No Escape

Shannon trudged through the mud and leaves grudgingly, grumbling and trying not to think about how many nails she had broken. Charlie had told her that Boone wanted to meet her…there was only the slight problem of finding Boone. She had been searching for him for the past hour, and as far as she could tell, she was no closer to finding him.

Feed up with, well, everyone, Shannon slumped down against the trunk of a large tree, attempting to ignore that fact that she was sitting on the ground in the dirt. She groaned and closed her eyes. This was all Boone's fault. Where the hell was he anyway? Why did he need her to come find him? Shannon's eyes flew open when she heard the distinct noise of a breaking branch. Somebody was out there.

Boone came into sight, moving aside a curtain of yellowing foliage.

Shannon glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, it took you long enough," he said in way of a greeting.

"Fuck off."

"Glad I caught you in a good mood."

Shannon blanched, getting to her feet. She brushed the dirt off the back of her skirt disgustedly, and then turned to face him.

"You know," she began, prodding his chest with her finger. "You can be such an asshole. But I can solve that, and you know it. Because I am in control. Always have been, always will be."

Shannon placed her arms around his neck casually. She could sense him become uncomfortable immediately.

"I was in control in Sydney. I bent you to my will, and I'll do the same now."

She ran her fingers down his arms, and then back up again until her hands were once again draped around his neck. Boone took a sharp breath; she could tell his control was breaking.

"I was in control. I kissed you, and you liked it. I've seen the way you look at me, I've seen it Boone. I'm in control. I'll kiss you, and you'll like it."

Without any further hesitation, Shannon crushed her lips to his. He groaned and pushed her away.

"Shannon, don't," he breathed.

Shannon shook her head and pushed him down to the ground, lowing herself down until she sat on his chest. Boone's eyes slipped closed as he tried to regain control. He couldn't let this happen again, he just couldn't. But he knew it would.

Shannon's lips attacked his neck, sliding from his jaw to the collar of his shirt, which she removed easily. It was up to her now.

It always was.

Shannon clutched his messy hair with her fingers and pressed her full lips against his own. She smirked against his lips when he groaned again.

"I'm in control Boone, kiss me," she said sweetly, lifting her lips from his.

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. She couldn't be in control without things going very wrong.

Shannon leaned down until her lips were even with his ear.

"Kiss me," she hissed.

Boone grabbed her face down to crush their lips together.

She was in control, and he liked it.