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This, Shannon decides, has gone on long enough. If he isn't going to end this, she is going to make him.

She checks herself in the mirror one last time, as though getting ready to leave for a date, and then sashays out the door and off to his room.

Date: 2005-07-01 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He's pacing in his room, debating whether or not he wants to go back to the island. He decides he does. Being here is driving him mad. He starts to gather his stuff.

Date: 2005-07-01 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
When he does try to get out, it will be difficult, given the Shannon standing at his door. She's in the middle of her own mental debate, called "Whether or Not to Knock."

She decides to go with knocking.

Date: 2005-07-01 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He opens the door just as her hand is about to hit the door. The look of utter shock on his face doesn't go away when he speaks. "Shannon?"

Date: 2005-07-01 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
One perfectly good mental debate, wasted.

"Who were you expecting?"

Date: 2005-07-01 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His mood and expression immediately change. He looks angry and annoyed at the same time. "Anyone else. What do you want, Shannon?"

Date: 2005-07-02 05:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She ignores his annoyance. "Can I come in?"

Date: 2005-07-05 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Why do you need a reason?"

Date: 2005-07-05 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Because you only come to me when you want something."

Date: 2005-07-05 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I do not. And even if I do, that's never stopped you from letting me in before." Because she can be unabashedly juvenile sometimes, she decides to abandon all pretense of patience and let herself in. Which is somewhat difficult with him standing there, but not impossible.

Date: 2005-07-05 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
When she's halfway through, he moves and just lets her in. "Come to apologize?"

Date: 2005-07-05 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hopefully, he doesn't expect any thanks for that small courtesy, because he won't get any, unless he were to count her mumbled "Finally" as a thank you.

"Maybe. Are you going to?"

Date: 2005-07-05 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I already tried, remember. It didn't work out so well." He closes the door and leans against it.

Date: 2005-07-05 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"If you screw up the first time, you're supposed to try again. There's even a stupid rhyme for it."

Date: 2005-07-05 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That's all I ever do for you, Shannon. Now I'm sick of trying. Maybe you should try and find someone else to use."

Date: 2005-07-05 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"But you wouldn't like that, would you? If I found someone else."

Date: 2005-07-05 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What do you care how I feel about it?"

Date: 2005-07-06 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Do you really think I'm completely heartless? Or are you just trying to get me to admit something?"

Date: 2005-07-06 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know, Shannon. I've never seen you care about anyone but yourself, so I can't really say." He's trying to hurt her, to break her down. To make himself feel better.

It's not working.

Date: 2005-07-06 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She sighs. "We are so not going over this again. Just trust me when I say that I do care about people."

Date: 2005-07-06 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He laughs cruelly. "Trust? Do you even know what the word means, Shannon?"

Date: 2005-07-06 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He's making this all very difficult. She digs her nails into the palms of her hands and grinds her teeth together. "Yes."

Date: 2005-07-06 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hmm." He pushes himself away from the door and walks past her; their bodies brush as he passes and he can smell her perfectly from her. He closes his eyes for the briefest of moments, taking in her scent. But he can't, no, won't, allow himself to give in to her this time.

He reaches his stuff and continues gathering more clothes and other objects and putting them back into his bag.

Date: 2005-07-06 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She turns and watches him pack. "What are you doing?"

Date: 2005-07-06 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What's it look like I'm going? I'm packing." He is now just shoving stuff hard into his bag. very hard.

Date: 2005-07-06 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Where do you think you're going?"

Date: 2005-07-06 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Back to the island." He doesn't exactly sound happy about it, but it's better than being here and thinking about nothing but her. At least on the island he has that damned hatch to distract him.

Date: 2005-07-06 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You're an idiot. Why would you do something as stupid as going back there?"

Date: 2005-07-06 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He stands up straight and looks her in the eyes, their faces only inches apart. "Because at least there I don't have to deal with your lies."

Date: 2005-07-06 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"So you're going to go back there and whine to Locke. I still say you're an idiot."

Date: 2005-07-06 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You're really helping the situation, Shann." He moves away from her now and walks over to the dresser, staring down at the picture. He reaches out of it but instead grabs only his wallet. He puts it in his bag.

"You never did tell me why you're here."

Date: 2005-07-06 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She toys with her hair. "Maybe that's why. To help the situation."

Date: 2005-07-06 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He stops moving and stares at her coldly. "And how do you plan to do that?"

Date: 2005-07-06 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, there are worse cues.

She goes to him and kisses him, and she hopes to God that he's still weak enough to give in to her.

Date: 2005-07-06 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He is. He kisses her back, like he always does. And he wants her, all of her. And he wants her now. But, he pushes her away. "No." His voice is weak and shaking as he speaks. "Not this time." He can't decide if he's serious about this yet.

Date: 2005-07-06 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She lowers her voice. "Why? I know you want to."

Date: 2005-07-06 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His voice is low and his breathing is ragged and shallow. "But it won't change anything. It never does." He's trying hard not to think about her. Not to think of the way she tastes and feels and how she sounds when she is pleading in his ear.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It doesn't have to change anything." And she knows that what she says is probably true, however much she doesn't want it to be. But maybe it will change something, if only for a little while.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Maybe I want it to," he says longingly. "Maybe I want it to actually mean something. But I doubt you'd know anything about that. For you it's just a way to get what you want."

And even though he knows what he says is true, he can't help wanting her. He wants to caress every inch of her skin and to breathe her her scent in deep. But more than anything, he wants her to love him.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Maybe I do know what it means to mean something. But right now, it doesn't have to. And that's never bothered you before."

Date: 2005-07-06 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Well it bothers me now." His voice is gaining some semblance of sternness and the ability to resist her. He just hopes he can keep it up.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"So what would you do if I decided that it meant something?" It would be a lie, but that's nothing new.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know, Shannon. Does it mean something?" He asks skeptically.

He wonders if she is just playing him again.

He decides she is.

He doesn't care anymore.

Date: 2005-07-06 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Does it matter? It's not like you'd believe me anyway."

Date: 2005-07-06 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He walks over to her, now talking in a low whisper, almost a hiss. "Maybe." He's lost reason now, taken over by passion. He knows she's not going to say what he wants to hear, but her being here, offering herself to him is enough.

He keeps moving toward her until her back is against the door. He puts his mouth in the crook of her neck and kissesnibblesbites her as his hand runs up her thigh and under her skirt.

It's not love she's offering him.

But, it's better than nothing.

Date: 2005-07-06 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She lets herself gasp and whimper and cling, as though it really does mean something. But whether or not it does really doesn't matter right now.

She stretches out a hand and flicks the lights off.

Victory is sweeter than she expected.


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