The Perfect Storm [1/1]

Damn it. He'd done it again. He watched with distress as Paula stormed away from him, fumbling in her purse to retrieve her keys, tears streaming down her face. He wanted to call her name, scream out for her to stop, but his voice wasn't working. It was like those dreams when you want to yell for help, but nothing comes out. Except this wasn't a dream. This was very much a reality.

He looked down with surprise as his feet came into motion, running. The only sound that could be heard were his feet hitting the pavement, Paula's small frame getting larger as he neared her.

Finally, his voice came back to him.

"Paula!! Wait!" he choked, quickening his pace to catch up with her. She ignored him, and started moving faster, nearing her car.

He saw the car lights flash; indicating that she'd just unlocked the door.

"Paula!" he screamed again, his voice barely audible over the thunder that boomed above and the wind that howled around him. Still no response, as Paula quickly opened the drivers door and jumped in her car, tossing her belongings in the backseat as she started the engine.

Breathless, he reached her vehicle, placing both of his hands on either side of the driver' side window as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Please," he begged, "Roll down the window, let's talk about this."

The lightning flashed brightly, illuminating the parking lot, giving Simon a very good look at the hurt that was in Paula's eyes.

"I have nothing to talk about, Simon," she responded coldly through the window. "Please. Leave me alone."

With that she sped off, whipping her car out of the CBS Studios parking lot.

As quick as he could, Simon jumped in his own vehicle and cranked it, putting it into gear and speeding out of the parking lot with a screech as his eyes darted down the road, hoping desperately he hadn't lost sight of her.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her stopped at a red light, only one car separating his car from hers.

With that he began to pray. He didn't do it much, and was really quite uncomfortable with the whole concept, but at times like these, he knew he needed some sort of supernatural intervention.

He looked towards the ceiling of the car, hoping in some way that God would listen to him.

"Keep her safe," he whispered, taking a weary glance outside as the dark clouds let loose, rain pouring down. "Please."

What a dumbass, Simon thought to himself as the light turned green, pressing the accelerator as hard as he could to catch up. Dodging cars in the different lanes as he saw Paula's black Mercedes take the ramp onto the speedway. Couldn't keep my big mouth shut. When will you learn Cowell? When you finally lose her?

He switched lanes back and forth until he was finally behind her. She was driving much faster than the normally cautious Paula would, and Simon fought to keep up with her. He eyed the speedometer, 90, 95, 100. He gulped as he drove on, turning on his lights and his windshield wipers as the rain came down harder. He almost lost sight of her as she whipped off the freeway, taking the exit.

He breathed a sigh of relief as she slowed a bit, taking the curves with more caution than she had driven with on the freeway. However, the rain pounded harder on his car and he turned the windshield wipers on as fast as they would go. Squinting through the rain, he saw her whip into the Sherman Oaks neighborhood, running a few stop signs and swerving quickly into the two story brown house that was hers.

Slamming on his brakes, he stopped behind her car, not even bothering to take the keys out of the ignition before jumping out quickly as she exited hers as well.

"Paula!!! Please wait!" he screamed, running up behind her and placing his hands on either shoulder, forcing her to face him.

The rain poured down, drenching them as Simon begged for her attention.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?" she pleaded. "Please, I have nothing left to say to you."

She was saying it, but she didn't mean it. She had plenty to say to him, plenty to confess, but she would never be able to say it. Never, because she knew it wasn't mutual. It was easier to push him away. It was easier to get mad and stay mad at him, rather than fall in love with him.

Her tears mixed in with the rain, which poured down her face.

She was beautiful. Even when she was sobbing, Paula amazed him. He couldn't put his finger on it; he just had the innate urge to protect her, to keep her from all the hurt in the world. Except, instead of protecting her, he was just hurting her more.

He wiped the drenched pieces of hair that fell in her eyes. She looked at him as the lightning flashed again, which lit her face up with this white light, causing her to look almost angelic.

God help him, he wanted to kiss her.

And he did.

He wiped the water of her lips, then covered them with his own.

Her brows furrowed as she placed both of her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

"No!" she yelled, taking many steps backwards to distance herself from him.

He stood there, staring at her, at a loss, noowinowing what to do. She stared back at him, her eyes unforgiving. Then she walked forward, her pace quick, and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling his lips back to hers, allowing his tongue to slide inside her mouth. Their mouths dueled for dominance, and Paula finally gave in, allowing Simon to suck lightly on her lower lip. He pulled back, changing the angle of his mouth on hers, and kissed her again. This one was slower and gentler, as the rain continued to pour around them.

Their bodies now completely drenched, but they had no desire to move, instead standing completely still, kissing until they were both breathless. Paula stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms completely around Simon's neck as she pulled him closer, needing to feel his entire body pressed against hers. Simon wrapped his hands around her head as well, weaving his hands into her dark, wet hair.

She pulled back again, allowing just her lips to rest on Simon's, enjoying the feel of them completely stilled on her lips. Finally they both pulled back and looked above at the sky, laughing at themselves standing in the rain.

Simon placed both his thumbs on either side of Paula's face, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

"Let's go inside," she said, her voice so low and sensual it was barely audible.

He nodded as he threaded his fingers through hers, admiring the way her wet clothes clung to her lithe body. She punched in the code on her security system, her fingers shaking the entire time.

Nervousness? Maybe. Arousal? Definitely.

Paula pushed the door open; a rush of adrenaline suddenly upon her as Simon trailed close behind her, waiting until the door was securely shut before kissing her again.

This kiss, unlike the last one they shared outside, was full of ardor. Paula opened her mouth wide for Simon as his lips caressed hers, his tongue teasing her lips. She moaned as she opened her mouth wider, welcoming Simon's tongue as he kissed her harder, his tongue stroking hers. She shivered as Simon pulled back from her, partly from being soaked from the rain, but mostly from finally being in Simon's arms.

Simon noticed her shiver and pulled her close, running his hands up and down her back in an effort to warm her. Paula's face collapsed against Simon's chest and she breathed a contented sigh, forgetting why she was even mad at him in the first place.

"C'mon", he said, "Let's get those wet clothes off of you."

With one swift motion he picked her up and carried her upstairs, laying her across the bed and taking a moment to admire how beautiful she really was. Her hair was splayed around her head, framing her face and her lips were a rosy red, having been thoroughly kissed. Lying on the large bed, she looked even smaller than usual, but even more gorgeous. With that he laid down on top of her gently, threading their fingers together and holding her hands above her head as his lips came down on hers, committing to memory everything about how it felt to be kissing her.

For the first time of Simon's life, this wasn't just about sex. This was about making love.

Slowly he sat back and peeled the wet clothing off of her, taking his time as he admired her smooth flesh, now covered with goosebumps.

When they were both fully undressed, Simon kissed her again, everywhere, using his mouth to warm her skin. His mouth enveloped her nipples, already painfully erect from the coldness. Circling the left one with his tongue, his other hand drifted farther down her flat stomach down into her mound, where he found her already wet with desire, her clit throbbing and needing to be touched. Her hips bucked off the bed when he finally did; his mouth moving down to take over where his fingers left off. He latched onto her throbbing bud, biting gently and sucking as he inserted one, then two fingers deep into her dripping core. He stroked her up and down, watching Paula's face with earnest as she tilted her head back, mouth open and moaning with pleasure.

Oh God it felt good. She'd always imagined Simon being good in bed, but this was unbelievable. He was gentle and thorough, not rough like she thought he would be. He seemed to know her every need and just how to please her.

Just then he completely stopped his ministrations, and Paula opened her eyes halfway just in time to see Simon inserting the fingers he'd used to fuck her inside his mouth, devouring her juices.

That turned her on more. She needed him. Now.

Reaching between them, she stroked his shaft. She was genuinely pleased with his size and thickness; it being much larger than the other men she'd slept with. He moaned as she used her thumb to massage the head, smoothing the drop of pre-cum around in small circles.

"Paula," he moaned, his head rolling back with pleasure.

"Simon," she responded with a whisper as she pushed him backwards into the mattress, straddling his hips as she grinded her sex against his stomach, leaning down to kiss him. She ravished his mouth and then kissed her way down his jawline, running her fingers through his smooth chest hair.

With a growl Simon rolled them over, so that he was now towering over her. Paula spread her legs wide, preparing to receive him. Placing the head at her entrance, they locked eyes and Simon pushed his way in slowly, giving her small body plenty of time to adjust to his large size. She encircled his hips with her legs, hooking her ankles behind him in order to allow him to penetrate her as deep as he could. Once he was completely inside, they both remained motionless; eyes still locked on each other.

"So tight," he hissed.

Slowly, Simon began to rock. He took his time, not wanting to rush it. Paulas nails dug into his back, leaving ten indentions in his skin as they moved together, hips gyrating as their pace increased.

The storm seemed to imitate their growing passion; the weather gaining momentum as they did.

Simon began sucking hard at the base of her neck, leaving large, red circles where his mouth had
been.

Paula knew it would bruise, but she didn't care.

She only whimpered as Simon began to thrust harder and harder, knowing her climax was coming. Reaching down between them, she found her clit and stroked it, beginning to feel lightheaded as he slammed harder inside of her.

"Come for Simon," he moaned, fighting his own climax in order to bring her to hers.

She panted as the tip of his cock hit her womb, and with that she exploded, her hips bucking off the bed as she screamed his name with everything she had.

Paula's screams echoed in Simon's ears, his heart pounding as he thrusted into her one last time, harder and deeper than he ever had, spewing his hot seed inside her walls which were clenching around him.

With that he collapsed onto of her, all the strength he had previously possessed spent.

They lay therotiootionless for a moment; the only sounds that could be heard were their labored breathing and the rain pounding on the roof.

She placed soft, light kisses all over his sweaty chest and neck as they panted, taking in deep, ragged breaths.

"So good," Paula whispered, as Simon touched his nose to hers, and their lips met softly for a lingering kiss.

Finally Simon rolled off of her, not wanting to crush her petite body with his own.

They laid there for a long time, listening to the rain as it slowed outside. Finally, Paula turned her head to face Simon, finding him staring right back at her.

"What?" she asked.

He opened his mouth, but closed it before he spoke.

"Nothing."

"What is it?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

He laughed.

"I'm not telling you."

"Yes you are!" she laughed, rolling over to tickle his sides. He laughed, squirming to get away from her. He rolled over, pinning her underneath him and her hands above her head.

He grew serious as his face drew closer to hers, his lips merely inches away.

"I love you."

She sighed and closed her eyes; the words she'd longed to hear for so long finally being said out loud. He loved her. He loved HER.

"I love you too," she smiled, opening her eyes just before Simon's lips came down on hers.

THE END