Weakness; xmas drabble #2
This drabble is not xmas themed.
Title: Weakness
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shannon knows that she's Boone's weakness. Prompt; Weakness. Written for narnialovers. xmas drabble #2
He's always there. Watching her, protecting her, loving her.
He's the person she goes to when she has a problem because she knows he'll solve it. He's the person she goes to when she's hurt or upset because she knows he'll hold her until the sobs subside.
She goes to him because she knows that she's his weakness.
As her legs grow longer and her hips begin to curve just slightly, she takes full advantage of this fact. She knows she has sex appeal and she's not afraid to use it to get what she wants, especially from him. If she's to be truly honest, she revels in watching him squirm uncomfortably when she comes too close, revels in the secret looks he throws her way when he thinks she's not watching.
The second time she cons him to get money, money that is rightfully hers, she gets a permanently sick feeling that she can't seem to get rid of. His vividly blue eyes pop into her head at random moments, judging her, hurting her.
When her third attempt at conning him goes awry, the pain reflected in his hard stare is more than she could have imagined. She thinks of all the sweet childhood innocence they once had and how it came to be destroyed. She gets drunk off her ass and shows up at his hotel room, kissing him the way she's wanted to her whole life.
He falls asleep after the deed is done, but she lies awake, staring at the way the sheets drape across his chest and the way the shadows darken certain parts of his face and illuminate others. He has the beginning traces of stubble on his cheeks and his hair is still in a messy state from when she clutched and pulled at it earlier. He's snoring so softly that she can barely hear it and a small smile crosses over her face. Leaning forward, she kisses his lips gently.
A couple hours later he wakes up and she tells him to get dressed. The hurt in his eyes is there, but it was inevitable. And her voice lowers as she tells him things have to go back to the way they were before.
"Like it's all up to you," he says, and she lets him believe it because she never wants him to find out that he's her weakness, too.
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Title: Weakness
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shannon knows that she's Boone's weakness. Prompt; Weakness. Written for narnialovers. xmas drabble #2
He's always there. Watching her, protecting her, loving her.
He's the person she goes to when she has a problem because she knows he'll solve it. He's the person she goes to when she's hurt or upset because she knows he'll hold her until the sobs subside.
She goes to him because she knows that she's his weakness.
As her legs grow longer and her hips begin to curve just slightly, she takes full advantage of this fact. She knows she has sex appeal and she's not afraid to use it to get what she wants, especially from him. If she's to be truly honest, she revels in watching him squirm uncomfortably when she comes too close, revels in the secret looks he throws her way when he thinks she's not watching.
The second time she cons him to get money, money that is rightfully hers, she gets a permanently sick feeling that she can't seem to get rid of. His vividly blue eyes pop into her head at random moments, judging her, hurting her.
When her third attempt at conning him goes awry, the pain reflected in his hard stare is more than she could have imagined. She thinks of all the sweet childhood innocence they once had and how it came to be destroyed. She gets drunk off her ass and shows up at his hotel room, kissing him the way she's wanted to her whole life.
He falls asleep after the deed is done, but she lies awake, staring at the way the sheets drape across his chest and the way the shadows darken certain parts of his face and illuminate others. He has the beginning traces of stubble on his cheeks and his hair is still in a messy state from when she clutched and pulled at it earlier. He's snoring so softly that she can barely hear it and a small smile crosses over her face. Leaning forward, she kisses his lips gently.
A couple hours later he wakes up and she tells him to get dressed. The hurt in his eyes is there, but it was inevitable. And her voice lowers as she tells him things have to go back to the way they were before.
"Like it's all up to you," he says, and she lets him believe it because she never wants him to find out that he's her weakness, too.
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narnialovers - I know you asked for no angst, but this is what came out. Once all the drabbles are all done, I'll try to tackle a no-angst B/S for you, I promise. :)
Want to read the other drabbles I've written for xmas for my flist?
drabble #1 ~ drabble #3 ~ drabbles #4 and 5 ~ drabble #6 ~ drabble #7 ~ drabble #8 ~ drabble #9 ~ drabble #10 ~ drabble #11
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SEE the complete list of fic I've written.