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dollsomeTitle: Hot and Bothered
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Kate & Sawyer
Prompt: 061 - polish
Word Count: 615
Rating: PG
Summary: "You do realize that I’m going to be able to use this against you for the rest of time, right?"
Author's Notes: I tried to resist, and found I couldn't. I cannot take responsibility for Shimona and Yvell -- that's all Barbara Cartland. This is set sometime in between The 23rd Psalm and The Long Con.
“You wanna know something?” Kate asked, and plopped down on the sand next to Sawyer without preamble.
He stopped polishing his glasses on his shirt and looked up at her. “What?”
“My Great Aunt Ruthie,” Kate said, “had a pair of glasses just like those.”
Sawyer smirked. “That right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kate said, and nodded gravely. Sawyer didn’t seem to take it as a real blow to his masculinity; instead, he just chuckled and went on polishing.
“She had twelve cats,” Kate pressed. “She liked to name them after characters in romance novels.”
“Like what? Shimona and Yvell?”
Kate allowed for a moment of impressed silence. “Wow, Sawyer. Sounds like you’ve been studying up.”
Sawyer reached over and retrieved something on the other side of him. “We got a limited supply of reading material here, Freckles. Beggars can’t be choosers.” With that, he tossed a waterlogged, yellowing paperback into her lap.
Kate couldn’t help suspecting that maybe he’d robbed Great Aunt Ruthie at some point in time.
“‘The Disgraceful Duke,’” she read, a little disgusted despite herself as she inspected the sweeping white title.
“That’s right,” Sawyer said, completely unabashed. “Now, hand it on over. The Duke of Ravenstone’s gettin’ our girl Shimona all hot and bothered, and she can’t figure out why.” He grinned. “The suspense is killer.”
Kate stared at him. “You do realize that I’m going to be able to use this against you for the rest of time, right?”
Sawyer stared back evenly. “If you want to stay and read along, all you gotta do is say so.”
Kate laughed, shaking her head in mild disbelief. “And why would I want to do that?”
“I dunno.” And then came the devious smile that she had gotten to know all too well. “It’d give you an excuse to check me out in the Great Aunt Ruthie specs.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “That’s the best reason you can come up with?”
“I don’t see you goin’ anywhere,” Sawyer retorted.
Kate fell silent and crossed her arms, attempting to glare at him. He paid her no mind, instead opting to run the fabric of his shirt over each lens one more time before putting the glasses on.
He did look kind of cute.
(Sawyer winked at her.)
Or maybe it was just a sign of how utterly far gone she was.
She almost hoped so.
“You wanna give me my book back, Freckles?”
“Sure,” Kate agreed, holding it out. “Wouldn’t want to come between you and Shimona.”
“Please!” Sawyer looked at her like she’d just accused him of eating kittens. “I wouldn’t dare move in on the Duke’s lady like that. What kind of a man d’you think I am?”
“Right now? A profoundly disturbed one.”
“Hardy har.” Sawyer rolled his eyes and reached out for the book. “Hand ‘er over.”
Kate stretched a little further so the book could reach his hand; when their fingers brushed, though, she couldn’t help suspecting Sawyer had suddenly chosen to put the Duke and Shimona on the back burner. He caught her hand, lightly, in his, his thumb brushing back and forth over her skin.
The guy had no shame.
She wondered fleetingly when, exactly, that had stopped disgusting her.
“Sawyer?”
“Mmhmm?”
“What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
He smiled, bested, and let go of her hand. “Now. Where were we?”
Indulgently, she moved in to lean against his shoulder, so that she could see the book better. She had to admit (although definitely not to Sawyer) that she was a little intrigued by this whole hot-and-bothered-without-knowing-why dilemma.
She couldn’t help suspecting that maybe Shimona handled it better than she did.
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Kate & Sawyer
Prompt: 061 - polish
Word Count: 615
Rating: PG
Summary: "You do realize that I’m going to be able to use this against you for the rest of time, right?"
Author's Notes: I tried to resist, and found I couldn't. I cannot take responsibility for Shimona and Yvell -- that's all Barbara Cartland. This is set sometime in between The 23rd Psalm and The Long Con.
“You wanna know something?” Kate asked, and plopped down on the sand next to Sawyer without preamble.
He stopped polishing his glasses on his shirt and looked up at her. “What?”
“My Great Aunt Ruthie,” Kate said, “had a pair of glasses just like those.”
Sawyer smirked. “That right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kate said, and nodded gravely. Sawyer didn’t seem to take it as a real blow to his masculinity; instead, he just chuckled and went on polishing.
“She had twelve cats,” Kate pressed. “She liked to name them after characters in romance novels.”
“Like what? Shimona and Yvell?”
Kate allowed for a moment of impressed silence. “Wow, Sawyer. Sounds like you’ve been studying up.”
Sawyer reached over and retrieved something on the other side of him. “We got a limited supply of reading material here, Freckles. Beggars can’t be choosers.” With that, he tossed a waterlogged, yellowing paperback into her lap.
Kate couldn’t help suspecting that maybe he’d robbed Great Aunt Ruthie at some point in time.
“‘The Disgraceful Duke,’” she read, a little disgusted despite herself as she inspected the sweeping white title.
“That’s right,” Sawyer said, completely unabashed. “Now, hand it on over. The Duke of Ravenstone’s gettin’ our girl Shimona all hot and bothered, and she can’t figure out why.” He grinned. “The suspense is killer.”
Kate stared at him. “You do realize that I’m going to be able to use this against you for the rest of time, right?”
Sawyer stared back evenly. “If you want to stay and read along, all you gotta do is say so.”
Kate laughed, shaking her head in mild disbelief. “And why would I want to do that?”
“I dunno.” And then came the devious smile that she had gotten to know all too well. “It’d give you an excuse to check me out in the Great Aunt Ruthie specs.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “That’s the best reason you can come up with?”
“I don’t see you goin’ anywhere,” Sawyer retorted.
Kate fell silent and crossed her arms, attempting to glare at him. He paid her no mind, instead opting to run the fabric of his shirt over each lens one more time before putting the glasses on.
He did look kind of cute.
(Sawyer winked at her.)
Or maybe it was just a sign of how utterly far gone she was.
She almost hoped so.
“You wanna give me my book back, Freckles?”
“Sure,” Kate agreed, holding it out. “Wouldn’t want to come between you and Shimona.”
“Please!” Sawyer looked at her like she’d just accused him of eating kittens. “I wouldn’t dare move in on the Duke’s lady like that. What kind of a man d’you think I am?”
“Right now? A profoundly disturbed one.”
“Hardy har.” Sawyer rolled his eyes and reached out for the book. “Hand ‘er over.”
Kate stretched a little further so the book could reach his hand; when their fingers brushed, though, she couldn’t help suspecting Sawyer had suddenly chosen to put the Duke and Shimona on the back burner. He caught her hand, lightly, in his, his thumb brushing back and forth over her skin.
The guy had no shame.
She wondered fleetingly when, exactly, that had stopped disgusting her.
“Sawyer?”
“Mmhmm?”
“What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
He smiled, bested, and let go of her hand. “Now. Where were we?”
Indulgently, she moved in to lean against his shoulder, so that she could see the book better. She had to admit (although definitely not to Sawyer) that she was a little intrigued by this whole hot-and-bothered-without-knowing-why dilemma.
She couldn’t help suspecting that maybe Shimona handled it better than she did.
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Date: 2006-07-08 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-08 10:24 pm (UTC)Sawyer looked at her like she’d just accused him of eating kittens.
That made me laugh out loud. :P
Cute fic! :D
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Date: 2006-07-09 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-09 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-21 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-21 03:23 am (UTC)This is such a hoot, such old school Kate and Sawyer early season type fun--sometimes with all the Very Serious Pain of the last couple of years you forget that there was so much levity between the two of them at the beginning, but there totally was. Shimona and Yvell, I'm dying, and it's so the kind of thing he would've had stashed in his tent someplace, next to his porn and his booze and his hotel shower caps or whatever the hell else he kept in there.
(OBVIOUSLY I had to come over here and check out the rest of your Lost fic. And OBVIOUSLY you're going to write more of these guys this season, right? RIGHT?)
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Date: 2010-03-21 11:29 pm (UTC)(I DO NOT KNOW! I've never been super-inspired in the Lost department, but Kate/Sawyer has been so unexpectedly amazing this season that who knows?)
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Date: 2010-06-03 07:41 am (UTC)