crossing_lostrp | [Ami] Settling in for the Night

Who: Ami
Where: The bunker, bedroom
When: Early evening/night, Day 28, before Dreaming the dreams of others
Invited: Scott
Status: Incomplete

Eventually Ami ran out of reasons to avoid going to their bedroom. She felt silly about it – but she couldn't shake the lingering bits of embarrassment she felt about her earlier actions. True, she and Scott knew each other, but they didn't actually know each other, and what was easily handled earlier now made her feel a bit uncomfortable when she reflected on being alone with him.

Of course, the (good) sex wasn't the only reason she felt reluctance. Inevitably, being alone with Scott would mean talking. Specifically, it meant talking about the things in her journal. Ami didn't look forward to sharing the details of whatever Scott would want to know. Reading it was one thing; reflecting on it was easy and acceptable. However, speaking of it aloud would make all the craziness – sentient telepathic smoke monsters, savage telepathic cavemen, trapped on an island six months out of sync – all more real and true.

Given the option of talking about "the real world" and having sex with a man she didn't really know – but felt immensely drawn to nevertheless – Ami would chose the latter.

Ami put the final touches on her stall tactics with a shower, a good washing of her hair and brushing her teeth. Finally she returned to their bedroom, not knowing whether to be relieved or disappointed that Scott was nowhere in sight. His absence gave her the opportunity to sort through their "booty" again, though it provided no more answers on this round than it did the first several.

From the dresser she selected a simple satin night dress, not too modest and not too sexy or suggestive and armed with her journal she climbed into the middle of the (made for two) bed and began to re-read.

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The electronic, crystal, and over-his-head bits of technology in the Geek Lab were the only things capable of keeping Scott's mind off of Ami. Unfortunately McKay's abrasiveness warred with Scott's fascination. If not for empathy he wouldn't have been able to remain in the same room with the arrogant Canuck for two hours. After only 15 minutes McKay had tried to throw Scott out. Rather than start a fight, Scott had empathically persuaded the man to believe he'd be careful and not break anything. The curmudgeon looked down his overeducated nose at Scott, but grudgingly let him stay.

Scott had nearly figured out how a crystal-tech circuit worked -- "That? Tinker toys," McKay had sniffed -- when exhaustion began to overtake his curiosity. Tired and fed up with McKay's attitude, Scott scowled at the scientist, said goodnight, and left.

Again Scott hesitated outside of their room. Although he very much wanted to see (and feel and taste) Ami again, he wasn't sure if she felt the same way. They'd kept their link constricted for the past few hours, and he didn't dare ask. A non-amnesiac part of his brain said that people don't normally hop into bed a few hours after meeting. But the situation was far from normal, and Ami felt right, and--

/Are we going to go through this each time you want to enter *our* room?/ Amusement and a hint of nervousness accompanied Ami's thought.

Scott grinned self-consciously as he reached for the doorknob. /Not anymore./ The sight of Ami lounging on *their* bed in a curve-hugging dark green nightgown made him freeze in mid-step. "Guh." After wrestling his libido under control Scott entered and closed the door behind him. /That's hormone-ese for 'You look fantastic,'/ he blushed.

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Ami swelled with both pride and a bit of embarrassment from the compliment. /Thank you./

She ducked her head for a moment, although a smile turned up the corners of her lips. After tucking her hair behind one ear with a nervous hand, Ami looked up and met Scott's gaze. Ami told herself that it didn't make sense that her heart skipped a beat, but denying the reaction didn't make it any less real. It didn't make sense, but nothing about this situation or anything that she read in her journal truly did.

Scott's evident embarrassment eased hers. Ami sat up, pulling her feet beneath her. "You're cute when you're embarrassed. Cuter." The words slipped out before she could stop them and Ami did her best to hide her additional embarrassment behind a nervous giggle. "I suppose we should talk then?"

Thinking of how they managed to avoid talking earlier – albeit a more than pleasant distraction – made Ami shift restlessly. The memories, combined with some of the things she read in her journal sent her thoughts in a direction that wasn't conducive to conversation. Discomfiture mingled with lust and it took her a moment or two to wrest the two under control.

"Scott, I have to say something before," Ami waved her hand uselessly in the air as she floundered for words and finally gave up. "I know this is all very strange and weird, for both of us. But, we were together before and I'm fine with that. I like you. I mean, I don't really know you, but I feel like I do know you and I like you and I like being with you . . . and being with you.

"I completely understand if this is weird for you and more than you can handle though. I'm fine with that, as well. With giving you space and staying out of your head, or whatever you want, all right?"

Her initial instinct was to look away, but somehow Ami forced herself to hold his gaze.

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Scott stared wonderingly at his fiancee(!) as she spoke. When she'd finished he felt a goofy smile spread across his face. "No."

Ami's face fell.

"I mean, yes. As in 'Me, too.' What you said." Feeling his blush intensify Scott tore his gaze away. "I'm okay with this. Us. Being in each other's head." Ami's giggle cut his nervousness in half, which helped him meet her eyes again. /Is there anything else you want to discuss while I'm managing to keep my hands off of you?/

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Ami's body reacted predictably to Scott's words. Her heart skipped another beat and her breath hitched. Ami's stomach flip-flopped in sync with her heart and breath and a rush of heat and tightness centered in her groin.

She gave a quick glance at her journal, racking her brain to remember what she wanted to talk about. The journal held pages and pages of information, important information – Ami was certain of it – but at the moment her mind was a complete blank. Outside of the weirdness of the mass amnesia and the whole trapped-on-a-tropical-island-bit, the rest of it was a complete blank slate.

/Um . . . I don't remember?/

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/Um . . . I don't remember?/

Grinning, Scott stopped restraining himself. "Oh. Darn." He hissed as his cock strained against his pants. Ami's ogling and the lust coursing across their link made him even harder.

A few strides brought Scott to the bed. Ami rose to her knees, running her hands over his erection and then under his shirt. The almost-tingle and heightened awareness from skin-on-skin contact nearly made Scott come then and there.

He didn't somehow, and Ami pulled him down on top of her. One of his hands had already cupped Ami's breast, and the other her ass. He squeezed, making them moan in stereo.

/I want to go slowly this time,/ she 'said' as her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Scott chuckled as he nibbled her neck. /That way does not lead to 'slowly.'/ He rolled one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger through the satin gown. Ami threw her head back and gasped.

When Scott stopped teasing her Ami replied, /It could lead to 'slowly.'/

/Oh?/ He pulled back partially to enjoy the sight of her and mostly to make her lean forward. When Ami did Scott telekinetically pulled the nightgown over her head. /Very nice, but in my way./ He'd meant to say something about showing him slowly, but her nude body was too much of a distraction.

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(Slow down and enjoy this,) Ami thought. Slow, slow, slow. The repeated mantra kept her focused on touching Scott and undressing him and the pleasurable near tingle where skin touched skin right up until the moment his lips wrapped around her nipple. Ami cried out. She clutched at his shoulders and her mantra died a sudden and premature death. They may not know or remember one another, but their bodies testified to a familiar intimacy.

(Or I'm a right nymphomaniac.)

Scott's teeth clamped down on a nipple and banished that thought – and all others – as quickly as it sprang up. Ami writhed beneath him, rubbing against his erection. The sensation ripped forth moans and gasps and the flow of lust between them created a positive feedback loop that made them both hornier and hungrier than Ami would ever have imagined was possible.

Even skin-to-skin, they couldn't touch or taste enough of each other. Scott teased one nipple to the point where pleasure blurred with pain, automatically transferring his attention to the other before Ami found the words to plead with him to do so.

There was definitely a lot to be said for empathy and sex.

Using a strength and dexterity that she didn't know she possessed, Ami wrapped her legs around Scott's hips and flipped them. He landed on his back with a surprised gasp. Straddling him, Ami smiled mischievously and rubbed her wetness against his cock. Her lover/fiance's commingled hiss-moan was reward enough.

/Slowly now,/ Ami chided him. She dampened down their link so that she only felt the faintest tendrils of his arousal and need. Lowering her head, Ami's hair brushed against his face and shoulders as she begin to kiss and lick a very slow and deliberate path down his torso. /Trust me, I think you'll like it like this./