whoever said three's a crowd never had an orgy (shannon/nikki) pg13
title: whoever said three's a crowd never had an orgy
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): shannon/nikki
rating: pg13
word count: 248
prompt: hydrogen for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 22/30)
spoilers: if you know of nikki's existence you're pretty much good
summary: "we should play a game."
Shannon can’t be certain, but she’s fairly sure time moves slower here. The hours crawl by, not like a teething baby, but like a doomed, duplicitous mobster shot in the back, going down like the Hindenburg.
She has her ways of passing the exsanguinating seconds, minutes, hours. She closes her eyes and imagines the Alps, pretending it’s snow, not sand, shifting beneath her. Bitter cold instead of searing heat. Not that she’d ever vacationed there. Sabrina, well… let’s just say she wasn’t too keen on the idea of carting her stepdaughter around on her romantic trip for two. And really, what was a woman to do after her two sisters got trapped under a falling house and melted by a red shoe-wearing tramp? Sabrina had to amuse herself somehow.
Part of Shannon wants to stake a torch in the sand and shout “beach orgy in my tent, five minutes” down the encampment, just to see who would show up. And, as an added bonus, maybe she’ll get some sex out of it. Win-win all around.
“I’m so bored,” Nikki’s whiny voice echoes from the tanning towel next to hers. “We should play a game.”
She would have laughed if the statement wasn’t so damned sad.
“Like what?” she scoffs, “Twister?”
Nikki’s expression flashes devious.
“Something like that.”
Their faces are mirrors of leering invitation and, well, if she’s being honest with herself, flushed horniness.
Maybe an orgy would be a bit greedy after all. Moderation, and all that.
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): shannon/nikki
rating: pg13
word count: 248
prompt: hydrogen for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 22/30)
spoilers: if you know of nikki's existence you're pretty much good
summary: "we should play a game."
Shannon can’t be certain, but she’s fairly sure time moves slower here. The hours crawl by, not like a teething baby, but like a doomed, duplicitous mobster shot in the back, going down like the Hindenburg.
She has her ways of passing the exsanguinating seconds, minutes, hours. She closes her eyes and imagines the Alps, pretending it’s snow, not sand, shifting beneath her. Bitter cold instead of searing heat. Not that she’d ever vacationed there. Sabrina, well… let’s just say she wasn’t too keen on the idea of carting her stepdaughter around on her romantic trip for two. And really, what was a woman to do after her two sisters got trapped under a falling house and melted by a red shoe-wearing tramp? Sabrina had to amuse herself somehow.
Part of Shannon wants to stake a torch in the sand and shout “beach orgy in my tent, five minutes” down the encampment, just to see who would show up. And, as an added bonus, maybe she’ll get some sex out of it. Win-win all around.
“I’m so bored,” Nikki’s whiny voice echoes from the tanning towel next to hers. “We should play a game.”
She would have laughed if the statement wasn’t so damned sad.
“Like what?” she scoffs, “Twister?”
Nikki’s expression flashes devious.
“Something like that.”
Their faces are mirrors of leering invitation and, well, if she’s being honest with herself, flushed horniness.
Maybe an orgy would be a bit greedy after all. Moderation, and all that.