This Time Around
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Reality TV › American Idol/Pop Idol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
55
Views:
12,082
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eight
I gasped as the darkness surrounded us and squinted to make out the objects around me.
"What in bloody hell?" Simon exclaimed.
I turned to look outside the windows, finding all the lights on my street were also out.
"Power outage," I shrugged, walking slowly back towards the staircase. "It's kinda common around this area, c'mon, I think I've got some candles downstairs."
Slowly I moved down the stairs, gripping the railing to steady myself. Using the walls as a guide, I made my way to the kitchen cabinets, rummaging through the drawers as I felt for the smooth, round candles I kept there. Grabbing as many as I could find, I handed a few to Simon and I walked quickly to the couches in the living room. Nearing the sofa, my little toe caught the edge of the coffee table and I fell to the floor in pain. Resisting the urge to burst into tears, I held my foot, rocking softly as I waited for the throbbing to go away.
"Been walking long?" Simon asked with a chortle as he knelt down to retrieve the candles that I had dropped.
He grabbed his lighter and lit a few of the candles, placing them on the table. The soft yellow light illuminated the room, and everything finally came into view.
Seeing I was really in pain, concern overtook Simon's burlesque expression as he reached out to caress my cheek softly.
"Love, are you okay?"
I blinked back the tears and nodded, wiggling my toe in hopes that it wasn't broken. Luckily it was only red and a little swollen, but before I could stand up, Simon swooped me into his arms with ease, moving us both to the sofa. Sitting down with me in his lap, he reached down and pulled my foot into his palm, rubbing it softly.
"Do you need some ice?" He asked as he tenderly inspected my toe.
"No, I'm fine," I said. "The pain is easing off now."
"Good," he replied, his eyes meeting mine.
The connection we had in the car was made again, and before I knew what I was doing, I reached up and stroked his cheek, then pulled his face to mine for a soft kiss, never breaking eye contact. Our lips stayed together, motionless for a moment, before Simon slanted his lips against mine, our mouths slowly opening tch och other. I closed my eyes as his tongue gently traced my lips, beckoning for me to open my mouth wider. I complied and our tongues met, intensity growing as he placed a hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. I finally opened my mouth wide to him, allowing him full access, as he impelled his tongue fervently into my mouth, exploring and tasting as my tongue met his thrust for thrust. We pulled back momentarily, taking a moment to catch our breath. When our lips met again, our kiss was consumed with passion. I laid back on the couch, pulling him on top of me as one of his hands snaked up my shirt, finding my breast. A groan escaped my mouth as his fingers made contact with my sensitive nipple and he rolled the hard peak between the pads of his fingertips. I tilted my head back into the couch as his mouth expertly made its way down the column of my throat, sucking and biting in all the right places. I could feel his growing erection pressing hard against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it through the coarse material of his jeans, smiling as I heard an appreciative moan emanate from his mouth.
"Oh God," I moaned as Simon pushed my shirt up, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple and I sighed, relishing in the feeling of his velvet mouth on my skin. After giving the same attention to its twin, he moved back up, trailing of kisses across my jawline and back towards my mouth. I tugged at his t-shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his masculine chest against my skin. He straddled my hips and swiftly removed the shirt, then laid back on top of me, reclaiming my lips with his own. His hips involuntarily ground into me, causing my already wet panties to become soaked.
Just then, the power came back on and the whole house lit up, the sound of electronics resetting and beeping totally ruining the moment. Simon pulled back and moved off of me, the spell lost.
"I...I should get to bed," he said, standing. "Good night Paula, I'll see you in the morning."
He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and made his way quickly up the stairs, leaving me bewildered and still very, very turned on.
"What in bloody hell?" Simon exclaimed.
I turned to look outside the windows, finding all the lights on my street were also out.
"Power outage," I shrugged, walking slowly back towards the staircase. "It's kinda common around this area, c'mon, I think I've got some candles downstairs."
Slowly I moved down the stairs, gripping the railing to steady myself. Using the walls as a guide, I made my way to the kitchen cabinets, rummaging through the drawers as I felt for the smooth, round candles I kept there. Grabbing as many as I could find, I handed a few to Simon and I walked quickly to the couches in the living room. Nearing the sofa, my little toe caught the edge of the coffee table and I fell to the floor in pain. Resisting the urge to burst into tears, I held my foot, rocking softly as I waited for the throbbing to go away.
"Been walking long?" Simon asked with a chortle as he knelt down to retrieve the candles that I had dropped.
He grabbed his lighter and lit a few of the candles, placing them on the table. The soft yellow light illuminated the room, and everything finally came into view.
Seeing I was really in pain, concern overtook Simon's burlesque expression as he reached out to caress my cheek softly.
"Love, are you okay?"
I blinked back the tears and nodded, wiggling my toe in hopes that it wasn't broken. Luckily it was only red and a little swollen, but before I could stand up, Simon swooped me into his arms with ease, moving us both to the sofa. Sitting down with me in his lap, he reached down and pulled my foot into his palm, rubbing it softly.
"Do you need some ice?" He asked as he tenderly inspected my toe.
"No, I'm fine," I said. "The pain is easing off now."
"Good," he replied, his eyes meeting mine.
The connection we had in the car was made again, and before I knew what I was doing, I reached up and stroked his cheek, then pulled his face to mine for a soft kiss, never breaking eye contact. Our lips stayed together, motionless for a moment, before Simon slanted his lips against mine, our mouths slowly opening tch och other. I closed my eyes as his tongue gently traced my lips, beckoning for me to open my mouth wider. I complied and our tongues met, intensity growing as he placed a hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. I finally opened my mouth wide to him, allowing him full access, as he impelled his tongue fervently into my mouth, exploring and tasting as my tongue met his thrust for thrust. We pulled back momentarily, taking a moment to catch our breath. When our lips met again, our kiss was consumed with passion. I laid back on the couch, pulling him on top of me as one of his hands snaked up my shirt, finding my breast. A groan escaped my mouth as his fingers made contact with my sensitive nipple and he rolled the hard peak between the pads of his fingertips. I tilted my head back into the couch as his mouth expertly made its way down the column of my throat, sucking and biting in all the right places. I could feel his growing erection pressing hard against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it through the coarse material of his jeans, smiling as I heard an appreciative moan emanate from his mouth.
"Oh God," I moaned as Simon pushed my shirt up, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple and I sighed, relishing in the feeling of his velvet mouth on my skin. After giving the same attention to its twin, he moved back up, trailing of kisses across my jawline and back towards my mouth. I tugged at his t-shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his masculine chest against my skin. He straddled my hips and swiftly removed the shirt, then laid back on top of me, reclaiming my lips with his own. His hips involuntarily ground into me, causing my already wet panties to become soaked.
Just then, the power came back on and the whole house lit up, the sound of electronics resetting and beeping totally ruining the moment. Simon pulled back and moved off of me, the spell lost.
"I...I should get to bed," he said, standing. "Good night Paula, I'll see you in the morning."
He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and made his way quickly up the stairs, leaving me bewildered and still very, very turned on.