Her hair suited her better in a ponytail. She knew that.. But Boone liked it down. He said he liked something he could run his fingers through. And Shannon liked to tease Boone. She inspected her flawless reflection in a cracked, dusty square mirror. She figured it had come from what had once been the plane bathroom - and she thanked the Gods she'd got it before that bastard Sawyer had.
She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Sawyer...
God, she hated him. And that freaking nickname he'd given her.
But...
Something about his charm, his looks, his style, his essence of cool made her want to rip open his loose cowboy shirts and kiss those rock-hard abs...
Shannon swallowed hard, shoving the mirror back in a suitcase she'd claimed. With the manicured nail of her thumb, she scraped away a smudge of clear, natural collection lipgloss that had somehow left her lips. Three coats of Max Factor mascara coated her eyelashes, just below a smudge of Moonstone eyeshadow from collection 2000. She had lined her greenish-brown eyes with Rimmel Black Kohl. Ah, the joys of finding your make-up bag under a corpse covered in sand.
Shannon pulled back the midnight blue sheet that she used as an entrance and exit to her little shelter. Slipping on a pair of hot-pink jelly flip flops, she adjusted her white denim hot pants on her hips. A tiny red halterneck was all she wore on the upper half of her body, bar her bikini of course. The fierce sun blazed down directly into Shannon's vision, and she was forced to place a hand on her brow to prevent severe damage to her eyes. No matter, she we was heading towards the caves anyway. She veered to the left, the sudden dense jungle allowing her to drop her hand and open her eyes fully. She hooked her left thumb into her skirt, dragging it down abit sideways, and looking down at her hip as she walked forwards. She pulled the side of her skirt down to reveal a strap of her bikini bottom. She was feeling particularly 'popular cheerleader slut' today, and who knew who she might run into -
BANG.
Admist her thoughts and trying to show as much as possible without being unlady-like, she banged straight into (of all people) Sawyer.
"Well hey there, Sticks," Sawyer purred appreciativley, putting his hands on her hips to stop her from colliding more painfully with him.
Shannon snapped to attention, hitching up her skirt. She scowled, slapping his hands away. God, she hated him.
"Get your hands off me," she growled, trying to get away from him.
"Nice bikini," Sawyer said, very bluntly.
Shannon span on her heel, and took a deep breath through her nose - her expression unreadable at the moment. Soon after, an obviously false, sugar-sweet expression immediatley replaced the disgusted look of before.
"I know," she giggled, "It was expensive too."
Sawyer arched one eybrow, standing in what he obviously thought was a dominant power-stance. The typical Sawyer smile kind of relaxed this appearance though.
"Yeah," Shannon continued, still acting like a little girl - the way she said it made it sound more like 'ya.
She stalked towards him, shoulders back for breast emphasis, and rolling her hips seductivley. She put one hand on his chest.
"Careful, Sticks," Sawyer laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender, "Don't touch what you can't have."
Shannon started to giggle - high pitched, and very not her, then her expression snapped right back to the nasty, scowling one she'd had previously as she pushed him right onto the ground.
"There is /nothing/ I can't have," she snarled, starting to walk away.
Sawyer was taken aback, but razor-sharp reflexes meant he lunged to the side and grabbed her ankle. Shannon immediatley fell, flinging out her hands in front of her just a second too late. She kicked him, tilting her head to stare angrily at him.
"What the hell did you do that for!" she demanded.
But Sawyer had already shoved her on her back, and was straddling her, forcing her down. Shannon screamed, absolutley horrified. Sawyer silenced her with a hard kiss, plenty of tounge. Shannon tried to resist, writing and biting his lips. She kicked at the sand, trying to free her arms from his strong hold.
Sawyer pulled back, scratching her face with his stubble as he did so.
"Better?" he said hoarsley, still grinning.
Shannon finally managed to wrench one arm out of his grip and slapped him. Hard.
"Get the FUCK off of me, Sawyer!" Shannon yelled, desperatley kicking the sand.
"Loving the way you said fuck there, Sticks," Sawyer teased, licking her neck.
Shannon stamped her foot as best as she could, pinned down. She slapped him again, though not as hard as last time. She was still afraid, still shocked, still full of hatred - but a desire to pull him down onto her was starting to seep into her being. She bit her own lip.
"Softening towards me, mm?" Sawyer murmered, his face dangerously close to hers.
"Oh, you'd know all about SOFT, wouldn't you," Shannon spat, even though she could feel his cock getting harder and longer against her thigh.
"Really? Let's find out."