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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 7, 2010 15:12:00 GMT -5
And upon the warmth of the kiss returned, Jack felt like he was soaring. Dizzy with his own passion, he felt as if he could simply stop breathing and be lost in the moment of this bliss forever. With her. He was never a believer in such ideas as fate and fallacious notions such as 'love at first sight', but this experience was beginning to turn his earlier conclusion onto their heads. There was no denying the amorous fire alight within him for this young woman. He was now helplessly captive to it's call.
He was lost. Spinning out of control. And whipped into a helpless frenzy just by her responses to his touches. And not to forget her body so firmly wrapped around his. He acted simply on desire at this point, trembling as the fiery verve raced through his being. Drawn up into that kiss and his tongue entering her mouth in carelessly long yet passionate strokes his hand grasped the very back of her head to further lock her into the embrace.
It was easy enough to carry her out of the water, and onto the beach - and still hold onto her lips with his own. But, whether or not it was from his own volition, Jack ended up staggering within his strides in the sand. He landed first upon his knees, then they both ended up being dumped onto the sand together. He laughed softly and drew himself up beside her again, the sun-warmed sand sticking to his wet skin. But he was smiling at her nonetheless.
"Well that didn't work out quite as planned..." Speaking of his completely graceless attempt to carry her further onto the beach. A glance upwards at the strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead would be met by his fingers shifting the aforementioned strands away from her face. Then that hand dropped to her waist and his dark eyes returned to the lovely sea green colored eyes of her own.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 7, 2010 22:46:53 GMT -5
Kate grabbed onto him as they fell so ungracefully, preparing herself for impact. She felt herself sink into the dirty wet sand, thinking to herself about how she was going to need another shower. She giggled loudly as he mentioned their less than graceful fall. "You sure know how to woo a girl, Jack," she said gently, smiling brightly at him.
This wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but at least now they were both laying down. They were exactly where she had wanted them. She shivered softly as his fingers ran down her sides to rest on her waist. She reached out a kissed him, this time softly, carefully. A little bit more calculated. She pulled back and bit her lip softly, waiting for him to do something. She wanted more than anything for him to do something.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 8, 2010 13:49:11 GMT -5
The young man simply looked at her for a moment before her kiss was set upon him. She was so incredibly lovely in every way, Jack reflected. All of her touches, every sensation he experienced beneath her lips and fingertips felt as if they would melt his skin with the heat they carried. And when she pulled away from him and bit her lip in that adorable way, Jack smiled brightly and watched her expressions for a moment, then gave a soft brush of his lips upon her cheek. The caress was sweet, gentle and in all-out adoration of her.
And in that quiet moment, Jack began to wonder why this connection was so strong. It struck him as something beyond simple desire. By now, the young man had already been able to tell the difference. Well, at least that is what he told himself. Then a frightening realization streaked his thoughts: what if he let her down, and fail her as he did with Sarah? Jack turned a bit pale.
Visibly, he was slightly distraught and distanced himself. Jack tried and failed to get that pernicious thought out of his mind, and could not avoid letting out a sigh that reflected the melancholy he felt. The boy was constantly haunted by thoughts of failure and not having what it takes to be the 'hero'. Christian's face that day wore a mask of disdain for his only son, and Jack was deeply wounded by those cruel words.
"So, Kate, are you here by choice or by force?" His interest was genuine enough, as he wore a smile to hide the torment he felt within. If suppression of these terrifying realizations would not work to bring him consolation, maybe a conversation with her would.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 8, 2010 22:43:06 GMT -5
Kate saw the shift in his eyes after his lips pressed gently upon her wet cheek. It scared her a little and her own eyes responded by darkening a a bit, her brow furrowed. He was in a dark place, she could tell. And miles away from here. She watched him for a moment as his brain raced to so many places of sadness. Reaching out to him, she gently grasped his hand, her touch soft and warm.
When he spoke, it almost shocked her. He had seemed so far away and she was surprised that he was able to bring himself back to her. She smiled gently as she thought about how to answer his question. It was a toughie. She couldn't tell him the truth. Look at how well that had gone over with Sawyer. She could lie, but she didn't want to. And so she felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place, and it was leaving her speechless.
"Wh-who in the world would come here by choice?" she asked, nervously.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 9, 2010 13:08:27 GMT -5
Her slightly nervous response only brought a tiny smile to his face. Fair enough, she had her reasons for going around the question, and there was one thing that Jack knew about the truth, it had a tendency to make itself known of it's own accord. So, he wouldn't press her on this issue. Regardless, why on earth did he have the right to pry? He didn't.
"I would." Jack answered her question plainly enough, although there was a hint to it that he really didn't want to get into the details. He had his own secrets, although not as serious as hers; they still weighed heavy on the boy.
And lacing his fingers within hers, his dark eyes found her eyes. He seemed a bit more in the moment, but it was hard to tell anything with this young man. He was enigmatic, and usually bore a broad array of emotions. But he was friendly and helpful for the most part, and unlike others with a chip on their shoulder, Jack refused to let it get the best of him and use his melancholy and inner pain as an excuse to be cruel to others.
"It's OK if you don't want to tell me, Kate. I don't have to know anything that you don't want to tell me. I already know enough about who you are." He said to her in a near whisper as he drew her close against him in the sand.
Lying there with her, with an arm held around her waist, they were quite literally nose to nose. Hell, he didn't mind that the sand was sticking to his hair, his face and most of his body. They could just rinse off in the ocean again, right? No mind at all, when they were like this. The simple adoration of her, as his nose softly brushed hers on his way to steal another kiss of those lips, was enough to bring a sense of deepened joy back to the young man.
Incredibly, she was his new drug. His new way to feel alive. She was perfect.
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Post by Kate Austen on Mar 9, 2010 19:24:03 GMT -5
Kate smiled gently, she was glad he didn't feel like he had to know the truth. She had a funny relationship with the truth, and it usually didn't come out of her mouth very often. The truth had a way of ruining things more than it helped. The fact that he didn't need it, was nice. It was unusual. And a sign of maturity from him for her. She kissed him back softly, rubbing her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. His arms around her felt nice. They felt safe. Even if they were covered in wet sand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." she said, feeling bad that he of all people had been one of the few to want to be here. She hadn't even realized that there were such people. 'That's right, not every one is a murderer,' she thought to herself. She sighed softly, nuzzling his chest. There were so many things in her head that if she ever said out loud, he would run from her. It scared her a bit. It scared her a lot, actually.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 10, 2010 17:47:51 GMT -5
"You don't have to be sorry for anything. I'm not." Her response brought a subdued yet slightly despondent laugh out of the young man. He had his reasons for being here, to start over; to make a new life away from the people he failed in some way or disappointed regardless of his best efforts. He was usually so sad and sensitive, and although the former had been quelled by the presence of the lovely woman beside him, he was still so very sore-hearted from life's recent events. So the joy he felt was always a little bittersweet, but deep and rich and full of life itself none-the-less.
Jack quietly smiled while she snuggled up next to his chest. He let out a contented sigh as he drew her against his body, even going so far as to kiss the top of her head as she buried her face against him. The young man closed his eyes, satisfied to just feel her breath upon him as well as listen to the rhythmic sound of the waves. Ah, paradise was all around the couple, and it soothed him in ways that brought about gaps of deep serenity between the usual desolate conditions he faced on a daily basis.
"It's going to get dark soon, should we be going back?" He really didn't want to go, but his responsible half had made itself apparent in that quiet moment. "Besides, all this sand drying is starting to aggravate me." Another bout of his typical hushed laughter shook him while another kiss was deposited upon her forehead.
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