A/N: Nine more chapters to go before Shatter is finished! The Fallon/Shawn story is nowhere near done, but considering how long this already is, I'm breaking it up into parts. As the chapter title implies, this is about... the Bald God xD

50: The Bald God
11/10/97 –Monday
Week Thirteen

"You are not turning this around on-"

Shawn buried his face in her neck, keeping her arms trapped to her sides. "You're not going anywhere," He interrupted her. "Especially not to go track down your fuck buddy."

"Oh please! I was just looking, not actually fucking him! Kinda like how you were just looking at the new make-up girl last week." She hissed, trying to free her arms. He still thought Steve was her 'fuck buddy'? Seriously? Fallon's bitch mode had officially kicked in. "Well, you're all coked up and I'm sure not screwing you, so-"

Shawn bit her.

"OW!"

Smirking, he kissed the spot he had just chomped on, one hand moving to trail along her ribs. "She looked like she could use some attention from ol' HBK, baby. What was I supposed to do? Ignore her?" He didn't think he had really done anything wrong, he had just been teasing the girl a bit. But when it came to Fallon and Steve, that was a whole new ballgame. "I want you to stay away from him, Fallon." He growled in her ear as he pressed himself against her. "Don't make me say it again."

He was hard, and she could feel it through his jeans and her skirt. She wasn't even remotely in the mood. "Not. Going. To. Happen." She informed him, using her free hand to feel where he had bit her. "That poor woman, all lonely, needing your attention…" Her eyes narrowed to slits. "She can have it because if I want attention I'll get it from someone besides you."

"Is that right?" Shawn's eyes had iced over, her words like a poison, quickly deflating him. "From Steve, hmmm? Or maybe 'Taker? You wanted him before you started sucking my cock after all."

That earned him a serious bitch smack.

He really did not appreciate her abusive nature and showed his displeasure by gripping her wrists and pinning her arms over her head, against the door. "If you hit me one more time, I will return the favor, Fallon. Don't think I won't either. Now answer the damn question, just who will you get attention from?"

Sure as hell not 'Taker, considering everything he had done to her, and to Shawn, that was really low on Shawn's part. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." She said coldly, not bothering to struggle. "Just be aware that since you went back on our promise to stay clean, everything is game now. If I want to fuck someone besides you, I will." If he wanted to hurt her, then she'd rip out his heart.

"You want to screw someone else?" Shawn masked the hurt with cockiness, pushing himself away from her. "I wonder what Vanessa is doing tonight." Vanessa being the make-up girl. If she wanted to rip his heart out, then he would do the same to her, not caring if he had broken his word about doing blow, she was screwing around on him anyway. "I think I'll give her a call, since you'll be busy with whoever the hell you plan on fuckin' besides your husband."

"You do that, I really hope she doesn't mind the fact that you think you need cocaine to fuck at all." Fallon spit back, blinking back tears. She had planned on going to find Luna, not screw anyone. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her as hard as she could.

She was going down to the bar and getting trashed. She ran her fingers over the bite mark and then to her back. If he actually did sleep with Vanessa… her teeth gnashed at the thought.

Shawn was thinking along the same lines, trying not to let his anger get the best of him. Though the thought of another man touching her… he needed a drink of his own, heading for the min-bar.


Fallon planted her ass at the bar, ordering a glass of Tennessee rye along with a beer chaser, staring down at the counter with a frown. Considering all the shit they went through, all that stuff with 'Taker, the cocaine issues and… yeah. Why did he have to start doing it again?

She didn't even touch her herb anymore, the worst she did was drink. She knew now she had a drug problem and was not about to reignite it. "Fuck him." She snorted, downing two shots in succession.

"Fuck who honey?"

Fallon turned slightly to find Steve standing behind her, turning back to her liquor.

He had seen her come in, along, and figured Shawn was just a few feet behind her. No, didn't look like that was the case. He sat down next to her at the bar, noting that she looked somewhere in the middle of sad and pissed. "What're you doin' down here, Fallon?"

"I am drinking." She said, shooting him a 'duh' sideways look. "Shawn and I had a disagreement." Of course, Steve had seen how Shawn had hauled her ass out of there, so it wasn't any wonder when he didn't look surprised. "You?"

"Same." He held up his longneck. "I'm sorry your night hasn't been good, honey." He wasn't about to get into Shawn's treatment of his wife lately, that was a topic that would probably just alienate her, nah, didn't need that.

"It's cool." She shrugged, knowing exactly what Shawn's problem was: jealousy and high. Definitely not helped by the way she had run off at the mouth and purposefully tried to piss him off… she was such a bitch. "Why are you drinking alone? Considering your triumphant return last night it don't seem right." Shift the focus to him, she didn't like the spotlight right now.

"I could ask the same about you."

"I'm not drinking alone Steve, you're here, now aren't you?" She said, smiling slightly as she raised her glass in a toast. Fallon was going to keep Shawn the hell out of her mind right now because she did not want to be a sad drunk; actually, she just wanted to be drunk. "Okay, here comes the Nation, time to find a corner." She said when she spotted the idiots strolling in, more specifically the idiot she did not like: Rocky.

Snorting, Steve got up, leading the way. "You wanna play cards?"

"Got a deck?"

"Back pocket, always come prepared."

She followed him further into the bar, sitting down in a corner and watched as she withdrew the pack. "Aw, Steve was a Boy Scout!"

"Sure, up until I stunned the troop leader." He shot back, sitting across from her. He set his beer aside and tipped the cards out of the pack. "Poker?"

"Hell no! Last time we played, you cleaned out my wallet!"

"I remember that, you had five hundred in cash…" Steve smirked slightly, shuffling the deck. "You just need to learn the finer points of the game. We'll play poker, minus the money."

She flipped him off, glancing at her glass and realized she had been sipping all this time, she needed a refill. It took her a moment to get the bar tender's attention, but when she did, she pointed to her glass and then gestured towards Steve's bottle. Soon, they each had a refill.

As the night wore on, Steve began 'educating' her on the finer points of poker, as well as the different types of poker, such as Texas. Everything he was telling her, she only retained about half of it, probably not helped by the fact that they were both drinking a bit on the heavy side.

Also not helped by the fact that as he drank more, he was becoming even bolder than usual, his eyes kept darting back to the corset top, or more to the point, the twins. "Steve, you're going to set my tits on fire if you don't stop staring at them…"

"Honey, with you wearin' a piece like that, yer damn lucky they're not already on fire." He retorted in a rough drawl, smirking when she arched an eyebrow. "C'mere." He scooted to the side of his booth, patting the spot next to him. When she arched the other brow, he reached over to snag her glass of rye.

"That's not fair!"

"I'mma hold it hostage 'til ya get over here."

Grumbling under her breath, she moved over so she was sitting next to him, laying her cards down on the table. She felt Steve draping his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into him and shook her head. "Nuh uh, gimme back my drink."

He passed it to her, watching as she drained what was left. "You know, Shawn's a real dumbass…"

She was inclined to agree, nodding her head.

"He get pissed about us talkin'?"

"I think the words he used were visually fuckin…" She whispered, the combination of alcohol and now his finger running along her upper arm not doing her any favors. Then the finger was trailing down her collarbone and finally over the swell of her breast. "Steve…"

"Hmmm?" He watched as her head tilted until she was looking up at him, replacing the finger with his palm, cupping her through the material of her top. He felt her inhale sharply, half-expecting her to say or do something to stop him. When she didn't, he slowly leaned down, further testing the waters by brushing his lips against hers.

She returned the light kiss, feeling the immediate difference between him and Shawn. Steve's mustache and goatee weren't scratching her like she would have thought but instead adding to the pleasant sensations that were now rolling through her. Those sensations were undoubtedly helped along by his firm but gentle hand doing wonderful things to her breast.

Shifting again in her seat, she leaned into him, parting her lips when he deepened the kiss. He tasted like the beer he had consumed, and something else she couldn't place, but she liked it.

This awkward turn thing they had going on wasn't working for Steve and he used his feet to push the table back against the now empty booth she had previously occupied. Once he had a bit of breathing room, he pulled her to straddle his lap; her skirt hiking up until it was practically bunching around her hips. Considering they were in a corner, with the table hiding her lower half, and the room wasn't exactly jam packed, he didn't really care.

For modesty's sake, her modesty, and comfort, he moved his hands down to cover her backside, and cop a few feels, above the satin panties she wore. He could feel her brushing against him through his denim shorts, and when her hands slid up underneath his tee shirt and touched skin, he groaned in her mouth. She was purposefully grinding herself against him, and he was dimly aware that she was doing it both to tease him and pleasuring herself.

Fallon was definitely doing both, smiling against his lips when he arched up against her. He wore his shorts tight, that probably didn't feel so good right now. With that thought in mind, she withdrew a hand from beneath his shirt, reaching down between them.

Without even thinking, Steve arched his hips, holding onto her so she didn't go backwards and held his breath as she undid the button and zipper. "Christ…"

"Uh huh…" Fallon was breathing heavily now, just like he was, resting her cheek against his bald head when he bent down to kiss along her shoulder. She really hated her top right about now, wanting to feel those lips on other parts of her body.

Steve was momentarily distracted the second her hand wrapped around his now freed cock, letting out a soft hiss. His attention snapped back into place when she positioned him against her, not feeling the satin material of her panties but her wet slit. "Shit Fallon," His hand fumbled down along hers, feeling the material bunched to the side, the woman had a bit of a wild side when she was drunk, and he indulged his own.

She obviously wasn't thinking about being caught, and habit made him look up, checking to see if anyone was watching them. Satisfied no one was, but also experiencing a bit of a rush at the idea that they could be caught, he replaced her hand with his, his free palm moving beneath her thigh, pushing up.

She caught onto the cue, raising herself, her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. She felt him awkwardly maneuvering, their close, cramped quarters not allowing much leeway for this, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her, shifting just a fraction.

That fraction was enough, and a moment later, Steve's hands were on her hips, pulling her back down as he slid inside of her, both of them freezing when he was fully sheathed in her receptive body. Both their gazes were down, taking in the narrowed view. Her skirt was now around her waist, her black panties scrunched to the side and then there was where they were joined…

"We need to take this upstairs."

"Yes."


Yes, they've got serious issues. It'll get better though, promise!