It’s Halloween. Everyone’s entitled to one good scare.

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Sex.

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Notes: So this came from an idea @lolainblue had while we were talking. I’m hoping she’ll still write her own version of this… She told me to go ahead and put my own spin on things if I wanted. It wouldn’t leave my brain, so here it is, I guess. xD If there are any mistakes, let me know and I’ll fix them. Feedback is always welcome. <3

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The first time Shannon sees her, he’s floored. He just stands there, gawking in her direction. She’s with some friends and he can tell she’s not in her element, but the minute she starts walking, it’s like she owns the place.

Long legs that go on for days, and by God, those shoes… He can’t turn away from the sight in front of him, only snapping out of it when she disappears around a corner.

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Jared lifted one shoe up until it was right on eye level. Carefully he turned it this way and that way, looking closely inside too. Placing it gently on the ground, he loosened his foot before slipping into the first one. The hight difference was quite noticeable and he quickly pulled the other one on to not loose his balance. The first few steps were slightly unsteady but surprisingly fast he felt comfortable.

Walking through the room he noticed the soft clicking. Click, clack, click, clack, a sound he never thought would evoke so much joy. He turned for another round and tried a tentative sway of his hips. Listening into his body closely, he didn’t feel any uncertainty and increased the rolling motion. Up and down he walked, glancing into the mirror every time he passed.

Finally, he left his bedroom, in search for somebody he could share his new found amusement with. The sound those shoes made on the hardwood was even louder and Jared had to suppress a gleeful squeak.

He could only see the baseball cap looming over the back of the couch but that was the right person to show his new shoes to.

“Whadda ya say?“ Hip popping out, he stemmed his hands into his waist.

“Grmpf“

He wasn’t granted the attention he demanded.

"My shoes, whadda ya think, darlin?“

Two hazel-colored eyes slowly lifted from the phone screen they were previously fixed on. The owner didn’t even attempt to cover his annoyance.

"C’mon big bro! What’s your opinion.“

Jared continued with the same high pitched, nasal voice. Shannon gave him an intense glance over, taking in his appearance and staring at the shoes for a solid five minutes before finally he mumbled his perception.

"They don’t sparkle.“

Surprised, Jared’s head shot downwards. His eyes followed his long, very slender legs to the shoes his size-12-feet were currently adorned with.

"You think I need sparkly ones?!“ An unmistakeable hesitancy could be heard in his voice.

"Uhuu.“

"Luckily I have a sparkly pair too!“ He clapped his hands cheerfully in excitement. "Be right back!“

Warnings : no one. I’ve never written before but here goes

She stared across the dimly lit room as her sadness set in again. He was off travelling the world again, singing and being who he needed to be while she sat alone and tired on their brand new bed.

Somehow they had managed to keep their relationship out of the spot light over the past year and only their closest friends and family knew as she moved into the huge military bunker he called home last month. Her lease was expiring on her small one bedroom apartment in downtown LA and Jared had insisted this was the next logical step in their path. She agreed but, unfortunately she hadn’t stopped to think about what she would do when he went on tour or to a movie set for months at a time. Surely, she would be able to meet up with him now and again, but she had her own career to tend to and couldn’t be gone for long.

Unable to sleep any longer in the morning twilight, she climbed out of bed and made her way to the master bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. After showering, dry and brush her hair and applying some light make up, she left the bathroom to find an outfit in the wall in closet, only to trip over a pair of shoes in the middle of the large closet. Jared’s black and white checkered Vans. As she stayed on the floor gentle caressing her slightly bruised ankle, she laughed as she looking around his side of the closet with all he brightly colored frocks, only he could get away putting together some of the outfit he did, often with the very Vans she just tripped over.

She got up and found a simple pair of Jean and a tee for the day and set out to find her phone as she head down to the kitchen for some much needed coffee. As she started brewing the Black Fuel Shannan had left for her, her phone began to ring. Jared was calling her.

“Good morning, my sweet!” he said as she pick up, “have you seen my black and white Vans, I thought I packed them, but I can’t find them anywhere.”

C/W: SMUT

Looking at the clock, I realized it’s just past five and the weekend is officially here. It’s Friday night, everyone will be going out drinking and having fun. My plans for the evening included a pizza and a movie at home alone. That’s when my best friend and coworker, Monica, burst through my office door. “So, a friend of a friend just texted an invite to a party tonight. You’re coming with me. No excuses, you need to get out and have some fun.”

I sighed, “I’m really not into it this evening. I made plans for a chill night at home with my dog.”

She laughed, but then rolled her eyes at me. “Fine, but at least go shopping with me? I want to find a cute dress to wear out.” I sighed, wearily agreeing and off we went.

We decided to walk down to the cute new boutique, just a couple of blocks from work. We caught up on each other’s day and sprinkled in a little girl talk along the way. The boutique was a gold mine, delivering everything you’d need for a night on the town. While we were browsing, I found your typical LBD. Thin straps, form-fitting and just short enough to keep the guys interested. I nudged Monica. “Here, this is perfect! You’ll find a man tonight for sure.”

“Oh, yeah, I love it! I’m going to keep looking before I try things on.” We continued to browse and a few feet away I heard her squeal. “Oh my god, you have to buy these! They’re perfect and your long legs would look amazing in them.”

Shoes. Not just any shoes, high heels. The infamous red bottoms that she knew deep down how much I’ve always wanted to own a pair. “No. First of all, I’m 5’10. Second of all, I look like a newborn giraffe learning to walk when I have on heels. No.”

Ignoring my protest, she flipped them over to check the size. “They’ll fit you, and there’s only one pair left. I believe the universe is trying to tell you something.”

“Yes,” I replied, “The universe loves my credit card. You’re insane if you believe I’m charging a pair of Louboutin’s, no matter how pretty they are.” Taking them from her, I sat them back down and continued shopping.

Next thing I know she was shoving me into a dressing room and tossing the LBD and shoes in with me. Sighing in defeat and knowing she wouldn’t let me out until I’ve changed, I gave in. Once I’ve got the dress and shoes on I turned to face the mirror. I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face. I instantly felt confidence rushing through my bloodstream as I stepped out of the dressing room. “Jenna!” Monica gasped, “You look hot. You’re buying those and coming with me tonight. You have to!”

Turning back to the mirror again, I looked myself over, I did like how it looked. I felt sexy and she was right, I haven’t been out in ages. It wouldn’t kill me, right? What’s the worst that could happen? Monica also found the perfect outfit to wear for the night, opting for a cute, strappy sequined top to pair with her favorite jeans and boots. With those items and minimal effort in the makeup department, she would look amazing as usual.

While waiting in line to check out, we laughed about how we could switch outfits since we were the same size. The walk back to work went quickly and we drove to my house to get ready.

Once we were ready to go, she drove us to the party. The house was really cute and I was thankful there weren’t many cars there.

Inside we mingled and Monica started talking to a cute guy. I knew then I’d be on my own for the rest of the night. Suddenly, I was regretting this decision and wanted that pizza!

That’s when I heard his voice. Smooth, slightly raspy and angelic. Standing across the room was the most handsome man I had ever seen. My nerves were instantly on fire just from breathing the same air as him again. From across the room, his ocean blue eyes connected with mine and he smiled. Every previous encounter we’ve had came flooding through my brain. I was nailed to the floor.

I realized he was walking towards me and wanted to bolt, but frozen in my spot, I prayed to regain my wits. Now standing right in front of me, it was too late.

“Hi, I’m Jared.” He stated, as if I didn’t already know.

“Charmed, I’m sure.”

“Your eyes are the most beautiful green I’ve ever seen.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls.” I retorted with a giggle. I focused my eyes on something across the room, not wanting him to know I was beginning to tremble.

Rolling my eyes, I turned around to walk into the kitchen for a drink. I haven’t even had one in years, but felt like I was going to need it tonight.

Browsing the assorted wine and spirits available along the bar, I contemplated if I wanted to dance with Jack, Jim, or stick with vodka and orange juice, I heard that velvety voice again. “I saw the tattoo, I know you’re interested.” I could actually hear his cocky smile.

Well, Jack it is. Pouring my liquid courage into a red cup and taking a big drink, I spun around to face him, “Not lacking in confidence, I see.”

He didn’t miss a beat, that sexy smirk lurked at the corner of his mouth. Ugh, that mouth and the things I wanted it to do to me. Snap out of it Jenna!

“Playing hard to get, I see.”

Slowly, he reached down and grabbed my forearm, pulling it up into the air ninety degrees. He lightly traced the marking of my favorite band, his band, the soundtrack to my life, with his thumb. “Hmm? Are you going to tell me your name? Or do I get to make up my own?”

Suddenly I was feeling a little warm, unsure if it was him, or the alcohol already kicking in. Who am I kidding, it was him, definitely him. “My tattoo may or may not have anything to do with you. Maybe I’m a Gemini, there are multiple uses for symbols you know. Shrugging my shoulders, I added, “Maybe I used to like your music.”

Arching his eyebrow, curiosity all over his expressive face, he smirked, “Used to?”

I tapped my index finger on my cup, taking another drink. “Or maybe I still do. I can’t tell you because then I’d have to kill you. And it just happens so that prison jumpsuit orange is not my color.” Tucking a few strands of my mocha colored hair behind my ear, I brushed past him.

“I have a feeling you’d look beautiful in anything.” He called after me, but I was already making my way down the hall.

After a brief tour upstairs, I got bored and rejoined the party downstairs.

I perched myself on the comfy couch next to the home owner’s dog and watched the party. The couch shifted and I look up to see Jared next to me. His big bright eyes had darkened to a steely blue. “Are you going to ignore me all night? Will you at least tell me what I did to piss you off?”

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything, it’s my defense mechanism. Because you’re so intoxicating I can hardly breathe.” I babbled before I could stop myself. I could already feel my cheeks redden the second those words flew from my mouth.

He wrapped his strong, yet delicate hand around my upper arm and whispered, “lets go” into my ear. His breath tickled my skin and sent goose bumps racing across my body.

We walked hastily down the hallway. His unzipped boots pounded heavily on the floor. He opened the door furthest from the party, pulled me in behind him and then shut it quickly.

His hands found a home on my hips as his lips met mine. He kissed me gently while his right hand roamed up my body, across my breasts and his long, slender fingers came to a rest around my neck.

Suddenly there was a loud crash! I froze, unsure of what happened. Jared was fumbling for a light switch and we both erupted in laughter when we realize we’re in a closet. Turning his face back to me he shrugged, “Oopsie” before our lips attached again.

This kiss much more urgent, our mutual hunger was more than evident. I wrapped my hands in his blue t-shirt, fingers twisted into knots, trying to get as close as I could. I moaned into his fervent kisses, coming up for air, and begging him for more. “Touch me, please.” His eyes overflowed with lust as he attacked my skin with that amazing mouth. Nibbling on my neck, he immediately hits that sweet spot just under my ear. The straps of my dress were quickly yanked down and he took my left breast into his hand. Tweaking my nipple and playing with me as I raked my nails across his arm.

I reached down between us and palm him, which elicits a moan from both of us. His hands were back on my hips, pulling my dress up to reveal my panties. I watched him kneel down, his deft fingers teasing my long legs and causing them to quake.

My left foot, suddenly airborne, made contact with his lips. He peppered kisses inch by inch up my leg. Repeating the process with my right leg. Instead of placing my foot back on the ground, he threw it over his shoulder. The devilish grin on his face as he looked up at me was enough to end my life.

He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my panty-clad center. When I heard him inhale my scent accompanied by the animalistic growl, I looked back down and watched in awe as he pulled my panties to the side and ran his fingers through my wet folds. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste so fucking good.” He rumbled.

I begged him again. “Please, Jared. Fuck me.”

He was back at eye level in seconds, lips on mine while digging in his back pocket for protection. Ripping the golden foil packet quickly and ready to go, I giggled, “someone’s eager” as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his lithe torso as he backed me against the wall.

“Very,” he replied with a wink.

I winced a little at his size when he entered me. He gave me a just moment to adjust and then quickly found a comfortable rhythm. Our breathing increased rapidly and his hand was back on my throat as he thoroughly fucked me like no man before him.

“J.. “ I sigh

“Let it go, baby,” he huffed, “give it to me,” and with those words, I was writhing against the wall, screaming his name. He followed me over the edge, panting loudly. I quickly came down from our little high while he helped me right my clothing and hair. Leaning down, he kissed me sweetly. “That was incredible. Now will you tell me your name, or should I just refer to you as the girl I fucked at the party who was wearing Louboutins?”

I laughed, “Yes, it was. Best I’ve ever had honestly. Jenna, my name is Jenna.”

“Hi, Jenna.”

“Hi, Jared.”

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