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xd , but still that could get dangerous

(( woah! i didnt even notice that claire had her baby yet! lol i'm not smart. i cant wait till claire really does have her baby! lol))

Sayid sat under the thin tarp on the edge of the camp, watching the setting sun, contemplating everything that had gone on that day. It still amazed him that Shannon would be joining him tonight where he slept, as he slept. The thought of another body beside him, close to him as he slept, her breath on his neck, his chest, wherever her head fell...he wanted her beside him now.

It had been too long since he'd felt the warmth of someone else in his bed(for lack of better words), sent a wave of comfort and contentment through him. Even if all they did was sleep, he was happy with the company, but somehow Shannon didn't seem to be the type who slept when sharing someone's bed, and Sayid knew for a fact that he wouldn't be the type to protest. The again when it came to Shannon, he wasn't the type to protest about much.

As if the thought of her had some supernatural pressence, Shannon's figure suddenly appeared, sillouhetted against the setting sun as she made her was slowly up the beach and towards where he sat, a soft sawy in her hips.

Tonight is going to be a very interesting night...

Heather wasn't that far behind them. Things were getting dark so getting to work would have to come later. That's alright. All that's really needed right now are dipers, and that would be easy to make but she would feel more comfortable with more light.
Heather went to her part of the caves and set things up. She really needs to make a real shelter. As she laid her head down to go to sleep, the image from that morning flowed into her mind. Like when you look at something for so long that that's what you see when you shut your eyes. She remembers the feeling she had. Like a threat was being made. But by who or what? You can never tell with this island.
Heather opens her eyes again. With the tarp hanging over her no one could see the pained look in her eyes. She remembered the feeling she had when she got on the plane. She would have taken any escuse to get off of it. But she also felt that she was needed. But what is there for her to do? Just sit around and watch the horrors take place around her? She had hoped for a clear image. Not just the dark feelings. Now she wishes that she never saw anything at all.

Hurley was kind enough to donate to my cause." He chuckled, pulling two reasonable large pieces of cooked boar from a folded cloth beside him. "He has been seeing Rousseau more frequently now, she seems to be in a more generous mood than when we first met."

"Well then that's good for us." As delicately as she could, Shannon plucked a small piece from the cloth and held it up to Sayid. "Here." She said, leaning closer. Sayid's lips turned up in a grin and he gently closed his lips around the proffered food, careful to let them touch Shannon's fingertips, his eyes on hers the whole time.

She felt a surge of warmth in her cheeks and hastily reached for another piece. The process was repeated with an added kiss pressed deliberately to the back of her hand.

Finaly, Leslie had done feeding. Claire placed back her shirt, put the rag on her shoulder and placed Leslie over it. She patted her back delicatly until she let out a small burp.
"That's a good girl"
Claire smiled and gave her daughter small kiss on the tip of her nose.

((sounds good to me... I'm not sure how to bring in Boone at the moment))