SDS - Lust
Title: Lust
Pairing: Gabe/VickyT
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 440
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine.
Notes: For the Seven Days of Sin challenge.
“You don’t even know if you like her as a person.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It should. That’s called meaningless sex.”
“My favorite kind.”
Gabe wasn’t serious, William knew that. Gabe was pretending he didn’t give a shit about relationships tonight. William didn’t call him on it, though.
They’d nestled themselves into a corner of the club with their drinks, waiting for the others to show up. It was still early. When Gabe had pointed out the brunette at the bar--a leggy woman with a sharp profile--William knew that the night was bound to end early, too. Gabe didn’t waste much time when it came to pick-ups.
He pushed his way over to her, resting his elbows on the bar next to her and giving her a winning smile. With dark eyes, he said hello to her and gestured towards the dance floor. She downed her drink a little faster than was ladylike, earning an approving grin from Gabe, and followed him out with her hand on his wrist. They danced with the bass booming, rattling around in William’s ribcage. William watched, feeling a little bored, a little lonely, and maybe a little creepy. He hoped the others would get in soon. He didn’t like being alone at clubs. Not because he felt like a loser, but because he didn’t like how inviting he looked standing there by himself. Someone was going to hit on him, and William hated trying to politely tell them he wasn’t interested; they never listened.
And so, he occupied his time sipping on his beer and watching Gabe and this anonymous woman dancing together, growing steadily closer the longer they danced. William couldn’t blame Gabe, really, because the girl looked like a porn star with her hair in her eyes, neck wet with light perspiration, and her mouth open just a little. She was gorgeous.
Travis was the first friend William saw, and William scurried over to catch his attention. With a back-slapping embrace, Travis asked where Gabe was.
“On the prowl,” William shouted over the music. He pointed over to a tangle of bodies that once looked like two separate beings. Legs woven together and arms around each other, they were making out on the floor. William had to roll his eyes. Gabe always worked fast.
“Lucky bastard,” Travis laughed. He patted William’s shoulder and then went to the bar to order a drink.
By the time Travis got back, Gabe was saying something in the girl’s ear, and she was nodding to him and taking his hand. They left the club before midnight, and William was already prepared to call it a night.
Pairing: Gabe/VickyT
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 440
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine.
Notes: For the Seven Days of Sin challenge.
“You don’t even know if you like her as a person.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It should. That’s called meaningless sex.”
“My favorite kind.”
Gabe wasn’t serious, William knew that. Gabe was pretending he didn’t give a shit about relationships tonight. William didn’t call him on it, though.
They’d nestled themselves into a corner of the club with their drinks, waiting for the others to show up. It was still early. When Gabe had pointed out the brunette at the bar--a leggy woman with a sharp profile--William knew that the night was bound to end early, too. Gabe didn’t waste much time when it came to pick-ups.
He pushed his way over to her, resting his elbows on the bar next to her and giving her a winning smile. With dark eyes, he said hello to her and gestured towards the dance floor. She downed her drink a little faster than was ladylike, earning an approving grin from Gabe, and followed him out with her hand on his wrist. They danced with the bass booming, rattling around in William’s ribcage. William watched, feeling a little bored, a little lonely, and maybe a little creepy. He hoped the others would get in soon. He didn’t like being alone at clubs. Not because he felt like a loser, but because he didn’t like how inviting he looked standing there by himself. Someone was going to hit on him, and William hated trying to politely tell them he wasn’t interested; they never listened.
And so, he occupied his time sipping on his beer and watching Gabe and this anonymous woman dancing together, growing steadily closer the longer they danced. William couldn’t blame Gabe, really, because the girl looked like a porn star with her hair in her eyes, neck wet with light perspiration, and her mouth open just a little. She was gorgeous.
Travis was the first friend William saw, and William scurried over to catch his attention. With a back-slapping embrace, Travis asked where Gabe was.
“On the prowl,” William shouted over the music. He pointed over to a tangle of bodies that once looked like two separate beings. Legs woven together and arms around each other, they were making out on the floor. William had to roll his eyes. Gabe always worked fast.
“Lucky bastard,” Travis laughed. He patted William’s shoulder and then went to the bar to order a drink.
By the time Travis got back, Gabe was saying something in the girl’s ear, and she was nodding to him and taking his hand. They left the club before midnight, and William was already prepared to call it a night.