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Title: Knock Three Times
Author: [livejournal.com profile] empressearwig
Prompt: 41 - Behind Closed Doors
Pairing/Character(s): Lana/Jake, Patrick
Rating: mild PG
Disclaimer: Characters originally appearing on General Hospital do not belong to me.
Word Count: 874
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: “You know there’s going to be hell to pay if your parents catch me in here.”
Author's Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] theechochorus.

Lana peeked her head into the front door.

“Hello? Anybody home?” she called out.

When no one answered, she pushed open the door and tugged her boyfriend Jake into the house. “Come on, upstairs,” she hissed, as she pulled him towards the stairs and into her bedroom.

Once inside, she pulled the door shut and sagged back against it. “I thought for sure that someone would have beat us here,” she said, out of breath. She straightened and dropped her dance bag and kicked off her shoes. She flopped down on her back on the bed, looking up at Jake.

Jake shrugged out of his letterman’s jacket and toed off his sneakers, crossing the room to stretch out alongside her. He propped himself on his elbow, and looked down at Lana. “You know there’s going to be hell to pay if your parents catch me in here.”

Lana shrugged. “So we don’t let them catch us,” she said simply, tugging his head down to hers.

Jake came willingly, and the two teens quickly lost themselves in each other. Their kissing grew more intense, and Lana had tugged Jake’s t-shirt off and Jake had pulled off Lana’s hoodie and was in the middle of sliding her tank top up her body when they suddenly heard noises coming from downstairs.

They froze.

“Did you hear that?” Lana whispered.

Jake nodded against her neck.

They were still for a long moment, waiting for another sound. When none came, Jake’s hands started to creep her shirt upward again, when the sound of Patrick’s voice drifted up the stairs.

“Lana? Are you home? I saw your car outside…”

“Shit!” Lana cursed, pushing Jake up off of her. He fell backwards, and just watched her as pulled her tank top back down and grabbed her hoodie and zipped it back on. She threw Jake his shirt. “Get dressed, you idiot. Do you really want my father coming in here and seeing you like that?”

Jake gulped, and tugged his shirt back on over his head, he stood, wincing slightly at the movement. “What am I supposed to do?” he hissed frantically.

“Get in the closet,” Lana ordered, gathering up his shoes and jacket. “I’ll sneak you out once I can distract him.” She shoved the assortment into his arms and pushed him backwards into the closet, giving him a swift kiss. “Sorry about this.”

She shut the door in his face.

There was a knock at her door. “Lana, are you in there?”

Lana took a quick glance in the mirror, and smoothed her hair back into the bun she wore. She hoped the fact that she’d had dance class not long before would cover for the rest of her disheveled appearance. She opened the door and smiled widely at her father. “Hi, Dad.”

“Hi,” Patrick said suspiciously. “Didn’t you hear me calling for you?”

“I did, but I was in the middle of getting ready to go take a shower,” Lana explained. “You remember I have my most demanding class on Thursdays, right?”

The suspicion didn’t leave Patrick’s face. “Right.”

“Was there something you needed?” Lana asked, trying to act as normal as possible.

“Your mom got stuck at the hospital, so I’m making dinner tonight.”

“You mean you’re ordering out for dinner tonight,” Lana corrected, an impish smile on her face.

“Brat,” Patrick said, bringing his hand up to tweak her nose. “Anyway, I wanted to know if there was something in particular you wanted.”

“Hm,” Lana considered. “Did you ask Matt yet?”

“He’s staying for dinner at Lucky and Maxie’s.”

“Oh. Well, why don’t we go look at the menu’s and see if anything sounds good?” She suggested loudly.

“Okay…” Patrick said slowly. “That sounds like a good idea. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Why wouldn’t everything be alright?” Lana asked, as sweat started to drip down the back of her neck.

“I don’t know.” Patrick eyed his daughter closely. “You tell me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.” She started pulling Patrick down the stairs and towards the kitchen at the back of the house. “Let’s just go see what we want to have for dinner and then I can come back up here and take my shower. I was thinking maybe Thai…”

“We had that last week,” Patrick argued as they headed down the hall.

Jake listened to them head down the stairs, and when he thought the coast was clear he cracked open the closet and tip toed down the stairs, and crept as quietly as he could out the front door.

As he left, he could hear Lana and Patrick arguing playfully about what to have for dinner. He sat on the front steps of the house and tugged his shoes and jacket back on. It was a good thing that he’d gone home before Lana had picked him up after her dance class, Jake reflected. Otherwise he’d be really screwed when it came time to get his calculus assignment done for tomorrow. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking towards his father’s house.

He took a wistful glance back at the closed door of the Drake’s house.

If only Patrick had stayed gone just a little while longer.

Date: 2008-08-25 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lapiccolina.livejournal.com
1. She IS Patrick Drake's daughter.

2. It's a good thing Patrick didn't catch them. Hoo boy.


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