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slybrunetteTitle: She Just Likes To Dream
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate Austen/Sun Kwon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 639
Prompt: #92-Dream
Disclaimer: Not mine.
She knows they can’t be together. She has Jack, Sun has Jin. No one would understand, no one would accept them. But for just a second, as she feels Sun’s lips soft against her own and the husk of the palm tree scratch her back through her shirt that’s grown thin with age, Kate likes to dream. It’s not like she doesn’t care about Jack, and Sun loves Jin. She’s said so. But there’s something more in only the brief encounters they’re allowed than in the nights she shares beside him in their bedroll. Her fingertips dig into Sun’s shoulder, just enough so as she gasps but not enough to leave a mark that Jin would question her about later that night. Sun trails wet kisses down her neck, the path of saliva cool as a light breeze drifts through the trees. Kate moans from deep in her throat and she stretches her neck upwards, her face turning to the sky and her eyelashes fluttering. She raises Sun’s chin from the crook of her neck and presses their lips together, her tongue darting inside before flicking out as her teeth nip at Sun’s bottom lip. She hears a branch crunch and her eyes turn to the figure.
Jack stands at the edge of the patch of forest, his eyes sad and his lips parted slightly in the form of a squashed O. He stands uneasily, his hands perched on his hips, then falling to his side only to be replaced again. Kate and Sun pull apart, unsure of their own thoughts. He turns, pausing a moment before striding away.
“Jack!” Kate calls after him, but doesn’t make an effort to catch up or even follow. “Don’t…”
She groans, pressing her eyes shut and raking a shaky hand through her tangled hair.
Sun places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Kate swivels her head around to Sun, but doesn’t look at her. Then she nods and her hips angle to one side from the tense position she didn’t know she’d been holding them in.
That night, Jack slides between the sheets of the bed they share. Not turning around to look him in the eye, she can feel his warmth against her, his body barely an inch from her’s. For a moment she wonders whether he’ll confront her and it will explode into yelling that would bounce around the camp in echoes. Then he splays his fingers over her hip and pulls her closer. Placing a brief kiss on her jawbone that feels more like a formality than a sign of affection, like he does every night, like nothing happened. She hears him sigh and the exhaled breath tickles her shoulder and makes a whooshing sound in her ear. She knows it’s easier for him to ignore and pretend than to confront emotion, and she doesn’t complain. That’s who he’d always been, and she had accepted that, the first time she placed her bags inside and called his cave home as good as signing a legal form. She got a provider and a protector from Jack, affection and passion from Sun. But once again, she couldn’t help but think of what life would be like, if Kate left Jack and Sun left Jin. Could their connection that was more than friendship sustain them in difficult times? Did it have longevity? If they didn’t have to hide any more, would it loose its appeal? Maybe, Kate muses, maybe not. One thing she does know is that that’s a risk she’s not willing to take. Living on the island, Kate had never lost her independence. But she had developed a taste for stability, something she wasn’t willing to risk now, not for Sun, not for anyone or anything.
She knew they would never be together. But sometimes she just liked to dream.
Jack stands at the edge of the patch of forest, his eyes sad and his lips parted slightly in the form of a squashed O. He stands uneasily, his hands perched on his hips, then falling to his side only to be replaced again. Kate and Sun pull apart, unsure of their own thoughts. He turns, pausing a moment before striding away.
“Jack!” Kate calls after him, but doesn’t make an effort to catch up or even follow. “Don’t…”
She groans, pressing her eyes shut and raking a shaky hand through her tangled hair.
Sun places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Kate swivels her head around to Sun, but doesn’t look at her. Then she nods and her hips angle to one side from the tense position she didn’t know she’d been holding them in.
That night, Jack slides between the sheets of the bed they share. Not turning around to look him in the eye, she can feel his warmth against her, his body barely an inch from her’s. For a moment she wonders whether he’ll confront her and it will explode into yelling that would bounce around the camp in echoes. Then he splays his fingers over her hip and pulls her closer. Placing a brief kiss on her jawbone that feels more like a formality than a sign of affection, like he does every night, like nothing happened. She hears him sigh and the exhaled breath tickles her shoulder and makes a whooshing sound in her ear. She knows it’s easier for him to ignore and pretend than to confront emotion, and she doesn’t complain. That’s who he’d always been, and she had accepted that, the first time she placed her bags inside and called his cave home as good as signing a legal form. She got a provider and a protector from Jack, affection and passion from Sun. But once again, she couldn’t help but think of what life would be like, if Kate left Jack and Sun left Jin. Could their connection that was more than friendship sustain them in difficult times? Did it have longevity? If they didn’t have to hide any more, would it loose its appeal? Maybe, Kate muses, maybe not. One thing she does know is that that’s a risk she’s not willing to take. Living on the island, Kate had never lost her independence. But she had developed a taste for stability, something she wasn’t willing to risk now, not for Sun, not for anyone or anything.
She knew they would never be together. But sometimes she just liked to dream.
