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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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That's enough to make him forget all his reservations. As hard as he tries, he can't resist. He has to give in to everything. She's begging for it. So he gives in. He bites her neck, a bit harder than normal, and works his way up to her lips again, crushing them, possessing them, as his hands wring her flesh. It's a more violent him than he wanted to be in the bedroom these days. But it's the only him that can respond to her needs without holding back.

She gasps and screams into his mouth at this new onslaughts. This isn't awkward and hesitant at all. It's possessive and demanding, violent even. But it feels absolutely wonderful. Her leg presses on his behind even harder, crushing their bottom halves as close as their top ones are.

Her heart is pounding hard in her chest now and she's certain these actions are going to leave marks. Her hands rake down his back and scratch hard enough to leave marks as she clings to him, almost as if he were a lifeline keeping her alive through the roughness.

He's too far gone to be cautious about marks. In fact, at this moment he would be glad for any marks he leaves. If she's not protesting, he's not ashamed of this at all.

Without breaking the kiss or any other sort of pleasant contact their bodies are having, he shifts just enough to finally push into her. This is what she's been asking for, and it's about time he finally delivered.

When he does so, Sarah screams into his mouth loudly. This is definitely a case of sensory overload. Her nails dig deeper into his skins, quite possibly drawing blood.

She arcs her body upward so he slips further in, groaning with delight as this happens. There is little thinking involved now. She can't bring herself to care about the racket she is making. All of this feels far too good to stop.

Simon doesn't mind the racket, the blood: anything. He's given himself over to an exhilarating act of dominance. He thrusts violently, harshly into her, grunting, groaning, panting. He pulls his lips away from hers, nipping, biting at the skin of her ear and her neck. She can be as loud as she wants. He'll only try to make her scream louder.

It's been years since her last fling or relationship, anything involving sex. Yet, she can't remember ever shagging this violently. It's... well, it's certainly exhilarating to say the least, especially given their age.

She meets his thrusts with renewed stamina, drawing on her strength to match his dominance with some of her own. Sarah screams each time he bites down on her flesh, screams each time he collides with that sweet spot inside of her. Each scream does get progressively louder, screams of his name and of wanting more. She doesn't process what she's saying at his point, incoherently calling for everything to be rougher, faster, harder: in a word, more violent.

Sarah Jane hasn't ever been one for violence. In this case, losing herself in sensations she hadn't ever thought she would feel again, she's found the exception.

Every demand is complied. If Simon were thinking of anything but the sex, he would start to worry about the bed. He'd start to worry about both of them, being what the younger generation would consider ancient, yet fucking away like two bodies in their prime. But as the exhilaration builds, as he thrusts harder and rougher and faster into her, as his mouth bites down into flesh and sometimes extracts blood--he honestly couldn't care about the bed or their age.

Every inch of her is shaking even before her orgasm hits. She's certain her body looks like an absolute danger zone right now. She can feel blood trickling down her neck and chest and all it does is excite her more. This is quite possibly the most alive Sarah Jane has felt in a long time. She isn't trying to recapture her youth, she isn't trying to prove that she can make it on her own. She's living.

"Simon," she wails when she finally does come, louder than any previous scream or moan. Her inner muscles clench around him and her nails draw more blood from his back. She finds herself clinging to the moment, clinging to him as she waits for him to join her in ecstasy.

It doesn't take long for him to do so, giving in to a sensation so blinding he's unaware that anything even exists beyond that moment, beyond that sensation. His hands grip her flesh tighter than before, tighter than he's ever grabbed anything, he thinks.

Eventually, the grip loosens, the feeling subsides. He's back on earth again, dripping with sweat and blood and racked with exhaustion.

There are going to be bruises. Bruises and cuts and scrapes that she has absolutely no clue how she'll ever explain to Luke because she doubts that even a turtleneck can possibly cover this mess up.

And it all hurts now. She's sore and aching in places she never realised existed as she takes deep breaths. Sarah Jane makes no attempt to reach for a a sheet to cover her naked body with. She's too exhausted to.

She does, however, turn her head ever so much to smile at him as she works on regaining her breath.

Simon doesn't think he'll be able to move much for days, much less right now. It's a miracle he's even able to turn his head just enough to see that smile.

"Sorry," he says between breaths, a weak, almost imperceptible grin on his face.

She attempts a laugh but it hurts far too much do so right now. Instead she continues with the smile.

"I'm sorry as well," she murmurs. After all, his back is rather scratched up and bloody right now because of her. "Oh, but it felt wonderful, didn't it?"

Even if everything hurts now.

"It did. 'n now I don't think I'll move for days."

"You're not alone with that."

But, at the very least, she rather wants contact. So she reaches a steady hand out, placing it on his hip.

Better.

Simon wraps his hand around hers, pulling them up to his stomach. He's silent for a few moments, catching his breath (thankful again that he can breathe), enjoying the quiet.

Then, silently: "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For...everything. More than I expected to meet me when I died."

"It's a chance for a new start, Simon," she answers quietly.

There's more to say but she falls silent as she so carefully moves her body closer to his. With their shagging, enough bodily fluids have already been exchanged that Sarah doesn't care if their sweat and blood mix. She'd much rather just lay her head on his chest.

After she recovers from the small effort, she smiles as she drapes her free arm over his abdomen. "Enjoy every moment of it."

He carefully lifts his free arm to wrap around hers, and bends his head down far enough to place a kiss on her forehead. Even these tender actions hurt, but he does them, anyway.

He rests his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes. "I will."

As long as she's with him, he will.

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