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Kate falls asleep in the curve of Sawyer's arm, not the first time it's happened and how things are between them now, probably not the last, either. It's nothing yet, but not nothing, so dreaming about him on a retrieval with her, that's no great shakes. 'Course, the fact they're wearing what they went to sleep in, her in his shirt and him in his boxers, that's a little weird but it's a dream. Probably means she's gonna end up against a tree with her legs around his hips, soon. She quirks a grin for that. Now that's her kind of dream.
She takes a step sideways toward Sawyer, hand out to rest against his hip, and the tall grasses beneath her bare feet bend and poke. They swish on the breeze, which is blowing toward them. Smart, staying upwind of whatever she's hunting. The poking bugs her. Her dreams are vivid, but not usually this vivid, and it's a hell of a long way to go in terms of detail, just to get laid.
Gaze narrowing, she turns to glance back, make sure it's still him. Something downwind of them scampers farther away. Kate puts her finger to her lips and mouths, Stay with me, while she scans the clearing they're in. If the dream's going to force her to go through with this retrieval, it can damned well provide her gear.
A small creature bursts from cover and scampers halfway up a tree. It looks like a cross between a guinea pig and a koala bear. Shit. Oh shit shit shit. If this is going to be one of those kinds of dreams, Kate just wants to wake up. She wants to wake up now. But since that doesn't seem to be happening, she grabs Sawyer's wrist, squeezes tight and hisses low, "Quiet. Slow. Back away."
She takes a step sideways toward Sawyer, hand out to rest against his hip, and the tall grasses beneath her bare feet bend and poke. They swish on the breeze, which is blowing toward them. Smart, staying upwind of whatever she's hunting. The poking bugs her. Her dreams are vivid, but not usually this vivid, and it's a hell of a long way to go in terms of detail, just to get laid.
Gaze narrowing, she turns to glance back, make sure it's still him. Something downwind of them scampers farther away. Kate puts her finger to her lips and mouths, Stay with me, while she scans the clearing they're in. If the dream's going to force her to go through with this retrieval, it can damned well provide her gear.
A small creature bursts from cover and scampers halfway up a tree. It looks like a cross between a guinea pig and a koala bear. Shit. Oh shit shit shit. If this is going to be one of those kinds of dreams, Kate just wants to wake up. She wants to wake up now. But since that doesn't seem to be happening, she grabs Sawyer's wrist, squeezes tight and hisses low, "Quiet. Slow. Back away."
