Chance Meeting

Sawyer threw his backpack down to the leafy, overgrown floor. He was at least four miles from camp and there was no sign of Claire, Charlie or the Ethan guy who supposedly kidnapped them.
He was not sure what even prompted him to go out looking for them. These new charitable thoughts were beginning to scare him slightly. He sat and leaned back against the trunk of a tree in the shade. He dragged open the bag and pulled out the bottle of water.
He gulped down a few mouthfuls and sighed. It was going to be dark in a few hours. He should probably head back to the beach. ‘Freckles and the good doctor should be back soon,’ he mused.
He hopped back to his feet. He tripped his way over tree roots and hacked through the brush. He made his way back to the edge of beach and headed back to camp.
Sawyer walked along, not paying attention. He glanced up into the jungle every once in a while. Most of the time, he stared out into the ocean, hoping to see a rescue boat. No such luck. He heard a shell crack up ahead of him. His head jolted up.
“Hey, are you looking for Charlie and the pregnant girl?” a girl asked him.
Sawyer stopped. He did not answer right away. He did not recognize this girl. It was true that he did not know everyone that survived the crash, but he usually could recognize everyone. “Yea, I was. No sign of them down there though,” he gestured backwards.
“It’s pretty unbelievable, huh? They were just taken,” she said wrapping her arms around herself.
Sawyer took a few steps closer to her. The closer he got he realized that she was not a girl at all. Now he knew something was up. He definitely would have noticed this delectable piece of female flesh down at the beach. She must have stood only a little over five feet. Her slender frame was mostly bare; she was wearing extremely short shorts and her ample chest was stuffed into a tight-fitting red tank top. “Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out searching alone…especially if there is a kidnapper on the loose,” he drawled. He wondered if his accent just came out as thick as he thought it did.
The girl smiled and shrugged, “I can take care of myself.”
Sawyer chuckled as indecent thoughts ran through his mind, “Oh, I’m sure you could take care of yourself.”
“Ah, it seems he does have a sense of humor along with all those scowls,” she smirked. “Yea, I’ve watched you, Sawyer. You always look so sad, sitting there all alone.”
Sawyer dared a couple more paces closer, “Maybe you should have come over and kept me company.”
She playfully bit her lower lip, “Maybe I could keep you company now?”
He thought about this for a minute. As much as he was enjoying his interactions with Freckles, he was not getting any either. “How come I’ve never seen you before on the beach?” he asked, glancing at her.
She stepped closer, “I don’t really stand out. I tend to blend it. People always tell me that I sort of look like everyone after awhile.”
She could not have been more wrong. Sawyer thought. She had an amazing body and a very pretty, sweet-looking face. And her eyes, well, they were very distinctive. They were a dark amber color, but they looked like they almost had specks of gold in them.
“It’s been kinda lonely down on the beach lately, especially since Jack and the others went to the caves. I’m actually thinking about going to live at the caves. Why do you stay?” she asked. She strode right next to him.
He looked away quickly and shrugged, “It’s easier to get off an island if the rescue boat can see you.”
“Do you really still think a boat is coming?” she replied plainly.
He cleared his throat, “It helps me sleep easier, sweets.”
She laughed, “I expect you haven’t been sleeping well lately. I’m not sure if I would either if I had gone through what you did.” She gestured towards his still bandaged arm, “I heard that he’s back.”
He nodded, “Yeh, I saw him already.” He did not need to say anymore on this subject.
She turned slightly, almost if she were checking if anyone was around. She finally spoke again, “Well, Sawyer, I’m going to head back to the beach. Come find me if you ever can’t sleep at night, I’m sure I could find a few ways to help you get to sleep.” She beamed at him, those amber orbs dancing. She took a few steps back toward the beach.
Sawyer trotted after her and grabbed her right wrist. She stopped and stared at him questioningly. He eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked down at her, “Sweets, what if I’m not feeling so well right now?”
Her gaze drifted down to the sand briefly. When she looked up, the playfulness hadn’t disappeared from her face, but her eyes had darkened some, “I think I could make you feel pretty incredible…”


He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against one of the trees. Holding her hands on either side of her head, he looked into her eyes to make sure she wanted this. Her pupils were large, darkening amber eyes watching him, her breath coming in short pants and her pale pink lips smiled at him. Yes, this was more that okay with her.
Sawyer ran his hands along her back, delighting in the shivers that it sent through her body. Every shiver causing her to moan ever so exquisitely, this increased his desire dramatically. She was now the object of his desire and he did not even know her name. Having her in his arms was both pure pleasure and pure torture. Part of him still wished that he was holding Freckles against the rough bark of the tree.
He wedged her knees apart with one of his muscular legs, and settled into the crook that was left. He pushed forward until his thigh came into contact with her heat. Slowly Sawyer began to rock back and forth, slowly rubbing against her, making her moan and twitch. He was touching her in all the right places, the friction taking her to places never before seen. Watching her face, he saw her bite her lower lip as he wriggled his leg to continue caress her most private area.
Now he had her up against the tree riding his thigh in the most luscious and wanton manner. She turned her face up offering her lips, which he took, kissing her hungrily and tightening his grip on her wrists, enjoying the control she was allowing him. He worked his whole body along hers while deepening the kiss. He pulled away from her, removing his shirt. She ran her fingers along his chest, and allowed her fingers to play in the tangle of curls that covered his chest.
Sawyer took her hands in his and kissed them softly and ran his tongue along her fingers, “What is your name, Sweets?” he asked, in between fingers.
“Nicole,” she breathed.
Nicole pressed against him, pulling him in closer. Sawyer tugged at her tank, waiting for the signal that he should continue. He wanted nothing more than to see her in her full glory. When she didn’t stop him, he removed her shirt, barely able to contain the gasp of longing that filled his throat. It had truly been far too long since he had been with a woman. She moved into him again, catching his lips in a violent, passionate kiss. God, he thought, where on earth did she learn to kiss like this? Someone this young, and so sweet should not take charge.
“You’re so gorgeous, Sawyer,” she whispered into his mouth.
Deliberately her fingers continued to work their way down his chest, stopping at the waist of his jeans. She ran her fingers along the fabric, slowly, erotically, smiling inwardly with the moans of desire that were coming from his throat. She wanted him as badly as he did her, she was sure of it, but she was far shyer about taking what she wanted. Or so she thought.
She worked her fingers into the waistband, the tips brushing against his growing desire. He moaned loudly, she giggled. Pulling her fingers away from the warmth, she moved them toward the button of his pants and tugged. The button gave away, and she moved to undo the zipper. Soon he was free, and was resting against the palm of her hand. Sawyer moaned as Nicole began to rub her hand back and forth, the movements increasing in speed with every stroke. Just as he felt as though he would burst from the feeling of it, Nicole pulled her hand away from him and kissed him deeply.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pushed on his chest. She soon reversed their positions, then bent over swallowing half of his length. His head went back, knocking hard into the tree, but he didn’t care, this was too good to be real. Her hand cupped his sac, kneading it as her mouth moved up and down his length. The small excited noises she was making were vibrating down his shaft and the sight of those amber eyes looking up at him with his flesh in her mouth was driving him too quickly towards the end.
“Stop.” He gasped out, lifting her head off of him. She stood up looking into his face, watching his eyes. He brought a hand to her cheek, drawing her in for another kiss, sweeter this time, but just as hungry. More gently than before, he pressed her to the tree again, without breaking the kiss. Sawyer caught her hands and pulled them above her hand. There he kept them, her two hands held fast in one of his as he pulled at her shorts. He soon had freed from of the tiny tiny shorts. Her legs were smooth and taunt. Nicole moaned and trembled beneath him, trying to feel his weight, his hardness. Sawyer deviously smiled and looped one finger into her panties, stroking her most intimate spot. He dipped a finger inside of her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and surprise. She was wet, and he wanted her desperately. She moaned again and raised a leg, wrapping it around him.
It was his turn to groan. She was so wet and ready. ‘Maybe just a little bit of teasing’, he thought. He circled her entrance with the tip of one finger making her writhe even more. Then he pressed in gently. The inner muscles of her sex clenched him, begging for more. Pushing the finger in as far as he could, he then brought his thumb up and found her hard nub jutting out, pleading for attention. She gasped, rocking with the movements of his hand.
He suddenly had the overwhelming desire to taste her. Pulling his hand away, he chuckled at the disappointed expression that crossed her face, but it didn’t last long. He knelt down, took off her panties casting them aside, then put one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up before him. The swollen lips of her sex pouted at him. He leaned in and sucked them into his mouth. She whimpered and tilted her hips, asking for more, which he gave willingly. He ran his tongue through her folds, teasing her entrance and rolling overtop of the little bundle of pulsing nerves. Her breath caught in her throat, as she arched her back and grabbed his head. He was just getting into it when she pushed his head away.
“What?” He asked and looked up into her flushed face.
“Please,” she panted. “I want you, Sawyer,” she whispered, “Tell me you want me just as badly.”
“You know I want you, sweet thang,” was the response.
With that, Sawyer stripped himself naked. He kissed down her stomach, he buried his face into the warm mass of curls covering her intimacy. Nicole bit her lip in order to keep from screaming his name again. He was very talented at this game, and after just a few moments, she felt herself explode, warmth flooded through her, “Please….”
Sawyer watched as she turned around, facing the wall. He furrowed his brow. Stepping back a bit, she pressed her hands to the tree and looked over her shoulder. He leaned forward and nibbled on her neck. She mewed softly, moving her head to give him better access. He chuckled softly against her skin, reached around and fondled her breasts, pinching them and relishing in this new form of teasing. Giving a grunt of frustration, she reached behind her and grabbed his shaft, stroking it roughly.
“Alright, you win,” he said, giving into her demands with a chuckle. He took hold of his length and ran the crown through her slick folds, wetting it. With a shift of her hips, she managed to sheath him, causing a sigh of relief from both of them. He pressed in until he was completely encased in her warmth, her little muscles rippling around him in anticipation. He began moving in slow strokes, savoring the feel of her around him and listening to the sounds coming from her. She eventually began meeting his hips, slapping back harder and harder. He thought surely this must be hurting her, but it didn’t appear to be, so he let himself go, slamming in as deep as he could. He noticed one of her hands had gone down to rub herself, making her gasp. It wouldn’t be long, he hoped.
“Yes !” Nicole hissed and seemed to implode. A loud groan sounded from deep in her chest. Her sex clamped down on him with an almost painful pressure. Burying himself deep, he shot into her with a groan, wave after agonizingly pleasurable wave traveled through him and out of his shaft.
They both sagged into the wall, bodies still connected, panting for breath. He turned his head, kissed her cheek gently, then buried his nose in her hair, breathing deeply. He slowly withdrew and turned her around. Those mesmerizing eyes were half closed, still swimming with pleasure.
“Feeling better?” she asked quietly.
Sawyer laughed, “Yeah, sweets, I feel much better.” He picked her up and laid her down into the warm sand. She cuddled up against him. Slowly, they both drifted into sleep.


Sawyer woke as the sun was setting over the water. He wiped at his eyes for a minute, waking up fully. He stretched out his back and scratched at his side. When he hand made contact with his shirt, he stopped. He glanced at himself. He was clothes, jeans, shirt, boots. He definitely recalled falling asleep naked and quite happy. Nicole?! He glanced around. There was no sign of her anywhere. There was only one impression in the sand, his. There were no footprints where she had stood before. He looked at the tree, it looked pretty normal to him. He got up to his feet. He again looked around confusedly. Shaking his head, he glanced around for his backpack. He saw it lying near the tree. He went over to it. He bent over and picked it up. He stood straight again. He decided that he had been out in the sun for far too long. Slowly, he began the long walk back to the beach.