The LOST Writers' Island

She couldn't remember when she fell asleep.  They made love over and over until both were too tired to do any more than kiss and touch.  And then they did that until they fell asleep in each other's arms.  At some point, he briefly whispered that he needed to leave before morning, but Princess Claire would have none of it.  She was going to spend this night in the arms of the man she loved no matter what.  Desmond gave in easily not actually wanting to leave himself.  He didn't sleep though.  He spent the rest of the night holding her and caressing her hair.  He was worried about having to leave her for a month and wanted to memorize every tiny detail that he loved about the beautiful angel lying in his arms.

Shortly before dawn, Desmond whispered her name.  "Claire, wake up," he said, nudging her soft body gently.

She moaned something in response and snuggled closer, shutting her eyes tight against the reality she knew she had to face.

Desmond nudged her again, but got no response.  He didn't want to leave without telling her goodbye, but knew he had to leave before the rest of the castle woke up.  He pondered how to best wake her up until an idea popped into his head with a smirk.  Desmond moved out of her arms and laid her gently on her back.  He moved down her body, pushing the sheet further down as he went, feasting his eyes on Claire's beautiful body and her soft curves.  His hands trailed along her skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.  She shifted and sighed, but didn't wake up.

He moved until his chin was resting on her upper thigh, his mouth beginning to water slightly at the thought of what he was about to do.  His hand moved up to stroke her soft curls, drawing another sleepy moan from her body.  His grin widdened as he leaned down and began to kiss those curls with his lips.

Her moan grew louder and her body reacted, moving against him.  Desmond continued to kiss and nuzzle as he heard a soft whimper leave her lips.  His eyes moved up to see her face, she was still mostly asleep, but was beginning to come around.  He got a wicked grin and watched her face as he used his fingers to spread her nether lips before giving her most feminine parts one long, slow lick.

Claire's eyes shot open and she gasped for air.  She looked down at him and moaned, "Oh God, Des!"

His grin grew more wicked as he licked her again and again, his tongue lapping against her slick folds then moving to circle her already throbbing clit.  His tongue slid inside of her depths, swirling and twirling, sending her straight into oblivion.

Claire writhed against his mouth, moaning and whimpering as her fingers curled the sheets below her in both hands.  She could feel her orgasm building and building as he continued to love her with his mouth.

Desmond's fingers replaced his tongue as his mouth moved to her sensitive nub and began to suck softly.

Claire cried out, her body giving into the waves of passion washing over her as she clenched around his fingers and came.  "Desmond!" she panted.

He continued his sucking and licking, drinking down everything she had to give, until she slowly drifted back down from her high.  Slowly raising his head, he licked his lips and grinned at her, his look purely predatory.  He wasn't done with his Claire yet.  "Good Morning," he rasped as he moved back up her body.

She shuttered from the sparks his look sent through her body.  "Good Morning yourself.  You certainly know how to wake a lady up," she said with a satisfied grin.

"Aye," he said with a wink as his mouth neared her breast.

Claire gasped as he took first her nipple and then a large amount of her breast into his mouth and began to suck.  "Ohhhh..." came her shaky moan.  She could feel his hardness pressed against her thigh and shifted slightly, just enough so she could ease her hand down and wrap it around his warm length, sliding it slowly up and down his shaft.

"Claire..." he moaned, his voice ragged as he moved to kiss her mouth.  His kisses were hot and passionate, causing her hand to move faster down his length.  It wasn't long before Desmond couldn't take it any more.  He pulled her hand away from his manhood as he pressed up against her entrance with a moan.

Claire shifted her hips, begging him to take her just as he slid into her depths, causing her to let out a loud gasp.

Desmond froze.  "Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

Claire smiled up at him.  "No, you didn't hurt me...please...please don't stop," she begged moving her hips against him.

Desmond smiled down at her.  "I love you Starlight," he whispered as he slid into her depths with a low growl.

"Oh Des...I love you too," she moaned.  Her body arched upward as she took him in deeper and deeper still.  She rocked against him, touching and tasting, a fine film of sweat covering both their bodies.  Time seemed to stop around them, leaving the two lovers to enjoy each other's touch for seemingly endless moments until finally Claire felt an explosion of pleasure deep inside of her.  She cried out, her hands gripping his strong upper arms as her internal muscles squeezed him tightly over and over again, sending him over the edge as well.  "Desmond!"

"Claire...oh God....Claire," Desmond rasped as he felt himself begin to pulse inside of her. 

They kissed and touched and loved long after they had both come down from their orgasmic highs.  Claire was wrapped happily in Desmond's arms, soft purrs escaping her lips as she snuggled against him.

He held her tight against his chest as he watched the sun slowly rise through her window.  Desmond let out a sigh and kissed her temple.  "I have to leave lass.  I don't want you getting in any more trouble than you're already in."  He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes.  "I have to board your father's boat shortly."

Claire sat up, tears gathering in her eyes.  "I can't stand it Desmond.  I don't want you to leave.  Let's run away...far away from here."

"Claire I can't do that," he said softly, sitting up to hold her in his strong, muscular arms.  "I have to do this for you and for me.  Then when I'm back, maybe your father will understand what lengths I am willing to go to for you and just how much I love you."  He kissed her softly, allowing the kiss to get deeper and more heated before finally pulling away.  "I love you Claire and I promise I'll be back for you."

Claire kissed him back softly then quietly climbed out of bed, slipping on her gown and then turning to help Desmond into his clothes.  "I'm holding you to that promise, you know that don't you?" she asked with a sniffle.

Desmond smiled at her and kissed her again.  "I hope with all my heart that you do Starlight."

They made their way to the balcony and Desmond kissed her one last time, long and slow, before climbing back down to the ground.  He climbed part way down and then jumped, landing with a soft thud.  He blew a kiss back up to his loving Princess.  "I love you Princess Claire."

"I love you, Desmond, my love."  Claire called out, smiling down at him, still warm and tingly from their earlier lovemaking.

Just as Desmond began to walk away Claire gasped as her brother stepped out of the shadows and blocked Desmond's path.  "Well...well...well..." Jack sneered looking from his sister back to the hired help.  "Seems my sister is every bit the cheap whore I suspected she had become."  Prince Jack turned to glare at his sister and was caught off guard by Desmond's flying fist connecting hard with his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Don't you ever, EVER call her that again!  Claire's a hundred times the person you are you jackass!" Desmond loomed over him.  He reached down and grabbed Jack's shirt, yanking him to his feet.  "You had best leave your sister alone while I'm gone or believe me there will be hell to pay, you bloody twit."  And with that Desmond let go of Jack's shirt, sending him tumbling back to the ground.

Jack stood up and dusted himself off.  "Have a good trip," he spat at Desmond, turning to glare at his sister before stomping inside.  "I'll make sure you never come back," Jack mumbled under his breath.

Claire watched him stomp away and shook her head before turning back to Desmond.  "Be careful please, my luv."

"I will, I promise, Starlight," he said smiling at her one last time before turning to leave.

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The next two weeks found Claire antsy and nervous, pacing the floor and worrying about Desmond.  She leaned heavily on both her mother and Princess Kate for support.  While the Queen felt like she had to support her husband's decision, she also loved her daughter and understood the prediciment her heart was in.  In fact, she understood it far more than Claire would ever know.

One afternoon, Claire and Kate were in one of the smaller sitting rooms, discussing the latest gossip that Princess Kate had heard out and about.  Suddenly, Prince Jack burst into the room, wearing an evil smirk on his face.  "I have terrible news my sister," he said, his voice sounding like the news was happy rather than sad.  "Seems Father's cargo boat was attacked by pirates, killing everyone on board."

His smirk grew even larger.  "Guess that means you'll be marrying Prince Richard after all.  And Princess Kate..." he added turning to face Claire's friend.  "Sounds like it shall be a double wedding."  Jack's smirk grew into an ugly grin and he let out a small laugh. 

Claire was in shock, her mind was reeling.  Her Desmond...her prescious Desmond...  She felt faint and sick, but she had enough presence of mind to step toward Jack and slap him as hard as she could, leaving a red hand print on his cheek. 

Jack rubbed his sore jaw and glared at them both.  "Enjoy your pain, whore."  He turned to stomp out of the room, but was caught by Kate's hand slapping the other cheek hard. 

"It will be a cold day in hell when I marry you, you pompous ass."

He caught Kate's wrist hard but let it go when he heard voices drawing closer.  "You'll pay for that."  Jack strode out of the room angrily just as his Mother entered.

"Mother," Claire said running to her.  "Is it true...is he really dead?"

"I'm afraid so my darling.  There were no survivors," Carole said reaching out for her daughter.

Claire's face grew white as a sheet and her legs gave way, sending her falling into her Mother's arms unconscious.  Poor Claire had fainted from grief and shock.