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[Mixed Muses] A Date with Simon

The door opens to a cozy attic neatly cluttered with many assorted nicknacks. Some of the objects are easily recognisable: books, photo frames, papers, etc. Others, though, are much more alien in origin.

Sarah Jane smiles warmly as she moves aside to let Simon through. Then, she shrugs slightly. "I don't typically have much company up here."

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Reassurance like that just encourages her to continue, digging her nails in harder to his flesh as she kisses him roughly. She had never thought she'd be run for rough shagging, but it makes her feel so young again. It's hard to resist.

Simon thought he would give up rough shagging with youth, but clearly that has not happened yet! Nor has his complaints in regards to rough sex surfaced. Hmm!

His hands pinned on her waist, he starts to turn her around, attempting to push her back against the wall.

Sarah follows his lead easily enough, allowing herself to be backed up until her back collides with the nearest wall.

She's stuck wedged between two rather hard places again and it's brilliant. The kissing continues, although now it's intermixed with bites and licks on his neck.

One of those hard places is pushed into her while Simon squeezes tightly onto her bum.

Here is the part where neighbors be damned.

Neighbors be damned indeed.

Sarah Jane moans loudly at this. If he thought that her nails were deep in his skin before, now they've ended foreplay and started the actual shagging bit, it's enough to draw blood.

Pressed against a wall, though, means Sarah can't do much to aid in the pleasure. She does, however, after two or so tries, manage to wrap her legs around his waist to enable him to slide in more.

It's quite all right. Shagging her against the wall is pleasure enough. Simon loosens his grip around her bum, only to squeeze other areas with as much viselike pressure. Kisses on her lips become intermingled with bites to there and anywhere else his mouth can get at as the pace of his thrusts increases and grows more violent.

Her breath comes out in shorter and shorter pants as they continue. She lost in a world of sensations, grunts, and screams as they continue.

She's given up on trying to do much aside from ride out the pleasure and pain. And it's rather wonderful to do so.

And eventually the pleasure and pain comes to a crescendo. It is, quite probably, knowing these two, a very loud crescendo.

Very loud indeed. Not that either complains, of course.

As she comes down from her climax, she rests her head against his chest. She closes her, breathing in the scent of him.

"Thank you," she whispers in between pants.

He says nothing in response to that, partly because the words that do rest on his tongue as a reply are words he's not sure he's ready to say yet. Instead, he ducks his head, kissing the top of her hair with a tenderness not felt during their previous session of sex.

Sarah smiles at the kiss, cuddling further against him. "Can we just go to sleep, Simon? My bed is just upstairs."

"What about your son?" He REALLY doesn't want to be explained to a kid. This falls under his reluctance to explain himself to strangers--and his general reluctance to meet strangers these days, in contrast to his extroverted nature.

"He's at Clyde's, remember?" Sarah Jane looks up for a moment before resting her head back against him. "He won't be home until late tomorrow, I promise."

"Ok. You'll have to wake me before then." And possibly drag him out, because he has the impression that he won't get out of bed without a fight.

"I will," she promises, kissing the tip of his nose. "Thank you."

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