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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Forty-One - Zane/Laura
Fandom: Eureka/Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Zane Donovan/Laura Cadman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 488 words
Identify theft was hard work.
Not really, but that's what Zane told himself when he ended the day by going out for a few drinks in a seedy little bar a few blocks away from the hotel he was staying at. It wasn't his normal preference, but it was all the town had to offer within walking distance, and it was actually kind of weirdly charming in its own way. A real sort of 'small town' feel to it, where the bartender remembered his name after a few nights, or at least the fake one he'd given the guy, and what he liked to drink. But didn't stand around talking to him like he actually cared what Zane had to say.
A group of women came in, in various states of dress and undress and a couple of them wearing what looked like bits of some sort of uniform, and Zane zeroed in on the redhead in the tiny denim skirt. Laura, she said her name was. Cadman. She was a marine, and that was hot. An explosives expert, she told him, and that was hotter, for reasons Zane didn't even want to try to understand. But he bought her a drink, and then another, a few more, and pretended like he was interested in her life. Just like she pretended to be interested in his, or the lies he told her anyway.
She was the one who drunkenly led him to the back. The one who took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, right into a stall and pushed him up against the flimsy wall. It wasn't ideal, to say the least. It was poorly lit, with a flickering light bulb above the mirrors at the sinks, and a weird not-quite clean smell to the place. Zane would have, had he been consulted, invited the woman back to his hotel. With its obscenely large and fluffy bed and room service with fancy drinks someone else was paying for. He certainly wouldn't have chosen a quickie in the ladies, but Laura Cadman kissed him and slipped her hand down his pants and Zane forgot why he should be objecting.
He didn't even get the chance to return the favour though. He barely even got to kiss her back before the stall door was pushed open and she was yanked away from him by one of her friends, who announced that Laura had had a few too many drinks to be allowed to do this. That her friends wouldn't let her.
Zane would have argued, if he wasn't completely sure that the friend could kick his ass.
And she was probably right, too. Because Laura laughed and stumbled in her high heels, enough that she probably would have fallen if her friend hadn't caught her. So Zane slipped out quietly, quickly, and retreated to his room and his bed, where he couldn't make any more bad decisions.
Fandom: Eureka/Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Zane Donovan/Laura Cadman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 488 words
Identify theft was hard work.
Not really, but that's what Zane told himself when he ended the day by going out for a few drinks in a seedy little bar a few blocks away from the hotel he was staying at. It wasn't his normal preference, but it was all the town had to offer within walking distance, and it was actually kind of weirdly charming in its own way. A real sort of 'small town' feel to it, where the bartender remembered his name after a few nights, or at least the fake one he'd given the guy, and what he liked to drink. But didn't stand around talking to him like he actually cared what Zane had to say.
A group of women came in, in various states of dress and undress and a couple of them wearing what looked like bits of some sort of uniform, and Zane zeroed in on the redhead in the tiny denim skirt. Laura, she said her name was. Cadman. She was a marine, and that was hot. An explosives expert, she told him, and that was hotter, for reasons Zane didn't even want to try to understand. But he bought her a drink, and then another, a few more, and pretended like he was interested in her life. Just like she pretended to be interested in his, or the lies he told her anyway.
She was the one who drunkenly led him to the back. The one who took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, right into a stall and pushed him up against the flimsy wall. It wasn't ideal, to say the least. It was poorly lit, with a flickering light bulb above the mirrors at the sinks, and a weird not-quite clean smell to the place. Zane would have, had he been consulted, invited the woman back to his hotel. With its obscenely large and fluffy bed and room service with fancy drinks someone else was paying for. He certainly wouldn't have chosen a quickie in the ladies, but Laura Cadman kissed him and slipped her hand down his pants and Zane forgot why he should be objecting.
He didn't even get the chance to return the favour though. He barely even got to kiss her back before the stall door was pushed open and she was yanked away from him by one of her friends, who announced that Laura had had a few too many drinks to be allowed to do this. That her friends wouldn't let her.
Zane would have argued, if he wasn't completely sure that the friend could kick his ass.
And she was probably right, too. Because Laura laughed and stumbled in her high heels, enough that she probably would have fallen if her friend hadn't caught her. So Zane slipped out quietly, quickly, and retreated to his room and his bed, where he couldn't make any more bad decisions.