Mistletoe
By Kwolfhard

PAIRING: Kate, Sawyer
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Placed after All The Best Cowboys and before Whatever the
Case May Be. Sawyer improvises on Christmas Eve and once again asks
Kate to kiss him. At least this time the con man has a better
excuse: mistletoe!
WARNING: None. :)

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"What is that?"

Kate was currently looking in disgust at a smug Sawyer holding a
shredded palm frond over his head.

"What do you think it is darlin'? It's Christmas Eve and
we're on this godforsaken island," Sawyer explains, his dark charm
oozing all over his explanation. "You have to improvise!"

Kate's eyes widened at Sawyer's explanation, practically
spitting out her next words, "If you think I'm kissing you again,
Sawyer, or whatever your real name is, you're deluded."

Sawyer squares off with the Canuck, eyeing her for a little too long
before saying "Let us just keep it simple and call me Sawyer,
darlin'. Besides, we wouldn't want any unwanted attention, would
we?"

Sawyer continued to leer while Kate stepped a few paces backward.
They were currently in some part of the dense jungle just clear of
the caves Jack found. In fact, Kate could use Jack right about now,
but instead, she has to tolerate Sawyer's delusions. Twilight
slowly falls on the jungle, giving the verdant canopy an eerie
yellowish hue.

"Listen to me, Sawyer. I am not going to kiss you. Even if you
and I were the last people on this island or Earth," Kate explains,
still thoroughly disgusted. Yet, somehow, she manages to tone her
vehemence down a touch.

Sawyer smirks once and shakes his head as he notices Kate growing
less adamant, asking the woman in a slightly curious tone, "What
if we were?" Kate's look of puzzlement makes Sawyer clarify to
her: "What if the sole population of this planet is on this damn
island?"

Kate practically snarls at the blonde con-man, saying, "I thought
you said you were optimistic? You are staying at the beach,
expecting someone to rescue us, Sawyer!" Kate looks visibly shaken,
her face flushing faintly in the exertion of her argument with the
man.

Sawyer rolls his eyes before answering the twentysomething brunette
as he takes two steps forward her, "Darlin', just because I'm
staying down at the beach don't mean that I'm optimistic. Nor, I
might mention, does it mean that I think we're going to be
rescued."

He flicks his makeshift palm frond mistletoe above his head, just to
draw her attention to it again. "So, what do you say, darlin', for
good ol' yuletide's sake?"

Kate blows up, shouting at the man, "You're deluded! Mad! You think
because you have some palm frond that looks like a mistletoe you're
going to get your wish? That I'm going to kiss you!?" She takes one
step back to give herself some space from the ambitious blonde.

Seeing the Canadian woman's armor breaking down, Sawyer grins even
more ferociously, replying back to the Canadian convict: "Bet it
crosses your mind every day. That kiss we shared." Sawyer takes
two steps forward, eliminating any of the distances there was
between he and the brunette.

Kate's eyes widen at Sawyer's response, shaking her head at the
smarmy Southerner. "No way in hell, Sawyer, no way in hell." Despite
her negation to the kiss, she does not take any more steps back.
Instead, she stares directly at the con man, feeling Sawyer's hot
breath light against her face like a summer breeze.

Sawyer continued to wear the woman down with his Southern charm and
scintillating wit. With them being so close now, he only needs to
murmur: "Darlin', you don't need to step away from me.
All I want is a kiss under the mistletoe."

Kate hesitates, her eyes narrow, practically willing them to burn
into Sawyer's skull. "You're a chauvinist. You're mad." Despite
having said these negative remarks, the Canuck finally submits to
the Southerner, reaching up on the balls of her feet to kiss the con
man under the mistletoe.

Sawyer's only response is to kiss her back, his eyes lighting up
like a child seeing presents under the tree on Christmas Day.