[Ami] Settling in for the Night

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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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(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./

OOC: Dead as a doornail

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I doubt that this thread will continue. It's pretty clear where it was headed: pr0nland. Sorry, boys and girls.