The Start of a Holiday Romance - Heroes/Lost - Elle/Shannon
Title: The Start of a Holiday Romance
Pairing: Elle/Shannon
Word Count: 369
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Elle and Shannon have been circling each other at the pool for weeks now.
They've been staying at the same resort for a week now, and neither has said a word to the other. Elle doesn't even know the girl's name. No, not girl. Woman. With that those knowing eyes and those gorgeous hips she is definitely a woman. Elle slips from her icy-cold soda through a neon yellow straw, lying by the pool and waiting for the other woman to appear.
Elle doesn't know why she's bothering to sunbathe. She never tans, not properly, and there are a thousand other more exciting activities she could be doing with her week off. But when the woman appears, clad in her bikini, sandals, and little else, Elle's lips smile around her straw - and she thinks that this is definitely enough excitement for one week.
She's never been particularly into women, but she's never been particularly into men either: she's an equal opportunity kinda gal. This woman… Elle thinks that she'd transcend any notions of sexuality anyway.
And today's the day, she's decided. Screw social niceties and flirting and all the rest of that crap. Elle only has one day of her holiday left. She places her glass down and stands up from her sun lounger, walking around the glittering blue pool to the other side of it.
She stands in front of the other woman, casting a dark shadow over her face when she's just got herself settled. The woman groans and opens her eyes, before an uncertain smile twitches on her lips when she sees who has disturbed her. Elle wonders who it was she'd suspected at first - and she decides that she's going to find out before the end of the day. She's going to find out everything.
Starting with her goddamn name.
"Nice shoes," she says, without looking at them. "I'm Elle."
The woman sits up, resting on her elbows. Her blue eyes meet Elle's thoughtfully, and her small smile stretches into something broader. "I'm Shannon," she says. "Took you long enough to come over here."
Shannon.
Elle sits down next to her newest best friend and gets ready to talk shoes, shopping and sex: she's determined that today is going to be the best day of her holiday so far.
Pairing: Elle/Shannon
Word Count: 369
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Elle and Shannon have been circling each other at the pool for weeks now.
They've been staying at the same resort for a week now, and neither has said a word to the other. Elle doesn't even know the girl's name. No, not girl. Woman. With that those knowing eyes and those gorgeous hips she is definitely a woman. Elle slips from her icy-cold soda through a neon yellow straw, lying by the pool and waiting for the other woman to appear.
Elle doesn't know why she's bothering to sunbathe. She never tans, not properly, and there are a thousand other more exciting activities she could be doing with her week off. But when the woman appears, clad in her bikini, sandals, and little else, Elle's lips smile around her straw - and she thinks that this is definitely enough excitement for one week.
She's never been particularly into women, but she's never been particularly into men either: she's an equal opportunity kinda gal. This woman… Elle thinks that she'd transcend any notions of sexuality anyway.
And today's the day, she's decided. Screw social niceties and flirting and all the rest of that crap. Elle only has one day of her holiday left. She places her glass down and stands up from her sun lounger, walking around the glittering blue pool to the other side of it.
She stands in front of the other woman, casting a dark shadow over her face when she's just got herself settled. The woman groans and opens her eyes, before an uncertain smile twitches on her lips when she sees who has disturbed her. Elle wonders who it was she'd suspected at first - and she decides that she's going to find out before the end of the day. She's going to find out everything.
Starting with her goddamn name.
"Nice shoes," she says, without looking at them. "I'm Elle."
The woman sits up, resting on her elbows. Her blue eyes meet Elle's thoughtfully, and her small smile stretches into something broader. "I'm Shannon," she says. "Took you long enough to come over here."
Shannon.
Elle sits down next to her newest best friend and gets ready to talk shoes, shopping and sex: she's determined that today is going to be the best day of her holiday so far.