Title: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Rating: PG
Summary: It had only been three days, and he was well aware that that made it made him horribly clingy -- which was not exactly news -- but he'd missed Sawyer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For zelda_zee. Fluff overload.



She picked this icon for me to base a ficlet/drabble on:

And here it is:

Jack was stirred awake by the feeling of the bed dipping beneath him. He didn't remember falling asleep; he had tried not to. Sawyer was supposed to be coming home today, back from visiting Kate in prison -- something that Jack's work schedule had not allowed him to do, and something he believed he would have lacked the strength to do even if that wasn't the case. Seeing Kate like that would have been too hard. So Sawyer had gone and taken Jack's love with him, and now, it seemed, he was back.

Jack rolled over and there he was, his back to Jack. He was clearly trying to settle in the bed without calling attention to himself, without waking Jack up. As if there was a chance of that now. So Jack set his hand on Sawyer's back and Sawyer almost jumped right out of his skin.

"Jesus, Jack," he swore. He sounded tired. Flying always made Sawyer tired. It was probably all the stress. From the moment the plane took off to the moment that the plane landed, there wasn't a part of Sawyer's body that wasn't tense. Jack couldn't say, though, that he was any better.

"Hey," Jack whispered back, waiting for Sawyer to stop breathing so hard.

"Hi," Sawyer answered, and Jack couldn't see nearly enough of him. It had only been three days, and he was well aware that that made it made him horribly clingy -- which was not exactly news -- but he'd missed Sawyer.

"Will you come down here where I can see you?" Jack said, but didn't want to be answered. He reached up for Sawyer's arm and yanked him down. Sawyer grunted in surprise, falling all the way onto the bed, next to Jack. Jack just chuckled and smiled and Sawyer rolled his eyes right back.

And there he was, right in front of Jack, where Jack could see him. He smiled, grabbing Sawyer's face in both of his hands and kissing him, hard, fast, sloppy. When Jack pulled away, Sawyer made a face at him.

"Missed your face," Jack said, still smiling like an idiot. Sawyer shook his head at him, but there was nothing but affection in it. He laughed and pulled Jack closer.

"Dork," he muttered, before kissing Jack once more. Jack would have smiled, but his mouth was otherwise occupied.