SUMMARY: Shane and Carmen's first meeting, several weeks after Canada.
I hate retro night. If another misty-eyed dyke comes up and asks me to play some schmoopy seventies love song, I will scream.
I hide in the bathroom, staring at the mirror. Drag the hair back from my face. What do they see when they look at me? Left at the altar? Should’ve seen it coming?
Stop. I jerk away, turn the water sharply off . Yank out some paper towels.
When I turn around, she’s there. More beautiful than I remember.
Same messy hair, same dark lines drawn around her eyes.
They looked so different when she came, that time during a thunderstorm. When she finally let me see it, that lost look, her orgasm.
After, she watched my eyes as I ran my hands all over her body, until she slept, and I guess I did too, cause that’s all I remember of that day.
Wide-eyed. Afraid of me. Anger eats all the air I’m trying to breathe. She has no right.
“Carmen,” she sputters, surprised. Her lips part prettily, white teeth. Don’t want to remember how she bit, delicately, pain feeling like pleasure, all over my body.
I want to bite her. Not delicately.
It’s who she is.
Fuck who she is.
I close my eyes, breathe, but all I inhale is the scent of her, hair gel and the cologne she sometimes dabs over her pulse. In that breath, it all rushes back. Tears.
No fucking right.
I shove her against the door. She makes the start of a shocked noise, half gasp, half word. I kiss her, roughly, owning. My breasts brush hers. Slight. Warmth pools inside me.
I bite her lip, but she drinks in my anger, kissing back. Her confused hand finally rises to touch my head, and I snap away.
Breathless, both of us. I look away from those green thunderstorm eyes, heart pounding, and walk away.
RATING: NC-17 for naughty words and a sexy interlude...
SPOILERS: Through Season 3.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written for the first fic challenge at the Sharmen forum. Thanks to J. for beta and helping me pare this sucka down to something approximating 250 words.