[Mixed Muses] A Meeting with Simon Skinner

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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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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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

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She leans forward to tug on his trouser zipper playfully. "I have a few ideas, to tell the truth."

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"Please share."

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She laughs as she rises from the bed. Smiling down at him from above once more, Sarah opens the fly and begins to tug his boxers down his legs. That done, she leans forward to push his shirt up to his neck. As she does that, her fingernails rake his skin lightly in hopes of eliciting more moans.

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Which she does. He eagerly moves to pull the shirt completely off of him, then reaches for any clothes that need to be removed from her.

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There's still plenty of clothing to be removed and Sarah Jane is more than content to let Simon do all the work. She kicks her shoes off, leaning back on the bed.

Every time his fingers touch a specifically sensitive area, she moans. Foreplay is absolutely wonderful.

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Eventually she is as naked as he is. He takes that moment to look at her, just to look at this woman who's unexpectedly brightened his afterlife. Then, he leans in, his mouth beginning to explore every inch of her body.

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For a few seconds, Sarah Jane feels utterly embarrassed as he looks at her. She never considered her body much to look at and as she aged, she didn't think it got any better.

But when his lips descend on her, any thought is lost. She squirms and groans with delight, begging him for more.

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He wasn't planning on stopping any time soon, not until he's kissed, licked, or sucked on every part of her body. (Biting doesn't factor. Too violent. Perhaps she can tell he's holding back just a bit.)

He moves down her body slowly, then back up again, making prolonged stops at parts of her that are especially sensitive. He's at her lips again when he's through, kissing her with far more confidence than he ever had during their previous kisses. He realizes it's an expression of possession. He suddenly pulls away, trying to cover up his sudden discomfort by burying kisses into her neck.

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If she's startled by this newfound confidence, Sarah Jane only shows it by meeting kiss with kiss. She hasn't had anyone display such a possession for her in a long time. She rather likes it.

And she still likes it when he kisses her neck. Her whole body is alive and she simply can't stop breathing out his name loudly. She wraps a leg around one of his to twist their bodies closer together. She wants to feel every bit of him pressed against her.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.