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crossing_lostrp2007-04-25 08:12 pm
fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in crossing_lostrp2007-04-25 08:12 pm
[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.
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.
[Ami]
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?/
[Scott]
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.
[Ami]
(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./
OOC: Dead as a doornail