Needs

TITLE: Needs

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 2

FANDOM: Lost

SHIP: Kate / Sawyer

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, maybe?

SYNOPSIS: Just another day on the island and Kate has needs and although she can deal with them herself she gets help from an unasked-for quarter.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Lost fic, so... I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Chapter One

Kate looked out across the rolling sea and off to the horizon. Behind her the camp was alive with now everyday routine. People went about the new lives they were creating for themselves. It was one of those rare moments on the island when no immediate crisis loomed and everything seemed tranquil and at peace, at least on the surface. She was restless and felt out of place watching the little scenes of domestic bliss that seemed to be breaking out all along the beach.

Charlie and Claire sat on a blanket in front of her tent, playing with Aaron. Sun and her husband sat not far off a book between them as she taught him English. There were other assorted couples scattered around and then there was Jack. He circulated amongst all of them, simply greeting some, helping others or dealing with complaints or worries in that irritatingly calm manner of his. He even gave her a wave as he passed. Sawyer of course was just lounging in front of his tent, looking superior and smug. She didn't know why the tall Southerner got under her skin, but he did. He irked and intrigued her at the same time. He could be a real son of a bitch when he put he mind to it and even when he didn't, but then sometimes, sometimes...

His chiselled jaw, hard, lean body, expressive eyes and charming smile didn't help either. She had to admit to herself that on, at least, a purely physical level she could be attracted to him and maybe that admission was part of what made her so easily antagonistic toward him. She ran her hand through her dark hair. As she watched Hurly and Locke bringing in fresh water .

The day was going to be hot and she decided she'd make the short hike to the waterfall, have a swim and try to relax. She went to her tent, put her purple bikini on under her clothes, grabbed her knapsack and a full bottle of water and exited. She also grabbed a few slices of boar for her lunch, she'd pick some fruit along the way to supplement it. She felt eyes on her and looked around and found Sawyer watching her. She gave him a curt nod and then set off. She didn't feel like company, so she didn't tell anyone she was going. It was a little irresponsible, all things considered, but she'd be back way before she was missed, anyway.

She set an easy pace, taking the easiest route through the thick jungle. She was lucky enough to find a mango tree that had not been picked clean and she collected some of its fruit. An hour later she broke through the undergrowth around the large deep pool with a dazzling waterfall off the cliff at its back. She'd worked up a sweat getting there and the water looked cool and inviting. She shrugged off her knapsack, kicked off her shoes, wriggled out of her cargo pants and pulled the ribbed wife beater vest she was wearing off, over her head. Kicking her discarded clothes into a relatively need pile she made her way carefully to the rocks next to the waterfall and dived in. The cool water was a refreshing shock to her system as she slid head first into it. She swam underwater for as long as she could hold her breath enjoying the press of the cool liquid as it slid across her skin and then burst clear of the surface, exhaling hard and then filling her lungs with sweet air. She swam for a while longer, working out the kinks in her muscles and enjoying the exertion before she flopped over onto her back and lazily floated in the pool, near the edge of the waterfall, its spray keeping her completely cool.

She let her mind wonder, thinking about this and that, but not really lingering on any one thing in particular. She mused about her attraction to both Jack and Sawyer and the possibilities of a relationship with either being more than mere conjecture. It wouldn't work. She wasn't good at relationships and she knew that, but thinking of the men, seeing, comparing and contrasting them in her minds eye had woken something in her. And, she started to feel a long forgotten itch in her lower belly, that she hadn't needed to scratch in a while. She gave a little sigh, turned onto her stomach and swam for the shore.

She walked out of the pool, wiping the water from her face and slicking back her mass of dark curls. She gathered and twisted her hair over her left shoulder, ringing the water from it before fishing a towel out of her knapsack and patting herself dry. She noticed a large flat rock off to one side that was brightly lit by sunlight and smiling she picked up her knapsack and clothes and padded over to it. The rock is warm to the touch and she settles on it, stretching out on her back. The heat radiating from the rock feels good against her back and the sun is warm across her front. She throws a forearm across her eyes to shade them from the brightness and dangkes her other arm off the side of the rock insearch of her knapsack. Finding it she rummages around for a moment until she finds what she was looking for. She slips on the pair of wrap-around Oakley sunglasses and then liberally coats her exposed skin with the sunblock she'd also taken from her bag. She smiles to herself. Sawyer hadn't bee the only one to grab a few things for himself before they'd lost te wreckage to the ocean.

Her hands on her skin as she smooths the lotion onto her arms, into the lower curves of her breasts and then on her flat, toned torso makes the tickle a little more urgent. She idly wonders if that hadn't been part of her restlessness earler on the beach, a need she wasn't even fully conscious of. She has to sit up and bend her long, smooth legs to to coat them as well and when she does her inner thighs the tickle spreads from her belly to her sex and fully into her consciousness. She had, after all, come out here for a little 'Me Time', so... She dropped the tube of lotion back into her bag, her fingers still slippery and greasy from the lotion. She grabbed the towel and rolled it up, tucking it behind her head as a pillow. She shifted a little, getting comfortable and the let one of her hands begin to draw random patterns of the ridges and valleys of her taut tummy. She started with her fingrtips and then switched to her fingernails, enjoying the prickling sensation dragging them over her skin and the hard muscles underneath sent through her.

Being on the run had kept her fit, but being on the island had trimmed the last of the fat off her and she was lean and she could even call herself buff. Being on the run, had also taught her how to take care of her needs. Casual sex had been one way, but the dangers, both medical and of accidentally being recognised had deterred her from that route after only one or two encounters. So, instead she had become quite adept at satisfying her own needs.

She toyed with herself, letting her fingers get close to the top of her bikini bottoms, even slipping under it slightly and then going back to massaging her slightly shuddering stomach. She let the anticipation grow, she'd always liked that. She let the fingers of her other hand lightly stroke the lower curves of her breasts before weighing the firm globe in her palm. She lets her thumb play over the front of the slightly damp material of her bikini top, feeling her nipple awaken and harden further than what the cold water had managed. The skin on her breasts tighten and even the nub of her nipple on the breast she is not playing with hardens, scraping against material as it swells while becoming erect. She shifts her butt from side to side on the warm, smooth, hard surface of the rock creating the illusion of a firm caress. Her channel clenches on itself forcing her sex oils out onto her swelling folds and she rubs her thighs together.

She pushes one of the cups of her bikini top off her breast to massage her flesh directly. The darkness behind the shades is not enough and she closes her eyes, to better experience the sensations she is creating inside herself. She lets her fingers slip into her bikini bottom and curve around her crotch and between her slick folds. She pets her self, rubbing along the slippery length of her slit. She probes her self lightly at first, and then deeper starting first with one finger and then quickly adding a second. Her palm applies firm, warm pressure against the hood and sheath of her clit and the curve where her fingers meet her palm grind against the exposed pearl of her clit. Her channel ripples around her invading fingers as they find all her favourite spots and lovingly caresses them.

She massages and fondles her breast, feeling the flesh firm, but pliant under her fingers. Her thumb and forefinger find her nipple and she rolls it between them. She tugs on the hard little tube of her nipple, stretching it to the point, just short of discomfort, enjoying the sensation that vibrates back into her chest. She can feel the energy pooling in her lower belly in a roiling ball that laps at her nerves snaking tendrils of pleasure to her extremities. She licks her lips and rubs them over each other to wet them as they have dried out as a result of her pulling in much needed air through her mouth. She lets out a long breathy groan as she pics up the pace her twon fingres joined by a thrid as they slide wetly in and out of her and she grinds her palm a little harder against her pubes and the skin below. She mawls her breast, pinching and pulling her long nipple.

The storm of her orgasm builds quickly and surges of pleasure, like lightning strikes send electric sensation snaking up her spine to blossom in her brain as erotic images. Her taut belly starts to quiverand the small of her back is tensing and relaxing as her body tries to contain the ever-growing ball of energy in the pit of her stomach. Her body tingles as that fiery ball of pleasure starts to batter against her flesh, sending little portents of the pleasure storm it will release should it get free while seeking escape. Kate draws up her knees and places her feet flat on the warm rock and grinds them on the grainy texture of the stone. The sun has dried the last of the water from her swim from her body, but the heat and her erotic exertions have replaced them with beads of sweat. Some of them trickle down her along her skin giving the illusion of light caresses.

There is a moment, like the eye of a tornado or hurricane where everything becomes quiet and calm. She experiences something very similar where her mind turns inward in a moment of calm as it catalogues all her senses and she feels the energy reverse its expansion for that moment, coalescing and tightening upon itself. She remains that way, poised and with a strong feeling of expectation and then her climax expands through her body in a blinding flash. Her loud, gasped cry startles the birds from a nearby tree in a flurry of fluttering wings as her spine locks into a curved bow. Her head presses back hard into the towel she had rolled up as a pillow. Her snatch clenches and ripples around her fingers as her sex floods with heat and moisture. Pleasure, hot, prickling and electric rips through her senses in powerful waves, leaving her blind, deaf and dumb to the world escep for the pleasure sparking across every nerve and the hectic drumbeat of her heart.

It feels like an eternity, but it couldn't be more than a few minutes before the intensity and frequency of the waves of ecstasy start to diminish. Curling her fingers, just so, and caressing that special spot inside her renews the cascade of delight, but that too eventually fades as her back softens and drops back to the warm surface of the rock. She steadies her breathing by dragging in lungfuls of air through her mouth and slowly exhaling through her nose. The rapid pounding of her heart subsides to a more sedate pace as her sex releases its grip on her fingers and she slips them out of her channel. She rubs them through her engorged folds, her juices thick, wet and slippery on her fingers. The lightest touch on her oversensitized clit makes her shudder with a mixture of pleasure and pain that is hard to resist. She continues to lightly caress her breast, not quite reay to give up on the echoes of pleasure that are still chasing each other around in her body.

She snatches her hand from her bikini bottom as if scalded and covers her breast with it as she uses the other hand to lift her shades and look around as she hears applause coming from the shadows under the trees at the edge of the pool. "Freckles, now that, was one hell of a show." He tells her in that smug, southern drawl of his as he steps toward her and out of the shadows and into the sunlight where she could see him.

TO BE CONTINUED