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"Stupid— piece of crap—"

Not a morning person on the best of days, when Sawyer woke up to some unknown weight blocking his door, he again began to consider the potential merits of packing it all up and moving into the Compound. However depressing the building was, it at least offered reliable air conditioning, and the bolts of the doors weren't the type to expand in the rain or creak from too much rust. His door jammed, and frequently, the hut initially chosen because Sawyer was too damn impatient to wait for the Building Crew to give him a new place all his own, and later on, too damn lazy to pack up his stuff to move from one spot to another. But there was something different about the resistance the door put up today. Shoving his shoulder against the wood almost made it... bounce.

Strange.

Briefly considering rounding the hut to climb out the window, Sawyer gave his door one last, lengthy shove, until he felt something skidding against dirt, slipping through the cracked opening, only to stumble, his hands grabbing onto something that felt distinctly familiar. Almost like heavy-duty shrink wrap. The sound of ruffling papers fluttered in the distance, and pages upon pages spilled out over the dirt in any number of brilliant colors, with cars, trucks, and SUVs on each cover.

But, aside from a moment's confusion as to why it looked like every issue of Car and Driver magazine had appeared on his doorstop, what drew Sawyer's attention the most was a heavy pallet of toilet paper blocking entrance to his home. Toilet paper.

Charmin's, looked like.

"The hell?"


[ Yes, that's right. All of Car and Driver magazine has turned up on Sawyer's doorstep. As well as a year's supply of Charmin's best toilet paper. This post is dated January 25th, but will be linked to the main comm in February. ST/LT welcome, no limit on tags, open to all. ]

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Date: 2012-01-24 02:43 pm (UTC)
notfaking_it: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
She probably should have offered to help.

Truth was, she'd been on her way over anyway, not necessarily to check up on him, Lily would never call it something like that, but to see what he was doing, if maybe he wanted to join her for lunch again. At least, that was what she would say she was doing there, it was what she'd convinced herself she was doing, too. There was no reason to check up on him, but that didn't stop her from doing it sometimes, always under the guise of lunch.

This time, though, she saw the toilet paper first. She saw the door bouncing off it second. The magazines were third and she registered the sound of Sawyer's voice last as she stood in front of his hut, a hand held over her mouth to stop her laughter. Whatever was happening, it was amazing, and a soft laugh escaped anyway as he made his way out of the hut.

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Date: 2012-01-25 07:44 pm (UTC)
notfaking_it: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"Your sensitive bottom?" Lily suggested through her fingers before she finally dropped her hand and joined Sawyer, standing at his side to look at the toilet paper and the magazines. There was no sense hiding the fact that she was laughing when he could hear it in every word she spoke. The fact that his face looked a little red made the entire situation that much more endearing and she had to bite down on her lower lip as she tried not to grin. That was proving to be incredibly difficult, though, no matter what she tried.

Even after nearly a year on the island, she'd never seen anything quite like this.

"Is this the type of thing someone might do as a joke?" she asked. The way he spoke made it seem like he thought it might be, but she didn't know where anyone on this island might get that many magazines or that much toilet paper. "If they did, it looks like they got you a lifetime subscription."

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Date: 2012-01-26 07:03 pm (UTC)
notfaking_it: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"It's your present," Lily realized, her smile growing and her eyes lighting up at the idea. All over the island now, she'd been seeing people with their gifts, ranging from practical to things like Jeff's dog, which wasn't necessarily impractical, but it did border on absurd. Her own gift -- the iPod and the speaker dock -- was getting a fair amount of use already, mostly in the studio, but she was using an awful lot at home as well. It was nice to just be able to have music playing again, even just as background noise.

"Oh, come on," she said, hooking her arm through Sawyer's without a thought before she leaned forward slightly to get a better look at some of the magazines. "Maybe this is just the island's way of suggesting you need..." But she had nothing to follow that and she shrugged up at him helplessly. "More time to relax and read all these magazines? Is it a magazine you read a lot before?"

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Date: 2012-01-28 04:50 pm (UTC)
notfaking_it: (grin)
From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"Well, I don't get the toilet paper," she admitted, though she was sure there were some people on the island who'd be happy for it. Sometimes having something that was high quality, something from home, was appealing, even if it was only toilet paper. "But the magazine makes sense, then. It makes a lot more sense than some of the gifts I've seen people get. Dogs they don't want or tools they don't know how to use..."

At least the magazine was something he liked.

"I woke up one morning to an iPod and a speaker dock in my place," she said. It was another gift that made sense, as far as she was concerned. It was something she used all the time, something she had always known she missed, but hadn't been aware just how much until it was there again, available for her all the time.

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Date: 2012-01-30 01:12 am (UTC)
notfaking_it: (grin)
From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"Oh, come on," Lily said, squeezing his arm gently before she tipped her face up to look at him. It wasn't the nicest of presents, she could admit that, and when it was put like that she could see why he wouldn't be very happy with it, but she still didn't want him to be upset over it. Maybe mentioning her gift hadn't been the most graceful way to handle the situation.

"You want some help cleaning this up?" she asked. "Then we can devise some brilliant way to distract you." It might not work, but it was the best she had to offer most of the time. And she liked Sawyer. It was useless to even try and deny that, especially to herself, although she'd certainly tried for awhile. She liked him and she wanted the people she liked to be happy, even if it was only a gift making them happy at the time.

She wanted the island to have given him something he'd like.

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Date: 2012-01-30 05:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"I just meant that everything I do is brilliant," Lily answered, although there was a teasing lilt to her voice and she was glad to see him lighten up, at least a little bit. She was never quite sure if he was flirting with her, but she thought he might be now, even in the face of the magazines and toilet paper. "Unless you had something particularly brilliant in mind. My day is wide open."

As most days on the island tended to be, but she'd never had a problem finding something to do or someone to spend time with. Given all the things that could go wrong here, all the times people were hurt, it was something she enjoyed in particular about life on the island. Something she could appreciate, even when things might be hard for those around her.

Whether or not it was her problem was irrelevant. He had to know that by now, too.

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Date: 2012-01-31 10:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
"I don't know that I'd mind," Lily answered, her tone as light as his, but her gaze drifted toward his mouth briefly, drawn there by the movement. In truth, she wouldn't mind at all, would hardly consider such a thing selfish, even if she didn't find herself as attracted to him as she did. But it was more than just attraction, something she'd still barely admitted to herself.

And even as often as she wasn't sure how he might see her, the way he looked at her now certainly made it a little more clear. The only problem she could foresee (if there was a problem at all) was that she still wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. She wasn't even entirely sure what she felt. Whatever it was, it was more than simply wanting to sleep with Sawyer, though it would be useless to pretend she wasn't attracted to him.

"Half the day?" she asked, a grin curving up the corners of her mouth, even as she didn't quite meet his gaze.

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Date: 2012-02-02 03:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
A laugh escaped Lily as her gaze was drawn to the toilet paper as well, unable to help herself. In general, life was funny, nothing was neat and things were impossible to plan, especially when living somewhere like this, a place where toilet paper appeared out of nowhere. But whether or not it was there, she had no complaints and she looked back to Sawyer, another smile curving her lips as he tucked her hair back.

Shifting closer to him, she lay one palm flat against his chest before her shoulders lifted in a slow shrug. "Timing isn't everything," she said simply, though maybe it was. Maybe this was the timing that was meant to have happened. Lily didn't necessarily put a lot of stock in fate or things happening for a reason, but she also wasn't one to question when things did happen or why. Things happened and whether it was through free will or fate, she didn't find herself worrying about it.

Slowly, she pushed up onto her toes, bringing herself a little closer to him. "So do you want help cleaning up the mess first?" she asked, but she was grinning as she spoke.

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Date: 2012-02-03 05:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
The hand on her arm was warm, heavier than she expected somehow, but it was a good weight. And maybe it was a cliché, but she could still feel where he'd been touching her, faint prickles of electricity left behind as his hand ran down from her shoulder. Her fingers curled slightly, one hooked gently in the collar of his shirt, and she smiled up at him, a different smile, the teasing gone from it as she watched the way he looked down at her hand.

"Then forget about it and kiss me already," she answered, not knowing the words were going to come out until they did. She hadn't had time to think about what she might say and she was glad for it. All the ways in which this could be a mistake were outweighed by all the things about it that could be good. Lily had never worried much about making a mistake and she didn't want to start now, not in this moment.

Not when his hand on her skin felt this good.

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Date: 2012-02-04 05:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
Gently, Lily's body swayed forward, the pressure of his arm around her waist more than enough of an invitation for her to press against him. The hand on his chest slid up, fingers brushing against the side of his neck before her hand pushed slowly into his hair and her lips parted, tongue moving slowly to meet his for a brief moment. A shiver raced up her spine as a soft breath escaped, a gentle exhale as her eyes slipped closed and she pressed the kiss slowly deeper.

He was so much taller than she was, but she drew up further, rising onto her toes, her body pressed to his, taking in the warmth coming off him. She'd thought about this more than once, thought about kissing him, about being this close to him and Lily knew she'd wanted to do this since the day she'd run into him on the beach.

There was a brush of stubble against her skin, accompanied by the sensation of his fingers on her neck, rough skin against smooth and the feeling sent another surge of want through her. Her other hand settled back on his chest, fingertips curling slightly to make it clear that he didn't have to hold back with her.

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Date: 2012-02-05 04:27 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
A flush of warmth heated her, coursing through her body when he lifted her and Lily wrapped her other arm around him, surprised to find her breath already quickening. She wanted more of this, more of his hands on her, more of his mouth and her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one as her head tipped back. A smile curved her lips as he spoke, then disappeared almost as quickly as his mouth moved over her skin and she arched toward him.

They were inside now, she was aware of that much, aware that there was a bed somewhere in the vicinity, but her focus was on the last button of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled, the pushed it through and her hands slid back up, over the expanse of his chest, over his warm skin until she reached his shoulders and pushed the material back. One of her sandals slipped off, barely noticed by Lily at all. She was too caught up in the walk across the room, in his mouth, the way his stubble rasped against her skin, his arms under her hands.

"Shit," she said with a soft laugh as she tripped on her other sandal, then kicked it off, leaving it behind on the floor.

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Date: 2012-02-06 01:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notfaking_it
She could feel that laugh all through her body, the vibrations moving across her skin and a soft groan escaped her as they moved, bodies shifting together, toward the bed. Before she could even open her eyes to see it, Lily felt Sawyer walk into the bed and then he was turning her, too quickly for her to resist -- not that she would have -- and a moment later she was laid out on the mattress, watching as he dropped his shirt to the ground, her gaze tracing the lines of his arms, his chest, his shoulders.

When he kissed her, both her hands pushed into his hair, holding him close to her. Her body pushed up, arching into his touch on her skin and she could feel how badly she wanted more than that, his skin pressed against hers, heated and flushed, too warm and yet exactly what she craved. Her hands slid down the back of his neck, the broad expanse of his back, until she reached the hem of his jeans where her fingers turned in, nails dragging lightly across his skin.

Then she was hooking her hands in the hem of her tank tops, pulling them up even as she nipped lightly at his lower lip. With a smile, she pulled away just enough to catch Sawyer's gaze, then tugged the fabric of her shirts over her head, her hair fanning out as she tossed them away.

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Date: 2012-02-07 02:26 pm (UTC)
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Goosebumps rose on Lily's skin at the feel of his thumb, his mouth, and she ran her hands up his legs on either side of her, fingers sliding over denim, wishing fiercely it was already gone. There was nothing, though, nothing at all preventing her from doing this for as long as she wanted, as long as they wanted, drawing it out, touching and moving and driving herself just about crazy with it. Whatever parts of her that had been worrying before, had been wondering if this was a good idea, they were gone. She'd forgotten them or assuaged the fears, but it was gone and she couldn't let herself think beyond this moment and the next.

At the feel of his mouth on her throat, a soft gasp escaped her and Lily's hands rose higher, over his thighs, his hips, before one slipped between them and she rubbed the heel of her palm against him slowly. Her movements were distracted, though, caught up in the sensation of his mouth against her skin and her back bowed slightly, arching toward him, trying to press closer still.

The last time she had been here, she'd been worried about him, wanted to help him in any way she could and doing something like this had crossed her mind. But now, for the moment, she was glad she hadn't, glad that it was happening now instead of then, instead of being connected with that period of time.

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