his_sarah_jane | [Mixed Muses] A Meeting with Simon Skinner

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[Mixed Muses] A Meeting with Simon Skinner

It has been a long week and Sarah Jane is ever so grateful when her attic door opens up to Milliways again. While she has found herself really enjoying Luke, Maria, and Clyde's company, a part of her still seeks to be alone. And to be in the company of adults that will accept her.

So, it's with a cuppa and her notebook that Sarah settles into a booth. She won't admit it to herself, but she's looking for someone in particular. Christmas shopping has been taking it's tole, resulting in her buying a few gifts she hadn't planned on. Including one for her one-night stand.

If he ever shows up.

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He wants to ask why. For the sake of peace and quiet, he won't. He grins softly, radiating a thankfulness he doesn't quite feel inside.

Sarah Jane smiles back as she awkwardly moves her hand back to her teacup.

The conversation has seemed to reach a stand still. She's not too sure what to say now.

For the record, neither is Simon. He has a mind to go back upstairs. Quietly, he reaches for his own cup of tea, sips it, while staring at the journal. What is he going to write in there? Dear Diary, Today I was lazy and slept until three, if three exists here. Tomorrow I think I will do the same thing.

Sarah Jane sighs softly, leaning back in the booth. A part of her had been hoping for some sort of offer. She did rather enjoy waking up with someone else in bed the last time they met. Is it so horrible to want it again?

But she doesn't quite know how to bring it up.

Simon finishes his tea, disposing of the cup by handing it to a passing wait rat. He picks up the journal--he can't help the small smile that cracks as he does so. Somebody bought him a present. It had been some time since he received one. When he looks at Sarah, his smile becomes a touch rueful.

"I...I'm go back to my room, now. I'm a little tired."

Sarah Jane nods, opening her mouth to say something, then closing it, only to part her lips again.

"Would you... oh, would you like some company?"

Read: it be secks time now plz?

His smile broadens. It's not rueful at all. "I would."

She smiles back. That wasn't so hard, was it?

"All right then," she responds as she stands from the booth.

Moments later they arrive in Simon's lovepad.

Simon's lovepad is in actuality a very simple room with a television set that he has not turned off. He has it turned on to a 24 hour news station--good background noise as any. He crosses over to the box and turns it off.

Sarah Jane eyes the unmade bed for a moment before deciding to take a seat. She's not sure if she should have gone and kissed him instead. To be honest, she's not quite sure of anything right now.

This was much easier the last time.

He sits next to her. "Sorry about the bed. I'm usually neater than this."

Sarah turns her head to smile at him. "I don't mind at all."

After all, isn't the whole point of this to muse the sheets even more?

Yeah, but he has a lady to impress!

"Good to hear."

Sooo...how about that sex thing?

Seems to be the unasked question lingering in the air. Awkwardness ahoy.

Sarah nods, smiling again.

So. Shagging.

She knows how to do this. They did it just a week ago. Sarah takes a deep breath, flashes him what she hopes is a flirtatious grin, and then kisses him.

Kissing is very conducive to the sex! There is eager reciprocation, if not slightly awkward. That's nothing unusual for them.

No, it isn't. Two adults fumbling around like awkward teenagers in the backseat of a car. It's very, very typical of them. And Sarah Jane enjoys this kissing bit so very much.

So does Simon, unsurprisingly. This isn't the great, passionate romance men his age dream about. This is uncomfortable, bumbling, silly, satirical--and all the more sweeter for it. (He doesn't think he can handle great romance, anyway. This suits him fine.)

When the need for air becomes apparent, Simon pulls back and laughs, laughs because right now he feels more alive than he has in years.

Sarah Jane joins him laughter after catching her breath. She feels like she's half her age again and it's wonderful. It's absolutely brilliant to share in such a bumbling kiss. Absolutely.

"I think we ought to continue, don't you?" Sarah beams at him. "We're only going to get better at this with practice."

"Absolutely." He places his hand on her waist, leans in and kisses her again: more self-assured this time, and with the aim of the kiss leading to other things.

Her eyes close as she shifts in the bed, placing a hand on the arm that's holding her in place. She kisses him back deeply, slipping in her tongue and sighing with contentment. Then, Sarah slowly pushes him down towards the middle of the bed as she tries not to break the kiss.

He moans into her mouth, his hands starting to roam once he's pressed onto the bed. They aren't sure whether they're looking for things to squeeze or things to remove, so they set about doing both.

With every squeeze, Sarah sighs and moans. How did she go so long without this sort of contact. While one hand keeps her balanced on top of him, the other begins to explore his body.

She caresses his face, working her way down his neck to arm to chest, and downward to his crotch.

Simon is just as verbal with his pleasure as Sarah is. He also thinks he's wearing far too many clothes. He's getting way too hot with the kisses and her hands roaming all over his body. His heart is racing, he feels dizzy and thankful that he's anchored beneath her. Otherwise he might collapse from the vertigo.

She rather likes to be able to hear responses to her actions. It makes her more confident in her actions. Sarah Jane kisses him deeper and rougher before pulling away.

She takes a deep breath, collapsing on her back. "Clothing. I believe we both have too much of it on."

He looks at her sidelong, grinning coyly. "What are we going to do about that?"

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