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Post by SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY on Feb 18, 2011 11:50:26 GMT -5
It wasn’t the first time that he – or any other male, for that matter – had to avoid such an ailment. Simeon supposed keeping her close and kissing his skin didn’t help matters all that much, but he couldn’t seem to stop. It comforted him in a strange way. By the time she spoke, he had moved onto running his lips over the crook between her neck and jaw, and he gave a muffled noise of acknowledgment in response.
“Among other things,” he said in a slightly stifled voice against her neck, eyes fluttering shut, certain his eyelashes tickled the skin of her jaw. He didn’t bother getting embarrassed about it. As much as he didn’t want to think about how educated or not she might be about sex, something told him she was acquainted with the idea of a man’s morning ailment.
He didn’t move, despite everything. By the time she spoke again, he was kissing her ear, dragging his teeth gently over the lobe, occasionally emitting small, quiet grunts of contentment. What she said couldn’t help but stop him in his tracks, however. Blinking, he pulled back to look at her, furrowing his brow, wondering if her suggestion would break his promise. Why did his vow to Henry matter so much when Aoife was throwing herself at him? He decided she was right and swept her up in his arms, rising from the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He set her down when he stepped inside, closing the door behind them, making sure to keep one steady arm around her back in case she still felt unstable. With one hand, he reached inside the shower and turned on the spray before letting it alone to heat up.
“You little minx,” he laughed, pulling her to him and kissing her firmly, with more confidence than he had last night. “Didn’t realize I was dating a total nympho. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
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Post by LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER on Feb 19, 2011 11:07:03 GMT -5
Laughing when he carried her to the bathroom, she held onto him tightly and pressed her face into his neck. In her mind, she was screaming that she loved him, but on the outside, she seemed impartial to the fact that they were about to hop into the shower, completely naked. Why she was nervous about being naked around Sim; she had no idea. All she knew was that when he pulled her close and kissed her confidently, she pretty much melted into his arms, needing to keep her own arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall down. She locked her fingers together at the nape of his neck and kissed him back. She liked to take the lead sometimes, so when he let his guard down for a split second, she had him against the wall.
Her index fingers found the waist of his underwear as he made the minx comment, and she laughed, pulling back a bit to tug her shirt off over her head. If it hadn't been obvious she wasn't wearing a bra last night, it was definitely clear now. "You have no idea." She mumbled, before getting close again, relieving him of his batman underwear in seconds. The water had been running for a good 3 minutes, so it was probably ready. She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the shower. As soon as the water hit her skin, she sprang into some real action.
((ooc: skippy skip skippy. ;D (Stupid rules. >:0))
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Post by SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY on Feb 22, 2011 0:04:05 GMT -5
Simeon leaned his shoulder blades against the tiles of the shower, panting, his jaw slack as he recovered from what just happened. His mind never felt as blank as it did now. He felt unable to speak, even unable to breathe, so he leaned there against the wall, one hand resting on the small of her back now that she was standing again. His fingers moved along her skin gently as he took a few more deep breaths, savoring the atmosphere around them for the remaining moments he was able. Steam rose around them, heating his skin until he felt he could barely stand it. His head pounded and he fought to reclaim his boundaries. Very slowly, he came to his senses, smiled, and ran one hand through her hair.
“Holy shit,” he murmured as he stepped into the full spray of the shower, pulling her to him and running a hand up and down her back. Carefully, he reached down and grabbed his bottle of shampoo, squeezing some into his hand. His mouth curled into a tired smile as he began massaging it into her hair, hands running firmly over her scalp as he did so. “Quite a wake-up call, Eefs. Remind me to return the favor after we wash up, hmm?” Sim laid a gentle kiss on her jaw, a deep chuckle escaping his chest. His hands continued to move in her hair until it lathered thoroughly and he turned her to wash it away under the spray. “Can’t believe you have to leave me for work. What will I do with myself?”
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Post by LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER on Feb 22, 2011 0:24:42 GMT -5
Aoife smiled weakly when he began to massage his fingers though her scalp, closing her eyes. Her head flopped back a bit and she sighed contently, holding onto him as he spun her around and rinsed her hair out. He was trying so hard to be a sweetheart. He wasn't exactly awesome at the cute things, but he tried, and that was all she really cared about, because it was Sim, and whatever he wanted to do was just fine with her. Especially if it was this nice. His fingers were pretty skilled at massaging. She blushed a bit when he told her he'd return the favour and laughed softly, running her fingers through her hair, taking both his hands and placing them on her shoulders. He could start by massaging them, considering that entire region of her neck and shoulder area hurt from their... Morning activities.
Sighing softly when he mentioned work, she shrugged a bit and opened her eyes, turning around slowly. Her fingertips brushed his jaw, and she placed a soft, tender kiss on his lips. Finally, she pulled back and smiled at him, head tilted slightly. "Why don't you come with me, then?" She took a step closer and draped her arms over his shoulders, linking her fingers behind him, while her bare stomach pressed against his own. "My first client wouldn't mind all that much." She shrugged and kissed him again. "Plus. Seeing me naked twice in one day is going to be something you'll have to get used to." She winked and pulled back, grabbing the body wash so she could finish washing herself off. Thank god she was on birth control. She was pretty sure they had made a mess... Everywhere. But now she felt rather smug, and hoped Sim was thinking he made the right choice.
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Post by SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY on Feb 22, 2011 4:02:12 GMT -5
Sim grunted as she kissed him, running his hands over her shoulders, massaging them with firm and tender fingers. His lips grazed her temple and he gave a sigh of contentment, only to be interrupted moments later as she pulled away from him and made a most unexpected suggestion. His head tilted to mirror hers and he blinked, confused for a few moments by what she said. Come to work with her? To that place? Uncertainty knotted in his stomach and he pursed his lips in thought, only coming to when she drew closer and he felt her press against him. Immediately, his forehead dropped to his shoulder and he groaned a little, tucking his arms around her slender waist and keeping her close.
“I dunno. Maybe I want to keep being surprised.” He teased, brushing his lips along her shoulder and her neck as he held her there, unwilling and almost unable to let her go. She smelled like his shampoo. Somehow, that satisfied him, as if he’d somehow marked his territory, although once he realized how that sounded in his head, he tried to erase the thought. “You sure you want me to come? I mean, Gods know what I might do if I have to watch another guy stare at you while you’re like this. I’m spoiled; I want to think this is just for me.” He sighed, trailing his fingers up and down her spine, always lingering on the small of her back. “But if that’s what you want, you know I’ll go.” Gently, he took the body wash from her hands and squeezed some into his hands before rubbing them together and applying it to her arms, back, stomach, everywhere he could reach. “Might as well not do that yourself when you’ve got someone to do it for you, my sweet,” he purred in her ear.
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Post by LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER on Feb 22, 2011 14:21:09 GMT -5
Breathing in slowly, Aoife shivered at every little touch, especially when his hands found her lower backs sweet spot. The one spot that could bring her to her knees whether she wanted to or not. Her eyes slid closed and she rested her head on his chest, pulling him even closer to herself. All of this was his; why couldn't he see that? She bit her lip and pushed her fingers through his hair, kissing at his chest, softly. "It's the same as modelling for a university, only I get paid more, really." She mumbled against his skin, before taking his hands and placing them on her butt. "Besides..." She started again, grinning as she nipped at his jaw. "They don't get to touch." Her lips found his for a small moment, before turning away to rinse the soap off.
Once she was done, she turned back to him. "I'm going to get dressed." She opened the curtain and stepped out of the shower, before wrapping a towel around herself. "Henry keeps gel in the bottom cupboard if you feel the urge to spend five hours doing your hair." She leaned back into the shower and kissed him softly, before turning and running back into her room. She opted for some leggings, and a shirt with a bra built into it, so if she lost her clothes from her locker at The Hide Out, at least it would only be two things. Once she was dressed, she fluffed and curled her hair a bit, before slicking on some foundation, mascara, and lip gloss. She could definitely pull off the whole five minute look. Finally, she returned to the bathroom to put all her makeup & hair products back, grinning at Sim. "You're such a girl." She mumbled, walking over to slide her arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder. "You almost ready?"
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