Drabbletag - True Blood: Nan/Maryann - stalked
Title: Curiosity
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Nan/Maryann
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Prompt: Stalked
Summary: Maryann catches sight of her one night in Shreveport.
Note: Also posted for the 1drabble writing challenge.
Maryann catches sight of her one night in Shreveport. She's tall, she's fierce, and she wears high heels that click against the pavement at every step. Tap, tap, tap. Her pace is not hurried, but rather calm and serene, like the woman doesn't have a care in the world. Maryann licks her lips and silently follows her from the shadows; she's genuinely intrigued.
She'd see the woman go to places (including a horrid video club whose red-headed cashier had the nasty habit of screaming very, very loudly), visit people, and get in and out of limousines. She ended her night at a hotel, and didn't come out until the following night. Then again.
One night, Maryann's confident enough that she's already waiting for her at the video club. She locked the cashier on the porn section downstairs, and was waiting sitting on a chair with her legs crossed one on top of the other, revealing just enough of her golden skin to tempt the casual viewer. And when that woman showed up, she's immediately surprised by the sight she meets.
"Well, you're definitely an improvement over Ginger" she concludes sharply.
"In more ways than one. Maryann Forrester."
"Nan Flanagan" she finally reveals. "Pleased to finally meet you so we can end the stalking nonsense you've doing all week."
So she knew. Maryann smirks. Of course.
"I'm curious about you" Maryann admits, standing up.
"How much?" Nan asks, leaning into the other woman's personal space.
Maryann bites her lower lip.
"Extremely."
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Nan/Maryann
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Prompt: Stalked
Summary: Maryann catches sight of her one night in Shreveport.
Note: Also posted for the 1drabble writing challenge.
Maryann catches sight of her one night in Shreveport. She's tall, she's fierce, and she wears high heels that click against the pavement at every step. Tap, tap, tap. Her pace is not hurried, but rather calm and serene, like the woman doesn't have a care in the world. Maryann licks her lips and silently follows her from the shadows; she's genuinely intrigued.
She'd see the woman go to places (including a horrid video club whose red-headed cashier had the nasty habit of screaming very, very loudly), visit people, and get in and out of limousines. She ended her night at a hotel, and didn't come out until the following night. Then again.
One night, Maryann's confident enough that she's already waiting for her at the video club. She locked the cashier on the porn section downstairs, and was waiting sitting on a chair with her legs crossed one on top of the other, revealing just enough of her golden skin to tempt the casual viewer. And when that woman showed up, she's immediately surprised by the sight she meets.
"Well, you're definitely an improvement over Ginger" she concludes sharply.
"In more ways than one. Maryann Forrester."
"Nan Flanagan" she finally reveals. "Pleased to finally meet you so we can end the stalking nonsense you've doing all week."
So she knew. Maryann smirks. Of course.
"I'm curious about you" Maryann admits, standing up.
"How much?" Nan asks, leaning into the other woman's personal space.
Maryann bites her lower lip.
"Extremely."