Sacrifices

“I think you should move to the caves.” It wasn’t going to take much convincing from John to get Sarah to move from the beach. Sawyer was staying on the beach, and for the past 48 hours he had made it perfectly clear to her that she was not welcome there. He was, in fact, making it clear to everyone that he would much rather not be bothered by anyone at all. He was not making any friends and was managing to make a few enemies in the process. Sayid had left because of something that had happened between them. Sarah was nearly positive that the only other person on the island who could tolerate Sawyer was Kate. Kate had him pegged. She also, quite obviously, had a thing for him. Sarah thought, “More power to her. She’s gonna need it.”



John was continuing, “It’s safer there than here on the beach, especially considering the company down here.” He nodded toward Sawyer’s tent. Sarah agreed to leave the beach and soon found herself moving what little belongings she had to the valley with several of the other survivors at the end of a very long day. She could almost feel Sawyer’s eyes boring holes into her back as she walked away with the others. She felt the warmth of John’s hand on the small of her back, guiding her way. He was even carrying her duffel for her. HE would never have the consideration to do that; she sighed and shooed all thoughts of him away.



As they entered the caves John and the doctor, Jack, helped everyone find a place to settle in. Sarah found John had placed her small duffel quite a bit away from the others in a small alcove hidden at the back of the caves. There was already a blanket there along with several other items that she recognized as his. She cocked an eyebrow at him in question and he responded with a straightforward, “Logistics. No one ever goes that far back in the caves, and if they do they have to go past several others to get there. It will be easier to keep you safe there.” She was hoping for a more personal, more intimate answer (why couldn’t he just say, “Because I want you near me”?) but none came. Instead he added, “Why don’t you try to get settled in? I’ve got a few things to take care of.” With that he was gone.



Sarah sat down on the blanket and wondered how one “settled in” to a cave on a deserted island with a bunch of strangers around and an ex-lover who would rather see her dead than see her at all. Those around her were also settling in and most everyone was turning in for the night. It wasn’t long before she found herself growing tired and she stretched out on the blanket. Who knew when John would be back; he often disappeared for hours at a time, especially if he was hunting.



She didn’t know when he finally returned. All she knew was that at some point in the middle of the night she woke up and he was sleeping beside her. She propped herself up on one elbow and studied him in the firelight. He wasn’t sexy in the way Sawyer was; Sawyer was the kind of guy that every woman found sexy. It just oozed from his pores, and he knew it. John, on the other hand, was harder to define. Maybe it was the fact that he was older and had more life experience, or perhaps it was the way he wanted to protect her and provide for her. He wasn’t the leader, but he was an integral part of the leadership team that had emerged from the survivors. Sarah decided that there was just an undefined quality that he had that she found very attractive.



He must have sensed that he was being watched because he awoke and looked up at her. His automatic response was to ask if she was alright. Instead of answering him with words, Sarah took the opportunity to revisit the kiss they had shared days earlier. Being so remote from the others had advantages other than safety. She leaned down and kissed him, taking him by surprise. Soon the kiss began to grow in intensity, mouths mingling, tongues exploring. Shifting her body so that she was partially laying on him, she began trailing kisses along his jaw line and across his collarbone, her hand roaming across his chest. She was a little surprised to feel the hard muscles he had in his arms and chest. She thought he must have some massive upper body strength and made a mental note to ask him about it later. Her hand brushed across the front of his khakis, revealing that he was massive in other areas as well. She began to trail her fingers up and down the bulge in his pants, and felt it harden and grow. Soon she was stroking him as she continued covering him with kisses. She was glad to think that he wanted her, and was beginning to wonder how he would feel inside her, but then all thoughts vanished from her head as he rolled her over so that now he was nearly on top of her.



Now it was his turn to explore as he massaged first one breast then the other, pinching her nipples just enough to make her squirm. The underlying passion that Sarah had sensed in their first kiss was making itself evident. He pulled her shirt up and replaced his hand with his mouth, teasing her with each kiss, each expert flick of his tongue. Meanwhile his hand had snaked its way into her pants and his fingers began exploring her through her panties. She let a low groan escape from the back of her throat, making him look at her and smile a smile that made her hotter than she already was, impossible as that seemed. It had been so long since anyone had touched her; the last man she had been with was Sawyer, and that had been more than a year ago.



Sarah thought she would explode when he pushed her panties aside and slipped first one, then two fingers inside her. She had thought no one would ever be as good as Sawyer; he had enough experience in pleasuring women that having sex with him was like finding the proverbial Golden Ticket. But with John she was finding that Sawyer really didn’t know as much as she thought. She was squirming as John deftly worked his fingers in and out, finding pleasure spots she never knew existed. He would take her just to the brink of coming and then would back off. He had covered her mouth with his own in order to silence her moans. He continued his ministrations for so long that she didn’t know how much more she could take. She began whimpering, begging him to give her the release she was craving. He looked in her eyes and she knew that his plans didn’t include stopping anytime soon. Instead he simply slowed his pace so that the delicious torment lasted longer.



When he slipped a third finger in her, her body spasmed in an intense orgasm yet he still didn’t stop. His fingers wove in and out of her with expert precision. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more he pulled her pants and panties down just far enough to allow him full access to her. She wanted him inside her, wanted it badly. Instead, he added his mouth to the intricate dance his fingers were performing. Again, he brought her to a powerful orgasm but he didn’t stop long enough for her to catch her breath. He continued to dart his tongue and fingers in and out, licking, sucking, pushing her to the brink again and again. She had never felt this way before with anyone. It was the sweetest torture she had ever known. As a tear rolled down her cheek she was finally able to whimper, “John… please… please… I need you….”



He undid his own pants, confirming her previous thought that he was indeed very well endowed. Even as ready as she was for him, it was tight. It hurt, but Sarah didn’t care; it felt too good, too right. He eased in to her, moving slowly and cautiously at first, and she savored every moment. She finally wrapped her legs around his, urging him to go deeper, relishing the feeling of being so filled by him. Soon they found their rhythm increasing and it was not long before she was shuddering in ecstasy. When she felt the first wave of her final orgasm hit, she felt him stiffen as he began his own release. She buried her head in his chest and choked back a sob; it was too much. John kissed her lovingly, running his fingers along her side sending shivers over her, through her. His touch was almost magical. Sarah let out a small sigh of displeasure when he pulled out of her and rolled back to his side of the blanket. She wanted to stay connected to him indefinitely.



He pulled his khakis back on and kissed her again. He then retrieved her pants which had somehow managed to get tossed several feet away and brought back a bottle of water for them to share. She reluctantly put her pants back on (her panties were nowhere to be found) and took a much needed drink. She didn’t know what her next move should be. Would he mind if she snuggled up next to him and they spooned? Was he the type to just roll over and go to sleep? A wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy like Sawyer? Before she could figure out what to do, John made the move for her. He set the bottle of water down and pulled her close to him; she sighed as they spooned and she nestled closer to him, wishing that they were further away from everyone, everything. She almost wished that they had been the only two to survive. He rested his hand on her hip and softly whispered in her ear, “Sweet dreams, Sarah.” She smiled and laced her fingers through his. Sweet dreams indeed.



As she was drifting to sleep she could have sworn she heard him murmur, “Thank you for giving this back to me, too” but it was so faint that she couldn’t be certain.