@forwardmoved sent a shoulder / neck kiss
he’d been gone for six days — and each one had felt like a lifetime. shannon sits here now , the lantern casting uncertain shadows in their tent as sayid presses a soft kiss to her shoulder first , then the nape of her neck. like that will distract her from the damage of six days. the discolored skin around one of his wrists , bruises and scrapes littering nearly every part of his body , and , most jarring of all , the bullet wound on his arm. all of them , he seems to ignore , favoring her sun-kissed skin instead — but it’s all she can see. usually , so eager to melt into his touch , her eyes are glued to stitches on his upper arm and she’s stiff against his softness. “ you’re lucky it isn’t infected , ” her words are hard , a mask built up over the endless worry that had eaten away at her while he was on his mission to find jack. “ or that one-eyed soviet freak would have finished the job. ”
