[Mixed Muses] A Date with Simon

[his_sarah_jane]

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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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

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.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

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.

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

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

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

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.

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

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.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

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

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"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.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"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."

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"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.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

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