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Fic: Untitles Shannon/Boone Ficlet (Lost)
Untitled Ficlet for maybedarkpink
Author:Nevernever
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: During Solitary
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Warnings: step-cest
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary:Who knew golf could be so arousing?


Boone watched her from behind as she lined up the golf club with the ball. There was something so unbearably enticing about her ass in that skirt and watching it move as her hips swung with the swing of the club left him harder than he’d been since they crashed.

Maybe it wasn’t just her ass, maybe it was seeing her smile, seeing her take pleasure in something other than sex and sunbathing that really did it.

After her turn was over she said she was going back to the beach and started into the jungle. He followed a few paces behind.

When they were far enough in that no one would see or hear them he came behind her and grabbed her by the hips. He slid his hands up her still smooth legs – thank god Shannon had brought almost a years supply of Nads in her suitcase – and caressed the curve of her ass under her dress.

“God Shannon, your outfit...”

She twisted her head to grin at him, “You like it?”

He slid his hands around to cup her breasts as he ground his erection against her. “You know I do.”

He thought back to the small shop in Sydney where she’d bought it. He’d shoved her against the mirror and dropped to his knees in front of her. When he was done licking her to completion he fucked her against the wall. Despite their best attempts they hadn’t been particularly quiet and clerk had been blushing when they’d come out to pay.

He was just as aroused today and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He maneuvered her so that she had her hands braced against a tree trunk. He urged her legs apart and tilted her hips just so. He pushed her panties aside and dipped a finger inside to test for moisture. She was dripping. In an instant he had his cock out and was sliding in.

She moaned and he smiled and began to thrust.

He turned her head so he could kiss her. She tasted like boar, and he imagined he did too, but if they could adjust to eating it they could adjust to tasting like it.

Boar taste not withstanding there was nothing more perfect than this, than her. She was moaning, these tiny little sounds in the back of her throat. Whenever he hit someplace particularly nice inside her she whimpered and clenched and then he’d try to repeat the motion.

He was licking and sucking on every inch of skin he could reach, but he was careful not to leave any marks. It wouldn’t do to have anyone wondering who Shannon was fucking.

One of his hands was against the trunk to keep him steady and the other found it’s way to her clit. He circled and teased, feather light touches that did nothing except make her crazy.

“Damnit Boone,” she whined and he smiled against her neck.

He gave in and slowly began to apply more pressure until she was panting then gasping then keening his name.

He followed her over the edge and they both leaned panting against the tree for awhile. Boone was again surprised to note how little guilt he felt. Apparently being in a constant state of danger dulled the voice of his inner moralist. He was glad.

He turned Shannon around and kissed her, long and soft and slow. Then he pulled back.

“Fucking love that outfit Shan.”

She grinned, and he smiled back as he turned and walked back to the golf game.