Drabble: Com'n for You
Mar. 11th, 2012 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvenavariFandom: Twilight
Pairing: Seth/multiples
Prompt: Hell on Heels by Pistol Annies
The lock of the deep mahogany door turned over easily and then opened without a sound. Seth Clearwater entered the apartment, dropping his keys into the little bowl on the table inside the door. He slipped off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt that was undone down to the fourth button, and hung it up in the closet behind the door.
Stepping further into the apartment he flipped some lights on. As the lights came on they revealed an apartment with the latest of everything. A little smile touched Seth’s lips before he headed into the bedroom to take his shoes off. When Carlisle had first given him the apartment to buy his silence toward Esme, Seth had wondered if Esme ever asked why they didn’t come to this place anymore. Now he didn’t care. Once his shoes were placed in the large walk in closet and the socks had been put in the dirty clothes hamper he returned to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
With a scotch on the rocks in his hand he moved over to the floor to ceiling windows that lined two walls of the corner high rise apartment. The lights of Los Angeles sparkled in the darkness before him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a wad of bills, ten thousand to be exact, and tossed it onto the coffee table. The money rolled to a stop against a set of keys to a 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 250r (a gift from Jasper), which lay on a shiny platinum credit card that he had gotten from Emmett. He would have to put Edward’s name in his little black book of good clients. Check another off for breaking a million hearts.
Turning back to the window, Seth leaned against it with one arm above his head. He brought the glass of scotch up to his lips and took a sip. Swallowing slowly he enjoyed the burn of the alcohol going down his throat before a sly grin spread across his lips.
“Sugar daddy I’m com’n for you,” he murmured.
Pairing: Seth/multiples
Prompt: Hell on Heels by Pistol Annies
The lock of the deep mahogany door turned over easily and then opened without a sound. Seth Clearwater entered the apartment, dropping his keys into the little bowl on the table inside the door. He slipped off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt that was undone down to the fourth button, and hung it up in the closet behind the door.
Stepping further into the apartment he flipped some lights on. As the lights came on they revealed an apartment with the latest of everything. A little smile touched Seth’s lips before he headed into the bedroom to take his shoes off. When Carlisle had first given him the apartment to buy his silence toward Esme, Seth had wondered if Esme ever asked why they didn’t come to this place anymore. Now he didn’t care. Once his shoes were placed in the large walk in closet and the socks had been put in the dirty clothes hamper he returned to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
With a scotch on the rocks in his hand he moved over to the floor to ceiling windows that lined two walls of the corner high rise apartment. The lights of Los Angeles sparkled in the darkness before him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a wad of bills, ten thousand to be exact, and tossed it onto the coffee table. The money rolled to a stop against a set of keys to a 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 250r (a gift from Jasper), which lay on a shiny platinum credit card that he had gotten from Emmett. He would have to put Edward’s name in his little black book of good clients. Check another off for breaking a million hearts.
Turning back to the window, Seth leaned against it with one arm above his head. He brought the glass of scotch up to his lips and took a sip. Swallowing slowly he enjoyed the burn of the alcohol going down his throat before a sly grin spread across his lips.
“Sugar daddy I’m com’n for you,” he murmured.
