[Mixed Muses] A Date with Simon

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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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"Which is exactly why you ought not to go through this alone, Simon."

She sighs for a moment, closing her own eyes as she rests her head back against his shoulder.

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His lips quirk into a very small smile. "You know, you're making this very difficult for me."

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She grins ever so much as well. "Isn't that the point?"

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"If you insist."

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"I do. Very much so."

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"Well, I insist--very much so--that we go back to the bar so I can wallow in self-pity."

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She frowns for a moment, considering.

"Will I be allowed to stay?"

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"Depends on how interesting you find a pity party."

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Quietly, "You shouldn't be alone."

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"Then stay with me. I can't promise I'll make for interesting company."

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"I will," she says quietly, yet willfully. She kisses his temple once more before standing and holding out a hand.

"Shall we get going?"

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"Guess so," he replies, grabbing her hand, rising to his feet.

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For a moment, Sarah Jane stands there staring at him. She doesn't want to go back to Milliways. She'd much rather stay here with him. But at the same time, he seems so lost that it would be wrong to simply abandon him.

She smiles weakly for a moment before standing on her tiptoes and curving an arm around his neck to kiss him.

This is the only proper way to end a date, after all. Even if it had ended minutes earlier.

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He returns the kiss, arms snaking around her back, almost lifting her off the ground. It's hard not to forget the revelation that he is fake--also hard to forget that she's real, realer than he is.

And it's very, very hard not to lose himself into how real she feels.

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For a fake man, he kisses very, very well. Very well indeed. Her other arm wraps around his neck to hold herself in place as she slips her tongue inside his mouth.

With their bodies pressed against each other like this, it's hard for her to maintain control and dignity. She doesn't want to, anyhow.

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Telling himself that what his physical reactions aren't real doesn't stop himself from verbally expressing them. He moans softly into her mouth, sliding his tongue into hers, his arms wrapped even more tightly around her as he tries his hardest to stay on his feet.

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His moan is eagerly met by her own as her kisses become more hungry. She clings on to him, barely any space between their bodies. With what grip she has on the floor, Sarah Jane tries pushing him towards the nearest wall of her house.

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She doesn't have to try hard.

Except that, with Simon directing their bodies towards the wall, it's Sarah who winds up pressed against it, not Simon.

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She moans again, not complaining at all. The bricks are cold and tinged with frost, but an amazing contrast to the heat radiating from Simon's body. Rather stuck in place now, Sarah's hands begin an exploration of his back.

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Simon's hands, for their part, slip underneath Sarah Jane's shirt, doing some exploration of their own as Simon's mouth remains otherwise preoccupied.

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If anything, her moans only become louder as his hands rub against certain sensitive body parts. They shouldn't be doing this out here, she thinks for a moment, remembering how her neighbors do tend to be horribly curious.

But oh, this feels far too good to stop.

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Nope, they probably shouldn't! And Simon's mind is telling him that now, even as his hand slides lower and lower, unfastening the button of her jeans and going lower still. He'll stop, eventually. Yes, he will. He just wants to feel a bit more of her before he does.

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She's decided: inflicting this sort of reaction on a man is quite possibly the best aphrodisiac she can think of. Her moans become louder now and it only takes seconds before she grabs Simon's hand and settles it inside her knickers.

Sarah Jane opens her eyes for a moment, just to get a glimpse of his face. He's making her act like a randy teenager all over again. It's a rather wonderful feeling.

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Simon's eyes remained squeezed shut. Sight isn't necessary to find what he's looking for inside her knickers. And, soon enough, he finds it, slipping his fingers inside her for that one indulgence before totally stopping for the benefit of the neighbors.

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Disappointment flashes through Sarah's eyes when his hand pulls away. That wasn't enough, not nearly enough for what she desires.

Quietly, "Must we wait for Milliways to continue?"