madwomanwithabox

Title: The Best Revenge
Fandom: LOST
Pairings: Skate(?)
Rating: NC17 for some graphic language and heavy sexual content...i.e., overall HAWT
Warnings: graphic sexual content, spoilers for LOST S3 up through CATCH 22, if you like...live under a rock or something. All spoilers through that ep are speculative and of an AU variety.
Summary: Jack spurks Kate for Juliet, and...well, you know the rest. Right?

A/N: Okay, so the world? Is lacking in teh Jate!pr0n. And I remembered this ficcie thing I wrote AGES ago for my hetero-lifemate, rogueapprentice, when CATCH 22 made so many of the Jaters out there want to tear out their hair and rip out their intestines with a fork. So...I shall share now.

Dedicated to and beta'd eons ago by rogueapprentice, the Jack to my Kate. Even if your muse is dead, mine will never love another spinal surgeon. This fic is also dedicated to your dead muses...may they know life again in Season 3. *holds up torch*

This fic is also dedicated to all my LOST-ies and to the current queen over at lostsquee, slybrunette. She wanted the women of LOST today...well, this is a woman that's...uhm...read it and find out. :P

Oh, and while beta'd? 'Twas long ago...if it sucks, blame only me. Ready? Then ON we go!

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Kate stooped to duck under the flap and enter his shelter, grateful that the nearby fire provided her some light. Everything seemed so dark, but maybe it was just the dull, throbbing ache in her chest that had started the moment she saw Jack with *her* just a couple short hours before.

He was stretched out on his bedroll when he spotted her. She didn’t give him time enough for more than a murmur of confusion and mild surprise before she knelt down at his side and put a hand to his lips.

“Shut up and don’t talk.” she whispered before leaning in and kissing him, warm and deep as she promptly shifted to straddle him. His hands went to her hips and sat there, as if to move her, but she kept him from acting by running her hands over his chest. His lips moved against hers in reflex, then more warmly for a moment, responding to her touch.

She controlled this...nobody else. The gentle scrape of his teeth against her lower lip, the slight uptilt of his hips against her as she rocked against him...in that moment, she stopped hurting and felt only the heat of his body under her, the power of his reaction to her touch.

The kiss broke abruptly, and she caught the look of eyes flickering with concern. “Kate, are you crying?”

The hurt returned when she realized she was crying, but his look softened anger to annoyance. “I said *shut up.*” she huffed before silencing him again with her mouth on his, tongue slipping past his lips to taste him, drawing his into her mouth in return. He tasted like the guavas he’d eaten for dinner...the jungle’s fruit to cleanse the last vestiges of Them from his memory, she was certain.

Heat consumed them as she undressed him piece by piece, mouth roaming greedily over his skin to taste him, claim all of him. She looked into his face from time to time...searching for the moment she was looking for as she reached his jeans, stripping them off his body before she finally let him remove the last of her own clothing. He was moving with his body as his hands slid over thighs and ass, caressing and inflaming her passion...

...but then it was there in the tightening of his fingers against her legs as she guided his cock inside her. She saw it in his eyes, the unfocused void that was filled only with her glassy reflection in the darkness, barely visible in the dim light of the tent.

Surprise and confusion and animal reflex were gone...the memory of Juliet was gone.

Kate was all Jack saw as his hands slid up her legs to stop her from moving on him, taking control as want replaced lust. He savored as he guided her into a slow, lazy rhythm, feeling every movement and clench of her body as he released her once he was sure she wouldn’t rush it. He slid his hands up her sides to cup her breasts and tease her nipples, to stroke her belly and tease her sex while his other hand reached up to cradle the back of her neck and pull her down into a kiss that broke Kate’s heart with its fierce tenderness and barely leashed hunger.

“Why?” he finally whispered against her mouth as she rocked against him more quickly.

“Because,” she panted, on the edge of reason as she bent her head and pressed a kiss to the thatch of hair on his chest, just over his heart, “you should have done the dishes with me in the ocean.”

“Kate...”

The apology and regret in his voice shattered her as she rocked hard against him once more and shattered in his arms, feeling his fingers in his hair and his lips against her neck to muffle his own hoarse cry when he came with her and within her...

...and back to her.