[Ami] Unpretty

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Who: Ami
Where: Medical Facility, Bedroom H
When: Day 23, late evening
Invited: Private: Scott
Status: Complete [Closed]

Ironically, Ami wasn't in the mood.

She had been. Once she elicited a promise from Scott that tonight they'd actually make love, she spent the evening preparing. First had come the long, warm shower and the washing and conditioning of her hair. Ami took time to style it carefully, and she liked the results. It had been a while since she'd primped for any reason, and it felt good to do it. Her giddy good mood lasted all the way until she slipped into one of her negligees.

It didn't fit the way it had two weeks (three days) ago. None of them did. During her stay with DHARMA she'd lost weight and it showed. The negligee didn't cling to curves because she didn't have the same curves she started off with. While she wasn't anorexic, she could see the shadow of her rib cage and her very prominent collar bones. Even her cheek bones stood out.

For the longest time Ami merely stared at herself in the mirror inside the armoire. Her fingertips danced lightly over bone and skin, until she couldn't take it anymore and she slammed the door closed hard enough to hear the mirror rattle.

(No wonder he doesn't want me,) the thought came unbidden and once there, there was absolutely nothing Ami could do to banish it. Carefully narrowing her link with Scott, Ami let the tears flow. She hurriedly gathered up the lingerie and shoved it into the armoire, as far back as she could. She didn't want to see the stuff again for a very long time.

Dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, Ami turned off the lights and climbed into bed. She burrowed down into the blankets and hoped that her husband would forget or wouldn't be in the mood either.

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Ami didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Standing there starkers with her husband's arms around her, feeling his ardor both psychically and physically, she was both amazed and relieved. Scott still wanted her. Logically that made sense, but logic was warring with her emotions and her emotions seemed to want to have the upper hand.

Too overwhelmed from her emotional rollercoaster, Ami simply turned around and wound her arms around Scott. She rested her head on his shoulder, simply holding him and hugging him and letting her love for him flow. His ardor and desire flowed into her, pushing back the tumult of emotions enough for her to feel a spark of her own interest. Tilting her head up, she pressed her lips softly against his, gently and questioningly.

She wanted, no she needed to make love to him, but there would be no sex kittens here tonight. Not just yet. Ami felt that he would understand.

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Something new was wrong with Ami. Her emotions were conflicting and chaotic. Scott tried to look for a physiological cause, but her emotions, her body, and his reaction to her body were too distracting. Since she seemed to physically be as well as she had before dinner and was now returning some of his attentions, Scott kissed her back.

Normally Ami would have upped the seduction ante. Tonight, though, she didn't. Scott pulled back, concerned. "Do you want to do this? We don't have to." (But I so want to,) his id added silently.

Ami grinned -- not her usual sultry smile, but a self-conscious one. /I do./ She peered shyly up through her lashes. /I'll follow your lead./

That also was odd. They usually had full-contact, no-holds-barred sex. Thanks to their link Scott knew that she really did want to make love, so he'd happily lead.

After she'd helped Scott shed his clothes, he picked Ami up and laid her on the bed. Then he proceeded to lavish her with attention in all of ways and places she most enjoyed, slowly and deliberately fanning their desire. When they were both trembling with need Ami dragged his mouth up to hers. "Now," she growled, thrusting her hips so he slid inside. They came instantly, gasping with delight.

When Scott's hormone-addled brain could think straight again he rolled so that Ami lie on top of him. He pushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her face, including the newly white strands. /I'll always want you./

[Ami] A Proposal, No Really

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Sated and content, Ami stared down at her husband. With her heart full of love and her body still tingling from their lovemaking, she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. /Even when I'm old and gray?/

Scott returned her kiss, coiling that lock of silvery-white around his finger. /You've got the gray covered and I still want you./

As they broke apart, Ami settled onto his chest, nuzzling him. /Promise?/

/Promise./ She trembled from pleasure as his hands ran along her sides and playfully cupped her buttocks.

/I'm going to hold you to that./ They lie that way for a while, content, sated and indulging in the pleasure of their touching bodies and the echoes of emotion along their link. Suddenly, Ami lifted up and peered down at him thoughtfully. /Will you marry me?/

Dark chocolate eyes blinked back at her in complete confusion. One hand climbed up her body to cup her face and stroke her cheek. Scott's voice was low murmur, "I thought we were already married. Where it matters most, right?"

"I know but - " Ami leaned into his touch then sat up, reluctantly reducing the contact between their bodies. Her fingertips traced patterns over his chest, "I know that you're not a traditionalist and that you don't care about that sort of thing, but I'd like a ceremony. Just something small and informal, right here on the island." /I know it's corny and romantic, but could we? Please? Will you marry me?/

[Scott] A Proposal, No Really

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Scott felt his Ami-giddy smile spread across his face. /Yes, Ami Jackson, I'll marry you. Whenever and whereever you want./ Suddenly he remembered the half-finished ring he'd been making for her. After shielding the thought from Ami he amended, "No, wait." Her face fell, so he kissed her soundly. "Give me a week. Then I'll marry you. Again."

[Ami] Back in the Saddle

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(One week? He's up to something,) Ami realized, but then decided that she would let Scott have his secret – and wouldn't pry no matter how tempting it was.

Instead, she laughed delightedly and leaned down to kiss him quite thoroughly. A flicker of surprise – and appreciation – radiated from Scott and he returned her kiss earnestly as he pulled her body back down to hold her tightly against his. With so much skin touching, Ami knew that Scott was not only flattered by her proposal, but as giddy as she was. That turned the kiss from merely an affectionate thank you to something more intense and wanting.

The hunger that had been absent earlier flared to life, like a spark of fire suddenly being given an influx of oxygen. What began as sweet and gentle, turned deep and demanding as Ami wound the fingers of one hand in Scott's hair, her mouth drinking his and raising the stakes each time his response escalated to meet her challenge. By the time they broke apart, gasping for air, both were trembling and panting.

Ami gave him a sultry smile, /I'm back./

Then before he could manage an answer, she slid down his body and between his legs, emphasizing her 'words' with her hands and her mouth and her tongue.

[Scott] The saddle is all yours, baby.

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As Ami laughed the reason for her dramatic mood swing came to Scott: rapidly lowering hormone levels. Rather than slowly weaning her off of the artificial hormones DHARMA had been feeding her, they'd stopped cold turkey. (Probably not the best idea--)

Then Ami was kissing him very hormonally in a very good way. Scott's hormones surged as well, short-circuiting rational thought. /I'm back,/ Ami informed him.

Was she ever.

He tried to say "Welcome back," but all that came out was a moan.

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