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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 22:57:17 GMT -5
Skinner stretched a little, feeling the morning creep at her eyelids. It had stopped raining sometime in the night, and the water hung on the tent like dew on the morning grass. She turned a bit, craeful with her stomach and noticing that someone's arm was still draped over her. Jack. He'd stayed.
She smiled a bit, not remembering much from the night before, but remembering asking him to saty there with her. She bit her lip, hoping he hadn't thought that too creepy of her at all, but not knowing what he would think of her now. She touched his shoulder lightly, smiling a bit.
"Wake up sleepy head," she called softly. "I think we missed the luau."
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 10, 2008 22:38:37 GMT -5
Jack's eyes opened sleepily, then quickly, as he realized where he was. "The wha? Luau? Oh, luau. God. You scared me for a second." He laughed and relaxed slightly. "Oh well, I hear there's going to be an even better one tonight." He sat up and his head hit the roof of the tent, which sent the water flying off the top of the tent and around their encampment.
"Did you sleep okay? I can get us some breakfast or something?" Jack felt slightly awkward, this not being the type of person he was, and didn't want her to get the wrong idea. He was freshly divorced, and had no idea really what to do about dating or anything like that, his intentions had been pure and hopeful to help Skinner sleep well. He put a hand on her side and squeezed it gently as he smiled. "Sorry, I'm kind of all over the place when I wake up."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 22:44:24 GMT -5
Skinner laughed softly, shaking her head at Jack. She scooted over, a little farther away ffrom him to give him a little space, but tugged at his leg, squeezing it lightly. "Look. Calm down. I'm fine and....you don't...don't have to do anything. I mean," she paused, looking down at herself then back up at him. "I don't expect anything, Jack. I just wanted..."
She sighed. stopping. She blushed, laughing a bit and biting her lip slightly. "I'm sorry. It sounds so lame."
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 10, 2008 22:49:45 GMT -5
"It's fine, I can understand wanting to feel close to someone. I feel the same way since the divorce. It's been hard." He smiled and hoped it helped assuage her worries. "So what's up? What's on the agenda today? Going to go and get ourselves nearly killed again? Seems to be all we do on this island anyhow."
Jack laughed and sat up fully, liking the feel of her warm hand on hid leg as he did so. "Seriously Punky Brewster, what are you up for?" Jack stretched and put his hands behind his head as he felt himself loosen slightly from the stiffness that always accompanied sleeping on hard ground.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 22:55:41 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at him, raising a brow and shaking her head. He had a way of comforting her, making her feel like she was more than just another survivor or patient to him. A way of making her comfortable even when it seemed out of reach. "Punky Brewster? Honestly." She fake scowled, but it turned into a grin after a few moments.
"I don't know. I suppose I should consult my doctor about what's acceptable. Doctor's orders you know," she teased with a light wink. She stretched, her toned arms spanning nearly the length of the small tent and she leaned to touch the sides one by one before laughing softly and pulling her arms back in.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 12, 2008 20:59:43 GMT -5
Jack shrugged and sighed, smiling. "I think you're good to go out and about on the town, but you should probably avoid any too strenuous activity, like carrying heavy backpacks or anything." He winked at her and then moved to exit the tent, holding the flap for her, in case she wanted to exit. "Shall we?" He was of the idea that they could at least walk along the beach. While strenuous activity could be damaging, no activity could be just as bad. "We could go for a walk, see if anyone else wants to come or anything, I don't know."
"Honestly, I'm just feeling a bit claustrophobic in the tent, I need to stretch my legs a bit. Only if you're up for it though. I hear your doctor is a real pain about stuff like this." He winked again and then started moving his legs in the direction of the shoreline, not really waiting for an answer. He knew she was coming, just like he knew he wouldn't ask anyone else to join them. He was still a little worried about her and how her pregnancy was going after the trauma of a plane crash,a s well as her own personal trauma.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 12, 2008 21:05:41 GMT -5
Skinner stood, slipping from the tent and stretching in the morning sun. He knew she'd follow, just like she knew he probably wouldn't ask anyone else to accompany them, but that was alright with her. She laced her fingers over her smooth curve, still soft and slightly undefined. But noticeable. She smiled, feelign the baby within her kick a bit, as if awakening with its mother.
She smiled, catching up to Jack, walking beside him. "I think she'll be alright," she said softly. "She wouldn't be this active if she wasn't. You know that." She smiled, looking down at her stomach. There was still time for a complication, not that she dwelled on that. She didn't need to, it was always in her head anyways.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 19, 2008 12:55:29 GMT -5
Jack smiled as his feet reached the cooler, wet sand that always felt amazing on your feet. He had always loved it as a kid, but hated when it dried and seemed impossible to remove it all from between your toes for days. Jack was allowing himself to look at her stomach, a noticeable bend now where she was incubating the life inside of her. His strides took him down the beach slowly, with her at his side. Everyone was going about their daily morning business.
"Looks like no one else is around to come with us, hm?" He laughed as he watched Sawyer trip while carrying some fruit back to his tent, watched him swear and pound at the sand with his fist. Not that he didn't like Sawyer, he felt bad for him more than anything else, but he would have laughed no matter who it had been.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 19, 2008 13:17:54 GMT -5
Skinner shrugged lightly. "Terrible. I mean honestly, no one want to walk with us? That's absolute balshpemy," she said, shaking her head. But she laughed softly, pulling her hands from her stomach and sticking them in the pockets of her pants, a pair that had been a larger size in her bag. She laughed at Sawyer, shaking her head as he dropped the fruit.
"Honestly. If he'd just ask for help liek a normal person," she grouched, but laughed again. "But I'm not really one to talk."
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