For Better or Worse | By : DharmaCharma Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ben and Sayid had been busy since their secret encounter at the Screaming Neon. Jack was an easy target. Rumor had it he had become completely unhinged after being "rescued". They used Jack to get to Kate. They knew she would never accept that she, and Aaron, had to return to the island if the news came from them. Hurley was another story altogether. Ever since coming home, he'd been plagued by visions of dead people. Ben had planted an informer in the Santa Rosa Mental Institution to keep tabs on Hurley. Word got back quickly that Hurley had been passing along messages from Charlie, talking about the goings on of the day with Libby, and at night played chess with Mr. Ecko. How do you get an insane person to do the insane? Ben reasoned it would be best for Sayid to confront Hurley alone. That left Sun, who would probably be the most difficult to convince. After all, she had a baby now. Jin was dead, she was at odds with her father, and would soon find out that Widmore was dead, leaving her scrambling to figure out how to untangle the mess of unethical business arrangements she'd made in hopes of screwing him over.
At night, alone in his hotel rooms, Ben would reflect with longing about the island. Every so often he'd be startled awake by the most vivid, erotic dreams. Dreams that left him waking up in crusty, sticky pools of semen. "Shit!" he'd fuss in the mornings. He hadn't experienced wet dreams since he went through puberty. What gives?! He wondered aloud. Every day he and Sayid would do their business, preparing for the harvest of island dwellers whom the island needed to return. To appease the island. So Jacob would be pleased and Ben could get back home. And every night he awoke to his cock pulsating with an orgasm, sending streams of thick white cum onto the bedsheets. Every night he dreamed of Simone. It was a variation of the same fantasy every single night. Hot, rough sex on her couch. Sometimes she'd be blowing him, Sucking his cock, draining his balls into the back of her throat. Other times they would be 69'ing on her couch, her pussy smeared all over his face.
Then, one night, he had a different dream. It was so different, and so wholly disturbing, that he awoke with tears soaking his pillowcase. He dreamed he had gone over to Simone's house to ask her a question. She greeted him at the door wearing a filmy pink negligee that trailed the floor behind her. Slit to her hip on the left side. The sight of her in it left him breathless. He slowly walked over to her, stroking the length of her thigh delicately with his fingertips. Her head thrown back in ecstasy as he traced the front of her neck with tender, loving kisses. She tilted her head forward and met his lips with a sweet kiss. "I love you" she whispered against his cheek. He scooped her up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom, and laid her down on the bed as if her body was made of the most exquisite, fragile glass. His palms traveled the length of her body, fondling the satin fabric along the sides of her mid-section. He buried her face between her breasts and confessed, "I love you too. I always have, and I always will". In this dream he was in no hurry. He didn't want to pound her until she saw stars. He wanted to make love to her. In his dream Simone slowly undressed him. Taking the utmost loving care to set his garments aside neatly. He gently lowered himself over her body as she took his cock in her hand and slowly teased her slit with it before he slid inside her.
In this dream he made love to her, slowly, gently, passionately. Together they rode wave after wave of back to back orgasms. Kissing each other lovingly, staring into each others eyes the entire time. Crying out, "I love you! I love you" every time they reached their climax together. In this dream, not long after they'd made love, Simone told Ben they were going to have a baby. Ben cried out in protest, "no! You know what happens to pregnant women on this island!" A look of grief washed over Simone's face. "I-I thought you'd be happy" she said. Ben sobbed, "how can I be happy knowing you, and our baby, are going to die? We have to get rid of it! Right now!" Simone shook her head in protest. "No!" she shrieked as he carried her to the Staff and strapped her onto the table. Eyes filled with hot tears made it difficult for him to see what he was doing. He gathered up the supplies. The tools he'd need to empty her womb, to keep her safe and with him forever. Just as he was about insert the curette and scrape away the fatal invader from her womb, he had a flash forward. Simone was laying breathlessly in a hospital room, crying tears of joy as a doctor announced, "congratulations. It's a girl!" Ben heard the gurgling first cries of a baby as Simone protectively held their newborn close to her chest. She beamed at Ben and exclaimed, "isn't she beautiful, Ben? Let's name her Annie." Ben's mind races with flashbacks from his youth and then he snaps back to consciousness, crying, gasping for air in the pitch darkness of his hotel room.
Simone nervously knocked on John's front door. He'd invited her over for dinner, but Simone knew that it was only a matter of time after their encounter in the Pearl that John would pursue her, in earnest. She knew this was more than just a dinner date. It only took him two days to pull himself together, to resolve to prove himself to her, to woo and romance her. John opened the door and greeted her with a huge, genuine smile. "Please, come in" he said, stepping back to let her in. He had lit candles and set the small kitchen table with crimson colored cloth napkins and delicate china with crystal wine glasses. Simone felt heat rise beneath her cheeks. "John, you didn't have to go to all this trouble." He planted a loving kiss on her lips and said, "it isn't trouble when you love someone." Simone followed John into the kitchen. Her nostrils were filled with the delicious aroma of a roast with root vegetables cooking. "I made pot roast. I hope you don't mind." Simone replied, "it's one of my favorites". Now that she had been honest with John in the Pearl, being around him felt so effortless. She could just relax, and be herself with him. John stood at the sink, trying to uncork a wine bottle. Simone approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. The cork popped loose, surprising them both. John laughed, turned to face Simone, and asked her if she wanted a glass of wine. Simone bit her lower lip and nodded, "yes, please" she said. John poured them each a glass and made a toast. "To the future. And to the island, for miraculously bringing us together." "Cheers" Simone sang and they clinked their wine glasses together. John took a sip and raised his eyebrows. "Ah!" he exclaimed, setting his glass down on the counter. "Do you like to dance?" he asked her. Simone thought for a moment. Had she ever danced? "I think so", she replied.
John walked over to the CD player, pushed the track button a few times, and hit "play". Soon the soulful string opening to Portishead's "Glory Box" filled the living room. A sly grin flashed across Simone's lips. She seductively approached John, took his hand as he placed his other hand on her waist. "How did you know I love this song?" He chuckled and said, "okay, don't be mad, but that day you called me over to fix your sink? I snooped through your music collection. I'd never heard of this group before, so I sort of 'borrowed' your CD. I listened to it about ten times, back to back. This track sounded like the sexiest one, and I knew that some day I wanted to dance with you to it." Simone's heart swelled with love for him. She leaned her head on his chest and quietly sang along, "give me a reason to love you. Give me a reason to be a woman". John looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "I love you so much, Simone." She smiled up at him before his lips touched hers. As the song played in the background and pot roast burned in the oven, John reached behind Simone, cupped her by her buttocks, and scooped her up into his arms. Simone wrapped her long, slender legs around John's body, feeling his arousal growing against her crotch. They both laughed out loud as he carried her to the bedroom.
John's bedroom was cozy, masculine. His bed was neatly made and there wasn't a single trace of dirty laundry or anything else left out of its place. While Simone almost believed he tidied up for this most special occasion, she swiftly remembered that John Locke is a man of routine, calculation, and order. He probably always kept his home neat as a pin. Suddenly, Simone's mind was flooded with insecurity. John laid her back on the dark green comforter that was spread out taut across the surface of his mattress. He laid his body gently down on top of hers, propping the weight of his upper body up with his elbows. He scowled and said, "hey? Where'd you go just now, Sweetheart?" Simone swallowed hard and said, "sorry. I was just thinking..." her voice trailed off. She stopped herself before she could begin to cry. This night was supposed to be perfect. Why was she going to spoil it with something so trivial? John rolled over beside her, still propped up on an elbow. "What is it? Did I do something wrong? Am I going to fast?" he asked. Simone shook her head, her brown waves bouncing around her face. "No, John, you've done nothing wrong. You're perfect, and that's the problem." John chuckled and answered, "I'm far from perfect, my love." Simone cried, "I'm so hopelessly flawed, John. Why would you ever choose me?" John's expression grew stone serious. He took her face between his hands and said, "Simone, cut this out. You hear me? You're flawed, but so am I. So is everyone else on this island. But you're not hopeless. You're amazing. You aren't perfect, but you're perfect for me" He kissed her then and Simone melted under the loving weight of his touch. The world stopped moving and the only thing in Simone's universe was her and John. John jumped up suddenly and said, "I'd better go turn off that oven, before I burn the house down". Simone quickly stripped naked and dove under the covers, pulling them up under her chin.
John came back into the dark room and said, "well, hope you weren't too hungry. I totally ruined that roast. See, I'm not so perfect after all." He looked at her, puzzled. "What on earth are you doing all covered up like that?" He tugged the blanket away from her, revealing her naked form on full display stretched out across his bed. He breathlessly sighed, "Oh, God, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" He quickly tore his clothes from his body, nearly falling over as he struggled to jump out of his cotton boxers and his socks. He crawled into the bed beside her, pulling the blankets over them. Simone's flesh quivered when John pressed the full length of his body against her bare skin. She rolled over on top of him, her wavy locks spilling around his face. He gently pushed them back, cupping her face in his hands as they kissed. Her hands greedily rubbing his chest, her fingertips swirling through those soft silver hairs she'd admired in the Pearl just days before. "I can't believe this is really happening" she sighed into his neck as she kissed it. "I can't either" he breathed against her breast as his lips made their way to her right nipple. He lovingly suckled on one while his hand gently cupped and massaged the other, every so often gently pinching the nipple between his fingers and rolling it around. She began to rub the length of her slit against his hard manhood that was pinned against his groin. John let out a raspy moan before flipping Simone over, laying her down on the mattress. His lips made a path that started at her forehead. He whispered her name, and told her how much he loved her, between kisses as he moved his way down her body. As his mouth made its way to her soft mound, she felt her body let go. She released all inhibition, fear, confusion, and abandoned herself to John completely. As he took the delicate folds of the hood that shrouded her clitoris between his lips, she allowed him to make her his own. She belonged to him now, and forever. His hands reached up and gripped her by the hips, pulling her into his mouth.
He suckled on her clit, stopping to flick his tongue over and around it. Reaching down to slowly slide one finger inside of her, then two fingers. Pulling upward, slowly, massaging the spongy bump of flesh inside of her, bringing her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. All the while his mouth never left the sweet spot nestled between her soft pussy lips. He moaned deeply, the sound buzzing against her clit, nearly sending her over the edge. Just when she felt she couldn't take it any more, John moved his body slowly up over hers again. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juices. He nuzzled her necked and whispered, "are you ready for me, my love?" Simone's hips automatically raised upward to meet his body as she sighed, "yes, John. I'm so ready. Please, make love to me". He gripped his firm cock in his hand. It was long and slender and uncircumcised. Knowing he was about to enter her, that she was about to lose her virginity, filled Simone with fear and arousal. He took his time slipping into her. He was in no hurry and he loved her so much he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for her first time. The first few inches felt so good. He delicately used his cock to stroke her plump, wet opening. Making short, shallow, slow strokes he took his time, asking her over and over again, "are you okay?" Simone nodded each time, moaning deeply.
Finally John stopped and held himself inside her. He kissed her gently and said, "are you ready to take it all?" Simone was afraid. She'd heard it would be painful. That she may even bleed. "What if I bleed?" she asked, embarrassed by the thought. John smiled and stroked her cheek. "It's normal, my love. Besides," he smiled, "I have dark sheets. You'll never even notice it." His humor had put Simone at ease. She kissed him quickly, gripped him around his back with her fingertips and said, "okay, I'm ready." John's face twisted into a look of intense pleasure - the sort of pleasure that is so intense it almost hurts - as he plunged his long hard cock inside of her. Simone dug her fingernails into his back. She cried out as hot tears sprung to her eyes. John kissed her and stroked her hair back away from her face. "You okay? I know it hurts. I didn't hurt you too badly did I?" Simone bit down on her lower lip, trying to fight back the sharp pain she was feeling as John forced himself as deep inside her as he could go. She nodded, "I'm okay." John let out a sharp grunt as he bottomed out at the opening of her cervix. After that he stroked in and out with long, loving strokes. Soon the pain subsided and Simone found her body responding to John's rhythmic love making. He pressed himself to her body, scooping underneath her shoulders with his arms. She ran her hands up and down his back. His breathing became more heavy and she felt his buttocks tighten under her hands. He quickened his pace and cried out, "I can't hold out much longer, Simone. I'm about to cum." Simone cried out, "cum, John. Cum inside me" This sent him over the edge. His body violently convulsed on top of hers. She felt his cock spasm inside her, releasing his seed, one, two, three, four heavy spurts as he grunted with animalistic pleasure. She knew she could get pregnant, and she didn't even care. At that moment all she knew was that she'd experienced love making for the first time with the man who loved her and who she loved in return.
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