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It's been a while since the last time I wrote a 100-word drabble, so here there're two, to compensate ;)
For my Sawyer table.
Title: Open wound
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
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30_wounds's #01, it's just a flesh wound.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Open Wound
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He is injured and she has bottle of peroxide – it's the first night but this would have happened even if they hadn't left, such is the depth of their betrayal.
He bites her lip. The open bottle of peroxide tilts and falls.
Red blood spills out of his wounded hand - staining her white cheek in red; then her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She whimpers and he thrusts harder, needing her to cry out louder, dig her nails deeper, burn and sting and leave her scar on his skin, like the open wound that cuts his palm.
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For my Kate/Sawyer Table.
Title: Absence
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Note: forun_love_you's #04, I need to want you.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Absence
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It’s been three years and she still feels his presence, tangible and real. He breathes in her neck and grabs her hips and spins her around—she is still kissing him when he perches her on the kitchen counter.
She wraps her legs around him and a nearby glass falls and shatters. He laughs huskily, his stubble scratching her cheek as he thrusts into her, pushing her forcefully against the cabinet. She burns and sweats and cries out, when he fades away—right from underneath her fingertips.
She lies alone in bed, her knees bent up to her chest, shivering.
For my Sawyer table.
Title: Open wound
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Note: for
30_wounds's #01, it's just a flesh wound.Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Open Wound
---
He is injured and she has bottle of peroxide – it's the first night but this would have happened even if they hadn't left, such is the depth of their betrayal.
He bites her lip. The open bottle of peroxide tilts and falls.
Red blood spills out of his wounded hand - staining her white cheek in red; then her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She whimpers and he thrusts harder, needing her to cry out louder, dig her nails deeper, burn and sting and leave her scar on his skin, like the open wound that cuts his palm.
---
For my Kate/Sawyer Table.
Title: Absence
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Note: for
un_love_you's #04, I need to want you.Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Absence
---
It’s been three years and she still feels his presence, tangible and real. He breathes in her neck and grabs her hips and spins her around—she is still kissing him when he perches her on the kitchen counter.
She wraps her legs around him and a nearby glass falls and shatters. He laughs huskily, his stubble scratching her cheek as he thrusts into her, pushing her forcefully against the cabinet. She burns and sweats and cries out, when he fades away—right from underneath her fingertips.
She lies alone in bed, her knees bent up to her chest, shivering.
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