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Jin has been ushered out of the room and his bedroll kicked under the bed. The room has been cleaned and one of the nightstands converted to small table. There's a bottle of wine and a serving plate holding a fancy French chicken dish he can't remember the name of. Sawyer has shaved, showered, and dressed.

Now comes the waiting.

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"Yeah."

A long silence. "You have any plans for after dinner?"

"Ideas, maybe," she admits softly. "But no, not any plans."

He grins. "Ideas are good."

A slow, lazy smile spreads across her face. "You planned this evening. I wouldn't want to step on any toes or anything with my ideas."

He shrugs. "All I was really focused on was gettin' you here; anything else'd just be icin' on the cake."

She looks first at his bed and then at the door. "When will Jin be back?"

"Not anytime soon if he knows what's ggod for him."

"We can't just leave him out there!" she laughs.

"It's his own damn fault for not gettin' his own room."

"Sawyer," she shakes her head and rummages around in her purse for her room key and something to write a note on. "Do you have any tape?"

"Hang on, let me check."

He walks into his bathroom and rummage around a bit before walking out with a Band-Aid. "Closest thing I've got."

"It'll work," she grins and uses the band-aid to attach the key to a post-it note. She then writes '419' and draws a smiley face on it so Jin will know it's from her.

"He'll understand this, won't he?" she asks as she stands and walks toward the door.

"Sure, why not?" He's already pulling his tie off. Cocky bastard.

She disappears for a moment as she fixes the key to the door carefully, and then steps back into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"You started without me," she pouts as she crosses the room to stand in front of him. And he is a cocky bastard, but considering how her breathing is already uneven just from watching him remove his tie, it's probably justified.

He chuckles. "Feel free to catch up."

She crosses her arms over her stomach to grab hold of her shirt and pauses in mid-lift. "Should we be taking this slow?"

"Oh hell no."

A beat.

"... tease."

"Just checking," she grins and finishes pulling the shirt over her head. A second later he has a semi-naked Claire wrapped around his neck as she peppers kisses along his jaw.

"I am not a tease."

He catches her mouth with his and kisses her as he pulls her down on the bed on top of him.

"Prove it..."

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