so hot that i melted - aoife/rhiaaa

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

Hours later, Simeon was grateful that Aoife understood. She didn’t make fun of him, like some of the girls he knew. But he kept some rather questionable company, most who weren’t shy about anything involving a certain lack of clothes. He was like that, too, usually, but it felt wrong to do that on the first night they were officially a “couple”. Plus, breaking another promise to Henry after what he’d done earlier in the week seemed unthinkable. Bro code still applied, even when who he considered to be the hottest girl in school throwing herself at him relentlessly. Her dancing certainly didn’t help matters, not when it made him burn inside like he’d never touched a girl before in his life. The feeling proved frustrating. But now, they stood before the door of her dorm room. Sim felt strange, apprehensive, but he pushed the door open anyway, ushering her inside with a nudge of one hand on her back. The smooth silk of her dress felt almost like water beneath his smooth fingers and his eyes closed just briefly, memorizing the sensation. He wanted to memorize everything about this night. You know, in case he did something to screw the rest of it up. He was skilled at that. Quietly, he closed the door behind them.

“Well. Here we are.” He said, not bothering to glance around the room. His eyes were too busy, too fixated on her to notice anything else. Cupping his hand around her neck, he leaned forward, kissing her tenderly, allowing himself to forget the world for just a moment as he pressed against her. It almost felt painful to part from her again. He allowed his hands to slip from her shoulders as he pulled back. “I guess this is good night.” His voice fell to a whisper. The last thing he wanted was to leave her.

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Aoife spent the next few hours dancing and just generally having a good time with Sim. It was kind of weird how he looked at her. He looked guilty, and sad, but happy and excited all in one go. And on top of all that, she could tell that he definitely wanted her just ask much as she wanted him. It didn't seem quite fair that he was so torn up about it. It was completely fine with her. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it? Maybe she had spent too much time taking her clothes off from complete strangers that she didn't exactly get why he would feel so horrible about even fooling around a little bit. But when he kissed her goodnight, it nearly broke her little heart. She didn't want him to go so soon. Her fingers ran up and over his own, linking them together tightly. She was at a loss for words. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tugged him closer. Not to get him into bed with her. Just so he wouldn't walk out on her.

Her fingers traced their way back into her hair and she pulled the bobby pins out, letting her hair down before biting her lip.
"Please don't go." She mumbled. "We don't have to have sex. I just don't want you to go." Her eyes gaze met her toes, and she wiggled them before looking back up to him again. "Stay the night." She blinked at him, tilting her head. "Please."

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

The last thing Sim wanted to do was walk out that door, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He didn’t quite trust himself, despite everything; he wasn’t known for his exemplary self-control. All the same, he should have guessed that she would ask him to stay. They’d been inseparable all night and he was foolish to imagine for one second that she wanted him to leave any more than he wanted to go back to his own dorm. He could tell from her face before she even spoke and he gave a small moan when she finally did. His arms folded around her and he pressed a kiss to her temple, rocking her back and forth almost imperceptibly in his embrace.

“Don’t look that way,” he said gently. He didn’t like seeing her sad one bit. “Fine, I’ll stay. But don’t try to break the rules. You know my resistance is very, very weak. I don’t think you know how painful it was for me to refuse you the first time.” If she did it again, Simeon knew he was doomed. Parting from her, he kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket. Next came his tie and his socks. Once he began unbuttoning his shirt, he shifted his gaze to her and grinned. “Sorry. Not sleeping in this uncomfortable shit. I like my boxers.” He stripped off the shirt and finally dropped his dress pants, draping them over her desk chair with the rest of his clothes. “See? They’re Batman. Sexy, right?” With that, he flopped down on the bed and tucked his arms behind his head. “What do you want to do, love?”

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

After giving him a good, hard stare as he stripped down, she blinked and shook her head clear of anything thoughts. He didn't want to break the rules, so. It was fine that he wanted to sleep in his boxers. Shrugging, she reached back and unzipped her dress, grabbing a t-shirt and underwear from the dresser by her bed before walking off to the bathroom to change. Of course, she could be a tease too, so she left her dress fall right off on the way. But never turned forward, so he only caught a view of her butt, before she disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later with her toothbrush in her mouth, and her shirt tucked snugly against her hips, with her plain old white underwear chilling around to cover her little bum.

As she brushed her teeth, she knelt down on the floor and went through the bottom drawer, looking through all her favourite movies, before picking out some of the more manly ones. Gory zombie movies, action movies, whatever he wanted. She set them on the bed and tapped them, before returning to the washroom to rinse her mouth. When she came out for the second time, she had her hair tied up in a messy bun.
"Whatever you want to watch is just fine with me." She tapped the DVD's and smiled brightly, plopping down on the bed beside him. "I doubt I'll even watch it all the way through. I'm pretty tired." She yawned and rubbed at her eyes.

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[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

It figured that she’d act like a tease. Simeon barely kept himself from groaning in frustration – even irritation – when she disappeared around the corner and into the bathroom. He was trying to hard to be good, both for Henry and for the sake of whatever future relationship he and Aoife would have. It was so hard, though, when she tempted him so. He grunted quietly in frustration and pushed back the comforter, wiggling underneath it to wait for her. A yawn crept up on him and he rubbed his eyes as she walked back into the room. Immediately, he flashed her a groggy smile, studying her as she went through her movies. He barely noticed the stack she set on the bed, watching as she left and waiting patiently until she returned to join him.

“I want to watch you,” he said playfully, affectionately, tucking his arms around her waist as she flopped down beside him. He preferred her hair loose. The strands curled around his long fingers as he played with them, twisting them gently as he held her from behind. He breathed in the scent of it, the smell of her skin as well, even catching a whiff of mint toothpaste on the air around her. “But if you insist…” He plucked the first movie off the stack without looking at it. “We’ll just watch this one.” Placing it in front of her, he brushed her hair away from the back of her neck and kissed the exposed spot, sighing contentedly as he continued his line of kisses to her jaw. When he got to her ear, he smiled before nibbling gently on the lobe. “You can sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. Promise.”

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Smiling softly at his kisses, she tilted her head back and rested the crown of her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes. Why'd he have to be so good at this? Her lungs forced a sigh from her mouth and she pulled away slightly, crawling over to the TV that she had situated at the end of her bed. On normal days, she would have just used her toes to change the DVD, or channel, or even turn the TV on, but she needed to prepare herself for the fact that she was going to be under the covers, with only two thin layers of stretched and waved cotton separating their genitals. It was kind of something to be worried about, in her mind. Especially since they were both all for it, and at the same time, completely against having sex before this relationship even got off the ground. It could potentially make or break them, and she wasn't willing to let go of this so soon. Probably not ever, in a million years would she let Sim just walk (or run) right out of her life again.

Once the DVD was in, she wiggled back a bit and flopped over next to him, listening to him talk. He had probably never promised a girl he'd be there in the morning-and meant it-in his entire life. It was enough to make her want to cry. But instead, she crawled under the comforter with him, curling her arms around his waist. She did what she normally did with her body pillow. Adjusted him to fit where she wanted to put her limbs, and how she laid against him. By the time she was done, they were both situated with Aoife's leg over Sim's left leg, and under his right, and her face was tucked neatly into the little nook between his chest and collarbone, that her cheek pressed perfectly into. Her thigh was in a rather taboo place, but now she was just too damn comfortable to even move, let alone have sex. She assumed Sim was okay with it, since he had his arms around her so perfectly that they were practically melting together. She found herself drifting off to sleep before she could even say goodnight; the movie playing zombie sounds on a low volume setting in the background.

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[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

Despite her rather compromising position and the gentle hum of the violent movie in the background, Simeon didn’t find drifting to sleep too difficult. His fingers traced her spine gently, soothingly, calming him as his eyes began to slowly close. He could feel her breath against his skin and he savored it, leaning his cheek against her hair. A tiny moan of relaxation escaped him, but not so loud as to wake her. She’d fallen asleep so quickly… Sim felt satisfied with this, as if it were some sort of proof that he’d made the right decision about what they did and didn’t do tonight. This felt right; he was relaxed and comfortable. Slowly, sleep overtook him, even as his hand continued moving up and down her pale back, slipping beneath the t-shirt to rest on the small of her back.

The morning came far too quickly. He woke to the sun spilled over the comforter, Aoife still folded in his arms. Immediately, his insides twisted with panic before he recalled the night before and relaxed once again. It actually felt somewhat good, once he thought about it, not to have to worry about sneaking out undetected from a girl’s bed like every other morning. Instead, he took a deep breath and pulled her a little closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. His brain still felt a little fuzzy; it was a relief to be able to let it wake up by itself.

“Morning, Eefs,” he said drowsily, nosing at her hair almost clumsily as he pulled her up against her, before remembering it was morning and relaxing his grip again. “How’d you sleep?” He wondered if she’d be surprised he was still here.

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Grumbling a bit at the light, Aoife pressed her face into Sim's chest, shielding her eyes. She was definitely not a morning person. No matter how normal she looked in the morning, compared to other people. There was a few second where she wondered where the hell the chest her face was in came from, before looking up and rubbing her eyes groggily. Sim was still there. She smiled weakly and tilted her head, before kissing his jaw. "I slept well." She mumbled, turning her head back to look at the alarm clock. She had an hour and a half to burn before she could even leave for work. Naturally, the first thing that came to her mind was kissing Sim good morning over and over until they fell asleep again. The next thing?

Her lovely daily dose of chemicals.

"Just a second..." She slipped from his grasp and crawled to the end of her bed, grabbing a little case that her stepbrother had sent her. The little dick. Made sense that she kept something she hated in something that someone she hated gave her. There was a long pause before she sighed and stared at the little vial in her hand. "Bottoms up..." She flicked the vials contents back into her mouth and swallowed hard. There was a bottle of water sitting on her dresser which she took and chased the vile liquid down with. Though it definitely didn't get rid of the disgusting feeling in her stomach. Her body made a few shaking motions, as well as forcing her to wretch just once with no product, before she flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes.
"I hate that stuff." She mumbled quietly, before looking at him. "Good morning there, Mr. Man. How did you sleep?" She smiled and pressed her lips to his, snuggling back up into his arms. At least there was no taste left in her mouth for him to get in his own mouth.

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[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

Sim grunted a little, discontent when she left his arms, taking her warmth across the room with her. He pretended to look dejected, even though he knew she’d be back in just a minute, unless she had to leave immediately. That’d be quite the shame, he thought as he reclined beneath the sheets, watching her with soft blue eyes still bleary from sleep. His mind wandered back to his own dorm room and he wondered if Henry had returned to it the night before, with a girl or alone, or whether he was also waking up in somebody else’s bed. Simeon pursed his lips just slightly, mentally questioning whether his roommate would think he broke his promise. Oddly, he felt rather proud that he hadn’t.

He tried not to look too sympathetic at her reaction to the tonic, in case she didn’t want the pity, but he couldn’t help the concern in his gaze as he watched her. When she lay back down, he immediately laced his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. Again, he was almost painfully reminded of his current ailment and he fought a grimace. Fuck, fuck, fuck morning wood. It’d certainly never done him any good, although now that he had a girlfriend, he wondered if that would change. Not having to silently escape a different dorm room every night might be a relief. But today, he’d have to deal with it.

“Mmm,” he grunted, nuzzling at her throat, trailing kisses along her collarbone, feeling content. “Slept like the dead. And not the sort on that movie last night.” A low chuckle escaped him against her skin. “Dreamt about you and that dress the whole time.”

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Aoife grinned a bit and tossed her leg over his hip, snuggling her face into his hair. He was so cute. Even if he was poking her in the hip with his boner. Jesus. She wasn't exactly sure to be embarrassed, or flattered, so her mind decided on a combination of both. Her cheeks flushed red and she tilted her head back a little, letting him kiss at her neck and collar bone. Not exactly helping her cause of staying away from the whole sex thing. After swallowing a little roughly, she licked her lips and sighed softly before running her fingers up his chest, drawing little lines that trailed up to his neck and jaw, pausing at his temples to massage them a bit, before running roughly back into his hair. When he mentioned her dress, she laughed softly and pulled his face away from her neck, looking at the ceiling, offhandedly.
"Ahhh. So that's why you're poking me in the hip with some serious morning wood?" She laughed and kissed him softly.

For a few minutes, she debated what she would say next. They were waiting for sex, but... Did that prohibit other things? She sure did like to fuck around in the bedroom. Not as much as him, obviously. But she knew her own tricks, and was damn fucking good at them, too. Especially in the shower. Shower "baseball" was her favourite. That's what she called foreplay when people were around that she didn't want to have learning about her ever-so-kinky sex life. Her lips found his once more and she trailed her fingers down, stopping at the waistband of his underwear. Finding a boyfriend who shared her love of comics was one thing. The fact that it was Sim just made it fourteen hundred thousand times more amazing. After her few minutes of debating, she snapped the band of his underwear gently and kissed him again, tenderly.

"Just because we're not having sex doesn't mean we can't do other things." She whispered quietly, before sliding her hands into his. "I need a shower. You're coming with me." She paused, then shrugged. "Actually, you can carry me there. I'm kind of wobbly-kneed from my meds right now." Letting out a soft laugh, she kissed him and waited for him to take her open invitation.

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