Lost Fic: Miles/Juliet (2) & Miles/Dan

[ozmissage]

Title: You Must Remember This
Pairing:  Miles/Juliet
Rating: R
Words: 1,037
A/N: Written for aurilly using the prompt “Drinking”.

Miles has woken up beside a lot of women he didn’t remember going to sleep with. Hazards of being young, horny, and drunk he supposes, but it’s been awhile. He’s been a little busy lately what with all the having grenades jammed in his mouth and time travelling. But since they landed in the seventies, it was bound to happen eventually, right? He just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Or with Juliet Burke.

***

He lies there as still as possible trying not to peek at the very naked, very hot woman snoring lightly beside him.

He lifts the sheet, hoping that he’s at least wearing boxers. Nope. Boxers gone, probably hanging out with Juliet’s underwear because hey, funny story…they’re gone too.

Fuck, he thinks.

It’s not that he minds having sex with Juliet. He’s sure it was awesome. It would just be nice to remember the events that led up to it…or you know the event itself. Cause he’s got nothing but a throbbing headache and a hazy memory of drinking a half a bottle of Dharma brand Tequila.

Then there’s the part where Jim is going to kick his ass. Okay, so they’re not officially dating, but the guy clearly has a thing for Juliet even if he’s not over that other chick with the freckles and she’s got a thing for him even if she won’t admit it and here’s Miles suddenly stuck in the middle of fucking Days of Our Lives: The Island Edition.

He rolls over on his stomach in one fluid motion, buries his face in his pillow, and groans miserably.

“Are you okay?” Juliet mumbles beside him and Miles jumps.

He turns his head slowly to find Juliet staring at him groggily, her lips turned up in a bemused smile.

“I’m just peachy. Do remember what the hell happened last night?”

Juliet laughs and then winces, rubbing at her temples.

“Sex, Miles. Sex happened.”

***

Turns out Juliet holds her liquor better than he does. Somehow this isn’t even a little bit surprising.

“So you came up to my room with a bottle of tequila?”

“Yes,” Juliet says.

“Just so we’re clear, this is all your fault.”

Juliet arches an eyebrow and Miles tries to focus on her face instead of the sheer amount of naked Juliet he can see through the sheet right now. Of all the things his brain decides not to remember, it had to choose hot sex. It couldn’t erase the flaming arrows? Just his luck it had to go and toss something good.

“So there was tequila, and then there was drinking…I remember doing shots.”

“We did shots. You told me you once had sex with a girl in a closet at a funeral home, I said that was disgusting and then you kissed me.”

“I don’t remember that.”

He does. Her lips were crazy soft and she tasted like cherries for some reason.

“Why did you taste like cherries?”

“Thought you didn’t remember that?”

“Shut up.”

“We ate half a bottle of Marciano cherries.”

“Dharma brand?”

“No Miles, Kroger brand. I bought them from the magical supermarket in the jungle.”

“Wow, I can really see why I had sex with you. Then what happened?”

Juliet rolls her eyes and leans back against the pillow.

“This.”

“Right,” Miles says slowly. “But this is the part I don’t remember.”

She shrugs apologetically.

“Was it good?” he asks.

“Not bad,” she says with a smirk. “I was drunk to you know.”

“Jim’s going to kill me.”

“Why would we tell him?”

Miles hadn’t thought of that option. He was probably already at work anyway. Miles had the day off, so the whole sleeping until noon thing wasn’t such a big deal. Juliet was off too, hence the liquor.

“That’s a good point.”

Juliet sits up again and begins tugging at the sheet, Miles tugs back.

“Hey!” she protests. Miles holds on.

“I’m naked under here,” he says.

“So am I,” she shoots back.

“This is stupid. We just had sex; I’ve already seen you naked, why the hell are we fighting over a sheet?”

Juliet looks thoughtful and then lets go, swings her legs out of bed and stands there completely naked in his room, in the middle of the afternoon. He would be lying if he didn’t say certain parts of his anatomy suddenly, miraculously recovered from their hangover.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Juliet laughs and he suddenly imagines his face doing that eye popping trick popularized by the Looney Tunes.

“It’s not fair,” he says petulantly.

“Miles you’re not four.”

“But we had sex. That’s probably only going to happen the one time and I can’t remember any of that,” he says gesturing at Juliet.

It’s times like these when he wishes he could read Juliet better, but it’s not easy when she can go from stoic to evil in the blink of an eye. She catches the corner of the sheet and jerks it off the bed before he even realizes what she’s doing, leaving Miles and all of his suddenly awake bits completely exposed.

Then she laughs.

“I don’t remember any of that either,” she says between giggles.

So there they are. Completely naked, talking about sex that they can’t remember and Miles should be embarrassed, he should tell her to get out of his room, he should stay as far away from her and this as possible because it’s going to get complicated and let’s face it it’s 1973, things are complicated enough as it is.

But he doesn’t do anything he should do; he does something he wants to do.

He kisses her.

This time she tastes like morning, stale liquor, and day old cherries. He doesn’t care.

“One for the road?” he asks, trying to look as charming as a half-asleep, hung-over naked guy can.

She sighs and glances towards the door. Miles tugs at her hand, trying to hold her attention.

“Come on, you know you’re curious…”

She shakes her head, but she’s smiling.

“What the hell. But you better make this one memorable because we’re not going again.”

“I can do that.”

***

Turns out: sex with Juliet Burke? Fucking awesome.

And they totally did it again.



Title: The Magic Spot
Pairing: Miles/Juliet
Rating: R (sex)
Words: 271
A/N: Written for phelipa using the prompt “sensitive spots”.

She’s got a spot. He finds this endlessly amusing.

She’s so stoic, so calm and steady, and sometimes scary like when he eats the last of the Dharma-O’s and puts the empty box back in the cabinet and gets rewarded with the kind of stare that would make lesser men fall on their knees and beg for forgiveness.

He usually just smirks so he can watch the muscles in her jaw twitch when she tries not to smile. Unless she’s really pissed, then he grovels.

No one knows they’re doing this, fucking like bunnies in the middle of the afternoon. Jim, Dan, Jin---they’re all too busy moping about the chicks that aren’t there to see the one that is and that’s fine by Miles. Seems to be pretty okay with Juliet too, even though she’s cursing his name at the moment.

“Fuck, Miles,” she mutters again as he let’s the tips of his fingers graze the underside of her knee. She hates this and loves it, and he sure as hell likes doing it. He blows softly against the skin there, making her groan.

Miles laughs, runs his tongue over her soft skin, she tastes salty and warm. He lets his hand roam upwards until he finds another sweet spot and her breath catches in her throat.

“You ready to get this show on the road, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Just shut up and get to work,” she replies sternly.

Miles tries to look innocent as he lets his nails rake across the underside of her knee one more time before he turns his attention (and his lips) to new terrain.



Title: A Knight in Shining Whatever
Pairing: Miles/Daniel
Rating: PG-13
Words: 742
A/N: Written for toestastegood using the prompts hand holding and protectiveness.

He’s just so fucking sad, walking around hippie town like a ghost. He’s an easy target, like the fat kid in high school who sits in the front row, head bent over a book. Phil and his lackeys might as well be in high school, idiot assholes that they are.

Miles shouldn’t care; it’s not his problem, nothing to him. But it’s Dan, babbling, nervous, twitchy Daniel Faraday and it’s just the two of them now, like they’re the last two survivors of some crappy horror flick entitled Freighter of Fear or some shit.

The point is he ends up slamming Phil against the wall of the Dharma rec room and tries not to wince when his fist connects with the guy’s face.

Phil slides down the wall, holding his split lip, bright, red blood oozing down his chin.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Straume?”

Miles kneels down in front him, making damn sure that Phil is paying attention.

“Let me make myself clear, you don’t talk to Daniel Faraday unless it’s to say good morning buddy, hope you have an abso-fucking-lutely awesome day. No more screwing with him, no more nicknames, no more laughing behind his back or I will kick your ass, understand?”

Phil juts his chin out, trying to look defiant and pissy, so Miles grabs his shirt and pulls him up so they’re both standing again and Miles is thankful suddenly that Phil is just as short as he is, helps with the intimidation factor.

“Don’t make me angry Phil, you won’t like me when I’m angry,” Miles says with a straight face, the beauty of time travel is you can use all the badass quotes you want and every asshole you slam against a wall will think you’re badass enough to come up with this shit on the spot.

“Whatever, man,” Phil says, but his voice is shaking. Miles nods and lets go of Phil’s shirt.

“Good call, buddy.”

***

Dan’s sprawled on the porch swing, notebook in hand when Miles gets home.

“Hey Dan,” he calls and Dan looks up, flashes him a faint smile before turning back to whatever complicated mad scientist scribbling he’s working on today.

Miles sighs and taps Dan’s legs signaling for him to move, Dan obliges but the bright purple bruise spreading across Miles’s knuckles must have caught his attention because Daniel reaches out and takes Miles’s hand in his own.

Miles’s first instinct is to pull away, but Dan is surprisingly strong for a guy who weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet. And if Miles is being honest(which he prefers not to be thank you very much) it feels kind of nice to let Daniel Faraday hold his hand…okay, examine it, but still it’s pretty close to holding.

“What happened?” Dan asks softly, holding Dan’s bruised hand gingerly in his own.

“Phil pissed me off,” Miles replies carefully. He’s pretty sure Dan wouldn’t be too happy to find out that he was beating people up for picking on him. Kind of makes it sound like Dan’s a defenseless little kid who needs his big brother to fight his battles. Not that Miles thinks of himself as Dan’s brother.

“Doesn’t Phil always piss you off?”

“I got tired of reinforcing bad behavior.”

“Ah…” Dan says, as if he understands. He lets go of Miles’s hand and Miles feels the smallest pang of regret somewhere deep in his chest. “You should put some ice on that...for the swelling.”

Miles nods and gets to his feet. His hand is on the knob when he hears

Phil’s voice behind him.

“Good morning, buddy! Hope you have an awesome day!”

Miles turns and glares at Phil warningly and the guy hurries away. Dan quirks an eyebrow in Miles’s direction suddenly looking awfully suspicious for a guy who barely notices the walls in front of him most of the time.

“I think you may have hit him too hard…it’s evening. It is evening isn’t it?”

Dan looks towards the sky for confirmation.

“He’ll be fine,” Miles says flexing his hand. It’s starting to ache.
Daniel gets up and joins Miles at the door.

“Come on, I’ll help you find some ice,” he says, reaching down to take Miles’s hand again.

Miles grins because this time there’s definite holding involved and Dan’s smiling for once, not just half-smiling, like actual I’m-actually-here-on-this-planet-instead-of-mourning-myself-to-death smiling. And Miles for one, counts that as a win.

“Thanks, man,” Miles says.



Comments

[primarycolors92.livejournal.com]

YES. Yes yes yes! Also, awwww!

<3 x 1,000,000!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Heh. Thank you so much! :)

[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

....

Sorry, I need a moment after that Miles/Juliet. Both of them. And them doing it again.

You have a gift - don't ever stop writing them :)

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Heh. Aww, thank you so much!

I never will, I swear. They're like S/J only without the angst and there's MILES. Sorry, but I always think of him in caps. ;)

[lost-in-leung.livejournal.com]

WOW--all I can say is WOW! I can totally see this happening. Very sexy, very erotic, very good! Keep up the excellent work!!!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! :)

[iwaspregnant.livejournal.com]

I just wanna say: In the rp I'm in, sometimes we talk about what's happened int he background of the characters we play. The person who plays Juliet brought up how Miles and Jules probably had a drunken fling one night.

And we see now that you've written it, and we bow to you for making our half-assed notions a reality.