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The Sea (Jack/Sawyer) PG

Title: The Sea
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Summary: Mexico is not so different from the island
Note: More whiteshirtpr0n for inthekeyofd. Except not very prony! This isn’t the birthday fic I originally planned for you but I hope it will do -- and for your day as queen! *toasts you* I couldn't fit in anything silly but here is something rather schmoopy. :-) And since there's a fanfic100 prompt for "White" ...


Everything in Mexico is brightly colored: riotous fuchsia and red bougainvillea climbing heavenward over buildings painted a vivid orange or yellow, all contrasting with the intense azure sky and the emerald ocean that glitters all around them.

They’ve retreated here, to this small coastal village, as far away from the bustle of the tourist spots as they can get. Here there are just a fishermen, a small farmer’s market and a series of houses dotting the hills, along with the odd cantina.

Their house -- white stucco with a blaze of bougainvillea nearly consuming it -- is near the top of the hill, giving them a breathtaking view of the sea. They wake to the sound of the sea, and the ringing of the bells on the chapel on the top of the hill. They sleep with the ocean breeze on their face and they walk in the surf and they eat fish every day and there’s nothing at all to do but stare at the ocean and nap away the afternoon sun and fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

Living here is not so very different.

Their island was beautiful, but so demure in contrast, verdant greens and tranquil blues and white sandy beaches. Jack didn’t even realize how starved for color he was.

So it perplexes him that Sawyer insists on wearing white all the time. Not that he can complain. Sawyer in a form-fitting V-neck T-shirt stops his breath every time he looks at him.

Sawyer’s regular outfit consists of a few gleaming white T-shirts -- seemingly chosen just to set off the golden brown of his skin -- loose-fitting off-white board shorts and leather flip-flops. At the market, he keeps going back to the same cart, the one with intricately woven leather bracelets and necklaces. He eventually settles on a dark leather cuff and medallions of saints strung on leather straps. Despite the pristine white of his clothes, Sawyer looks like some kind of bohemian painter, Jack decides. Like someone -- a rock star or a millionaire maybe -- who’s happy to leave all the trappings of fame and wealth aside for now, but who has a whole other life to get back to, if he so chose. It's not so far from the truth.

As they walk the steep streets, he smiles to see the eyes of everyone they pass light on Sawyer. Not that Jack blends in, exactly, but Sawyer’s golden skin and his mane of blonde hair always turn heads. Even so casually dressed, Sawyer attracts attention.

He smiles easily, even with strangers, laughing as he stumbles over his rudimentary Spanish. Jack speaks the language better, but Sawyer’s charm, especially one flash of those dimples, is all the communication they need.

There’s always an extra round of drinks or an extra helping when Sawyer orders their food. And the prices at the market always end up much lower when Sawyer negotiates.

Sawyer is the one who’s more comfortable talking to strangers, negotiating this strange thing called civilization. Jack just hangs back and lets Sawyer be his emissary.

-----

On their return to Los Angeles, they immediately holed up in the most luxurious hotel they could afford with their payout. They’d splurged on clothes, chocolate and liquor, and more food than they could ever eat.

They treated themselves to an orgy of sensory overload, savoring things they hadn’t tasted in years -- strawberries, steak, ice cream, cold beer. Everything was intoxicating, the feel of the cold marble tub, the scent of leather, the plush pillows, the nap of the carpet, the music on the radio, roses and lilies and all kinds of perfectly ordinary, domestic flowers.

But Jack began to miss the simplicity of their life before. He didn’t need six pairs of shoes. He didn’t need three kinds of shampoo. He just needed Sawyer.

One day, he let Sawyer hit the shops alone and buried himself in one of the many books Sawyer had bought. And there, in a book by John Steinbeck, he came across the answer. They would go back to the sea. A different sea but one that was quiet, tranquil. Somewhere they could breathe.

Sawyer found him lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, the book laying open on his stomach. Sawyer threw his packages down and fell on the bed next to Jack. He trailed a finger down his chest, stopping at the book.

He read the title out loud. “The Sea of Cortez. Readin’ or makin’ travel plans?”

“Bit of both.” Jack held his breath, not knowing what he’d do if Sawyer hadn’t tired yet of the city.

“Mexico, huh?” Sawyer said with an enigmatic smile, like he’d been about to suggest the same thing. “Great idea.” And he carefully closed the book and laid it aside, kissing Jack’s stomach where it had lain.

---

So they left Los Angeles without having set foot in a single museum or nightclub. They hadn’t even taken all their purchases -- some still unopened -- with them.

Jack never gives them a second thought, until the doorbell rings one day and a small child, breathless from the climb, stands there smiling, two brown parcels in his hands. Sawyer rushes to intercept them, tipping the boy extravagantly.

“What’s in the packages?” Jack asks but Sawyer just smiles and won’t answer.

He’s had something up his sleeve all day.

Around sunset, the time they usually sit on the patio and sip something strong and cool, he comes out of the kitchen, humming and carrying a pitcher of sangria. Gone are his usual T-shirt and shorts. Instead, he’s wearing an open-necked cream linen shirt, stunning in its simplicity, and a pair of matching linen pants. He looks like he might be a saint on one of the medallions around his neck. Except the way those clothes fall on him, accenting strong shoulders and slim hips, are giving Jack all kinds of blasphemous thoughts.

“Wow.” Is all Jack can say. “What’s the occasion?” They’re both out of the habit of consulting a watch or calendar.

“Coupla things,” Sawyer says, pouring sangria into the chunky, handblown blue glasses on the table. “Been here two months. And met you ... just about three years ago. So I figure some kind of celebration is in order.”

Jack lifts his glass in a toast and Sawyer clinks his against it. He can barely take a sip before he has to put it down, careful not to spill it on Sawyer’s shirt as Sawyer moves in for a kiss. “Got a present for you,” Sawyer says low, lips brushing his ear and Jack couldn’t care less what’s in those brown bags, he just wants to ease that shirt up over Sawyer’s arms and those pants down and have his way with him right here on the patio, under the stars that are slowly coming out.

“Later,” he mumbles, slipping a hand under Sawyer’s shirt, tongue swiping possessively over Sawyer’s lips. The sangria only make Sawyer taste sweeter, but it’s not the wine making him feel drunk.

But Sawyer puts a hand over his, stopping him. “Hold up there, hot stuff.” He steps away, that familiar, dimpled smile in place, eyes dark and mysterious. He holds out the first package, bowing as he hands it over.

Jack tears at the brown paper, revealing an exquisitely embroidered white shirt. He holds it up. It’s expensive, woven from some very high-end cotton. The stitching along the sleeves and the yoke is beautiful. “Sawyer,” Jack says slowly, looking from Sawyer’s expectant face back to the shirt. “This is gorgeous. I hate to think how much you spent on this.”

“’s nothing,” Sawyer says, but he can’t wait to get Jack out of his purple T-shirt and into this piece of finery. He helps Jack with the few, tiny buttons, and steps back to admire him. “Fits like a glove,” he nods approvingly.

“It’s beautiful,” Jack says, holding out his arms to admire the cut of the sleeves. “But Sawyer ... this is the kind of shirt men wear here to get married.”

“I know,” Sawyer says with a smirk. “Why you think I bought it?”

Jack’s throat gets tight. “Sawyer, we can’t ... we’re in Mexico. We’re lucky that the people here don’t care if we live together, but we can’t march into that chapel and just ... I ... did you just ask me to marry you?”

Sawyer’s eyes are laughing, but he’s not. “No chapel. Had something else in mind.”

“Yeah?” Jack fingers the edge of his cuff nervously. This is not something he ever expected from Sawyer.

“Yeah,” is all Sawyer says. He opens the other package and in it are a pair of white linen pants, a white ribbon stitched into the seam.

“Oh, I get the fancy outfit,” Jack says, a little breathless as Sawyer finishes dressing him.

“Cuz you’re so pretty.” Sawyer kisses him and leads him by the hand. They walk out of the house, down the steps cut into the cliff. The moon is full and so bright that they don’t really need the lit candle Sawyer is carrying. Jack gets an inkling that Sawyer has chosen this evening in particular based more on when the moon would be full than around any anniversary.

They walk down the hill, still hand in hand, two white shapes against the blackening sky. They reach the shore and Jack looks around. The beach is empty. There’s no singing musicians, no flowers, no bonfire. He lets go of Sawyer’s hand and turns to ask him what’s going on.

“Come with me,” is all Sawyer says, holding out both hands as he puts the candle down in the sand, its flame guttering in the ocean breeze, and walks straight into the surf.

“Sawyer, you just gave these to me. I don’t want to ruin them!”

“Trust me,” Sawyer says and Jack relents. They step into the ocean, the warmth of the water always coming as a shock, even after all this time. The water swirls around their feet, lifting them up slightly, as they wade in up to their waists.

Jack braces himself against Sawyer as a wave hits, soaking them both. He can’t breathe for a second or two, caught up in the rush of the water. He’s exhilarated, his skin electrified, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end. It feels like he’s been asleep his whole life until now.

He has to plant his feet in the sand to fight the pull of the outgoing tide, as does Sawyer, whose arms are firmly around his waist.

The ocean is nearly black at night, but in the moonlight, he can still see the blue of Sawyer’s eyes.

Sawyer runs his hands over Jack’s chest. The white shirt is now sheer, clinging to Jack like a second skin. Sawyer traces his finger over the white stitching, now visible against the dark hair showing through the wet cloth. Jack’s breath comes faster when Sawyer runs his index finger over a nipple. From Sawyer’s face, he can see this is what he was picturing when he bought it for him.

Sawyer steps closer, pressing against him until Jack can feel his warmth, his hardness, through his wet clothing “This is what I wanted,” Sawyer says softly, placing one hand on Jack’s face and one on his heart. “This is you and me. This is forever.”

“Yes,” Jack says, a throb in his voice as he pulls Sawyer to him.

There are no witnesses but the moon and the stars and the ocean, swirling around them as they kiss.

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inthekeyofd
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:08 am (UTC)
OH. MY. GOD.

Can you hear that, if you listen really closely you can hear it.."I now pronounce you fic and wife." It's official, I've married this story, I swear if you were a man, I'd marry you, I LOVE YOU!!!

Let me list some of the reasons why:
1. You so know i needed something like this today.
2. MEXICO, YOU PUT THEM IN MEXICO, YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FANTASY.
3. YOUR DESCRIPTION OF THAT HOUSE, perfection, that is exactly how I think of what it would look like--if I ever actually got to writing it, but you did such a wonderful job, I couldn't ever come close.
4. They don't care about L.A. and possessions, they care about each other.

NOW ONTO THE MAIN REASON WHY I MARRIED THIS STORY:

IT'S WHITE OVERLOAD!!! Oh god for the love of everything porny could they please PLEASE PUT SAWYER IN WHITE MORE ON THAT SHOW,

The shirt, the shorts, the shirt he gave Jack, and the thing that made me put my hands to my mouth and say oh GOD...

Instead, he’s wearing an open-necked cream linen shirt, stunning in its simplicity, and a pair of matching linen pants. He looks like he might be a saint on one of the medallions around his neck. Except the way those clothes fall on him, accenting strong shoulders and slim hips, are giving Jack all kinds of blasphemous thoughts.

That passage took out an ovary, I swear it did, it combusted, it's gone.
And believe me, if Jack is going to hell for blasphemous thoughts, then I'm going right after because no one HUMAN could see a man who looks like that and not have those thoughts.

Thank you so much for this, it's sweet, it's hot, it's WHITE!!!!!

I swear ALL of you today have really really made it one hell of a Queen for a Day.


Another illustration of me reading..
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)
Yaay! It's all for you, hon! I'm so happy it's met with your approval and this much happiness!! ;) You always give so much, so very glad to give a little back!

*smooch*

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isis2015
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:14 am (UTC)
*cannot comment because I have died* I mean, seriously, oh my god. I have nothing intelligent to say, just...oh my god.
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:06 am (UTC)
Awww! You humble, hon! *hugs*
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foxxcub
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
Ignore me.
Okay, I really REALLY should've waited to read this until after I wasn't still a slightly broken ball of emo, because this has broken me. And yet, I'm so glad you chose to write this when you did, because somehow, in some verse, they really must end up together. Just like this. Happy and free and wrapped in each other.

I just. *sits back and cries*
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:13 am (UTC)
Re: Ignore me.
*hugs and rocks you*

I know, I kind of needed a "happily ever" fic right about now. I've written happy endings before but I think the intensity of J/J ending does inform this one, making it just a little more intense too.

And how perfect is your icon for this?

*adores you*
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alliecat8
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:46 am (UTC)
This was just stunning. You know how much I adore vivid color in fics, don't you? I love your description of the house, the clothing...I kept seeing Josh as he looked in his wedding pictures. How sexy is it that they walked into the sea fully clothed, and took their vow while holding one another steady against the pull of the tide? GUH. There are no adequate words to describe how much I love this fic. ♥
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:20 am (UTC)
Wow! Thank you so much, hon! I'm not quite where the idea came from anymore, but part of it was wanting to contrast the color around them with the white of Sawyer's favorite clothing. And the tropics is the only place men can get away (in my mind) with wearing all white. And I definitely thought of Josh in his white wedding clothes while writing this. ;)

And I love that you love the scene in the ocean and that the intent of that came across.

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cmonkatiekatie
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:26 am (UTC)
um, can I just live in this fic? This was so visual and sweet without ever feeling false and it just feels big - which I'm sure makes no sense at all. But yep, I love it and want to live in it.
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)
Aww, you've put a big smile on my face. ;) Thank you, love!
fosfomifira
Jul. 12th, 2006 04:33 am (UTC)
Err, don't want to give the impression that I'm a stalker, but a click here and a click there brought me here.

Beautiful Mexico with all its colour and its tasty food it's all the stimuli they need now that they have each other. They can always go somewhere else for a visit, but their house in Mexico will always be their home.

Sawyer the guëro. Oh, how he'd turn heads in Mexico. As for his accent, considering how he pronounced "Ponce de León", I'm sure it'd be endearing.

I love highly visual fics and this one is simply gorgeous. It was romantic, yes, but not sappy.

“Oh, I get the fancy outfit,” Jack says, a little breathless as Sawyer finishes dressing him.

“Cuz you’re so pretty.” Sawyer kisses him and leads him by the hand.


Loved that exchange. Simple, cute, funny and in character.
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 05:22 am (UTC)
Aww, I know you! ;) You're one of my favorite commenters, esp. on the Jack/James fics! You always have such lovely, insightful things to say that make me feel like a fic is better than it is! (And I saw the comment you left foxxcub on "Let Go" and that got *me* choked up!)

And I'm flattered if you're giving the thumbs up to the Mexican locale and details, seeing as you're someone who would know? I've only been to Puerto Vallerta, but a big cruiseline destination didn't seem like the place Jack and Sawyer should end up! But I did want them on a hill, overlooking the sea.

I'm glad you liked that exchange, with Jack trying to lighten the situation. Humor is so much a part of what (in our minds anyway) attracts them to each other.

Thanks so much for reading. ;)
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deej240z
Jul. 12th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
Wow! This was exquisite! And the imagery! Guh! "hand blown blue glass," "cream linen shirt." And the beginning description of Sawyer. Holy mother of god! I was getting rather warm and tingly! This was beautiful to read, like Hemingway's Islands in the Stream.
halfdutch
Jul. 12th, 2006 05:24 am (UTC)
Oh wow! Hemingway? *staggers back from the praise*

Thank you! I'm flattered! I usually skimp so on description, LOL. I'm glad I made the effort for once. :-)

eponine119
Jul. 12th, 2006 05:48 am (UTC)
I loved this, from the details in the opening lines, to the very end. Yet there's kind of a simplicity to it somehow, the two of them together.

And, to be all shallow... Oh, My God, Sawyer in white linen pants. GUH. Just the image of that in my imagination is amazing. Thank you for that.

halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you, hon! ;) My pleasure! I'm so glad you liked this one!
zelda_zee
Jul. 12th, 2006 06:07 am (UTC)
I can't even think what to say, I can't. This is so, so beautiful. It made me cry. I love it so much. It's just perfect. I'm just so far beyond words. This fic broke me.
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, hon! I'm incredibly moved by your reaction and so touched that you recced it! THANK YOU! ;) *loves*
astra2104
Jul. 12th, 2006 10:25 am (UTC)
*dead from sensory overload*

You had me with the very first sentence; I just love the way you paint all the colours in this fic, down to every little detail like the blue glasses...is it weird that they are my favourite part simply because they immediately made me see the whole scene?
*might start incoherent rambling about fic any moment now*
Anyway...this was an excellent way to start a Wednesday morning. Thanks.
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)
Awww, I'm so pleased you liked this. Thank you!
fan_elune
Jul. 12th, 2006 10:45 am (UTC)
Like, yeah. This is exactly why I friended you. I missed having this on my flist. Thank you!
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)
Aww! And thank you! ;)
guineverekay
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm......

Sawyer, white shirt, brown leather, and Mexico.

You've killed me.

But whatta way to go :)

This was a lovely way to wake up this morning.
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:50 pm (UTC)
My pleasure, hon! ;) *kisses and sends good wishes for you and your family*
mediocrechick
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:43 pm (UTC)
I go out for drinks one night and I miss all the porn. What's up with that?????

And, by the way, I LOVES TEH SCHMOOP!!!!!
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:51 pm (UTC)
Awww! Yes, after the end of the J/J verse I think I needed a big, swoony happy ending myself.

Alcohol vs. porn? Hmmmm. Which will it be? LOL.
zenana7
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC)
Oh this is just sweet and lovely and beautiful, visually and emotionally. Love that Sawyer is the romantic here.

Course, practical me, I'm thinking, get on the next plane to Massachusetts, boys, you can marry there! Like the stars and sky, I'll be a witness! Then take a walk through the dunes of the National Seashore, before heading back to your South American idyll.
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! ;) It all started with the white shirt!

And yes, these boys should do it nice and legal one of these days! Er, get married that is!

*kisses*
arabella_hope
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:44 pm (UTC)
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)
Schmoooooop! ;) LOL. Thanks for reading, hon!
cynthia_arrow
Jul. 12th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous. I especially liked the details of Sawyer's behavior in this new environment, being Jack's emissary, charming people with dimples and broken Spanish.

Putting them in Mexico was just beautiful. You managed to capture such a nice tone here with the language and the color and the setting. I'm not very articulate today. I just mean to say you created a total world here that was so easy to get caught up in.
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 06:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :)

I'm so happy I was able to write something in time for inthekeyofd's day and to take part in the incredible white shirt mini-ficathon!
elise_509
Jul. 12th, 2006 06:16 pm (UTC)
This was so beautiful and lovely. The imagery is so striking and your descriptions of how Sawyer interacts with everyone and Jack watching him, letting Sawyer take the lead, was truly fantastic. I love all the vivid colors and the clothes that Sawyer wears. Your description of him was just...wow. I want to see him dressed like that now, all the time. ;)

And then Sawyer's gift...you've turned me into a big pile of goopy, schmoopy mush. *loves you*
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! This one started with the white shirt, which led to the contrast with the colors of Mexico and then the rest kind of came tumbling after. ;)

And awww, yay for schmoop! It was nice to take a break from the angst for once!

Thanks so much for your kind words!

snookscribbles
Jul. 12th, 2006 07:19 pm (UTC)
Just amazing. Gorgeous imagery. Beautiful writing. Emotionally true.

Bravo!
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! ;) *loves* Thank you!!
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halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! ;)
ellel
Jul. 12th, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
There is nothing I can say that can express how much I loved this fic.
Stunning!Sawyer and Jack in white,night,stars,ocean,Mexico...So perfectly beautiful.

“This is you and me.This is forever.”
*huge silly smile*
:)
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:05 pm (UTC)
Awww! ;) Thank you, hon! This one was a pleasure to write and it makes me so happy to hear you liked it!
siluria
Jul. 12th, 2006 11:14 pm (UTC)
I think I may need a paramedic... *checks pulse* - yep, definitely. First you kill me with the pirates, and that took some frantic resuscitation from the dedness, and then just as I start to recover from foxxcub's emo trip you hit me with this! I'm not sure I can cope with much more. The descriptions were simply beautiful, and I really felt as though I was there - thank you for a happy ending, god knows I needed one :)
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
Awwww! ;) I have a huge grin on my face now. Thank you! And I agree, I really needed a happy ending myself after the anguish and heartbreak of "Let Go."
haldoor
Jul. 13th, 2006 10:52 am (UTC)
Wow! Pretty much everyone else has said it all, but yes, it's gorgeous! Thanks for writing such a beautiful tale! I have been missing all this Lost loveliness, but I'm going to catch up, I swear!!!
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you! ;) And yes, there's lots of wonderful Lost fic out there! Enjoy!
hkath
Jul. 13th, 2006 11:51 am (UTC)
*flails and dies*

No, seriously, I got nothing. Nothing but MEXICO and omg so much beautiful colour and yes. That is all I can say.

*loves*
halfdutch
Jul. 14th, 2006 07:09 pm (UTC)
Awwww! *grabs and kisses and loves back*

natvach
Jul. 24th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
That...uh...made me go a little hot. A little steamy, you might say.

Yowza.


You're one of my favorite Jack/Sawyer writers EVER. I almost wish you wrote POTC slash, because the slash writers in that genre are so lacking in the imagination and talent that you have.
halfdutch
Jul. 27th, 2006 06:50 am (UTC)
Oh my goodness! *blushes*

You are so incredibly sweet to say that! I don't know if I could attempt the POTC pirate jargon!

(I did write a Sawyer-as-pirate fic, though! ;D)

And I haven't read much POTC fic but I did read a terrific Jack/Will over a year ago by tessabeth. Her stuff's not on LJ but here's a link to her fic and some other recs: http://community.livejournal.com/crack_van/1066049.html
themoononastick
Jul. 27th, 2006 11:45 pm (UTC)
Sorry it's taken me so long to get around to commenting on this, hon. I blame global warning, it's too damn hot to be thinking of stuff to say!

This is gorgeous. Right from the very first sentence it is all so vivid, the colours of Mexico, the calm of their life there and the way that it allows them to be who they are. So beautifully written.

And I love the description of the frenzy of their return to L.A. after rescue - the gorging on all of the things they were starved for even tho (really) they don't want any of it, they just think they do. That makes such perfect sense.

The ending is beautiful too, the image of them standing in the ocean in the moonlight is breath taking, one that will stay with me for a while. :)
halfdutch
Jul. 28th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
Yes, it is too damn hot! ;)

And oh wow, such beautiful feedback, love! You make it sound like a better fic than it is!

This turned out to be one of my favorite things I've written in a while so I'm very glad you read and liked it! I love the idea of them just needing each other to be happy. And thus proving how very schmoopy I (not so secretly) am.

*loves you and feeds you sangria*
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