crossing_lostrp | [Daisy] A Woman With A Mission

Who: Daisy
Where: The Staff, Room I
When: Day 21, Evening
Invited: Private: Locke
Status: Complete [Closed] (Again--this time for sure!)

Daisy spent a long time in the shower. Not as long as she'd have liked--she didn't want to wrinkle up--but quite a while, luxuriating in plentiful hot water and the array of bath products she'd acquired. Most were looted from the luggage of Flight 815, but a few items had been "liberated" following the capture of the medical facility.

A delightful herbal shampoo. A very expensive conditioner; it wasn't really worth what it would have cost to buy, but since it was free Daisy was happy to use it. Then it was time for some liquid soap, a loofah sponge, and a pumice stone for the callouses on her feet. A brand new disposable razor for her legs. Clean, fresh towels to dry off, followed by an expensive lotion that was worth the price, and a luxurious bathrobe someone had stolen from a hotel in Sydney.

Daisy wiped steam from the mirror with a towel and studied her reflection. The circles under her eyes had disappeared, she was relieved to see. She could use a haircut but in the absence of a barber, she'd have to make do with a good brushing. She filed her nails and considered painting them but decided against it. Then she only had to decide on which outfit hanging by the door she would wear. Then a little perfume, and she was ready.

By the time Daisy stepped out into the corridor, she was as gorgeous as it was humanly possible to be, if she did say so herself. Daisy sauntered through the hallway smiling at those she passed. A shrill wolf whistle came from behind her.

Daisy turned. Ash was standing in the open doorway of a room. "Looking good, Daisy," he said.

"Feeling good, Ash," Daisy said with a laugh as she turned away.

"I'll bet you do," Ash muttered.

Then Daisy was standing in front of the door to the room she shared with John. She opened the door and stepped inside. "Hey there, sailor," she said to her lover. "Looking for a good time?"

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Locke closed "subject B"'s -- Daisy's -- file folder with a sigh. After placing the copy of The Art of War he'd found elsewhere in the bunker on top of the folder, Locke pushed the desk chair back and rubbed his eyes. Although most of the medical jargon was over his head, Locke understood a good portion of what Daisy's torturers were doing from context. The men and women were truly vile, and Locke was angered by what he read. What surprised him was his reaction to that anger. It wasn't the impotent rage like he'd felt -- and continued to feel to a small degree -- toward his father. That had gnawed at his soul, consuming the few good things he'd managed to attain. (Helen. I hope she's well. I hope she's happy.)

His anger with the DHARMA scientists was more akin to outrage. It rose up, flared, and soon dissapated. Locke wondered why that was. (Maybe it's because we've got them. Some of them. Or maybe it's because Daisy's moving on.) Whatever the reason, Locke was grateful.

A muffled wolf whistle carried down the hall, followed by the clicking of a woman's high heels. (Daisy,) Locke grinned. She'd left the room an hour ago with a mischevious smile and swaying her hips. Her ambrosia scent preceeded her into the room.

"Hey there, sailor," Daisy purred. Somehow she made the act of standing in a doorway sensual. "Looking for a good time?"

Locke was already on his feet and walking up to her. "I think a good time found me," he grinned. He slid one arm down her back, savoring her combination of smoothness, firmness, and softness. She put her arms around his neck as he lifted her off of her feet, supporting her with his arm under her buttocks. She nibbled his ear as he closed the door, then leaned against it. He murmured against her neck, "What sort of good time do you have in mind?"

"Well," Daisy said softly, keeping her mouth close enough to John's ear that her lips caressed it as she spoke. "I thought that first we'd have a drink together."

"There's a bottle and two glasses in the bottom drawer of the dresser," she continued. Daisy unlaced her fingers and caressed his shoulders for a moment before sliding them down his torso and then around behind him to pull him hard against her.

Daisy gasped at the feel of his erection against her and shamelessly ground herself against him for a moment. Her breathing became erratic and she lost her focus for a moment. "Where was I?" she asked John.

"You--" John's voice was thick as well. "You mentioned...mentioned drinks," he said.

"Yes, drinks," Daisy agreed. She nipped at his ear and smiled in satisfaction as the shiver she produced. "And then dancing."

"Dancing?" John asked in a distracted voice. He lowered his head to lay kisses along her neck. Daisy gasped and giggled, aroused and tickled simultaneously. She slapped her hands against the door at her back, forcing herself not to tear at his clothes.

"Yes..." Daisy said. "Dancing. You know what they--oh God," she said as John bit at her neck. She could feel the curve of his lips in a smile.

He ceased biting her and raised his head enough to ask, "They what?"

"You know what they say...about dancing," Daisy said. She was proud of herself for speaking in a calm, measured voice.

"No," John said. One of his strong hands slid down her side and then down over her hip, as far as he could reach, then began gathering the fabric of her dress. "What do they say about dancing?" he asked.

"That it's..." Daisy paused, her attention focused on his fingertips. John's hand slid beneath the fabric of the dress to caress her bare thigh. "That it's the v-vertical expression of a horizontal wish."

"Is that what they say?" John murmurred. Daisy whimpered, desperate for his touch, frustrated and eager and when exactly had she lost control of the scene? "Interesting," he went on. "And then?"

"And then," Daisy said, "I was--was hoping that you'd make love to me all night."

Will reply tomorrow. Sorry for the delay!

[Daisy] A Woman With A Mission

[Locke] The luckiest man on Earth

[Daisy] The luckiest man on Earth

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