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So this is the story I wrote for hollabee, who requested” ideally a slash fiction
but a shannon/boone one will do just fine!" for lostvalentines .I tried to work in both of her requests and used cruel intentions as the love story. I hope it's not too bad.
Two of a Kind
pg13,maybe r for dirty words
Pairings: Shannon/Boone Boone/Jack
Shannon likes to watch people, and here on the island it’s not as if there is cable. She knows, usually just by looking, what face she should present, what buttons to push, to get exactly what she wants. It’s easy for her to move people around like chess pawns, and it’s easy for Boone as well, though he won’t admit it. They are two of kind even if he says he has changed.
After a few days on the island, once things have calmed down, she decides it’s time to play. She loves her games, and just because the plane has crashed doesn’t mean that there’s not fun to be had. After all, the show must go on.
********
The first one she plays with is Charlie. It’s almost too easy but it gets Boone’s attention, which is exactly what she wants.
“Why are you doing this, Shan? You can’t just mess with people’s lives here. Why don’t you leave him alone? It’s not like you actually care about him.” Boone says, his voice rough, accusatory.
They are standing so close, his hand on her arm, gripping tightly. She remembers Sydney, he was gentle, loving, but she doesn’t want that, she wants his fire, all of him .And soon she would have it.
“So I have your attention, do I? I’ll leave Charlie alone if you agree to a bet with me. It’s a simple contest, see that can get fucked sooner on Craphole Island. I pick who you have to screw and you pick mine. And it can be anyone.” She talks to him as she always has. The tone is mocking and seductive somehow at the same time.
“If I win, I can do whatever and whoever I want, while here and once home you will not breathe a word to Sabrina about Sydney and I get half of your trust fund. And if you win, I will stay away from all the other guys, and pitch in, confess my misdeeds once home and you will have me any place, any time you want.” She says the last sentence close to his ear so that her breath tickles him and her voice dips low so that he knows exactly what she wants to do to him.
He lets go of her arm and launches into a speech about how you can’t just mess with people’s lives, and how he’s a good person now, and how this is not the time for things like that, these people are not the type to play around with, to mess with their feelings, and above everything else why would he agree to such a thing?
She smiles at this and places a finger on his lips. She leans forward and looks straight into those beautiful eyes, whispers, “Because Boone, when have you ever been able to tell me no?”
***********
He agrees, she knew he would. She knows how to play him, how to play every one.
Her target is Sayid. She thinks that it probably could have been worse and she could be stuck trying to seduce the creepy bald guy. Sayid’s not bad looking, and the man does have a certain charm to him.
When coming up with this game she thought long and hard about who to choose for Boone. A lot of the castaways ha were not even good enough for Boone to look at , let alone fuck. If Claire wasn’t pregnant ,she would have been a possibility , but there was a chance Boone might acutely fall for the blonde. Shannon would have enjoyed watching Boone and Sawyer go at it like bunnies, but there was a chance that Sawyer may have just kicked the crap out of him instead, which would not have been as enjoyable. She finally decided on Jack. The man was uptight with a hero complex the size of Texas and would probably not allow himself to be laid the whole entire time on the island . So he was perfect. The bet was hers and so was Boone.
She should have known Boone always screwed up everything.
**********
Things were not going as well as they should have been. Sayid was being a perfect gentleman, determined to take things slow as not to hurt her.
Shannon started to notice the way Jack would look at Boone or the small little touches that seemed familiar in a way they should have. The worst thing was that Boone would return the looks and touches.
He was hers, not Jack’s. She would not lose him to some doctor with a stick shoved up his ass.
She followed them one afternoon and discovered Boone had won the bet. She watched the sight before as realization dawned upon her, she had lost more than the bet.
She had always thought that Boone only thought that he was in love with her. It was a lie that was so perfect that even he believed it. The nice guy was an act, and the guy who would sleep with some yuppie bimbo just because he could was the real Boone. That he was just like her and could use people like toys. Play with them , break them, whatever, but at the end of the day you had had your fun and that was all that mattered. That he would realize that after this little wager and he wouldn’t call her useless and they would fuck and play with people and not give a damn about what was really happening.
He wasn’t her , though. He had loved her. Loved being the key word. Past tense because now he loves someone else. And she feels some thing she had never felt before, pain.
The bet was over and she had lost.
So this is the story I wrote for hollabee, who requested” ideally a slash fiction
but a shannon/boone one will do just fine!" for lostvalentines .I tried to work in both of her requests and used cruel intentions as the love story. I hope it's not too bad.
Two of a Kind
pg13,maybe r for dirty words
Pairings: Shannon/Boone Boone/Jack
Shannon likes to watch people, and here on the island it’s not as if there is cable. She knows, usually just by looking, what face she should present, what buttons to push, to get exactly what she wants. It’s easy for her to move people around like chess pawns, and it’s easy for Boone as well, though he won’t admit it. They are two of kind even if he says he has changed.
After a few days on the island, once things have calmed down, she decides it’s time to play. She loves her games, and just because the plane has crashed doesn’t mean that there’s not fun to be had. After all, the show must go on.
********
The first one she plays with is Charlie. It’s almost too easy but it gets Boone’s attention, which is exactly what she wants.
“Why are you doing this, Shan? You can’t just mess with people’s lives here. Why don’t you leave him alone? It’s not like you actually care about him.” Boone says, his voice rough, accusatory.
They are standing so close, his hand on her arm, gripping tightly. She remembers Sydney, he was gentle, loving, but she doesn’t want that, she wants his fire, all of him .And soon she would have it.
“So I have your attention, do I? I’ll leave Charlie alone if you agree to a bet with me. It’s a simple contest, see that can get fucked sooner on Craphole Island. I pick who you have to screw and you pick mine. And it can be anyone.” She talks to him as she always has. The tone is mocking and seductive somehow at the same time.
“If I win, I can do whatever and whoever I want, while here and once home you will not breathe a word to Sabrina about Sydney and I get half of your trust fund. And if you win, I will stay away from all the other guys, and pitch in, confess my misdeeds once home and you will have me any place, any time you want.” She says the last sentence close to his ear so that her breath tickles him and her voice dips low so that he knows exactly what she wants to do to him.
He lets go of her arm and launches into a speech about how you can’t just mess with people’s lives, and how he’s a good person now, and how this is not the time for things like that, these people are not the type to play around with, to mess with their feelings, and above everything else why would he agree to such a thing?
She smiles at this and places a finger on his lips. She leans forward and looks straight into those beautiful eyes, whispers, “Because Boone, when have you ever been able to tell me no?”
***********
He agrees, she knew he would. She knows how to play him, how to play every one.
Her target is Sayid. She thinks that it probably could have been worse and she could be stuck trying to seduce the creepy bald guy. Sayid’s not bad looking, and the man does have a certain charm to him.
When coming up with this game she thought long and hard about who to choose for Boone. A lot of the castaways ha were not even good enough for Boone to look at , let alone fuck. If Claire wasn’t pregnant ,she would have been a possibility , but there was a chance Boone might acutely fall for the blonde. Shannon would have enjoyed watching Boone and Sawyer go at it like bunnies, but there was a chance that Sawyer may have just kicked the crap out of him instead, which would not have been as enjoyable. She finally decided on Jack. The man was uptight with a hero complex the size of Texas and would probably not allow himself to be laid the whole entire time on the island . So he was perfect. The bet was hers and so was Boone.
She should have known Boone always screwed up everything.
**********
Things were not going as well as they should have been. Sayid was being a perfect gentleman, determined to take things slow as not to hurt her.
Shannon started to notice the way Jack would look at Boone or the small little touches that seemed familiar in a way they should have. The worst thing was that Boone would return the looks and touches.
He was hers, not Jack’s. She would not lose him to some doctor with a stick shoved up his ass.
She followed them one afternoon and discovered Boone had won the bet. She watched the sight before as realization dawned upon her, she had lost more than the bet.
She had always thought that Boone only thought that he was in love with her. It was a lie that was so perfect that even he believed it. The nice guy was an act, and the guy who would sleep with some yuppie bimbo just because he could was the real Boone. That he was just like her and could use people like toys. Play with them , break them, whatever, but at the end of the day you had had your fun and that was all that mattered. That he would realize that after this little wager and he wouldn’t call her useless and they would fuck and play with people and not give a damn about what was really happening.
He wasn’t her , though. He had loved her. Loved being the key word. Past tense because now he loves someone else. And she feels some thing she had never felt before, pain.
The bet was over and she had lost.