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Fic: Release
Title: Release
Rating: R
Pairings: Shannon/Sawyer, Shannon/Boone
Disclaimer: Blah, I own nothing......blah.
Summary: When Boone won't respond to her, Shannon uses Sawyer for her release.
The first thing Shannon noticed about Sawyer was that his hair was longer than Boone’s. Of course, this was something anyone could notice just by looking at the two, but it was much more noticeable when she kissed him. It suddenly seemed to matter so much more. The next noticeable thing was the roughness of his face, a difference was only noticeable during intimate encounters. Boone’s face was soft, pampered from years of the finest soaps and lotions. Sawyer’s differences both thrilled and saddened her.
She knew Sawyer was only in it for the fun. Once he was bored he’d toss her aside, like it had never even happened, and Shannon wouldn’t care. That was probably why he’d picked her for the occasional late night encounter. Sawyer knew that no real feelings would ever pass between them.
But there was a way he looked at her. Anyone on the island might think it was a look of affection, or possibly love. But Shannon knew what the look really was. It was a look of knowledge. She knew that sawyer knew about her and Boone. How, she wasn’t sure. They had barely touched each other since they were on the island. There was the occasional night when Boone would wrap Shannon in his arms and rock her to sleep, but they’d never ventured past that. Boone wouldn’t let her.
Somehow, though, Sawyer had found out. Maybe he’d gotten his hands on her journal, which she thought had perished in the crash. She wasn’t sure how he’d found out, but he most definitely knew.
That was probably why she was in this ‘relationship’. Something inside of her wanted to prove him wrong, even though they both knew he was entirely right. Shannon had stumbled away from the camp one night, making out like she was searching for wood when she was really looking for Boone. And Sawyer had followed her, cornered her against a tree and looked into her eyes, as if to say, “I know your dirty secret. Challenge me. Prove me wrong.”
So Shannon kissed him, hard and forcefully, and he returned it as they fell to the ground. It happened quickly, both afraid of being caught by someone, anyone might find them while hunting for firewood. And when it was over, Shannon didn’t feel a bit guilty.
She also wanted to get to Boone. She never bothered to hide her thing with Sawyer from him. In fact, she flat out told him one day, while they were sitting on the beach, him tickling her toes, making promises to her with his hands that would never be fulfilled.
“I fucked Sawyer yesterday,” she said nonchalantly.
He stopped tickling her feet and stared at her. There had only been one other time when he was confronted with Shannon’s indiscretions, and he’d gotten his ass kicked over it. Boone still had never been with anyone else, and Shannon’s betrayal stung just as hard this time as it had the first.
So Boone went to get his ass kicked that night. He went there meekly, not full of any kind of bravado, knowing he would lose the fight. He punched Sawyer first, and then allowed the larger man to attack him, barely fighting back. He never felt like he was cleansing himself of his own sins, only of Shannon’s.
Jack and Michael pulled the two apart, and Boone looked around for Shannon, but didn’t see her anywhere. Jack tended to his wounds, and Boone found he missed the gentle touch of Shannon’s fingers, cleaning his scrapes, and promising him unconditional love with each caress.
He walked back to their shelter that night, to find Shannon already asleep. He tried to settle down quietly beside, but a small injury to his leg made it difficult, and she turned over.
“Boone, what the hell?” She wasn’t angry, only concerned.
“I got in a fight.”
“That was you? I ignored it because I figured you weren’t stupid enough to do the same thing twice.”
“Clearly I am.”
Shannon only looked at him forgivingly, placing her hand on his face and stroking it gently. Boone leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, as if they had never kissed before, then more passionately. Boone had forgotten how wonderful it was to feel Shannon in his arms, his lips on hers, their tongues meeting. He couldn’t remember how long it had been, how long they had been on the island. He clung to her as if letting go would strip him of his life. But when she began to unbutton his shirt, he stopped.
“We can’t Shan,” Boone said apologetically, stroking her hair.
“Why not?”
“Shannon, people here…they look at us like we’re normal. Don’t you remember how people used to look at us back home. How much you hated it?”
“I don’t care about that here.”
“I do.”
Shannon let out an indignant laugh of disbelief. “Fine,” she said, and laid back down, her back to him.
She waited until his breathing became even to sneak out. She felt like a teenager, sneaking out of her mom’s house to meet some cute guy on his Harley. She found Sawyer’s shelter, where he was sleeping, peacefully, on his back. She curled up beside him and kissed him, biting his lower lip, making sure he felt just a twinge of pain. His eyes sprung open, and he looked at her smiling. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Not morning yet,” she said, kissing his neck.
“What can I do you for?”
“I think you know,” Shannon said, moving back up to his lips.
“You know, Sticks? I’m starting to think you’re using me as some kind of sex toy,” Sawyer said, as his hand slipped under her shirt.
“Yeah, I think that, too,” Shannon said as she began to unbuckle his belt.
“Well, as long as we’re on the same wavelength.”
She kissed him again, harder, moving so that she was straddling him.
“You know, I kicked your brother’s ass tonight,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt.
“He probably deserved it.”
“He got awfully testy about me and you, didn’t he?”
Shannon but is lip, drawing blood. “Don’t bring that up tonight,” she said as she began to rock back and forth on Sawyer’s lap.
“You’re the boss.”
Sex with Sawyer was always a dizzying and immensely satisfying experience. When it was over she dazedly wandered back to Boone, laying down beside him. Unfortunately, it was never as fulfilling as it was with Boone.
She woke up that morning before daybreak. The was only a small spattering of light in the sky, and no one else on the island was awake. She turned to see Boone, staring at her.
“You went to him last night, didn’t you?” He asked, angry.
“Yes, I did. It’s not like I’m getting any here.”
“You know I still haven’t been with anyone else? It’s always been you Shannon. I don’t know where we got to the point where it wasn’t always me for you.”
“Oh, please. It’s not like I love him or anything. I fucked him, because I felt like it, and you didn’t. It wasn’t anything more.”
“It was and you know it Shannon.”
And she did. When Boone looked at her, sad and tired, dirty from the island and thin from lack of food, she felt guilty for the first time on the island. Boone surprised her by kissing her roughly. He kissed her so hard it hurt her jaw, but she didn’t mind as long as it was Boone. He moved on top of her, pushing his mouth harder against her, trying to gain as much access to her as possible. The next moments were a blur, but she remembered gasping as he entered her, once again claiming her body as his. It was rougher, harder, and scarier than it had ever been before, but at least it was Boone. He whispered to her that he loved her, and that she would always be his, and that no matter how hard she tried to get away, he would always bring her back. Shannon just repeated how much she loved him, over and over, and cried into the crook of his neck
That afternoon, she encountered Sawyer in the forest. “I’m not in the mood, Sawyer. Not today.”
“Neither am I, Sticks,” he said. “Looks like I’m going to need to find myself a new playmate.”
Shannon didn’t know why she was a little hurt to hear him say this. “Why?”
“Because you’re tainted now, Princess. Not that you weren’t before, but this time it’s fresh, and that’s not my style.” He winked at her and walked away, looking for a new person to challenge in his private game.
Shannon sat on the ground and cried, not because she had lost Sawyer, but because he had just proven what she had always thought to be true, that her sins were painted on her, like some kind of scarlet letter. But at least he was the only one. The others, they were too wrapped up in surviving to notice Shannon and her shame. So she walked back to the camp, who dragged her behind an piece of wreckage and kissed her. And nobody else cared. Shannon had never been happier.
Rating: R
Pairings: Shannon/Sawyer, Shannon/Boone
Disclaimer: Blah, I own nothing......blah.
Summary: When Boone won't respond to her, Shannon uses Sawyer for her release.
The first thing Shannon noticed about Sawyer was that his hair was longer than Boone’s. Of course, this was something anyone could notice just by looking at the two, but it was much more noticeable when she kissed him. It suddenly seemed to matter so much more. The next noticeable thing was the roughness of his face, a difference was only noticeable during intimate encounters. Boone’s face was soft, pampered from years of the finest soaps and lotions. Sawyer’s differences both thrilled and saddened her.
She knew Sawyer was only in it for the fun. Once he was bored he’d toss her aside, like it had never even happened, and Shannon wouldn’t care. That was probably why he’d picked her for the occasional late night encounter. Sawyer knew that no real feelings would ever pass between them.
But there was a way he looked at her. Anyone on the island might think it was a look of affection, or possibly love. But Shannon knew what the look really was. It was a look of knowledge. She knew that sawyer knew about her and Boone. How, she wasn’t sure. They had barely touched each other since they were on the island. There was the occasional night when Boone would wrap Shannon in his arms and rock her to sleep, but they’d never ventured past that. Boone wouldn’t let her.
Somehow, though, Sawyer had found out. Maybe he’d gotten his hands on her journal, which she thought had perished in the crash. She wasn’t sure how he’d found out, but he most definitely knew.
That was probably why she was in this ‘relationship’. Something inside of her wanted to prove him wrong, even though they both knew he was entirely right. Shannon had stumbled away from the camp one night, making out like she was searching for wood when she was really looking for Boone. And Sawyer had followed her, cornered her against a tree and looked into her eyes, as if to say, “I know your dirty secret. Challenge me. Prove me wrong.”
So Shannon kissed him, hard and forcefully, and he returned it as they fell to the ground. It happened quickly, both afraid of being caught by someone, anyone might find them while hunting for firewood. And when it was over, Shannon didn’t feel a bit guilty.
She also wanted to get to Boone. She never bothered to hide her thing with Sawyer from him. In fact, she flat out told him one day, while they were sitting on the beach, him tickling her toes, making promises to her with his hands that would never be fulfilled.
“I fucked Sawyer yesterday,” she said nonchalantly.
He stopped tickling her feet and stared at her. There had only been one other time when he was confronted with Shannon’s indiscretions, and he’d gotten his ass kicked over it. Boone still had never been with anyone else, and Shannon’s betrayal stung just as hard this time as it had the first.
So Boone went to get his ass kicked that night. He went there meekly, not full of any kind of bravado, knowing he would lose the fight. He punched Sawyer first, and then allowed the larger man to attack him, barely fighting back. He never felt like he was cleansing himself of his own sins, only of Shannon’s.
Jack and Michael pulled the two apart, and Boone looked around for Shannon, but didn’t see her anywhere. Jack tended to his wounds, and Boone found he missed the gentle touch of Shannon’s fingers, cleaning his scrapes, and promising him unconditional love with each caress.
He walked back to their shelter that night, to find Shannon already asleep. He tried to settle down quietly beside, but a small injury to his leg made it difficult, and she turned over.
“Boone, what the hell?” She wasn’t angry, only concerned.
“I got in a fight.”
“That was you? I ignored it because I figured you weren’t stupid enough to do the same thing twice.”
“Clearly I am.”
Shannon only looked at him forgivingly, placing her hand on his face and stroking it gently. Boone leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, as if they had never kissed before, then more passionately. Boone had forgotten how wonderful it was to feel Shannon in his arms, his lips on hers, their tongues meeting. He couldn’t remember how long it had been, how long they had been on the island. He clung to her as if letting go would strip him of his life. But when she began to unbutton his shirt, he stopped.
“We can’t Shan,” Boone said apologetically, stroking her hair.
“Why not?”
“Shannon, people here…they look at us like we’re normal. Don’t you remember how people used to look at us back home. How much you hated it?”
“I don’t care about that here.”
“I do.”
Shannon let out an indignant laugh of disbelief. “Fine,” she said, and laid back down, her back to him.
She waited until his breathing became even to sneak out. She felt like a teenager, sneaking out of her mom’s house to meet some cute guy on his Harley. She found Sawyer’s shelter, where he was sleeping, peacefully, on his back. She curled up beside him and kissed him, biting his lower lip, making sure he felt just a twinge of pain. His eyes sprung open, and he looked at her smiling. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Not morning yet,” she said, kissing his neck.
“What can I do you for?”
“I think you know,” Shannon said, moving back up to his lips.
“You know, Sticks? I’m starting to think you’re using me as some kind of sex toy,” Sawyer said, as his hand slipped under her shirt.
“Yeah, I think that, too,” Shannon said as she began to unbuckle his belt.
“Well, as long as we’re on the same wavelength.”
She kissed him again, harder, moving so that she was straddling him.
“You know, I kicked your brother’s ass tonight,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt.
“He probably deserved it.”
“He got awfully testy about me and you, didn’t he?”
Shannon but is lip, drawing blood. “Don’t bring that up tonight,” she said as she began to rock back and forth on Sawyer’s lap.
“You’re the boss.”
Sex with Sawyer was always a dizzying and immensely satisfying experience. When it was over she dazedly wandered back to Boone, laying down beside him. Unfortunately, it was never as fulfilling as it was with Boone.
She woke up that morning before daybreak. The was only a small spattering of light in the sky, and no one else on the island was awake. She turned to see Boone, staring at her.
“You went to him last night, didn’t you?” He asked, angry.
“Yes, I did. It’s not like I’m getting any here.”
“You know I still haven’t been with anyone else? It’s always been you Shannon. I don’t know where we got to the point where it wasn’t always me for you.”
“Oh, please. It’s not like I love him or anything. I fucked him, because I felt like it, and you didn’t. It wasn’t anything more.”
“It was and you know it Shannon.”
And she did. When Boone looked at her, sad and tired, dirty from the island and thin from lack of food, she felt guilty for the first time on the island. Boone surprised her by kissing her roughly. He kissed her so hard it hurt her jaw, but she didn’t mind as long as it was Boone. He moved on top of her, pushing his mouth harder against her, trying to gain as much access to her as possible. The next moments were a blur, but she remembered gasping as he entered her, once again claiming her body as his. It was rougher, harder, and scarier than it had ever been before, but at least it was Boone. He whispered to her that he loved her, and that she would always be his, and that no matter how hard she tried to get away, he would always bring her back. Shannon just repeated how much she loved him, over and over, and cried into the crook of his neck
That afternoon, she encountered Sawyer in the forest. “I’m not in the mood, Sawyer. Not today.”
“Neither am I, Sticks,” he said. “Looks like I’m going to need to find myself a new playmate.”
Shannon didn’t know why she was a little hurt to hear him say this. “Why?”
“Because you’re tainted now, Princess. Not that you weren’t before, but this time it’s fresh, and that’s not my style.” He winked at her and walked away, looking for a new person to challenge in his private game.
Shannon sat on the ground and cried, not because she had lost Sawyer, but because he had just proven what she had always thought to be true, that her sins were painted on her, like some kind of scarlet letter. But at least he was the only one. The others, they were too wrapped up in surviving to notice Shannon and her shame. So she walked back to the camp, who dragged her behind an piece of wreckage and kissed her. And nobody else cared. Shannon had never been happier.