OOM: Room 6620, #3

[the_gene_genie]

 
The evening did pass smoothly, and it's been a long time since he's been so grateful for anything. OK, there was the inevitable drifting of his thoughts back to recent - and not so recent - events, but it helped to have a distraction. He forced himself to concentrate on what happened with her today, and it gave him some respite. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have picked up The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly - he's seen it too many times to get fully lost in it.

Still. As things stand, he's got no complaints. But now it's over, and they do have to make an attempt at sleeping again. So he's in the bathroom, freshly out of the shower, newly shaved, and telling himself firmly that restraint is the order of the day, here.

Definitely a tad nervous when he emerges into the room, though.

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[lady_bols]

She frowns, pondering this new information.

'Oh.'

Her head swivels to look at him.

'Would you do it again?'

Might as well ask now, while they're being honest.

[the_gene_genie]

'I'm not gonna be married to her again, am I?'

OK, that might've been the biggest (and lamest) attempted dodge in the history of burgeoning relationships, but to his credit, he doesn't actually think he'll get away with it.

[lady_bols]

Her chin drops and she gives him such a Look. He did not just blame his infidelity on his wife.

'Answer the question, please.'

[the_gene_genie]

He didn't! Just taking the question at its most literal.

He sighs, and runs his hand over his jaw.

'Don' know, Bols. Not planning on it. Depends on the bird though, doesn' it?'

[lady_bols]

'Oh of course. Any woman who doesn't have her husband fitted with the Stray-No-More 9000 Detachable Penis is just asking for problems. As long as she keeps his penis in her purse, then all is well.'

She says this with as straight a face as she can manage.

[the_gene_genie]

He catches her eye, a faux-unamused expression on his face.

'I'm goin' to assume you're takin' the piss, an' that's not a real thing where you come from.'

But you never know.

'An' what I meant is if I'm with a bird that makes me not interested in other birds, then I wouldn't cheat.'

...even before he's finished, he's thinking that doesn't sound much better.

[lady_bols]

'Why would you stay with someone who didn't hold your interest?'

Honestly.

[the_gene_genie]

He looks confused.

'Well, if you've married 'em, then...'

[lady_bols]

Another eyebrow of incredulity.

'There's this thing called divorce. I know you've heard of it.'

She shifts, rising to half-perch on his chest.

'If it ever comes to that, and I'm not saying it will, but if it does, I'd much prefer you talked to me. I'd wager if given the chance, I could find something to hold your interest.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Ah.'

He smirks suddenly, and rolls so that she's underneath him.

'So what you're actually askin' is whether I'd cheat on you.'

His nose brushes her cheek as he leans down to kiss her, very aware of the way his leg fell between hers.

'An' like I said, it depends on the bird. If you're a lucky enough git to get one that's out of your league - an' hang onto her - then you'd have to be a bloody stupid twat to mess it up with some slag.'

[lady_bols]

The move is so sudden and so powerful, she squawks indelicately, and then laughs, the sound melting into a purr at the feel of his nose on her cheek. Her lips part and her hands grip his shoulders.

'M'not out of your league, don't say that.' It's a breathless denial, the entire subject rapidly evaporating from her mind with the weight of his body pressing her into the sheets.

Her legs tangle with his and her hands slide up into his hair, pulling him down for a hungry, almost desperate kiss.

[the_gene_genie]

That sound comes from his chest again, as he finds himself pressed firmly against her hip, and her mouth hot and eager on his. It goes on for a long time, but he has to pull back eventually.

'Oh, c'mon, Bols,' he says, with a slight emphasis on the nickname to help make his point.

'We both know, of the two of us, it's you that's most likely to upgrade.'

But he'll take what she'll let him have in the meantime. He wants her too much to walk away.

[lady_bols]

She's breathing hard by the time they part, and she doesn't seem to want to let him go. She's curled the leg not pinned beneath him around his thigh.

'I don't want anyone else.'

It doesn't make any sense to look at them, but since when has that ever mattered. Her gaze plays over his features, as if fixing them in her memory, before returning to look into those impossible blue eyes. She's been through hell and back, and when it was over, when the truth of the matter was made excruciatingly clear, her thoughts never strayed from him.

'All I want, I have right here, right in front of me.'

[the_gene_genie]

He smiles, genuine but a little sad. Like he doesn't think she's realised the full implications of that yet, or maybe he just doesn't believe her. Either way, he kisses her again, and then makes a half-hearted effort to untangle himself.

'Fun as this is, I don't think poking you in the back all night'll be much fun for either of us.'

Still. Another kiss. And one more.

[lady_bols]

And another and yet one more, until she's followed him up and pushed him back down, taking the liberty to straddle his hips. She keeps her weight on her knees, holding her body above him just enough. It isn't her intent to torture him, or herself. Her hands grip the thin material of his shirt and when she pulls back to take a breath, she doesn't let go.

'Let me prove it to you. When I said I wanted to be with you, I meant just that. I don't want just a shag for old time's sake. I want a chance to explore this, to see where it takes us. Not just,' she pauses for a breath, because its difficult to plead her case and steal as many kisses as she can before he throws her out of his bed.

[the_gene_genie]

It's instinct to curl his hands around her hips, and then she's talking about shagging him and his body screams yes, please without any intervention from his brain. He pulls her down against him, and then groans in pleasured agony at the feel of her against him. He's kissing her back as she talks, and when she cuts off mid-sentence, he doesn't notice at first. He's distracted, and panting quietly, and trying desperately to remember the myriad of reasons why this is a bad idea.

'Jus' what?'

[lady_bols]

He pulls her down, and she moans, all resistance leaving her body as they fit together as intimately as a possible while still clothed. Instinct takes over, and her hips curl against his, the motion subtle but there.

Another hungry kiss because he tastes and feels irresistibly good, and then she remembers she was saying something.

'Not just a temporary thing, though if that's all you can give...' Her eyes sheen as she concedes that might be the only chance they might have. Her hand comes up to touch his face, her thumb tracing his lower lip lightly.

'I want all of you, Gene. Not just for one night. For as long as you'll have me.'

[the_gene_genie]

He swallows hard, and fights the instinct to grind against her. His hands wander around to her backside, just long enough for him to appreciate the lovely peachy roundness for himself, and then drop away.

It should be quite clear from the long release of breath and, most obviously, the conspicuous hard-on, that this is costing him dear.

'Then you won' mind if we wait a bit?'

Last week, he'd never dream of saying that. But last week, he wouldn't need to. Everything's different now, and he's not planning on ruining it by going too early.

[lady_bols]

'No.' She shakes her head, smiling softly as she bends to taste his mouth. This time, her kiss is tender, warm and wet, and not in the least bit chaste. But she also doesn't succumb to the desperate hunger she feels running under her skin, as much as she might want to.

'You tell me when the time is right, and I'll be here.' Another kiss, and she's trying to pull herself up and away again.

But just one more kiss, if he'll let her.

[the_gene_genie]

One more. And...one more. But then he does let her go, otherwise he won't be able to. He forces himself to keep his hands flat against the sheets until she's off him, and then rolls quickly to sitting. Partly because he wants space to calm down, partly because a fag will help with that and mostly to hide the evidence of what she does to him.

'It's nothin' you've done,' he says, at the wall, as soon as he's lit up. Because he doesn't want her to think he's angry - or rather, that him being angry is affecting this.

'I jus' want it to be right.'

[lady_bols]

'I know.' She doesn't know, really. She never knows with him, and right now, everything between them seems to be like walking on eggshells.

She keeps one hand on him as long as possible, and then moves away, out of reach. Because her hands don't seem to be on the same page as her brain. And it aches to have any air between them, any air at all. It reminds her of how close they came to truly losing one another.

'I'll just...' She moves across to the other bed, hiding her eyes from him as she down the covers for the other bed, slipping beneath them. She feels fragile, now. It's not a sensation she likes. But they've come this far, she can wait for him.

The sheets feel like ice on her heated skin, and that's probably a good thing. She takes a moment to arrange her hair on her pillow, and yes, she decides to sleep facing him.

'Wake me if you need me.'

[the_gene_genie]

'OK.'

Not much chance of that, but he won't be saying it. And he resolutely doesn't turn around. His resolve feels weak enough, no matter that he knows he's doing the right thing.

'Night.'

He smokes his cigarette, and lies back down, once more with an arm pillowed behind his head. He's listening to her breathing, waiting for her to drop off.

[lady_bols]

She listens to his breathing, painfully aware of how close he is, and how far, in the same breath.

But it's been a long, challenging day, and as much as she might try to stay awake, it's no use. Just a few minutes after her head hits the pillow, she's falling down through the layers into a deep sleep. The last thing she remembers, she's realizing she can smell his cologne on her hands, and she tries to hold onto the memory, the feeling of his mouth soft against her own.

[the_gene_genie]

He waits until she seems deep under, then gets up and pads to the sofa on silent feet. He turns the TV so the glare isn't shining anywhere near her bed, switches it on and flicks it to silent.

It doesn't matter whats on. He's going to spend the night thinking of her anyway.

[lady_bols]

Hours pass, and she awakes with a sharp intake of breath. There's a moment when she's not sure where she is, and then she sees his silhouette in the low light. Just that simple shadow makes her sigh with relief. He's still here, he hasn't gone.

She slips one toe out of the covers, still pleasantly surprised to discover this place is warm enough she doesn't really need slippers. A moment later she's disappearing into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. When she's done, she emerges and stands in the door, just watching him for a long moment.

She doesn't want to push the issue. But Alex knows about long nights spent in front of the television, eventually falling asleep on the couch. Before she can second guess herself, she's pulling a throw out of the wardrobe and crossing to him, draping it around his shoulders from behind the sofa.

She doesn't say anything, just leans down and brush a kiss over his cheek. And then turns to go back to bed.