Oh! Oh! I have finished a fic! Look at me and my baaad self!

Ahem.

Sorry about that...

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Charlie had been aching to kiss Claire for so long.

He wanted to kiss her that first moment his eyes found that beautiful face of hers on their first night on the island. He remembered when she caught his eye, sitting alone on a piece of wreckage. A wild, thrilling feeling rushed through him, like that first hit of drugs multiplied by thousands. Somewhere in the madness he found a little voice practically screaming, "Kiss her! Kiss her!" He hadn't the vaguest idea where that unexpected urge came from. He thought passively that perhaps the drugs were beginning to get to him. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

He wanted to kiss her that afternoon she fainted as he sat watching over her sleeping form. Looking down upon her sweet, fair face, so peaceful but helpless, he could barely breathe. The way her full lips curved into a soft half-smile as she slept filled him with the overwhelming urge to meet them with his own. Again, he didn't know why he wanted this. But this time it felt so very right. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

He wanted to kiss her that day he brought her the imaginary peanut butter. The way she smiled when she saw him, the joy behind her eyes was immensely gratifying. He couldn't imagine any better high than seeing her happy because of him. He knew that from that moment on, he would stop at nothing to feel the way he did when he made her smile. She was like his new drug of choice – but this time everything was different. The aftermath was love instead of pain. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

He wanted to kiss her that moment in the jungle just before they got kidnapped. The moment he realized he was in love with her. The look on her face as she felt the baby kick. The feel of her hand on his as she let him feel as well. He had singled that one instance out in his head as the moment he knew he loved her – it was undeniable. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

He wanted to kiss her that day Danielle took baby Aaron away. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything would be all right. He wanted to comfort her and let her cry on his shoulder. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

He wanted to kiss her now. Now as they sat alone on the shore, letting the tide wash up over their feet. They sat in a sweet and loving silence, content in knowing that Aaron was safe and with Sun. The warm presence of Claire next to him made Charlie feel that same amazing, familiar feeling.

But as he sat there wanting to kiss her, something happened.

He did.