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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 4, 2010 20:32:26 GMT -5
Kate got up and left as soon as the assembly was over. She knew if she stuck around, Ben was bound to try and grab her so they could exchange words. She giggled to herself as she thought about it. Ben struck her as the kind of person with a lot of repressed sexual thoughts. The little man frightened her a little less when she thought of him that way. Although it still shook her up a bit how fast he had been disarming her. She hadn't expected it. But she wouldn't let it happen again.
Now outside in the hallway, she leaned against a wall, placing a heeled boot against the brick wall to balance herself. She thought about going to go pick up her books, but she couldn't even remember what classes she was taking. It didn't really matter anyways. It wasn't like she was going to go to them. That's not why she was here. She thought of her mom, her eyes closing as she slipped deeper into her thoughts. she still couldn't believe she had turned her in. Her own mother. She sighed quietly.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 4, 2010 21:36:54 GMT -5
Upon the assembly's end, Jack gathered up his belongings along with the notebook he obsessively wrote in. Fragmented observations and ideas that came to mind; the young man seethed with intelligence, and rarely had an outlet for it. He wasn't prodigal material but he was close with a quick, rational mind (when he was stable, that is). Shoving the notebook into his backpack, he exited the hall. The disenchanted frown had returned to his features as his eyes caught Ben again and quickly tore his vision away from the man.
Something was not right, he felt it in his gut, that wrenching feeling. What was it? The boy could not put his finger on it yet again, so he decided to just ignore the feeling. It's just a feeling. He tended to only react to them, and be run by emotions at times, belying his rational side. So why then listen to them since they were always wrong? Well there is one particular situation that which he could certainly heed.
"Hi again, Kate." his annoyance of the moments prior forgotten for now, especially when he caught sight of her again. The charming smile returned to his visage, and he was all eyes for her again. Whew. He stopped beside her, looking up the hallway at the wandering masses of students, then back at her thoughtfully, "So where's your next class?" He asked in an innocent enough manner.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 4, 2010 21:49:39 GMT -5
Kate shrugged softly as he prodded her about her next class. She didn't even know classes started right after this. She almost laughed out loud, she was already going to miss classes without even trying. Perfect. "Hell if I know," she said, smiling at him as she opened her eyes. She looked at him for a moment. The look in her eyes spoke her thoughts plainly. She wanted him. She wanted to be kissing him. She wanted to be doing lots of other things as well. Instead, however, she offered her right hand.
"Now, I'm going to try this again, Jack," she said, playfully, "And I promise it won't eat you." She smiled brightly and giggled quietly. People passed them in the hallway, but she didn't care. She wasn't one to worry about what other people thought, and most of them cared very little what she was up to anyways. Sawyer was the only one who would probably care, and he would get over it quickly.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 5, 2010 14:07:12 GMT -5
"Fair enough. I won't be so scared this time." he said in a teasing manner as well as laughing in his muted way at her comment. This time, Jack took her hand with more confidence, affording her a smile as he looked into her pretty eyes. As those digits entwined with one another he felt that sense of coming back into reality, as if he had been endlessly trapped in haunting and tragic reveries till that time. It wasn't far from the truth of the matter. He looked down, gave her hand a squeeze with his own and trailed his gaze back to her face, admiring it's captivating lines.
He was at least astute enough to catch the silent words her eyes were eagerly telling him. Jack's heart began to pound in his ears as he drew in a somewhat shaky breath. It would be an utter lie to say that he didn't want the same things from this girl who had suddenly and most assuredly captured him. But there is a large gap very often between thought and action. And this young man simply wasn't forward enough with his feelings or himself to just do what she was quietly begging him to do.
"What would you like to do? I have all afternoon, Kate." Having no where else to be at the moment, he desperately wanted to just, well, be around her. And giving her hand a tug, his smile and the needful hint in his eyes beckoned her to walk with him down the hall and towards the outside. He did enjoy the island, and even though some aspects of it scared him senseless, other things he loved absolutely.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 5, 2010 17:11:32 GMT -5
Kate smiled, as this time he took her hand and seemed wholeheartedly happy about it. She was just as happy to be holding his hand, as well. She squeezed his hand back and then smiled at his, and just gazed into his eyes. Even without speaking, there was such an air of comfortable familiarity that made her feel perfectly content. She smiled as she realized he was going through all the same feelings and thinking all the same thoughts. And it was obvious as they looked into each others eyes that they were on the exact same page of a book they'd read a thousand times.
She thought for a moments as they spoke, pushing herself off the wall and beginning to lead him down the hallway, away from the Multi-Purpose room and towards the outside doors. "Well, we could go to my room, or the beach, or your room..." she trailed off, waiting for an answer as she opened the giant double doors that led them outside.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 5, 2010 19:32:08 GMT -5
Jack paused and leaned up against the doorway, still holding her hand but barely letting her soft fingertips slip from his. Jack gave her a look that was amorous, then looked out into the yard with a soft yet mildly shaky exhale. He could not keep looking into those eyes of hers (and especially with the way she looked at him) that made his heart race in a nearly poignant way and maintain some measure of composure. So, for the time being at least, he casually glanced around the yard and looked at nothing in particular while he answered her question.
"Well, seeing that I'm still waiting on my dorm room assignment, we won't be sitting in my room for a while. How about we just go to the beach instead?" The boy said, skipping over the prospect of her room on purpose. Actually, the thought of being alone in her room thrilled him secretly, but he didn't want to appear overly precocious. There was another slightly awkward draw of breath akin to a sigh as he looked back to her in the doorway. The bright sun outside had bleached his vision so that she appeared to be more in shadow than she had before. He smiled as his dark eyes adjusted and she developed from shadow to a very lively visage before him while he awaited the next series of honeyed words to pass from her lips.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 5, 2010 20:46:30 GMT -5
Kate smirked and flirtatiously responded, "You can always use my bed if you're in need of a place to sleep." She winked at him ash she let go of his hand and took off at a break neck pace towards the beach. It was just about half a mile away, and she would easily reach it in about two minutes. She hopped over tree stumps and jumped off of the courtyard tables. She knew Jack couldn't be far behind and would eventually catch up to her. She was smiling as her heart raced and she tried to remember to breathe.
As they got to the beach, she quickly tore off her clothing. First she threw her pack to the ground, then she ripped off both heeled boots. Finally, she lifted her mini-dress over her head and threw it into the sand. She looked at him, giggling softly, wearing just her light pink bra and panties, before diving into the cold ocean.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 5, 2010 21:46:11 GMT -5
It wasn't long before he had reached the beach after that half mile run at a full tilt over the various obstacles and woodlands. Jack bent at the waist, setting his hands upon his thighs once his feet hit the sand. Slowly, he gained his breath while looking at her retreat from him towards the water. Those dark, expressive eyes widened as she tore off the sun dress and looked at him in such an alluring way. It was all the boy could do to keep from going completely slack-jawed at the sight, but it was nearly the case anyway. Jack stood up and walked towards the beach when he was done catching his wind and dropped his backpack onto the sand.
After his shoes and socks were removed as well as his shirt, only his shorts remained on his slim form as he jumped in after her. The chill of the ocean engulfed him, and his skin tightened. A light shiver spread over his being before he surfaced and shook the water out of his hair and wiped it from his eyes. A quick glance around revealed her to him and he met her eyes with a wide smile and moved over in her direction.
"Do you swim here often?" He said it in a pretty coy way, still holding a delighted smile. Dipping himself into the water by bending at the knees, Jack swam in her direction in a leisurely way, almost for sure the frolicsome Kate would try some innocent game with him or another. Or perhaps not, and he could just get close to her again, and bask in her radiant charm. This is really what he wanted to do.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 5, 2010 22:13:17 GMT -5
Kate attempted to shrug while she swam to keep herself afloat, which was oddly hard to do noticeably, "I like to swim. The cold water wakes you up. Speaking of which... is it too cold for you, Jack?" She was playfully prodding at him while he swam towards her. She noticed he was getting goosebumps, and no doubt they were beginning to appear on her soft, pale skin. She swam a bit closer to him, and thought for a bit about splashing him. Then she thought about putting him through what she had put Sawyer through. She didn't really feel a need to, though.
She suddenly realized that she was trusting Jack, without him even earning it. He didn't need to earn it. He was so familiar, she trusted him explicitly. And for a second, it scared her. Just for a second. Then she swallowed it and splashed him, giggling loudly as she disappeared below the surface. When she came back up, she was barely an inch away from him, smiling brightly.
"Hi, Jack."
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 5, 2010 22:53:30 GMT -5
Honestly, his teeth were chattering a little bit by now, but it was mostly due to the sudden cold shock of the water vs. the nearly steamy heat of the jungle and schoolyard further inland. But he sustained his bright smile anyway regardless of the transient discomfort.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Shephard said with a smile. Not that he would let her know if he weren't. He did have that stubborn streak about him, wherein he held things very close to his vest. Jack was private and slow to trust, and it was such a habitual thing that for all his comfort here with Kate he would not be complainant - if the case were true, as it was not at the time. But she would probably never know this, at least not yet.
And then she splashed him. Jack whipped his head to the side and took the brunt of it along the side of his face. His laughter erupted gleefully, the first outburst of it's kind in a long while for this generally melancholy young man. And then she was a mere hair's breadth from him. His breath caught in his throat and he was only barely able to croak out his own hello.
"Hi Kate." Jack released a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding and swallowed, his mouth suddenly dampening in response to her near proximity.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 5, 2010 23:05:32 GMT -5
Kate could hear his teeth chattering since she was so close to him. She reached out and touched his lips gently with her wet fingertips. She was no longer smiling. Her look was intense, as though she was studying every curve on his face. Every mark. She looked as though she might kiss him. But she didn't, she just looked at him. She suddenly stopped staring into his soul and smiled. Her lips were starting to turn a bit of blue. Just a twinge. It was obvious she hid her pain as well.
When she spoke, her voice was soft, hushed, her hand resting on the right side of his face, her thumb brushing his cheek, "I feel like I've known you forever. Like I would know you anywhere. I don't know why, but you make me feel safe, comfortable. Weird, huh?"
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 6, 2010 1:38:51 GMT -5
"Heh." Jack laughed quietly and looked away from her with a smile on his features. What could he say to that, really? When his brown eyes settled upon her again they will filled with the resolve he needed at the moment, yet that smile still lurked there upon his countenance, and it was all for her. Even though his teeth were chattering - rhythmically drumming out Morse code-like patterns in his head, he spoke sweetly to her in a hushed voice, albeit shaky.
"Yeah, Kate. Imagine that." He said with a smile that would tell her all that she would need to know about what was going on in his mind, and from how his eyes kept focusing on her lips, this troubled young man with a brilliant mind and confidence in many other matters was soundlessly pleading for those lips to touch upon his but he dared not ask for fear of rejection.
"M-m-maybe we should get b-b-back?" And he would not ask what was really lingering in the air between them. The words were there in the form of feeling but they would never leave the confines of his mouth, such as they were locked up tight by this small vein of insecurity. So what else to do now but float together in the chilly water and shiver and laugh at themselves for stuttering in the cold?
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 6, 2010 2:05:04 GMT -5
"That's all you have to say, Jack?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was surprised. She had except something deeper. Granted, his eyes were speaking volumes about his feelings. She had just expected... something a bit more heartfelt. It was odd that even an, "I love you" wouldn't have been out of place. Not here. It seemed like some time, long ago, they had already said such things.
She lowered her voice and whispered to him, asking gently, "Do you really want to go back?" Kate reached out and brushed her lips against his. She wasn't going to kiss him. She wanted him to do that. She was forward, yes, but she was a bit old fashioned about the weirdest things. She was gently trying to break him and force him into a bit of a frenzy. But also trying to show him it was safe.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 6, 2010 18:10:44 GMT -5
Shephard was a little confused about her first question. The young man had barely been able to form coherent sentences around her, especially now that she was so close to him that she might as well be in his skin. He would like to say more, this was true, but the wordless experiential journey these two were taking at the moment could not articulated as of yet even if he tried. He just didn't have the time to process it all just yet and be able to utter any sweet words that wouldn't sound like so much disjointed gibberish.
Thankfully the pair had drifted towards the shore line a little, as Jack felt sand beneath his feet and was able to stand now and not endlessly tread water. The same probably was not true for her, since her stature was shorter than his. But, this was no matter anyway because by now Jack was holding her waist with his chilled fingers - a response to her closeness and the way that she skated her lips against his. He shivered, but not from the cold. Far from it.
"No." Jack would utter within a breath; as a response to both of her questions, while those brown eyes of his waxed half-lidded during the touch of hers on his mouth. The heat that set his skin alight would, at least temporarily, allow him to forget about the chill in the water as he drew her body close and he felt her lightly goose-pimpled skin upon his own. That it was bumpy as such was no matter at the moment, he reveled in the feel of her frame while it was next to his own regardless.
So it was a culmination of all these aspects of the moment that compelled him to just lay his mouth upon hers - a deep kiss that was not so much sweet and affectionate, but one of fervent intensity. But this kiss was not lacking a certain kind of gentleness and care that Jack had deep in his being, even after his concupiscence being highly electrified by Kate's slightly provocative disposition. As an added measure of his desire for her at that moment, the man's arms circled around to further constrict her form against his own.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 7, 2010 2:23:05 GMT -5
Kat gasped softly as he kissed her with such passion. It almost surprised her and if her lips hadn't been entangled with his, she probably would have been smiling. This was what she wanted. She was only sad she had to give him so much prodding. Her lips parted it give him entry and her tongue danced around his. She lifted a naked leg up to his side and her hands ran wildly through his hair. She was getting worked up into a frenzy of passion herself. She kissed him harder, her face mashed into his. She pushed her body close to his and she was surprised to find that they were a perfect fit.
Her tiny frame was happily within his arms as she hopped into them, wrapping both legs about him. She hoped he would carry her to the beach and lay her down in the sand. Her imagination was running about as wild as her heartbeat. Her lips had lost that gentle caress and it seemed that in this moment she was trying to crush herself into him. She was feeling passion unlike any she had ever felt coursing through her veins. And oh God, it felt good.
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