Hey folks! Me again. So I'm posting this new story. I am NOT english, I remind you that, so it's possible that I make a few mistakes and it would be very kind of you to tell me what are those, if you have some time. This very story is about The L Word -and if you're an homophobic -which would be very surprising since we are in an homosexual fandom- you better get outta here soon, because our ladies will probably kiss, touch and fuck more than once. After all, that's Shane and Papi we're talking about! Oh, about that, a few words of explanation : I KNOW that the pairing is pretty weird, but when the season four's opening, I imediately wondered when they were gonna at least fuck, maybe more. And it was the same thing when they started this wonderful love/hate relationship. But the screewriters must have been dumb enough not to see the alchemy between those two, and they missed what sure would've been an amazing storyline. I couldn't stand the waste, so I decided to reunite our two stars in the same life -and bed-. The story is a little UA : Bette and Tina aren't together anymore -I can't stand this couple, I prefered Jodi-, Helena and Dusty ARE together -I liked Dusty-, Alice is alone -but not for long, don't worry- and Tasha is a bartender at Papi's nightclub. Papi owns a famous gay latino nightclub, and Shane is a famous Casanova photographer. I think that's it. I won't post very often, unfortunately. I only have a few chapters already written and I have other stories ongoing. Plus, this one takes me a lot of my time and imagination. Hope you'll enjoy it! (The title refers to both Papi and Shane's way to see life : never to fall.)
Disclaimer : Not mine. Seriously, if I owned them, I wouldn't be there. I would be ... OK, let's shut up, you may be shocked.
Pairing : If you didn't understand, it's Papi and Shane. And yes, they are TOGETHER. Very together.
Rating : K+ (If you don't like girl kissing and fucking, you may want to close this.)
I'll never fall again
Prologue
There are some things you need to know about Shane McCutcheon.
She has this strange power on everyone that's just so attracting. It doesn't come from her clothes, or make-up or anything materialistic like that; it's all of her, the way she moves, the way she talks, it's everything about her.
That she doesn't stay on the morning after sex: the only memories she keeps about the night is this messy hair and after-fuck look.
She's always drinking beer, smoking anything that can be smoked and sometimes she's doing drugs. She's a bad girl and all of this gives her that hot, husky voice and musky scent.
She doesn't say "I love you." It's her worst fear, allowing someone to get close in her life, into her heart. She'll never let that happen.
She doesn't like drama; but women are drama, lesbos are drama, that's why she's always getting into trouble.
She cares so much about friendship but she's always messing up somewhere along the way.
She's a heartbreaker - a player. The first time you see her, you fall for her. She's everybody's type. But then she breaks your heart, and that's it. You just have to get over it. She doesn't care.
She dresses like she's some kind of androgynous underground rocker, that's so damn sexy you can't help but to fall in love with her.
She never tells you anything about her life. She'll seduce you, kiss you, breathe you in. She'll make you moan, groan and scream in passion, she'll fuck you, and then Bye-bye Birdie. It's like you don't know her anymore. But don't mind her. That's just what she does.
I may have told you all that, but you'll never know Shane McCutcheon. She's a mystery.