[Ami] Unpretty
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crossing_lostrpWho: 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.
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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[Scott] A Proposal, No Really
Date: 2006-10-22 06:44 pm (UTC)[Ami] Back in the Saddle
Date: 2006-10-22 10:24 pm (UTC)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.
Date: 2006-10-30 01:36 am (UTC)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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Date: 2006-10-30 05:37 am (UTC)