating her response.
***
She bit back a moan, but couldn't stop herself from bucking a little in his grip, which immidiately tightened. She bent her head to the tree trunk and decided to hell with it -- arched her back and rubbed her ass against the prominent ridge she could feel through two layers of denim.
***
Holy hell, this was going to be easier than he thought. He thrust against her some more, loving the way she moved against him. "Fuck," he mumbled, starting to pant with the heat of the jungle and her plastered all along his front.
With his free hand, he pulled her shoulder bag off her, and reached around and fumbled with her belt buckle. He grunted when he couldn't work it open with one hand and let go of her wrists so he could use both.
***
She just barely registered that her hands were free, but then it hit her and she spun around, making a grab for his belt before she was even fully facing him.
Four arms and hands fumbled and crashed in their eagerness, and she pulled hers away, pulling on his t-shirt instead, up and over his head, forcing him to let go of her now open belt and fly.
***
He growled a little when she forced him to take his hands off her fly and tore off his t-shirt so he could put them back. Yanking her jeans and panties down, he slid two fingers against her clit, moaning when she bucked into him.
Her small, strong fingers twisted his nipples, something that Charlie had always loved. He pushed into her hands, then leaned forward and bit her neck, just below her jaw line, sucking the skin there while he thrust a finger inside her.
***
She gave his nipples a last twist and let go of them to wrestle her own top off, giving her own nipples a quick pinch before pushing his mouth, which was nibbling on her jaw, down to her breasts.
She leaned back against the tree and attacked his pants again, pulling his fly open and his cock out of its confines.
***
Charlie moved forward, pinning her back the tree, stumbling because he couldn't see anything with his face buried in her cleavage. He bit and sucked at her nipples and grunted when her small hand circled around his cock. He thrust into her palm, dragging her jeans down her legs as far as he could reach.
When her pants were around her knees, he tried to lift one of her legs to wrap it around his waist. It didn't get far. He growled again in frustration, trying to get as close to her as possible, trying to figure out how to get his cock in her at this angle.
***
She groan and bucked again, this time in impatience. She felt her pants tighten around her thighs, but they needed to be off, completely off -- and that wasn't going to happen in that position. She wriggled and managed to get them to her knees, but that was as far down as they'd go now. She tried to turn and felt him grip her upper arms.
***
He grabbed her arms to still her, taking deep breaths. If this was going to happen, he needed to stop for a minute, calm down a bit, and think this out. It was hard to do with her mewling and bucking against him, but he managed to calm his lust a bit and figure out what he had to do.
He shoved her back against the tree and glared at her. "Fucking stay right there," he growled, then dropped to his knees. He made quick work of one boot and pulled her jeans down and off that one leg. Then, as quick as he could, he stood again and had her legs around his waist.
***
Aaahh, much better. She hadn't liked it much when he pushed her back and away, but this was good, This was really good, and it only got better when she felt the wet, hot tip of his cock drag over her clit and down her pussy lips splitting them open and pushing inside in one long, slow movement. She groaned again and tightened her legs around his hips.
***
Fuck, yeah.
He cupped her arse in his hands and thrust slowly in and out of her a few times to feel how tight she was around him at this angle. Once he was sure he wasn't going to slip out of her or drop her on that spectacular behind of hers, he really started to pound into her. The one boot she was still wearing was digging into his back, annoying him. Blindly, he fumbled behind himself until he had the boot untied, and she helpfully kicked it off. Another kick, and her jeans flew to join it.
She wrapped her leg around his waist again and kept tightening around him, legs and pussy, and he leaned forward a little so he was rubbing her clit every time he thrust forward. She really clamped down on him then.
***
She could feel his hot breath on her neck and collarbone when he gripped tighter, leaned forward a little and started moving faster and harder. And, oh, rubbing against her clit.
But it still wasn't quite enough to get her over the edge; she wriggled and bucked and moaned in frustration when she only succeeded in teasing herself -- although his rather desperate whimpers and groans were very satisfying in their own way.
"Ngh," she forced out. "I need more, just a little bit more," and arched against him again.
***
Using his thrusting hips to keep her pinned in place, Charlie braced his hands against the tree and leaned back slightly to put a little distance between their bodies. He kissed her, hard, biting and sucking at her mouth, thrusting with his tongue in a pale imitation of what he was doing with his cock. When she was gasping for air, he growled into her ear, "Touch yourself. Bring yourself off."
***
She gasped when he left her go, drawing in air, and took hold of his shoulder with one hand, bracing herself, and thrust the other down between them, finding her clit. She gave it four, five hard and fast rubs, and shouted something unintelligible when her orgasm hit her suddenly, making her buck, writhe and shake between Charlie and the tree.
***
Charlie yelled "Fuck!" loudly as her orgasm catapulted him into his own. He thrust completely into her and ground against her pelvis, rocking them both and probably squishing her uncomfortably against the tree. He didn't care, though, as he came in long, hard spurts deep inside her. "Fuck, fuck," he continued to gasp, his body tense and shaking.
***
She hardly felt her back getting scratched as he suddenly yelled and started bucking and pressing against her, as it intensified and lengthened her orgasm with a few seconds of almost painfully strong pleasure. She sucked in air in huge gulps and shook a little when he finally let up the pressure on her clit, and slowly came down from the high.
***
He drew back a little and felt himself slip out of her. He winced a little as the movement against his oversensitive cock caused almost unbearable bolts of pleasure to race through his groin. As he caught his breath, he stood up straight, letting her legs fall to the ground.
When she was standing on her own, he stumbled back a couple steps and fell to his knees. "Why the bloody hell does that keep happening?" he asked, not looking her in the eye.
***
She fell back against the tree trunk, feeling how swollen she was, still throbbing, and how the juices form the both of them slowly leaked down her thighs.
He'd said something.
"What? Why? Dunno. Aren't you with Locke on this 'everything happens for a reason' train? Does sex like this even need a reason?" She looked around for her clothes and spotted her tank top draped over a bush and her jeans, panties and boots in a messy pile halfway under some roots.
***
He watched her gather up her clothes and reached down to do up his own zip. His cock felt sticky and too warm once back inside his clothes, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
"So you do this a lot?" he asked, looking at her arse as she pulled on her panties. "Spontaneous rough sex with people you barely like?"
***
She sent him a glare before her head disappeared inside her tanktop, buying her a couple of seconds.
"No, I don't. You seem awfully used to it, though. But it might just be your occupation as a rockstar -- sorry, I meant your previous occupation."
She sat down on a rock and tried to untangle the mess of jeans and boots.
***
Charlie scowled. That hit a little too close to home. "So, what? Are we just going to keep on like this? Because I have to say, while you may be a good fuck, I'm not exactly your biggest fan."
He stood and dusted off the knees of his jeans. Standing upright, he stretched his arms over his head, wincing at the many pops in his spine, and looked left and right into the jungle. He frowned when he didn't see anyone lurking, watching.
***
"That's my line," she said, and shook the pants free of wrinkles and dirt before pulling them on and fastening the belt buckle. "Quality isn't the first word that comes to mind when I think of your music.
"But to answer your question, going at it like this may not be the smartest idea. Then again, sex was never assosiated with high intelligence. What do you propose we do? Avoiding people is hard on this island."
***
He let the barb about his music slide off his back and chuckled a little at her last sentence. When that drew a confused look from her, he grinned widely. "Sayid certainly didn't avoid us last time, did he? In fact, not avoiding us made him rather... hard." He chuckled again and winked at her.
***
"Wha -- oh." She paused in tying her laces, but didn't look at him. She chuckled, too.
"So, who of us do you think he was staring at?" She finally lifted her head and threw him a smirk, straightening her back and stretching her legs out.
***
He smirked back at her. "I'm not sure. That guy is hard to read at the best of times." He chuckled again when he realized he had said 'hard' again.
"Does it really matter? He looked ready to join us, either way." Looking away, he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. "That would be... interesting, wouldn't it?"
***
"Well, that would depend on whether we keep doing this or not, wouldn't it? You just said it wasn't a good idea."
She rolled her shoulders and tried to ease up on the tightness that seemed to have gripped the muscles in the past few minutes.
***
He snorted. "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly known for keeping away from bad ideas." He kept looking into the jungle, not exactly sure if he was looking for something or just avoiding her. "I mean.... Look, life here sucks, right? We could be attacked by the Others or eaten by a polar bear any day. So why not have a little fun while we're at it, yeah?"
He ran his fingers nervously through his hair. "And if Sayid wanted to join in...."
***
She cocked her head and looked at him, wondering why he suddenly seemed to be nervous.
"Sure. Why not? Fun for all the family. How are you going to get him to do it, though? He got his share of fun right before I arrived here and hasn't had much reason to cheer up after."
***
He looked at her incredulously. "You'd do it?" She shrugged and nodded, and Charlie grinned a wide, evil grin. "In that case, I have a plan."
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Date: 2006-04-28 08:08 am (UTC)I love non-canon pairings and this was hot :] Plus, the shoe! Lol!
Nice one ;)
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Date: 2006-04-28 08:52 am (UTC)