The Con and the Artist

Lost: With a Gun

"Sawyer come down from there, I'm smaller I can grab it easier" I call as Sawyer balances on a tree stump and uses a stick to knock down some fruit into the stream, where I grab it from and put it into the bag. 

"If the system ain't broke don't fix it sweetheart" He calls back and knocks down another. I laugh and grab it from the stream as he does. 

"Alright we have nearly 20, I think that should be enough" I tell him. 

"Alright Boss" He teases and hops down from the log. I laugh and zip up the pack. 

"Anything else we need?" I ask standing back up. 

"Slow your roll dimples, we're in a nice spot" He smirks and takes a step towards me, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. 

"We also have a nice spot on the beach we need to get back to" I laugh, moving to pull away but his grip only tightens, pulling me closer. 

"Come on, everyone's at the beach, no ones here" He mumbles against me. 

"Is sex the only thing on your mind?" I laugh as his hands start to move lower.

"Only when it comes to you" He groans, picking me up by my butt, making me wrap my legs around his waist and arms loosely around his neck as he walks with me a few steps to the tree. Pinning my back against it, his lips starting to attack my neck. 

"James" I moan. I can feel him smirk against my neck right before he starts to nibble on it, sucking and leaving love bites on my skin. He moves me from the tree and lowers me to the ground in the dirt on the clearing. He moves my arms up and pins them above my head as his lips move back to my own. 

"You're mine Emelia...All mine" He whispers in my ear as he goes back to my neck, his hands starting to work on my shirt, tossing it away and then working on my jeans. 

It was slow and sweet. It felt like he was making love to me. There was hickeys on my hips, neck and breasts, they were sore and hurt to touch, but they made me his, even if they only lasted a few days it was a nice reminder. 

As we laid there on the ground, embracing one another, lost in our thoughts I moved my head to the side and saw Ana Lucia, who appeared to be watching us. She bent down as if grabbing something and then left. 

Me and Sawyer walked back to camp afterwards, holding hands, claiming he was helping me walk after what happened. I rolled my eyes and laughed. We made it back to the beach and with the pack I walked to the pantry type thing and put half of the fruit on the shelf. I walk back and see Sawyer talking to Locke and Jack.

"Hey guys, everything alright?" I ask as I walk over. 

"Depends, you've seen my gun?" Sawyer asks. That's when it hits me.

"Ana Lucia's got it" I say, trying to stop my blush. 

"And how do you know that?" Jack asks. 

"She came and asked for one earlier didn't she? I thought I saw her tailing us when we were picking fruit" I explain giving Sawyer a look. I see his eyes widen a bit. 

"Where is she anyway?" I ask, trying to redirect the conversation. 

"Back at the hatch..." Locke mumbles before he and Jack take off.  

"Ana Lucia was watchin us and you didn tell me about it?!" Sawyer snaps whispering at me angrily. 

"I thought I saw her at...the end. I thought it was an accident" I mumble back, my cheeks heating up even more. 

"What did Jack and Locke want?" I ask. 

"Micheal is going on a man hunt for Walt and they came asking for guns, thats when I realized mine was missing" Sawyer huffs. 

"I'm really sorry, I honestly thought she just walked in on us" I mumble, making sure to enunciate my accent. He really likes my accent I've noticed. He gives me a look, like he knows what I'm trying to do. He rolls his eyes and walks over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, my right hand moving up to interlock with his hand hanging from my right shoulder. 

"You don't even give me a damn chance to be mad. Lookin at me with those eyes of yours and that accent" He teases as we walk back to our tent. I laugh and try to hip check him playfully as we make our way back. 

"Don't start with me dimples" He tells me in a teasingly warning manner. I turn, disconnecting our hands, standing in front of him facing him. 

"Or what?" 

He gives me this look, this 'are you serious?' look. But then it turns into what can only described as an evil grin. 

"You asked for it" and with those words his hands instantly go for my sides, tickling me. I squeal out and start laughing uncontrollably, begging him to stop. He doesn't. I turn to run but his arms just latch around me pulling me to his chest. 

"You done now?" 

While giggling and trying to recover I nod a yes. He holds me a few moments more as I recover and we playfully walk back to his tent. 

We continue this playfully tone that's refreshing to have, especially after having been on an island for so long, until Kate shows us.

Kate explains to the both of us that 'Henry' escaped, shooting Ana Lucia, Libby and Micheal. Ana Lucia is dead, Libby is about to die and Micheal was only shot in the arm. She tells us she was here to get heroin from Sawyer for Jack to use on Libby. Sawyer gives her a statue and Kate is on our way. 

"Is this my fault? If I said something, if Ana didn't take your gun then none of this would have happened..." I ask Sawyer absently. He only lets out a sad sigh and wraps his arms around me protectively. 

"It's both of our faults" He whispers in my ear soothingly. But it doesn't make me feel any better.