[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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"Is it because of this Timothy Dalton chap I resemble?" he asks, following her.

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"Not in the slightest."

As soon as the porch door is closed behind them, Sarah Jane pushes him against it. She's so very much eager to take up where they left off.

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"You are very eager, aren't you?" he replies. Then, rapidly, his hand moves to unzip and remove her winter jacket. Now that the neighbors can't see (and now that they aren't out in the cold), there's no need for clothes, right?

And since those pants of hers are already unfastened, they'll have to go, too.

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"Mmmm," she moans happily as her clothing gets dumped on the reception room floor. He'll have to do the same with his. Sarah's in no mood to move unless she's forced. "And you're not? I do believe that those were my knickers you've just sent flying over the sofa."

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"No, I'm--" And this statement is paused as Simon sinks down to kiss Sarah starting up from her abdomen as the top and the bra are removed. Once he's level with her mouth again, he--

--'s quite forgotten what he wants to say. So he kisses her thoroughly instead!

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It's a kiss well returned as roughly and passionately as she could possibly muster. This has nothing to do with Timothy Dalton or wanting to comfort him. It has everything to do with randiness instead.

With one leg, she carefully tugs his body against hers. She doesn't want any free space between them -- only that pleasurable suffocation from before.

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She'll find no complaints from this party.

His hand--connected to an arm still buried beneath too many clothes--slides down her back, squeezing all the flesh it comes into contact with. It stops on her bum, where, too, is more squeezing.

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Sarah squirms, arching in to him and moaning at the action. Now that they're within the confines of her house, she can be as loud as she'd like.

And she is, clinging to his neck as she does so.

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Simon breaks the kiss, starting to focus on her neck--but not before he mutters the following reminder: "I think I have too many clothes on."

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"Mmph."

She's a little frustrated that the kissing has stopped. But she nods at his point. It does make sense, really. "All you have to really do is get rid of those troublesome trousers."

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"Why do I?" Simon makes grabby hands for one of her hands, then places it on top of the button of his trousers. "Why can't you?"

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Because she is lazy!

Sarah Jane laughs, fingering the button slowly and teasingly. "If you insist, Simon."

The trousers come off easy enough before Sarah slides her hands underneath his shirt, fingernails raking at the skin they come in contact with.

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Mmm, yes, those trousers were quite troublesome. He feels much better now that he's free! It also helps that he enjoys the whole fingernails raking the skin act that she does during the sexing. He lets Sarah Jane know this, though, luckily for the neighbors, not as loudly as Sarah Jane likes to let him know that he's doing it right.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

Here is the part where neighbors be damned.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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"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.