Shannon/Liam drabble for toestastegood
I finally wrote something for the Luau, omg. And it's het. OMG!
Title: Prince Charming
Pairing: Shannon/Liam
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Double drabble for toestastegood who asked for crack pairings and encouraged liberal use of flashback characters. *g*
He’s the kind of guy that gives parents nightmares. Not that Shannon has anyone waiting at home for her who gives a shit but... she can tell from his smudged eyeliner, wicked grin and the way his words are slurred with something stronger than the beer in his hand that if she took this guy home Sabrina would throw a fit, and that makes him exactly what Shannon’s been looking for.
So she lets him buy her another drink and doesn’t slap his hand away when it starts to creep under the hem of her skirt, encouraging him by shifting on the bar stool and spreading her legs just enough to give him room to slip his hand between and she smiles and looks enraptured as he spins tales of life on the road. But she’s not really listening. She’s too busy imagining how much fun Sabrina’s reaction would be if she came home to find them fucking on the couch with his grimly denim jacket dirtying up the white leather and his boots scratching lines into her favourite coffee table.
He says his name is Liam, but Shannon doesn’t really care: revenge sounds the same however you spell it.
Title: Prince Charming
Pairing: Shannon/Liam
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Double drabble for toestastegood who asked for crack pairings and encouraged liberal use of flashback characters. *g*
He’s the kind of guy that gives parents nightmares. Not that Shannon has anyone waiting at home for her who gives a shit but... she can tell from his smudged eyeliner, wicked grin and the way his words are slurred with something stronger than the beer in his hand that if she took this guy home Sabrina would throw a fit, and that makes him exactly what Shannon’s been looking for.
So she lets him buy her another drink and doesn’t slap his hand away when it starts to creep under the hem of her skirt, encouraging him by shifting on the bar stool and spreading her legs just enough to give him room to slip his hand between and she smiles and looks enraptured as he spins tales of life on the road. But she’s not really listening. She’s too busy imagining how much fun Sabrina’s reaction would be if she came home to find them fucking on the couch with his grimly denim jacket dirtying up the white leather and his boots scratching lines into her favourite coffee table.
He says his name is Liam, but Shannon doesn’t really care: revenge sounds the same however you spell it.