The Con and the Artist

Lost: With Separations

When Emelia woke up, it wasn't in her bed, it wasn't in the hotel room, or on the plane even...it was on the beach, huddled under a tent, in Sawyer's arms. She didn't move, other than her eyes blinking open. She felt Sawyer's bare chest pressed against her front, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. One of his legs was somehow twisted in between hers, and for whatever reason, it felt nice. She felt protected, safe, warm in his arms. She didn't want to leave. 

But, she knew she had to. Relationships, feelings, emotions, they were all a part of a very dangerous game to be playing. Especially in a place like this. 

So she tried to move her body away from his. She moved slowly, backing up, trying not to wake him or disturb him in any way. But when she tried to squirm away, his arms only tightened themselves around her, pulling her closer to him. 

"Sawyer" She whispered trying to push him away. He only let out a throaty sigh and pulled on her tighter. 

"Shh, 'm sleepin" He said in a thick southern accent, a throaty groan, laced with his raspy morning voice that send shivers down her spine. 

"Come on Sawyer..." she said softly, moving her arm that was squished between them and moved it up, moving her hands through some of his hair, tucking a bit of his dirty blond locks behind his ear, trying to ease him awake. 

The moment her fingers stop moving, his eyes open, looking directly into hers. Time seemed to stop as she looked into his blue eyes. He looked at her as if she was his pride and joy, his look was possessive and enchanting. But it soon grew to be too much to look at so she looked down, at his chest.

"Let me go, and you can keep sleeping" she bargained. It was at that moment she felt his arms relaxing around her, allowing her to move back and away if she wanted. 

"Have somewhere to be?" he joked. 

"Not really" she replied, still not moving from his touch. She could feel him chuckle, his chest moving slightly against her own. 

"So you just woke me up for the hell of it then?" He rasped, moving from his side to his back, closing his eyes again, leaving only his right arm to be wrapped loosely around her small frame. 

Sawyer made a mistake, looking at her like that, with those big green eyes of hers staring into his, it sent a chill throughout his body. When he moved onto his back and closed his eyes, he tried to maintain his composure. He had to move her in the middle of the night because she kept moving against him. But he was somewhat glad to see that even when he released her from his grasp, she chose to stay by his side. 

"I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you" She mumbled against him. He could almost feel her smile as she said this, with his eyes closed he could picture her dimples if he wanted. But instead he opened his eyes and turned his head to the right so he could look down at her and he was right. She was giving him a dimply smile. He couldn't help but give her a smile back. 

"Yeah yeah, sure you did." He mumbled back, unable to shake his smile. She let out a tiny laugh and then sat up, her messy brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Absently, he raised his hand up to her back and moving her hair to the side, playing with the messed up curls, running his fingers through the softness that was her hair, which reached the middle of her back. She responded instantly, at his faintest of touch upon her clothed back. She was wearing a baby blue tank top and his red flannel shirt as a skirt. 

"Are you hungry?" She whispered softly, turning to look over her shoulder, down at him. 

"Why? Got any food?" He teased sitting up as well.