Drabble: Trap
Title: Trap
Author: Junbait
Rating: PG13
Classification: Present
Spoilers: Sequel to Lost
Warnings: None
Summary: What happened once Mao gets off the phone?
Disclaimer: Don't own....
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"I'm sorry!" Mao squeaked.
Jun had a meanacing look on his face that clearely showed his discontent for being left alone especially since they were on the middle of something...'important.' Mao started to back away from Jun as he advanced forward. She clucthed her slipping towel tighly. All too soon the back of her knee hit the bed.
"Give me one good reasons why I shouldn't hurt you." Jun said, his voice dangeriously low. Mao swallowed, her eyes darted around the bedroom. Her only escape was the door but Jun was in between her and her escape route.
"Um..because you're nice?." She tried. Jun paused as if to consider what she had said.
"After the stunt you pulled? I don't think so." He countered. He was only two steps away from her; his eyes were dark and stared at her. Forgetting that she couldn't back away any further, Mao topped on to the bed and yelped. Her towel was very loose and her hands were the only thing holding it in place. Jun quickly followed Mao onto the bed; not caring at all what happened to his towel. In one swift move he pinned both of Mao's arms above her head.
"No more interruptions." He said before caputring her mouth with his.