You Are My Rock... [Desmond/Miles]

[naomi]

"What type of accident?" Miles asked, he didn't know why he kept talking. He wanted to slap himself. If Charlotte had thrown him off his game, she would have something coming to her.

He thought it might be useful to know who this guy was, he didn't want to think about other men and woman he was sleeping with. It just wasn't right.

He was actually surprised that she had whacked him so hard before and now was acting like that never happened. He felt almost tempted to get her to hurt him again. Instead, he was just the one causing the pain, biting down on her lip, pressing his fingers hard into her skin... he had to admit though, he was starting to feel better already.

[leandra]

She was surprised he was so interested in what happened to her on the Island, asking what kind of accident she had had. But instead of commenting on why he was asking, she just answered. But it was weird, as this was the first time they had properly spoken without much ill feeling. Usually he was accusing of her not telling the truth and not believing her. This was unusual.

"I was walking in the jungle and I tripped over a broken tree branch if I remember correctly, and smacked my head and arm hard. I needed stitches, and I sprained my ankle really bad. Desmond made sure I got back to the beach safely so I could be attended to" she explained in soft tones.

As Miles continued to kiss her, he started biting down on her lip, she winced slightly, but continued to kiss back and when she felt his fingers pressing hard into her skin, she dug her finger nails into his shoulders.

[naomi]

He let out a small laugh when she told him about her accident in the jungle. It was pretty funny how a bimbo like her could run into trouble in the jungle just from a bunch of branches. "That's funny" he commented, wincing a little as her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. He lifted his t-shirt over his head again in the same familiar manner of last time and pulled her closer to him, his tongue exploring her mouth once more.

[leandra]

She couldn't help but smile when he laughed at her misfortune back on the Island. It probably did sound funny to him, after all, what did most people think of blond girls? That they were dumb and he probably thought of her as that as well. "Thanks, I can assure it wasn't funny at the time, I blacked out from the pain" she replied but laughed a little anyway.

She gave a sly smile when she heard him wince slightly from her fingernails digging into his shoulders, but then he was being rough to her. So she may as well play rough back. She could feel the lust building within her and when he pulled his t-shirt off again she realised just how much she wanted him again, allowing her mouth to explore his once more and giving slight moans of pleasure when he pulled her closer to him.

[naomi]

"Come on" He continued to smile in a light-hearted manner, "even Dan could trump through the jungle with barely a scrape. If Faraday can do it, anyone can." He laughed again thinking of Dan. The man was one of the biggests idiots he'd ever met... well... in the normal sense of the word.

He let his hands run over her shoulders, itching to get her clothing off once again but then stopped. "We're not waiting for Desmond to interrupt our little conjugal are we?" He'd hate to just get started and have the man come back here to annoy him even more. He said his name like he was spitting acid. Desmond had not won any points with him since Miles arrived here.

[leandra]

Alright she had to admit it was a pretty damn stupid thing she had done, but she wasn't watching where she was going, and she was thinking about things, that was her excuse for it anyway. But she had to laugh. Another miracle she thought, it had actually been the first time she had laughed with Miles and it being in a good way instead of a bad sarcastic way and it actually felt good.

"Alright, it was a pretty stupid thing to happen, but I wasn't watching where I was going, and I was too busy thinking about things" she explained laughing about it. Anyway in a lot of ways it was a joyous memory, it gave her Desmond, her brother.

Her skin tingled when he ran his hands over her shoulders, and then he stopped to ask if they were likely to be disturbed by Desmond. She rolled her eyes but laughed a little as well before replying, "Don't worry, I said if I needed him I'd call him" but at the same time, she had told him to wait in the lobby, if Miles stayed afterward, which she doubted, then poor Desmond would be down there all night.

[naomi]

Too busy thinking about things... that sounded about right. She always seemed like she was stuck in her own head. "I'd ask you what you were thinking about, but as you probably already can guess I don't care" he didn't say it cruelly though, he was still in a half-joking mood. All his tense feelings towards Charlotte for playing that game were already seeming to melt.

"So what are you afraid I'm going to break something valuble to you?" He asked, when wondering why Desmond was still hanging around. She obviously didn't trust him, but trust was not what he needed right now. He interlocked his fingers with hers pointedly, noting how easy they would be to snap at that moment.

He kissed her again, still with rough overtones, and pulled her over so he was on top of her this time.

[leandra]

She laughed when he said about not wanting to know what she was thinking about, but she would tell him anyway "I know you don't care, but I was thinking I hated being on the Island and how much I wanted to get off it" she laughed a little, she was actually enjoying her time with Miles. Not that she hadn't enjoyed their last tryst, but she actually enjoying his company this time, which nice, but felt strange.

When he asked the question about why she had asked Desmond to hang around, she sighed a little, but not in an annoyed way, in a light hearted way. Maybe telling him she'd asked Desmond to hang around wasn't such a good idea. "Well, the last time things got somewhat a little tense, just felt if it happened again, I could call on him" she explained with a little shrug and a smile.

When he interlocked their fingers, she squeezed her own down into his so that her nails would dig in slightly, and continued to kiss him just as roughly as he was her, and allowed herself to be turned around so as she was underneath and she wrapped her legs around his buttocks.

[naomi]

Miles froze when she made the statement about what she'd been thinking about. His jaw hardened. "If you knew what the island was, you wouldn't want to get off it." He said, a slight snarl in his tone now. The ignorance of some people when it came to matters like that. Dharma wasn't researching just an ordinary island, that's for sure. Their science team wasn't sent just to research an ordinary island.

There was a reason he was so desperate to get back and it was driving him insane the complications that were arising at him doing so. Charlotte. She re-entered his mind and Miles clasped Leandra tighter. Charlotte was like a menial annoyance to him. Sometimes he felt like she was his sister or something and he just had some personal reasons to take her down... and then other times, he just wanted to throw her off the freighter and be done with her.

He pulled at Leandra's clothing, kissing her furiously again but this time unable to shake the image of Charlotte from his brain. Something that was making him feel sick.

[leandra]

Here it came, she'd finally said something to cause him to snarl at her slightly. But she didn't think too much of it, and kind of more or less pushed it aside, but she did defend herself slightly anyway. "Well that was pretty early on, the Island grew on me more the longer were there" she said calmly, and although she was glad to be home so she could see her father, she was beginning to like the Island better than when the flight first crash landed on it.

She winced as he started t hold her tighter, but in an enjoyable way, as also little moans of pleasure started to escape. He was also pulling at her clothing trying to get it removed. She helped him along by pulling at them herself and kissing him back just as furiously, and allowed her hands to start wandering over his body, running them up and down his chest and down toward his navel.

[naomi]

His body started to get cold as she touched him, sending chills down his spine instead of heating him up. Her attempt at trying to cover her words by saying 'the island grew' on her, really didn't work. He didn't care about the island though, he had to keep reminding himself. He only cared about himself... which is why he found it so damn confusing why anyone would ever care for him.

As she ran her hands over his chest, he gripped them pulling them tightly away from him and holding her in his grasp. He narrowed his eyes, suspicion setting in again, wondering if he should start demanding what she wanted from him, when obviously he'd been the one to come to her this time. He released her in defeat and succumbed. Maybe something inside of him realizing that everyone had a bit of crazy inside of them. The crazy that this woman... Leandra... had for wanting to give him what he wanted for nothing in return.

He gave her a half-hearted kiss and then stopped... Damn Charlotte. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He did everything to drive this woman away and he just didn't get why she hadn't just thrown him out the door when he turned up. He told her that he'd never care for her... which wasn't far from the truth. No self respecting person should have to put up with that!

He got up and left her wordlessly, went into the bathroom and splashed his face with some water, gazing over his hollow looking face in the mirror. What am I doing? He asked himself internally. This was a damn inconvenient time to start growing a conscience if there ever was one.

[leandra]

There were no words spoken between them for a while now, and the lust within Leah continued to grow until he grabbed at her hands and pulled them away from him. For a split second she thought he was going to start asking what she wanted again, and if he did, she'd be ready for him, because this time, he had come to her. It didn't matter if she had relented instead of pushing him out the door, he had still come to her.

Instead he said nothing and kissed her again but without any pressure or feeling. Then he got up from the bed and walked to her bathroom leaving her lying there stunned. She was beginning to wonder if he was having a guilt trip, but then she shook the thought from her mind Miles didn't do guilt trips. She thought about going into the bathroom to ask if everything was alright, but then decided against it.

Whatever was running through Miles head in the bathroom, it probably wouldn't do well to interrupt him. If he wanted to continue with what he had started he would come back out and do it, and if he didn't, he'd probably just walk out the door saying nothing to her. No matter what happened this time, she wouldn't let it upset her, because this time, he had come to her. So if anything she was using him for her own pleasure as much as he was obviously using her.

While Miles was in the bathroom however, she got her cell phone and sent a text to Desmond, just to let him know that so far, everything was alright, and as long as he didn't mind, could he continue to wait, because Miles seemed to be having a moment and she wasn't sure what the outcome of it would be.

[naomi]

Miles couldn't bare to look at himself much longer. It was how he survived. Being completely outside himself, focusing on other people's problems and misfortunes enough to feel pretty damn good about himself in the process.

He wiped his face with a towel and came back out, but didn't join her right away. He stood and put his hands in his back pockets for a second, feeling like he was about to start kicking himself, the same way when he ever grew enough of a conscience to refund someone's money or tell them the truth they'd been looking for instead of playing games. It didn't happen all too often and it was a weird feeling. Something he never wanted to feel again, but knew he'd have to deal with or it would never go away.

"You're making a mistake" he snapped and got another bottle out of the mini-bar. If he ever needed another drink it was now. "You shouldn't do this."

He would do it. He would take advantage of her. But at least she needed a chance to break free from this viscous cycle. He sighed, opened the cap and took a swig of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm and staring at her with wide eyes.

[leandra]

Leah had half expected Desmond to come knocking on her door after she sent the text to him, because it had said about Miles going weird on her, Desmond may have taken that the wrong way. But he hadn't come knocking and so she continued to lie on the bed wondering what Miles had been doing in the bathroom the whole time he had been in there. If he was going down some guilt trip she would be very shocked.

When he did come out of the bathroom he went to her mini bar and took another drink before he looked at her and spoke. She wasn't sure what to say. He was obviously giving her a get out card. Did she really want it though? Did she really want him to leave? If she decided she didn't want to be used after all, and asked him to leave, then she doubted she'd ever be able to speak to him again.

Was she making a mistake? Was she making a mistake trying to like him, to be with him to take her mind off the endless unrequited crush she seemed to have on Sawyer? Looking at it, she probably was making a mistake. But what to do, where to take this, what ever this was, she didn't know.

"Maybe I am making a mistake" she said tentatively, "And maybe I shouldn't be doing it" she replied putting her head in her hands. Really the way she had been acting recently she was nothing more than a common whore, she was no better than the girls who were a member of her mother's brothel. She suddenly realised she was disgusted with herself. "You're right, I'm just acting like one of my mother's employees" Employee? Well she wasn't sure what else to call them.

[naomi]

Miles wanted to hit his head on something. He gulped down the rest of the small bottle fast and threw it in the trash beside the table. He couldn't believe he just gave her this option. What the heck was he doing? She agreed with him and he might have just messed up a good thing. The best thing he could do was blame Charlotte for it. She's the one who told him her name. She's the one who was slowly screwing up his life.

He came and sat down on the bed giving her a bitter smile. "So that's it then?" He felt like he'd been robbed. He had been robbed. By his own conscience that swooped in and tried to take a good thing away from him. Why should he care if this idiot of a woman got hurt?