Title: Healing Touch Author escapist_art Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Disclaimer: Lost is not mine, neither are Charlie nor Desmond. Characters: Charlie/Desmond Author's Note: Drabble based on the prompt, "Whisper", written for Lost Squee.
Alone in the dense forest, Charlie leaned his back against a tree, his head hanging between his hunched shoulders as hot tears streamed down over his face. Hopes shattered, heart rent, the sobs racking him were silent, like the warm hand that gently gripped his shoulder. He didn't need to raise his eyes to know that it was the Scot; the only person who had ever made him feel worthy; and he launched at Desmond, clinging to him like his life depended on it. Whispering against his neck with hot breath, he trembled, his voice hitching with emotion, "Touch me."