Drabble-Month: Day #13

It’s a con gone bad, but at the same time, it’s something gone inexplicably and wholly and fully right. Ash’s lips are still tingling from Sean leaning in to kiss him in order to solidify their fronts as boyfriend and ‘sugar daddy’, so to speak, right in front of the mark, who had otherwise been disinterested up until this point.

“I suppose that’s another declining of my offer,” she muses in a slightly kittenish way that has Ash seeing red and clasping a hand to the small of Sean’s back possessively. If either of them get too close, there’s no telling what’ll happen.

She seems to be buying their little play of affection as genuine and she turns her briefcase to show off the money, eyes roaming over Sean’s body.

“We should do this again sometime. When your father isn’t around,” she drawls and Ash’s nostrils flare with rage.

Sean seems calm as anything, though. One hand is on Ash’s bicep and Sean rubs it up and down reassuringly, just enough of a grip lurking there to let Ash know that if he dares to try anything, he’s going to get a severe talking to later and an immediate trouncing to prevent the con from going horrible.

When she’s finally gone with her briefcase filled with fake bills, Ash turns to Sean and tries to shake off the glower.

“She didn’t have to look at you like a piece of meat,” he complains sharply.

“No,” Sean says, sounding far too jolly considering how close it all came to going off and over the rails in a cataclysmic way. “But I didn’t exactly mind the fact that it got you all hot and bothered,” he says perkily, lifting his shoulders. Before Ash can think to ask exactly why Sean likes that, he claps Ash firmly on the shoulder. “C’mon, then! Let’s go share the riches with the rest!”