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The Next Best Thing (Sawyer/Kate) R

Title: The Next Best Thing
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Summary: Kate gives Sawyer a haircut
Rating: R
Spoilers: What Kate Did
Note: I started this a week ago, before it looked like this is going to be canon. Well, the non-shower, non-smut part of it anyway. ;-D For everyone who's been asking me to write Skate. Sadly not appropriate for any birthday girls I know. I don't think anyway, LOL. Claiming for the fanfic100 prompt "Outsides."

“You know what horses mean, doncha, Freckles?” Sawyer still leaned heavily on Kate as she led him into the shower.

“No, Sawyer, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” she said in that mock-annoyed voice that meant she wasn’t annoyed at all.

“Well,” he grunted a little as she eased him onto the chair she had placed under the shower. He was tired, after that little tour of the hatch, but he wouldn’t admit it. “You know how all those little teenage girls always want ponies and collect all those damn horse statuettes?”

“What would you know about that?” she laughed as she helped him off with his shirt.

“I’ve known some teenage girls in my time.” At her frown, he added, “When I was their age. C’mon! I’m not a complete pervert.”

“No, just 80 percent or so,” she said with a shake of her head. “C’mon, legs out.” He obediently stuck out his legs as she tugged off his jeans.

“Tell me again why I gotta be half naked for this?”

“I’m going to wash your hair and then cut it,” she said, folding his clothes and putting them aside. “So there’s no point in getting all your clothes wet.”

“Guess not,” he sighed. “So, anyway, as I was sayin’, you’ve got all these little girls -- teenage girls, or darn near -- just itchin’ to be near boys but boys are too scary yet, so what’s the best substitute? Horses.”

“Horses instead of sex, you mean?” She turned on the water without warning and he spluttered under the spray.

“Hey!” He shook his head like a wet dog, spraying her liberally. And then he leaned back, letting the water run over his head, eyes closed in bliss. First shower in months -- that he had been conscious for anyway -- and he nearly forgot she was there. Felt so sinful just to have the hot water wash over him like that. Nearly made up for everything.

When her fingers started roughly rubbing the shampoo into his scalp in firm, tantalizing circles, he almost groaned out loud. Figured it was time to start talking instead.

He picked up where he had left off. “Just statin’ the obvious. I’m hardly the first person to make that observation. C’mon, Freckles -- unh, that feels good -- you know what I mean. It’s like foreplay that never goes anywhere.” And you would know something about that. “But as soon as they get a boyfriend, bam, all the stupid horse statues are gone.”

“Spoken like a true expert on the female psyche,” Kate giggled. “OK, lean back, so I can rinse the shampoo out.”

Sawyer obliged her and she smoothed her fingers through his hair until the water ran clear, ignoring the little “mmm” noises he was making.

“OK,” she said, reaching for a towel. “Now let’s trim that unruly mane of yours.” She rubbed the towel roughly over his head until he protested.

“Hey! I thought you needed it wet to cut it!”

“Yeah, not dripping wet. Don’t be a baby, Sawyer.”

He sighed heavily and shoved her arm away with his good hand. “Well, I’m only being spoon-fed and hosed down like a damn infant, so ... “

She waved the scissors in front of him. “Alright, mister. I don’t want to hear one word of complaint when I’m done, OK?”

“Like I got a choice. I’m at your mercy, ma’am.”

She leaned in, snipping his bangs first. She stared hard at them, cutting and recutting until they were even. He should have minded how his hair was going to turn out, but he hadn't been this close to her since she’d kissed him oh so many days ago. Suddenly, he didn’t care if she shaved him bald, as long as she stayed right where she was.

Kate either hadn't noticed, or was choosing to ignore, how his white boxers had become nearly transparent when wet. The darn things clung to him until he might as well be naked. That and the darn slit, well, he knew the more she touched him, the more of a show he’d be putting on for her. Not that he minded. He’d never exactly been shy.

Now, that little tank top of hers was already a little wet, but it could stand to be a whole lot wetter.

She was so focused on the haircut, she didn’t notice him reach behind and turn the shower back on. “Sawyer!” she squawked as the water hit her full in the face. He just smiled and opened the tap wider.

She reached out blindly with her hands for the faucet, but he was too quick for her, catching her wrist with his good hand and blocking the tap with his body as best he could as she flailed wildly.

“Sawyer!” she yelled again, finally getting her hand free and stepping out of the stream of water. “You, you...”

“Really shouldn’t have. I know,” he grinned as he turned the water off. He leaned back and let his eyes roam over her, just appreciating how her wet clothes hung to every curve, especially how her nipples stood out under the thin cotton of her shirt.

He already knew she looked good dripping wet, had known that since they’d gone swimming in that pretty little lagoon. Knew she didn’t like to wear a bra any more than he liked to wear shorts.

She wiped her dripping hair out of her eyes, glaring at him. “Very funny.” But her mouth was starting to twitch at the edges. “OK, yeah, you got me. At least I know you’re feeling better.” She ran her hand through her hair again, moving it up and off her face and her head tilted back as she did it. Maybe unaware of the effect she was having on him. Most likely completely aware.

He inched forward on his chair, balancing on the edge. “A lot better, actually.”
His fingertips brushed her jeans. She’d come a little closer, maybe without realizing it. He trailed his hand over her thigh, watching for her reaction. “You know what they say about wet clothes.”

“What?” Her voice was low, soft. She was poised to either run or move closer, he couldn’t tell, could only feel the tension coming off of her.

“You’ll catch your death,” he said, dropping his voice and raising an eyebrow. She was close enough now for him to grab hold of her hip. He pulled her to him and for a second, she froze. She looked stricken. Scared, even. She held the scissors as if she was thinking of using them as a weapon.

“Shhh,” he said, as if he were trying to soothe a panicky animal. “It’s OK.” His eyes locked on hers, trying to read what was scaring her in those wide, green eyes. She’d looked just like that when he’d first come around -- like she was crumbling in front of him. “It’s alright,” he continued in the same calm voice. “Everything’s OK.” He kept gently rubbing her thigh, as if she were fuckin’ Black Beauty out there in the jungle, and he had to stop her from galloping over a cliff.

She swallowed and nodded, never breaking eye contact. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the spooked expression was gone. The scissors fell to the floor with a resounding clatter. She put her hand over the one on her thigh and they stood there for a second, the heat building between them until she bent forward and took his head between her hands. Her mouth hovered over his, still hesitating. Those green eyes, this close, were hazy behind loose, wet tendrils of hair. It was like looking into the jungle itself.

And then her mouth opened to him and she closed her eyes and he did too, just savoring her taste and the welcome feel of her as she settled onto his lap. Her clothes were soaked but her skin was warm to the touch and if she was shivering, he didn’t think it was from cold.

One hand edged up under her shirt, peeling back the wet cloth that seemed glued to her, while his mouth sought her other breast, nipping at the material that still covered it. She arched toward him as his fingers teased a nipple into hardness and her mouth parted, sucking in a quick breath.

He shifted underneath her, trying to balance her weight better and she started up, slipping his hand out of her shirt.

“Sawyer, we should wait ...” she bit her lip in concern.

“Hey, hey. You’re good, right here.” He pulled her back down gently with a smile and set to slowly pushing the straps of her shirt down each arm.

“But are you sure you... ...”

“See, that’s why I’m just going to sit here ...”

She inched closer, shrugging off her shirt.

“And what am I going to do?” she said, eyes wide, as she toyed with the waistband of his boxers.

“Well now,” he drawled, suppressing a shiver as her hand snaked inside his shorts. His voice dropped even lower. “I figured you could ride me like that pony you never got for Christmas.”

Her answering grin was all the medicine he needed. “How do you know I never got a pony?”

“Because no one ever does.”

“Anyone ever tell you...” she sighed between kisses, “you talk too much?”

“I’m a vocal guy,” Sawyer whispered in her ear. And then he proceeded to demonstrate just how vocal.


If Jack wondered why Sawyer’s hair looked considerably worse after the haircut than before, he tactfully said nothing. At first.

“You know, I cut my own hair,” he finally offered. “I could maybe...”

“Nah. I think this suits me,” Sawyer grinned, tossing his butchered hair. “But, tell you what, I’ll let her take another whack at it. If it’s still not right, then I’ll come find ya.”

“Deal,” Jack smiled.


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Dec. 14th, 2005 05:35 am (UTC)
Ooooh.... nice.

Tasty little Sate (Kawyer? "official" term?). Love all these hairy stories. As irresistible as Wounded!Sawyer.

Wet boxers, wet T-shirt...*sigh*

Well crafted, too, with opening on horses, down to this great exchange:

“I figured you could ride me like that pony you never got for Christmas.”

Her answering grin was all the medicine he needed. “How do you know I never got a pony?”

“Because no one ever does.”

Made me smile. Whole fic did.

Dec. 14th, 2005 10:46 pm (UTC)
Hee, thanks! Glad it made you smile.

Oh, and I got your email and will get back to you later today. ;-D
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Dec. 14th, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)
That was great! lol, loved Sawyer talking about a young girls love for horses :0 its kinda true. nearly every girl goes through that phase hehe! Nice male observation on it.
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks! ;-D I wasn't really much of a horse statuette girl myself, but I did read Black Beauty and King of the Wind and Misty of Chincoteague and so many other horse books, LOL.
Dec. 14th, 2005 05:44 am (UTC)
Oooo, I like.

More shower sex? Why the hell not? ;P

Love the heat between them, but I especially liked how you described him looking into her eyes...It was like looking into the jungle itself.

Who needs a good haircut when you've got that?
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:49 pm (UTC)
I actually hadn't seen a Sawyer/Kate shower sex fic yet, although they're probably out there.

And thanks! I actually stared at some screen caps of wigged!out! WKD Kate to figure out how to describe her eyes other than just the usual "green," LOL.
Dec. 14th, 2005 05:52 am (UTC)
I loved this way more than I should have. Their banter is just right, and that haircut was pure sex. I'm firmly anti-haircut for Sawyer, but I think you just about convinced me!

The stuff about horses was amusing and true, and paid off so well there at the end. That moment where Kate gets scared and he has to calm her down is wonderful as well. And I adore the end, with Jack making his cameo appearance, hinting at more adventures in the future. (Even though Jack WOULD just shave it all off!)

Fabulous and hot.
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:55 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, thanks! I had no idea this would be so persuasive a fic. ;-D I think he's a little shaggy now, so getting back to his hair, circa "Confidence Man" (which it looks like they've done), suits me fine.

And I'm glad you liked the moment where she panicked. I wasn't sure if it would be too much.

Tee hee. I had to sneak a little Jack in there, with a hint at something more than just a haircut, of course. I'm still trying to decide what prompt to claim this for a fanfic100. I can always just go with "Writer's Choice." Their prompts are so hard to fill!
Dec. 14th, 2005 06:27 am (UTC)
Squeeeeee! Love, love, love this! You nailed them perfectly with the banter. And the sexual encounter sizzled. :-) Plus, the *snort* "ride me like a pony." Yup, I never got a pony.
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And yes, none of ever got a pony, did we? ;-D

I'm never sure if I can pull of snarky *and* sexy. Hence the reason this one is just "R."
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Dec. 14th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
WHEE! That was excellent!
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! ;D
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Dec. 14th, 2005 10:59 pm (UTC)
LOL, well seeing as I write Jack/Sawyer about 90% of the time, I think I can sneak in a Skate fic here and there. ;-D

Thanks for reading (and enjoying!) even if it's not your preferred OTP.
Dec. 14th, 2005 07:31 am (UTC)
She turned on the water without warning and he spluttered under the spray.

Bwa. Good, well-placed slapstick amongst the more snarktastic humor.

Kate either hadn't noticed, or was choosing to ignore, how his white boxers had become nearly transparent when wet. The darn things clung to him until he might as well be naked. That and the darn slit

*cackles and squirms* Oh, remind me again why this show can't be on HBO??

Love the play between them: very natural and fluid leading up to the delicious full-on foreplay. Simmering. Excellent. :)
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:02 pm (UTC)
Yay, so glad you liked it! I haven't written pure Skate in ages, having sold my soul to slash long ago.

I'm glad you think I struck a balance between sexy and funny. I guess sometimes less is more when it comes to the smut?

Thanks for reading, love.

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Dec. 14th, 2005 11:02 pm (UTC)
Why, thank you! ;-D And love the icon, LOL.
Dec. 14th, 2005 02:11 pm (UTC)
first fic in AGES to give me that butterflies feeling. Great job.
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you! That makes me very happy to hear!
Dec. 14th, 2005 02:28 pm (UTC)
Have I ever mentioned before that I have a complete and total kink about hair-washing/hair-cutting that I try not to mention in public? To the point that, mediocre as the rest of Phenomenon was, I still make dolphin noises when I hear that 'For the Love of a Woman' song?

Yeah, that kink has about tripled now.

Shhh,” he said, as if he were trying to soothe a panicky animal. “It’s OK.” His eyes locked on hers, trying to read what was scaring her in those wide, green eyes.

DUDE. And then rubbing her thigh, all sweet and with the great, bantery dialogue a few paragraphs down. DUDE some more. This review is rapidly descending into a keyboard mash, 'cause the whole thing was just hot and great.
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:24 pm (UTC)
Oooh... glad to hit your kink dead center like that! XD Thank you kindly for the squeeage!

LOL. dolphin noises. ;-D

Dec. 14th, 2005 03:17 pm (UTC)
“I figured you could ride me like that pony you never got for Christmas.”
Best line ever.

I loved how you wrote in Sawyer as being a big baby because most of the time he is. Don't mean that in a bad way, but it's just how he is..haa...

Thanks for linking to the pictures! You know what that means now...once the lady cuts the hair, they're soulmates (see Claire and Charlie..haa)
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:28 pm (UTC)
LOL. Thank you! And yes, he is always the first to complain, isn't he?

And I think we'll be getting lots more Skate-y goodness on the show (with the extremely unfortunate side helping of Jack/Ana, alas!) including a long overdue haircut! Damn, they owe us some flirty TLC after mistreating Sawyer all season. ;-D
Dec. 14th, 2005 04:44 pm (UTC)
sweet fic! Definitely loved all the horse banter ;)
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you approved. ;-D
Dec. 14th, 2005 10:14 pm (UTC)
I was squeeing already when I saw you wrote s/k! and it was awesome! the banter and chemistry were really well-written. thanks! oh how I wish jack/sawyer didn't exist so you and foxxcub would both just write sawyer/kate all the time. :D well okay maybe that wouldn't work but anyway, I can dream. ;)
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:31 pm (UTC)
Awww, thank you.

What can I say? As far as canon goes, I'm all about the Skate, but in fanon, Jack/Sawyer has completely hijacked me. I can't help it!! But whenever I have a good Skate idea, I love to write this pairing. I think we'll be getting lots of inspiration from upcoming episodes, which I couldn't be happier about.

Dec. 15th, 2005 12:59 am (UTC)
I'm just excited that you're listening to "Falling Through Your Clothes", LOL!

Yay for the resurrection of halfdutch Skate!! It's been gone for too long, methinks. :D
Dec. 15th, 2005 02:48 am (UTC)
Hee. ;-D Luck of the iTunes shuffle, but appropriate, eh?

And awww, thanks! I just needed to get goosed by canon again. Darn them for keeping Sawyer away from all his love interests all season!
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