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madwomanwithabox) wrote2006-12-26 11:11 am
madwomanwithabox) wrote2006-12-26 11:11 am
FIC: Need (LOST) Jacket, Rated R
Title: Need
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jacket (Juliet/Jack)
Rating: hard R for sex and language
Words: 1,190
Warnings: Spoilers for any and all of LOST S3, and speculation that could be spoilery. Y'know...if it actually HAPPENS.
A/N: Done for the TAKE OFF THE JACKET PORN BATTLE (prompt: latex), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw, because I AM GOING TO BEAT![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lollobrigida!!!!! Ahem. :P...oh, and unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.
* * * * *
“Jack, no!”
Her slim hand was like steel as it caught his wrist, her short nails biting just a little into his skin to stop him from lifting his hand to his face. It was soft, warm...delicate. If he tried hard enough, he could feel it drifting over other places on his skin...
“What?” The word came out colder, harsher than he intended.
As usual, it didn’t faze her. Cool, impassive, and beautiful, she drew his hand away from his face and shook her head.
“You’ll have an allergic reaction. The gloves...we didn’t have the kind you needed.”
It was a small detail...not many people knew about his allergy to powdered latex gloves. “Might be an advantage for you, right? I did what you wanted....what else could you possibly want from me?”
“Us...or me?”
Jack’s eyes lifted sharply to meet hers, startled by the remark.
He couldn’t muster a reply as she deliberately helped him remove the other latex glove from his hand, then reached up to do what he’d been about to, and gently scratch an itch at the corner of his eye. Her touch was cool and soft...not just the hands of a doctor, but the hands of a woman.
He couldn’t even muster a ‘thank you’ as she walked away...and yet it felt like he’d said it anyway.
* * * * *
“They’re not going to let you go. Not after what you nearly did to Ben.”
Jack continued to stalk back and forth across the tank, snorting bitterly. “Now why am I not surprised?”
“They will, however, let you stay. With us.”
That gave him pause, stopping him in his tracks as he turned to face her through the glass. “Stay?”
Juliet nodded, moving closer...just as cool and beautiful in jeans and a peasant blouse, her hair loose around her shoulders. “With us...with me. We have a housing development on the other side of this island...the unit next door to me is free.”
“What do you mean, *this* island?”
“I’d be responsible for you...this wouldn’t be freedom, Jack, but it’s as close as you’re going to get-”
“What do you *mean*, ‘this island?!?’”
The shout cut through the small tank, echoing off the walls and the plexiglass...making her flinch. It was a crack in her armor, and he welcomed it.
For a moment she just stood there, then glanced back over her shoulder. He watched her stand motionless, and though he couldn’t see her face...he could almost see the wheels turning inside her head as she made some sort of decision.
When she reached it, she left the room without a word.
Less than two minutes later, the door to his tank opened, and she slipped inside, holding the door open for him.
“Come on...I think there’s something you need to see.”
* * * * *
“You fought for me.”
He watched her glance up from the small box of groceries she’d just set on his new kitchen table, blue eyes just a little bit wide in mild surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Ben didn’t want me here...nobody wanted me here. You fought for me.” he replied simply, still leaning back against the small center island, watching her move.
She simply stared at him for a moment, then went back to the box of groceries, avoiding his gaze as she set two boxes of cereal on the table. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you needed it.”
“What the hell do you know about what I need?”
“Jack...”
“No!” He shot forward before he could stop himself, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her to face him, glaring down at her as his anger finally broke free, washing over him in a red-hot tide that threatened to choke him. “All you do is try to help me, and for what? Why are you doing this? If you really want to help me, why don’t you give me the one thing I *do* need?!?!”
Long moments passed. She didn’t answer. Jack shook her, trying hard to ignore the instincts screaming at him to stop...to apologize, to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.
“WHY!?!”
Still she didn’t answer. Their eyes locked, and Jack was transfixed. There was no fear there...no pain, no apprehension, not even a flicker of surprise.
All he could see was her eyes...focusing on his lips.
She still wasn’t surprised when he kissed her, not even when he shoved the groceries off the kitchen table to lay her back on the surface and tear her pretty sky blue blouse open. The buttons pinged against the linoleum...he barely heard them.
Her skin was sweet...fresh and soapy against his tongue when he finally got her bra off and bent his head to lick and bite a trail down the center of her chest, lavishing attention on both of her breasts with lips and tongue and hands. They fit perfectly into the curve of his fingers, her nipples hard and jutting against his palms. She moaned, throwing her head back and arching into his touch as his thumbs strayed to caress the sensitive curve of each one.
It was a blur as he struggled to remove all the necessary clothing from both of them, his vision hazed with red and his blood roaring in his ears as she lay back on the table, her bare, flawless skin a stark contrast against the dark, glossy mahogany tabletop. All that mattered was being inside her...breaking her down to the bare bones, watching that cool, beautiful face contort, feel that still, quiet body buck and twist.
What scared him most was that pain would have been just as satisfying as pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he finally entered her, her hips lifting to meet his and urge him to start moving. Her body sheathed him perfectly in tight, wet heat as he drove himself into her without bothering to be gentle or careful...and she matched him. Every brutal thrust, every clench of her legs around him, robbing him of breath as his mouth and teeth bruised that perfect skin, as his fingers left marks that wouldn’t fade for days as he pulled her closer. Hips, arms, breasts and waist, they all bore his mark as they moved together in a tempest of animal passion that culminated in a white-hot explosion of ecstacy that erupted from him in a roar as he buried his face against her neck, hating that he craved the scent of her filling his lungs...clean, fresh, fragrant with hints of her soap and shampoo from her sweat-dampened skin.
When the last tremors of pleasure faded, he felt empty...hollowed out and devoid of anything, warmed only by the soft heat of her body beneath him, her arms wrapping around him gently.
“Why?” he asked again, the word whispered against her neck.
“Because it’s what you need, Jack...it’s what we both need.”
“I don’t understand...”
“You need me, Jack...and I need you.”
“Why?”
The soft kiss that touched his temple tempered the emptiness some, and he hated himself for it.
“Because you’re not one of Them.”
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jacket (Juliet/Jack)
Rating: hard R for sex and language
Words: 1,190
Warnings: Spoilers for any and all of LOST S3, and speculation that could be spoilery. Y'know...if it actually HAPPENS.
A/N: Done for the TAKE OFF THE JACKET PORN BATTLE (prompt: latex), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw, because I AM GOING TO BEAT
lollobrigida!!!!! Ahem. :P...oh, and unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.* * * * *
“Jack, no!”
Her slim hand was like steel as it caught his wrist, her short nails biting just a little into his skin to stop him from lifting his hand to his face. It was soft, warm...delicate. If he tried hard enough, he could feel it drifting over other places on his skin...
“What?” The word came out colder, harsher than he intended.
As usual, it didn’t faze her. Cool, impassive, and beautiful, she drew his hand away from his face and shook her head.
“You’ll have an allergic reaction. The gloves...we didn’t have the kind you needed.”
It was a small detail...not many people knew about his allergy to powdered latex gloves. “Might be an advantage for you, right? I did what you wanted....what else could you possibly want from me?”
“Us...or me?”
Jack’s eyes lifted sharply to meet hers, startled by the remark.
He couldn’t muster a reply as she deliberately helped him remove the other latex glove from his hand, then reached up to do what he’d been about to, and gently scratch an itch at the corner of his eye. Her touch was cool and soft...not just the hands of a doctor, but the hands of a woman.
He couldn’t even muster a ‘thank you’ as she walked away...and yet it felt like he’d said it anyway.
* * * * *
“They’re not going to let you go. Not after what you nearly did to Ben.”
Jack continued to stalk back and forth across the tank, snorting bitterly. “Now why am I not surprised?”
“They will, however, let you stay. With us.”
That gave him pause, stopping him in his tracks as he turned to face her through the glass. “Stay?”
Juliet nodded, moving closer...just as cool and beautiful in jeans and a peasant blouse, her hair loose around her shoulders. “With us...with me. We have a housing development on the other side of this island...the unit next door to me is free.”
“What do you mean, *this* island?”
“I’d be responsible for you...this wouldn’t be freedom, Jack, but it’s as close as you’re going to get-”
“What do you *mean*, ‘this island?!?’”
The shout cut through the small tank, echoing off the walls and the plexiglass...making her flinch. It was a crack in her armor, and he welcomed it.
For a moment she just stood there, then glanced back over her shoulder. He watched her stand motionless, and though he couldn’t see her face...he could almost see the wheels turning inside her head as she made some sort of decision.
When she reached it, she left the room without a word.
Less than two minutes later, the door to his tank opened, and she slipped inside, holding the door open for him.
“Come on...I think there’s something you need to see.”
* * * * *
“You fought for me.”
He watched her glance up from the small box of groceries she’d just set on his new kitchen table, blue eyes just a little bit wide in mild surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Ben didn’t want me here...nobody wanted me here. You fought for me.” he replied simply, still leaning back against the small center island, watching her move.
She simply stared at him for a moment, then went back to the box of groceries, avoiding his gaze as she set two boxes of cereal on the table. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you needed it.”
“What the hell do you know about what I need?”
“Jack...”
“No!” He shot forward before he could stop himself, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her to face him, glaring down at her as his anger finally broke free, washing over him in a red-hot tide that threatened to choke him. “All you do is try to help me, and for what? Why are you doing this? If you really want to help me, why don’t you give me the one thing I *do* need?!?!”
Long moments passed. She didn’t answer. Jack shook her, trying hard to ignore the instincts screaming at him to stop...to apologize, to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.
“WHY!?!”
Still she didn’t answer. Their eyes locked, and Jack was transfixed. There was no fear there...no pain, no apprehension, not even a flicker of surprise.
All he could see was her eyes...focusing on his lips.
She still wasn’t surprised when he kissed her, not even when he shoved the groceries off the kitchen table to lay her back on the surface and tear her pretty sky blue blouse open. The buttons pinged against the linoleum...he barely heard them.
Her skin was sweet...fresh and soapy against his tongue when he finally got her bra off and bent his head to lick and bite a trail down the center of her chest, lavishing attention on both of her breasts with lips and tongue and hands. They fit perfectly into the curve of his fingers, her nipples hard and jutting against his palms. She moaned, throwing her head back and arching into his touch as his thumbs strayed to caress the sensitive curve of each one.
It was a blur as he struggled to remove all the necessary clothing from both of them, his vision hazed with red and his blood roaring in his ears as she lay back on the table, her bare, flawless skin a stark contrast against the dark, glossy mahogany tabletop. All that mattered was being inside her...breaking her down to the bare bones, watching that cool, beautiful face contort, feel that still, quiet body buck and twist.
What scared him most was that pain would have been just as satisfying as pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he finally entered her, her hips lifting to meet his and urge him to start moving. Her body sheathed him perfectly in tight, wet heat as he drove himself into her without bothering to be gentle or careful...and she matched him. Every brutal thrust, every clench of her legs around him, robbing him of breath as his mouth and teeth bruised that perfect skin, as his fingers left marks that wouldn’t fade for days as he pulled her closer. Hips, arms, breasts and waist, they all bore his mark as they moved together in a tempest of animal passion that culminated in a white-hot explosion of ecstacy that erupted from him in a roar as he buried his face against her neck, hating that he craved the scent of her filling his lungs...clean, fresh, fragrant with hints of her soap and shampoo from her sweat-dampened skin.
When the last tremors of pleasure faded, he felt empty...hollowed out and devoid of anything, warmed only by the soft heat of her body beneath him, her arms wrapping around him gently.
“Why?” he asked again, the word whispered against her neck.
“Because it’s what you need, Jack...it’s what we both need.”
“I don’t understand...”
“You need me, Jack...and I need you.”
“Why?”
The soft kiss that touched his temple tempered the emptiness some, and he hated himself for it.
“Because you’re not one of Them.”