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G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
61
Views:
2,690
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Constellations With Libby
The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: R
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 13 (13/60)
Constellations With Libby
Peter and Jack had dressed and then shared some dinner that Jack had brought with him. They ate, talked quietly, laughed together and enjoyed the relaxation that comes after good sex. They felt intimate and closer now. Jack toyed with the idea of staying in the bunkroom with Peter but decided against it. Jack told him he needed to get back to the caves, but would be back tomorrow to check on him as he gave him a goodbye kiss. Once Jack was gone, Peter felt so lonesome. He also felt conflicted - how could he care for Jack and Sawyer both when they were so different. He felt like he was playing with fire again. He was glad he had talked with Sawyer about not being exclusive with each other. If he hadn’t Sawyer would be really mad. Of course, Sawyer might be really mad anyway if he knew it was Jack. Plus Jack and Sawyer had that love/hate thing going on. You couldn’t tell what their relationship was, but the strength of their attraction was undeniable. He could feel the sexual tension just being with the two of them.
He decided he wanted to go outside for a while and look at the night sky, so he slipped on his shoes and sweater and left the hatch. Outside there was more than enough moonlight to see where you were walking. It was close to a full moon. He walked a ways from the hatch and sat down on a dead tree. One of the great things about the island was how much of the night sky you could see and all the stars. You couldn’t see stars like this in a city. Growing up in the country in Tennessee he always loved the night sky and had memorized many constellations in the sky and could name them, the planets and the stars. He had spent many a night hidden in the barn, or in a tent in the woods away from the house, looking at the stars and feeling utterly alone. He knew that sooner or later he was going to have to tell Jack and Sawyer more about his past. He just didn’t want to open the old wounds yet with them. He hoped that Julie wasn’t talking about his past. It would sound worse and more sordid coming from her.
He heard two voices coming up the path to the hatch and called out hello. It was Hurley and Libby chatting away. When they got to where he was sitting they stopped and talked with him briefly. Hurley said he was on hatch duty and needed to get inside to start his shift. Peter invited Libby to sit if she would like, and she decided to join him. Hurley and Libby said bye to each other as Libby sat down and Hurley went inside. Peter and Libby made small talk for a few minutes before Libby asked him how he was doing. He said pretty well considering how badly he’d been beaten up. She said she was sorry that it had happened, and she thought Julie felt bad about it too, that she hadn’t meant to hurt him that badly. Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. He had been trying to not think about it at all. It just seemed like one more failure in his life. Libby could tell he was upset about it, but she could also tell he was depressed and keeping something bottled up inside of him. She didn’t really know a lot about him since she had only recently arrived in the camp herself, and he had been in the hatch for days now. She thought maybe she could talk with him and maybe he’d let go of some of the heavy load he seemed to be carrying. He showed Libby several of the constellations in the sky. She was impressed with his knowledge of the night stars, but she knew he was also trying to avoid talking about himself. It was a delaying tactic. They stopped talking and sat for a while just looking at the night sky. Libby shivered; the night air was cooler tonight than she had thought it would be. Peter took off his sweater and put it around her shoulders to warm her, said he didn’t need it since his shirt had long sleeves. Libby thought it was a nice gesture. Finally Peter spoke, “So, Jack said you were a therapist Libby, how long have you been in practice?”
“I’m a Clinical Psychologist and I’ve been in private practice for about 10 years Peter. I’ve counseled men, women and teenagers and worked in several different settings. I’ve worked with clients referred to me by judges, physicians, emergency clinics, rape crisis networks and spousal abuse clinics. I’ve heard just about everything. It’s hard to shock me and I’m a good listener if you want to talk sometime.” Peter rested his elbows on his knees and both his hands on his chin and mouth. His body language was speaking loud and clear to her. She could tell he was wrestling with whether he wanted to talk with her.
He finally spoke. “I was in therapy for four years with a male therapist which helped me some, but stopped when I had moved away from Tennessee. Julie drug me to couples counseling for about a year and it didn’t help things at all, we fought more.” He looked away, “I’ve still got a lot of unresolved issues Libby and I’m depressed and anxious. Jack thinks I oughta talk with you.” He paused waiting to see what she’d say.
“I could see you professionally for while if you’d like. We’d have to establish ground rules and, of course, anything you tell me would be confidential unless if involves hurting yourself or someone else.”
“So you don’t tell other people specifics about what we talk about.”
“That’s right.”
“I don’t want other people knowing the specifics. It always changes the way they interact with me and I don’t want anyone’s pity or sympathy. I can tell you Libby that I won’t be easy to work with. I keep a lot of traumatic things buried and I can guarantee I’ll get real upset talking about my past. ”
“Well, as I get to know you better we can talk about those bad times and see what you think your issues are.” Peter sighed heavily.
“Could I talk to you sometime tomorrow?”
“Sure, that would be fine. Are you going to be okay tonight? When Hurley and I walked up you had a long face.”
“Yep, I’ll be okay tonight. If you’re going back to the beach tonight, I’d like to walk you back, what with all the crazy stuff that happens on this island.”
“Sure, that would be great. I hadn’t really thought ahead about getting back by myself.” Peter stood and offered her a hand up. They walked through the jungle, not talking much, staying to the path. The moon beams that pierced the dark jungle made it look like an unearthly cathedral. Finally they reached the beach and Libby’s tent. She took off his sweater, thanked him for letting her use it and for walking her back. She told him to just come and talk with her whenever he wanted to tomorrow. He thanked her and said he was going to walk on the beach some before going back, he wanted to think. He strode off towards the beach and waves.
Peter walked a long way beyond the last tents on the beach, looking out at the ocean with the moonlight on it. He felt all alone and was brooding. He stood on the wet sand and watched the waves crashing in and ebbing out. Low tide was going out now and he could see sand dollars white on the darkened beach sand. He bent over to pick one up and had no sooner straightened up than someone grabbed him from behind and wrapped their arms around him. He was badly startled and let out a yelp as he struggled to get free. He hadn’t realized that anyone was there.
“Its okay, its okay – it’s me Sawyer,” he said as he struggled with him. He could feel Peter’s heart pounding and his breath was shallow and fast. He hadn’t meant to scare him like this. He thought Peter had seen him approaching. He had been following him for some time, since he had come out on the beach.
“Damn it! Don’t do that! Don’t grab me from behind when I don’t know you’re there!” Peter hissed. “I’ve got issues with that! You don’t understand how that affects me.” Sawyer felt him stiffen in his arms and realized he should have called out to him first. He knew Peter’s old man had cut, beaten and whipped him. Grabbing him from behind without letting him know he was there was probably a very bad thing to do to Peter.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you saw me following you. I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen me. I’ll call out to you first next time.” Sawyer apologized but still held him firmly against his body. Peter was shaking in his arms now and still struggling to break away. Sawyer winced; he hadn’t wanted that reaction from Peter. He wrapped both arms around Peter’s chest and tried to soothe him.
Peter was breathing raggedly. “Let me go Sawyer!”
“No, not until you’re okay Peter and stop shaking. I’m so sorry lover, please forgive me,” Sawyer whispered so tenderly.
“Just let me go for a moment please. I won’t leave.” Sawyer could hear pain in Peter’s voice. He let him go slowly; afraid Peter might walk away. He could see his eyes brimming with tears in the moonlight as he turned around and wrapped his arms around Sawyer. “I’m sorry too. I told you that I’m screwed up. I know I over-reacted but I can’t help it with what I’ve been through. It’s due to all the things my pa did to me. I don’t know why you even…”
Sawyer didn’t let him finish. He lifted Peter’s chin and kissed him. “I don’t wanna hear it. You’re not the only one whose old man left his life in ruin. Just don’t push me away. Give us a chance.” Peter nodded and they held each other for a long time. Sawyer kissed him on the forehead and asked Peter to come back to his tent. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I just want to sleep next to you, plus you’re worn out and emotional. Don’t walk back to the hatch tonight. Stay with me here on the beach. My tent is one of the last ones on this end. Please stay with me.” Peter nodded okay and Sawyer grinned. Sawyer put his right arm around Peter’s waist and looped a finger through his jean’s belt loop. Peter reached around Sawyer and put his hand on his bare waist and gave him a squeeze. They walked leisurely back up the beach together to Sawyer’s tent.
Rating: R
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 13 (13/60)
Constellations With Libby
Peter and Jack had dressed and then shared some dinner that Jack had brought with him. They ate, talked quietly, laughed together and enjoyed the relaxation that comes after good sex. They felt intimate and closer now. Jack toyed with the idea of staying in the bunkroom with Peter but decided against it. Jack told him he needed to get back to the caves, but would be back tomorrow to check on him as he gave him a goodbye kiss. Once Jack was gone, Peter felt so lonesome. He also felt conflicted - how could he care for Jack and Sawyer both when they were so different. He felt like he was playing with fire again. He was glad he had talked with Sawyer about not being exclusive with each other. If he hadn’t Sawyer would be really mad. Of course, Sawyer might be really mad anyway if he knew it was Jack. Plus Jack and Sawyer had that love/hate thing going on. You couldn’t tell what their relationship was, but the strength of their attraction was undeniable. He could feel the sexual tension just being with the two of them.
He decided he wanted to go outside for a while and look at the night sky, so he slipped on his shoes and sweater and left the hatch. Outside there was more than enough moonlight to see where you were walking. It was close to a full moon. He walked a ways from the hatch and sat down on a dead tree. One of the great things about the island was how much of the night sky you could see and all the stars. You couldn’t see stars like this in a city. Growing up in the country in Tennessee he always loved the night sky and had memorized many constellations in the sky and could name them, the planets and the stars. He had spent many a night hidden in the barn, or in a tent in the woods away from the house, looking at the stars and feeling utterly alone. He knew that sooner or later he was going to have to tell Jack and Sawyer more about his past. He just didn’t want to open the old wounds yet with them. He hoped that Julie wasn’t talking about his past. It would sound worse and more sordid coming from her.
He heard two voices coming up the path to the hatch and called out hello. It was Hurley and Libby chatting away. When they got to where he was sitting they stopped and talked with him briefly. Hurley said he was on hatch duty and needed to get inside to start his shift. Peter invited Libby to sit if she would like, and she decided to join him. Hurley and Libby said bye to each other as Libby sat down and Hurley went inside. Peter and Libby made small talk for a few minutes before Libby asked him how he was doing. He said pretty well considering how badly he’d been beaten up. She said she was sorry that it had happened, and she thought Julie felt bad about it too, that she hadn’t meant to hurt him that badly. Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. He had been trying to not think about it at all. It just seemed like one more failure in his life. Libby could tell he was upset about it, but she could also tell he was depressed and keeping something bottled up inside of him. She didn’t really know a lot about him since she had only recently arrived in the camp herself, and he had been in the hatch for days now. She thought maybe she could talk with him and maybe he’d let go of some of the heavy load he seemed to be carrying. He showed Libby several of the constellations in the sky. She was impressed with his knowledge of the night stars, but she knew he was also trying to avoid talking about himself. It was a delaying tactic. They stopped talking and sat for a while just looking at the night sky. Libby shivered; the night air was cooler tonight than she had thought it would be. Peter took off his sweater and put it around her shoulders to warm her, said he didn’t need it since his shirt had long sleeves. Libby thought it was a nice gesture. Finally Peter spoke, “So, Jack said you were a therapist Libby, how long have you been in practice?”
“I’m a Clinical Psychologist and I’ve been in private practice for about 10 years Peter. I’ve counseled men, women and teenagers and worked in several different settings. I’ve worked with clients referred to me by judges, physicians, emergency clinics, rape crisis networks and spousal abuse clinics. I’ve heard just about everything. It’s hard to shock me and I’m a good listener if you want to talk sometime.” Peter rested his elbows on his knees and both his hands on his chin and mouth. His body language was speaking loud and clear to her. She could tell he was wrestling with whether he wanted to talk with her.
He finally spoke. “I was in therapy for four years with a male therapist which helped me some, but stopped when I had moved away from Tennessee. Julie drug me to couples counseling for about a year and it didn’t help things at all, we fought more.” He looked away, “I’ve still got a lot of unresolved issues Libby and I’m depressed and anxious. Jack thinks I oughta talk with you.” He paused waiting to see what she’d say.
“I could see you professionally for while if you’d like. We’d have to establish ground rules and, of course, anything you tell me would be confidential unless if involves hurting yourself or someone else.”
“So you don’t tell other people specifics about what we talk about.”
“That’s right.”
“I don’t want other people knowing the specifics. It always changes the way they interact with me and I don’t want anyone’s pity or sympathy. I can tell you Libby that I won’t be easy to work with. I keep a lot of traumatic things buried and I can guarantee I’ll get real upset talking about my past. ”
“Well, as I get to know you better we can talk about those bad times and see what you think your issues are.” Peter sighed heavily.
“Could I talk to you sometime tomorrow?”
“Sure, that would be fine. Are you going to be okay tonight? When Hurley and I walked up you had a long face.”
“Yep, I’ll be okay tonight. If you’re going back to the beach tonight, I’d like to walk you back, what with all the crazy stuff that happens on this island.”
“Sure, that would be great. I hadn’t really thought ahead about getting back by myself.” Peter stood and offered her a hand up. They walked through the jungle, not talking much, staying to the path. The moon beams that pierced the dark jungle made it look like an unearthly cathedral. Finally they reached the beach and Libby’s tent. She took off his sweater, thanked him for letting her use it and for walking her back. She told him to just come and talk with her whenever he wanted to tomorrow. He thanked her and said he was going to walk on the beach some before going back, he wanted to think. He strode off towards the beach and waves.
Peter walked a long way beyond the last tents on the beach, looking out at the ocean with the moonlight on it. He felt all alone and was brooding. He stood on the wet sand and watched the waves crashing in and ebbing out. Low tide was going out now and he could see sand dollars white on the darkened beach sand. He bent over to pick one up and had no sooner straightened up than someone grabbed him from behind and wrapped their arms around him. He was badly startled and let out a yelp as he struggled to get free. He hadn’t realized that anyone was there.
“Its okay, its okay – it’s me Sawyer,” he said as he struggled with him. He could feel Peter’s heart pounding and his breath was shallow and fast. He hadn’t meant to scare him like this. He thought Peter had seen him approaching. He had been following him for some time, since he had come out on the beach.
“Damn it! Don’t do that! Don’t grab me from behind when I don’t know you’re there!” Peter hissed. “I’ve got issues with that! You don’t understand how that affects me.” Sawyer felt him stiffen in his arms and realized he should have called out to him first. He knew Peter’s old man had cut, beaten and whipped him. Grabbing him from behind without letting him know he was there was probably a very bad thing to do to Peter.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you saw me following you. I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen me. I’ll call out to you first next time.” Sawyer apologized but still held him firmly against his body. Peter was shaking in his arms now and still struggling to break away. Sawyer winced; he hadn’t wanted that reaction from Peter. He wrapped both arms around Peter’s chest and tried to soothe him.
Peter was breathing raggedly. “Let me go Sawyer!”
“No, not until you’re okay Peter and stop shaking. I’m so sorry lover, please forgive me,” Sawyer whispered so tenderly.
“Just let me go for a moment please. I won’t leave.” Sawyer could hear pain in Peter’s voice. He let him go slowly; afraid Peter might walk away. He could see his eyes brimming with tears in the moonlight as he turned around and wrapped his arms around Sawyer. “I’m sorry too. I told you that I’m screwed up. I know I over-reacted but I can’t help it with what I’ve been through. It’s due to all the things my pa did to me. I don’t know why you even…”
Sawyer didn’t let him finish. He lifted Peter’s chin and kissed him. “I don’t wanna hear it. You’re not the only one whose old man left his life in ruin. Just don’t push me away. Give us a chance.” Peter nodded and they held each other for a long time. Sawyer kissed him on the forehead and asked Peter to come back to his tent. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I just want to sleep next to you, plus you’re worn out and emotional. Don’t walk back to the hatch tonight. Stay with me here on the beach. My tent is one of the last ones on this end. Please stay with me.” Peter nodded okay and Sawyer grinned. Sawyer put his right arm around Peter’s waist and looped a finger through his jean’s belt loop. Peter reached around Sawyer and put his hand on his bare waist and gave him a squeeze. They walked leisurely back up the beach together to Sawyer’s tent.