| Welcome to X-Men: Dark Horizons. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| What A Feeling!; 05/23 - Night - (Simon, Ali) | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: May 29 2014, 10:39 PM (1,276 Views) | |
| Wonder Man | Jun 29 2014, 10:33 PM Post #16 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
All the good things. Especially this one, that came with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes looking up at him through delicate lashes, and a pair of lips that had absolutely (not to mention demonstrably) been made for kissing. Though first there was that little matter of the toast itself, and the wine that needed to follow, because it was definitely bad luck not to complete a toast properly. With that in mind, Simon got right on with it and put his Bugs glass to his lips, not even letting himself stint on the sip, which really did need to be the kind that did that excellent toast justice. The wine was surprisingly good, but that wouldn’t help it get any more of itself drunk right now, because Simon had far more delicious things in mind to chase it with, and didn’t bother wasting any time before he dipped his head down to claim them with a soft kiss that Ali’s extremely perfect lips met and matched and returned in kind. It was… fantastic, all over again, right down to that last trace of the wine that lingered like a welcome friend, and the gentle pressure of her slender fingers moving up his back. Just fantastic. It didn’t leave a lot of room left for thinking, but that was okay, because his mouth and his free hand knew just what to do without needing to ask his brain anything right now, the one still moving softly against hers, following her lips, the other sliding further around her waist as she stepped in against him, stroking down from the point of her hip bone over the gentle swell of her ass, while the world dissolved into some kind of soft focus, possibly with an extra side of sparkle and glitter. There was just one thing wrong with this, and without stopping what he was doing for even part of a second, Simon moved to deal with that, stretching out the hand still holding Bugs off to the side where he was pretty sure the sink should still be. Since he wasn’t looking, it did take a couple of seconds probing through thin air before he’d found the right height for where the sink top was, but when he had that Simon deposited the glass quickly, bringing the now-freed hand back to rest at Ali’s waist, where it began to move slowly upward. And kissing her, of course, because she’d opened her mouth a little, deepening the kiss in a way that pretty much guaranteed that whatever else might need to be doing, including forming coherent thoughts, was going to get delayed for a little while longer. Just some more kissing, and a little more light touching too, hands moving slowly over her sides. Not in any hurry, because he wanted to enjoy every single moment of this to the very most muchness it could be enjoyed, and because right now, it felt like they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, and do it the right way. It did have to end eventually though, because Ali still might need to breathe, even if he didn’t. And because he, Simon Williams, kind of wanted to get to look at her again. He really did like looking at her. Smiling - well, that was pretty much a given, wasn’t it? Just like the dimples, which he was pretty sure he could actually feel digging into his cheeks right now - he looked down at the extremely gorgeous face framed with shining pink hair, and had to remind himself that he’d wanted to say something before he started kissing her again. What had it been again? Oh yeah! “I will happily keep doing that for as long as you’ll let me,” Simon informed her. “Just so you know.” And plan accordingly, if she wanted. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 1 2014, 12:17 AM Post #17 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Amazing. The kiss, him (definitely him), the way his hand was moving to her hip, down over her ass, fingers tightening at his back and making her want to get in even closer. Leaving what felt like little points of light along her skin where ever he touched, right through the stealth suit Lighting her up from the inside out, a little bit at a time. Sure, she could manage that on her own, probably still was since she hadn't really bothered to pull the low level glow back in. But Simon - this - made her want to glow. Like music made her want to glow. Need to, in a way she couldn't remember in longer than she wanted to even think about. Or couldn't, because there wasn't room in her head for a lot of thinking. At least about anything that wasn't right here, right now. Just a lot of pastel colored light and sensation. Which was, in absolutely no way at all, any kind of complaint. Definitely the complete opposite of complaint. All of it, totally amazing. She'd said that before, or at least thought it, but it could stand a few more times. Or a few dozen more. Amazing. Wonderful. A lot more adjectives like that that she couldn't quite to think of right now because none've the thoughts she tried to have wanted to hang around for long since her brain seemed to think it had better things to focus on, but she would later. Yeah, that codename of his was perfect, wasn't it? Absolutely perfect, like the way his hands felt skimming up her sides when the second one joined in after...whatever he'd been doing with it before. Ditching Bugs somewhere for right now, she guessed. Being the awesome rabbit that he was, Bugs would probably understand, and that reminded her again not to dump Lola on the floor. Tempting as it might be so that she could get both her hands on him. Every single inch of him, because that was right up there on the top of her list of things she wanted to do with Simon Williams. Had been for a couple of days now. Seriously, she owed Hone a thank you card and a nice fruit basket or something. Just for setting up that PR meeting. Later, though. Right now, she was too busy kissing one've the most amazing men she'd ever met, hand sliding down his back to his waist. Feeling a little dazed when that kiss ended (and it pretty much had to, even if various parts of her were protesting that idea) and her eyes opened again. And her smile came right back quick as a flash. No way to do anything else, or want to, when she looked up at him. All wavy dark hair and dimples and that face that had absolutely been made for the big screen, not to mention the rest've him...yeah, totally perfect. “I will happily keep doing that for as long as you’ll let me,” Simon informed her. “Just so you know.” And that? Was definitely very, very good to know? "We're gonna be here a while, then," Ali answered with a grin, remembering that now would probably be a good time to let Lola go hang out on the counter and get her other hand back. A little breathing wouldn't hurt the wine any. "There might need to be some major schedule clearing." Or all the schedule clearing. Pretty sure she could just keep right on kissing him forever. Maybe while adding a few other activities, but definitely kissing. Passing her glass back around to her other hand, Ali managed a non-disastrous and non-wine spilling transfer over to the counter with minimal near misses of it falling over, despite the fact she wasn't really looking to see what she was doing. Definitely not nearly as good a view as she already had. Then, sans makeshift wine glass/mug/thing, she slid her other arm around him. Where it already felt like it absolutely belonged. "So, are we talking just that?" she felt compelled to ask, smile shifting toward a grin and brows lifting a little. Because, you know, totally a thing that needed asking, right? "Or is this a flexible program that's good with additions?" |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 9 2014, 12:35 AM Post #18 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
There was that glow again. Or maybe it hadn’t left, and maybe it was just some trick of the light, or his head, or the thoughts in it that were still feeling expertly swirled (like the froth on the very best kind of cappuccino), but Simon Williams couldn’t shake the idea that he was seeing the way Ali lit up from the inside (literally and metaphorically) for the first time all over again when they broke apart again. Maybe it was just that smile of hers, though. That absolutely stunning (and again, that was definitely both figurative and more than a little literal) smile that made you feel like you were the only other person in the entire world, and that on top of that, that it was the best news ever that you were. Either way, smiling at her, with dimples, teeth, eyes, and whatever else he could squeeze into the expression was a foregone conclusion, so Simon got right on with that. She was gorgeous. She was really, really, quite possibly the most gorgeous thing he could remember ever seeing in his life, and with that thought coming right back to the fore of his mind, it was actually quite hard to remember why it was that he wasn’t still kissing her right now. After a moment though, Simon did remember why that was, and what it was that he’d been meaning to tell her when he’d broken off the kiss in the first place. Given that that was how happy he’d be to do that for as long as she’d let him, maybe it was a little unnecessary, or possibly circular, but all the same, he thought it still needed to be said. Just so she knew. Also, he’d gotten to look at her, and the smile, and the eyes, and the glow, all over again this way, but that was just an extra bonus. “We’re gonna be here a while, then," Ali answered with a grin, one that he liked. Like a lot, almost every bit as much as he liked the answer it accompanied. “There might need to be some major schedule clearing.” Which was exactly what he’d been kind of hoping to hear, so while she shifted a little to get Lola the bunny glass set safely back down somewhere or other, Simon took that as an invitation to lean down a little and start by kissing up the side of her neck, while her hand was still otherwise occupied. Moving with her, however she needed to make that transfer work, he made his way to the hollow just below her jaw, lips brushing lightly over the smoothness of her skin until the pressure of another hand at his side said that Lola was successfully stowed away in the wings. That seemed to make it a good time to sneak another look at her, and he straightened up again, shifting his own hands again over her body, down the line of her back to her hips. “So, are we talking just that?” she asked, with a grin and a look that teased, or suggested, or just generally did all kinds of things to his heartrate and the general state of his body that were supposed to take a whole lot more than a look to do if you weren’t a seventeen year old boy anymore. “Or is this a flexible program that's good with additions?” Good with additions? Did he look like he was anything but all kinds of good with any and all additions she might like to add in here? Simon took his turn to raise his eyebrows in amusement. “Utterly modular,” he assured her with all possible sincerity. On that particular front, he was happy to not feel anything at all like a seventeen year old boy anymore. “C’mon, Gorgeous,” Simon added a moment later, settling his hands a little tighter around to gather her closer, “I think your Hot Tub might be getting close to awaiting you.” And with no more ado than that, he stepped back that way, whirling then both around in a neat spiral, a half-turn of spin for every step he took back over toward the tub. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 10 2014, 12:55 AM Post #19 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Nothing at all here, in this room, with this man and that smile and that way he had of looking at her that made her feel light, weightless, that wouldn't make a girl want to glow. Whether she had powers for that or not. She did, though, and it was easier than breathing to just let it happen. Let it out. Especially when he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and there wasn't anything else in the world right then as far as Ali was concerned but that. What more could a girl want? Well, okay, she could think of a few things, but those were things she was kinda hoping they'd be getting to anyway at some point. No rush, not when it was this good. When it felt like this and they had the whole rest've the night. Sure, they'd have to work in a few other things here and there, but yeah. Multi-tasking. They had it covered. Or would, just give them a little time. Or a lot, since if he was offering her carte blanche on this? Yeah, they were gonna be here a while. There'd have to be some serious schedule clearing and time making and rearranging. Not that she was complaining. At all. Or anything even close to complaining. As far as she was concerned, they could just reschedule the whole revolution, if that's what it came to. Or, you know, not. Probably. Tempting, though. God, so amazingly and completely tempting. Especially - oh god. Lola had another close call with crashing down to where ever again, and her knees had a second there of deciding whether or not they wanted to keep her upright, as his lips skimmed over her neck, found that sensitive spot there near her jaw and made her forget for a few breaths what else she was supposed to be doing. Other than arching her neck and counting the degrees that seemed to be heating things up (or her up), one by one. That'd always been one've her very favorite weaknesses and it was probably total luck Lola made it to the counter alive and in one piece. A little groping around (on the counter, and not on Simon, but give her a second and she'd get to that), though, once she managed major muscle control again and Bugs' girlfriend was safe and sound and she was sliding her other arm around him. Right where it felt like it belonged. Which brought them to the amazingly important question of were they talking just that? Or was there some possible negotiation here? A little room for flexibility and additions? Kissing him indefinitely? That she would have zero problem doing. In fact, she kinda had problems figuring out why she wasn't doing it right now. Throwing in some add ons along with that? Even better. But, yeah, even if she was pretty sure she already knew the answer to that not even close to actually serious question, for once she could totally go with whatever flow came along. He was more than worth that. He was just...more. “Utterly modular,” he assured her with the lift of one, dark brow her way now. Just when she didn't think he could get any sexier than he already was, look at that. Totally proved wrong. Also, hmmm, modular, huh? As in things that connected, transposed, or fit really, really well with other things? Excellent. Better than excellent, even. "I am really liking that imagery," she informed him since, you know, he might like to know and, either way, she felt like sharing. It was very good imagery. “C’mon, Gorgeous,” Simon added a moment later, settling his hands a little tighter around to gather her closer, “I think your Hot Tub might be getting close to awaiting you.” "Us," Ali corrected out as a matter of principle, "Not a being in a hot tub alone kinda girl here." Not really sure exactly how they were gonna get from here to there in the current position, since she was pretty sure flying in the bathroom wouldn't be nearly as exciting as it sounded. But letting go seemed more than a little overrated at the moment. Or, you know, they could just dance over to the tub. Totally what they were doing as she let out a soft laugh, tightened her own hold on Simon, and matched her steps to his without missing a beat as they whirled around. Singing might trump dancing, but it ran a close second as far as she was concerned and she hadn't forgot any of what felt like the millions of lessons, and classes, and choreography she'd been taking and learning and doing (other than that five year involuntary hiatus) since she was around three or so. Perfect. Totally. Except for one little thing, but she could take care of that. Not even close to a problem. Every dance, whenever or where ever, needed music. Unwritten law of the universe or something. And the one the music that popped right into her head during the next turn had her smiling even wider and more brightly. Yeah, that'd work just fine. A little humming to find the right pitch and tune and she turned her head a little. Enough to return the favor of letting her lips wander over his neck just a bit. Well, okay, maybe there was some minor lingering over that warm expanse of bare skin there. Temptation, she'd already said she wasn't much on resisting. But, okay, enough with the humming and the slight detour over into distraction. She'd just jump into the chorus and take it where ever it went from there. "You're the one that I want," she crooned softly, peering up at Simon with a brief flash of a grin, "Oo-oo-oh, honey. The one that I want." Grease. Total classic. And when it fit, it fit. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 12 2014, 04:40 PM Post #20 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
Additions? A flexible program with room for additions, did he have it? Why, yes, Simon Williams kinda thought that he did. An utterly modular, good with any and all additions that she might dream up, kind of program. Not that he entirely knew exactly what words were coming out of his mouth right now, but it popped in there, and it seemed like it sounded pretty good, and Ali looked like she thought it might sound pretty good too, so it was all pretty good, really. Fantastic, even. ”I am really liking that imagery,” she informed him, which then meant Simon had to actually stop (not literally, it needed to be noted, because his hands and his body were quite happy to keep right on doing what they were doing, and didn’t want to be interrupted. But figuratively, or in his head, there was stopping) and think about what ‘imagery’ that might have been. Utterly modu- “Oooh, yeah,” he agreed, breaking into another grin. “Yeah.” Yeah, that wasn’t too bad, was it? Score one point for Wonder words, not that he planned to rest on his laurels here, since there were things that were even better than words waiting for them. Modular things (okay, yeah, he was never going to look at that word the same way anymore), and right now, that Hot Tub, which had to be getting close to awaiting Ali and her pleasure. Pulling her a little closer, like he was doing now, would totally help them get back that way, right? “Us,” Ali corrected, and she was right, that was an important distinction, or Simon liked to think that it was. “Not a being in a hot tub alone kinda girl here.” “I was hoping you’d say that,” Simon told her, dimples peeping through again before he decided to solve the problem of how to get over to the bath without letting her go by just whirling them both around. Big band dance style, a half-turn with each step, and there was instant reward for making that choice in the way Ali somehow found to hold on a little tighter, and slide into the rhythm at the same time, moving like it was second nature to match her steps with his. Okay. Yeah. Maybe those steps that way didn’t need to be quite so large, did they? They could take a little more time to get over there, or hell, maybe even spin around on this one spot for a few seconds, because something about this had made Ali smile even more brightly, and he’d kind of like to let that go on for a little longer (or a lot longer. Whichever he could get, really). She started humming. Just softly, but the sound filled in the gap that had been missing to make this perfect, and… wait, also doing that, with her head? Oh- oh, man, that felt absolutely fantastic, with her lips murmuring with the sound over his skin, just above the top of the stealthsuit, and sending most of the rest of his skin into registering protests that it was still stuck under it, but that melody she’d gone into now… …he definitely knew that song. Hell, knew was an understatement, and Simon didn’t even have to think at all to smoothly change the steps of the dance they were doing. Box-step base, hips and shoulders moving together like that, oh yeah, he still had it, and it was easy, with a partner like this, to fit the moves he’d spent months, a long long time ago, painstakingly copying off Travolta to this moment (the man was a model, what could you say?). “You’re the one that I want," she crooned softly, peering up at Simon with a brief flash of a grin that was the easiest, most natural thing in the world to return, while joining in softly with the “Oo-oo-oh, honey.” Leaving the rest of it to her for the most part though, because while he could do well enough singing not to embarrass himself, getting to listen to her was far more enjoyable right now. Yeah, it seemed like the time to stop right where they were, one foot in front of the other, knees bent just a little, and fall into that shimmying, hip-shaking dip back and forth that had always been the very part of this dance. Kind of a pity there was no shaking platform on hand to set it off (he’d always wanted to try that out), but, on the other hand, when he looked back up at the woman in his arms? Well… …oh yes indeed, it didn’t feel like there was anything in the world to complain about just now. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 13 2014, 06:52 PM Post #21 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Yeah, see! Modular, it was an excellent word with very, very excellent images for her to put with it. Images that Simon was definitely getting if that grin (of approval, Ali was sure that was approval there) and the more verbal agreements were anything to go by. And she was sure they were. So very much liked the way he thought. And the way he smiled. And the way his arms felt around her. And the way he felt against her. And...well, the list could just go on and on and on, couldn't it? Maybe, the former singer decided, she should just put a check in the column of 'liking every single thing'. In the interest of saving time. Time they could be using for other things that were even better than making lists. Like that hot tub Simon was reminding her was probably ready now, since it was still a little harder than it possibly should've been to keep more than one thought in her head at a time. Especially with him pulling her in closer like that, so totally his fault. In a very awesome and amazing way that had her tightening her own hold, hands sliding up his back in a completely unhurried way. Just utterly enjoying the way he felt as she pressed in closer. Definitely not just an awaiting-her hot tub, though. This was, no question, a them thing. Because hot tubs were not nearly as much fun alone and she? Was in no way an alone-in-a-hot-tub sorta girl here. “I was hoping you’d say that,” bringing out the dimples again and doing some brilliant improvising to get them over to the hot tub in question without any actual letting go needed. Not only was it a great excuse to hold onto him even tighter, but dancing? Who could ever argue with dancing, even in the bathroom from the sink to the tub. Maybe especially then. He was excellent at that, too. Easy to dance with. Kinda like they'd been doing that forever, instead of just a few seconds now. That was kinda perfect, too. All that was missing was a little music, but that was never a problem if she was in the room. All the music they needed, she could handle it without any trouble at all. A little humming, finding the pitch she wanted - since she already had the perfect music in mind - and getting it just right, maybe a little giving into temptation (like an appetizer to maybe a lot of giving into temptation) to let her lips wander over the warm bare skin there at his neck, just above the stealth suit collar. By the time she got to the actual chorus, and actual words instead of just humming, Simon was already doing a seriously impressive Travolta. Or Danny Zucho, if you wanted to be totally accurate. Which she did, because it was Grease and it was just that awesome. He had the moves down and it was the easiest thing ever to match her own to those, too, as she crooned out the chorus and grinned up at him as he joined in the last bit, letting her hips and shoulders follow his, exactly the way they wanted. In the interest of getting her Sandy on (one've these days, she was doing that role on Brodaway, it was happening), her arms slid from around his back to slip over his shoulders instead. "You're the one that I want, Oo, Oo, Oo, the one I need," she moved onto, deciding the stealth suit worked okay as a skintight, shiny black pants substitute for an impromptu performance. Not so much for the off the rest've the outfit. Simon definitely had the edge there with his, but you know. Sometimes improvisation had to happen. "Oh yes indeed." She wasn't exactly a blonde, either, but you know. Also, favorite part of this song, coming up right now. "If you're filled with affection," Ali continued, brows lifting just a little for effect and blue eyes staying on his red ones, "You're too shy to convey. Meditate in my direction," cue a little quick half turn, voice dropping just slightly on the last syllable there. Still keeping in synch with the steps and the hip movements as she moved back against him, her back to his chest. "Feel your way," a bigger voice drop there, letting that bit come out low and kinda husky as her knees bent just a little and she slid down against him slightly, then back up again. Okay, that was even more her favorite part right now. Possibly her new favorite part of anything ever. No time to linger like she might've wanted to, though. Time to spin back around to face him again, timing so they were still in step and, oh yeah. Next favorite part, she definitely knew this one as he palms came to rest on his shoulders, grin on her face as she moved into an offset position from his, one leg in front, between his, one back slightly and on the other side, so one've his legs was between hers. A little shimmying up and back and rinse and repeat and they were there. "You better shape up, 'cause I need a man," Little bit of lyric improv on the fly there, but it mostly worked Ali thought as she sang out properly and moved to the next part, "and my heart is set on you. You better shape up," Not sure from what, since the shape he was already in was totally approval worthy and then some, but she was just rearranging lyrics here. "You better understand, to my heart I must be true." Yeah, that definitely worked. The gods of musical theater would just have to give her some license here. "You're the one that I want," right back into the chorus, though she skipped a little over some've the repeating, grinning up at Simon. Totally fit with the scene, but that was just a nice coincidence for something she couldn't have helped at all anyway and wouldn't have wanted to. "Oo, Oo, Oo, honey. The one that I want. Oo, oo, oo, the one that I need. Oh yes indeed." And, since they weren't required to do a PG-13 performance here, Ali slid her arms around his neck again, moving in a lot closer than Sandy and Danny managed to get for this dance. Closer was definitely better and they really hadn't known what they were missing. Definitely perfect, even without the Shake Shack. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 13 2014, 11:24 PM Post #22 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
Oh yes indeed! Did Ali know this was one of his all-time favorite songs in the world, or was it just one of hers too? Simon didn’t know, and since really, either option seemed excellent, he didn’t plan to waste a moment’s time wondering about it. Not when there was dancing to be got on with, and this was a dance he definitely knew, and utterly adored, so all there really was to do was to go at it, hips and shoulders working like they wanted, and Ali’s hands sliding up to just the exact right place on his shoulders as she sparkled through the chorus. Yeah, no doubt about it - she knew and loved this song every bit as much as he did. “If you're filled with affection," Ali continued, brows lifting just a little for effect and did she know how incredibly, amazingly sexy that look was? He had to think she did, and that only made it hotter, “You’re too shy to convey. Meditate in my direction,” Simon caught onto the turn that was coming just before she began it, letting her spin through his grasp till she was pressed up against his body, never missing so much as a half-step, then allowing his hands to do what they wanted, and go a little beyond what would have passed censorship muster in 1978, sliding down the front of her hips and over her thighs. “Feel your way,” and she dropped, not just in her voice, but with her ass, grinding gently, but incredibly noticeably, against him. There was a moment in Simon’s brain, and that moment was tangled up in confusion of figuring out whether he needed to remind himself that he didn’t need to remind himself to breathe or not. Otherwise known as a single thought, which - in the immortal words of Travolta - was an incoherent “Whaaoooooh….” Simon didn’t quite manage that much volume though (it was more of a ‘whuhhh’), but at least in spirit, he liked to think there was a similarity. He did manage to get himself together by the time she spun back, because there was no going weak at the knees allowed when trying to live up to Travolta choreography (except when dictated by said choreography, of course), and… oh yeah, that was one slim, incredibly sexy stealth-suited leg sliding in by his, and it was Shake Shack time, wasn’t it? And that did kind of prompt a suspicion that they were working with a remix of this song, but Ali had a glint in her eye of a woman who knew just where she was going, and he was only too good with following her lead seeing where that might be. And it turned out, that was skipping right back a little earlier, the first verse, and yes. Utterly fantastic to follow that, even if he didn’t propose to let her out of his arms to do anything like the choreography that technically went with that part. Reinterpretation, that was definitely the word of the moment, and reinterpretation meant sticking right here, face to face (actually a little closer than strict homage to the movie would have suggested, but that was very much more than okay). “You better understand, to my heart I must be true,” she sang, and at this point, Simon really felt like there was no excuse for not joining in, so that was what he did, coming in with the “Nothing left, nothing left, for me to do…” because that refrain could not have felt more true right now. “You’re the one that I want,” he sang with her this time, moving by instinct because all conscious thought was wrapped up in returning the smile she’d turned up at him again, “Oo, Oo, Oo, honey. The one that I want. Oo, oo, oo, the one that I need. Oh yes indeed.” And then she did the move he’d always kind of imagined should have been the end of that number, giving up all pretense of keeping room for the holy spirit between them. Arms snaking more tightly around his neck, and body (utterly, utterly fantastic, body) pressing close, so there really was only one thing to do. Simon split his hands again, one shifting up, to cradle her lower back, while the other shifted down, cupping her ass, and then - with a little kickout with one leg, to help generate a little momentum - pulled them both into a tight, on the spot spiral (maybe helped along by just a little floating on air, but no more than an inch, so barely cheating at all). More ice dance than whatever the strange dry-humping pony ride move had been at the end of the movie (weakest part of that number, definitely), maybe, but he was hoping it would meet with approval. Just like the next move, when he killed his speed and let them whirl slowly out of the spin, and dipped down again to kiss her. A little more Rizzo and Kenickie than Danny and Sandy, yes, but they were working with reinterpretation here, right? He certainly thought it was right. Grinning (when hadn’t he been grinning though, in the last ten minutes?), Simon pulled back, with just a trace of question in his eyes as he moved his hand again, settling just above Ali’s hip, where he’d spotted the end of the hidden zipper on her stealthsuit a while ago (it paid to be prepared, and notice these things, because you never knew when you might get a chance to let it come in handy). Waiting for her to give him an okay he was pretty sure would be coming, then deftly pressing the seam to expose the zip-pull. With finger and thumb he drew that slowly up the line of Ali’s side, leaving his other fingers free to trail over the smooth soft skin that he watched appear as the suit split away. Up, up, and up, slipping around just behind her armpit, and along down the back of her arm, all the way to the wrist, Simon watched the zipper open, before turning his grin back to Ali herself, eyes flashing. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 14 2014, 11:57 PM Post #23 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
That part of the song? Simon definitely had it covered. And she liked the way he had that covered. Absolutely with all the approval there. Just like she liked that sexy little almost breathless sound he was making. Actually, she loved that and this was probably the most fun she'd ever had in a bathroom in her entire life. Which was, you know, a lot more impressive an accomplishment than you might think. They had the choreography, though, and they had the music and even if she was doing a little remixing and improvising - or more than a little, maybe - with they lyrics, Simon didn't seem to mind. Not if that smile that Ali was pretty sure was addicting was anything at all to go by. Right now, that verse rearranging felt like an absolute perfect fit. Just like he felt like a perfect fit. Not just right now and the Grease re-enactment and the moving in synch without even having to think about making that happen. Not just the way he was joining in with the appropriate parts of the slightly rearranged musical number or the way her arms slid up around his neck again, because they felt at home there and she wanted to be closer to him, and they ditched any sort of pretense of going with that PG-13 rating that made Danny and Sandy miss out on some've the better parts of the Shake Shack dance. It was all of it and it was starting to feel like a freefall with no parachute. Heady and breath stealing and utterly and completely amazing. Wonderful, even. His hands moved and she knew this next part, too, and Ali was ready as he pressed one against her lower back, the other one moving under her ass. Simon boosted her up and it was easy as a slight shift on the way up to wrap her legs around his waist and let him spin them around. Enough to make her halfway dizzy, definitely enough to make her laugh, because it was exactly that awesome. Then she just held on and enjoyed the ride, which was, no question, several magnitudes of amazing better than that skipping, hopping, well, whatever the hell that'd been they'd tried to do at the end of that number in the movie. Not that choreographer's finest moment. Or anyone else's. Were they even touching the floor? That was some seriously smooth footwork there, if they were. Ali was pretty sure she wasn't, and wouldn't have been even if he hadn't been holding her up, regardless. Then she was busy kissing him again and letting that little bit of curiosity fade away in favor focusing on that and on him. Another thing Danny and Sandy totally missed out on at the end of this number. Not something she wanted to miss out on at all, though. God, she really could go right on kissing him until somebody finally showed up to drag them outta the room again. Or she could just grin back at him as he pulled back, because that came just as easy as kissing him. Unwrapping herself from around him - at least temporarily, because she was hoping to revisit that a little later - not so much, but Ali managed, getting her feet back on the floor as those amazing and gorgeous eyes of his took on a little hint of question there, hand moving to her hip. Yeah, sweetest guy she'd ever met and she hoped her own eyes, and the way her grin softened, was enough of an answer for him. If not, she'd find whatever way she needed to to get that complete and total okay communicated. The clothes could've vanished a while ago, and she'd have been perfectly good with that. More than perfectly good. He was gorgeous with clothes on. Off was something she was looking forward to. The message apparently got through, since he started tugging at the zipper. Slowly, fingers sliding over her skin in a way that had her almost holding her breath. Warm little trails, that's what his fingers were leaving along her skin and that didn't do anything at all to make the glowing want to stop, either. She was kinda surprised she wasn't glowing even brighter where ever he touched. And there was that grin - sexy as hell - turning right back to her again and a little flash in his eyes to go with them, when he got to her wrist. Ali's brows lifted again, head tilted just slightly and watching him as she curled her fingers in a little, fingertips brushing along his arm, since it was right there. Then taking a half a step in again, since that was about all there was room for, she pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat, other hand drifting down from his shoulder and palm settling lightly against his chest before she took that half step back again. Slowly, then. Slowly was good. "I feel like I'm opening a present," she told him as she peered up with blue eyes through dark lashes and with that same grin. The softer one he seemed to be able to bring out without even trying. One she thought she might've lost way too long ago, but there it was again. "Have I mentioned I absolutely love presents?" With that in mind, she found the zipper pull, there in the front, up around the collar. Drew it down slowly, fingers making their own trail in turn. Solid muscle under warm skin that she took her time with, watching the front of his stealth suit part. Stopping at his waist, she slid her palm upward, doing that slowly, too, as she leaned in to kiss him again, because she couldn't resist and didn't want to, palm curling over his shoulder. Definitely a present and incredible one. Sometimes a girl did get incredibly lucky. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 16 2014, 07:31 PM Post #24 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
That was a really, utterly fabulous way to end a musical interlude, and it was one that could have stretched out an awful lot longer than it did, as far as Simon was concerned. Except for one thing, which was that unlike the movie, they were only just getting started, weren’t they? And there were a lot more things he wanted to be doing with Alison Blaire tonight. Or whenever she liked, come to think of it. Getting good things did tend to come with sacrifices all too often though, and in this case, it was the sad realization that if they were going to get to most of those other things, right now he was going to have to put her down again. Hopefully not for very long, but for just one example, getting the (incredibly sexy) stealthsuit she was wearing open (seriously, when had these things got quite that fantastic-looking?) was probably going to be quite a bit easier if they were both standing on solid ground, wasn’t it? So there was helping as much as he could as Ali eased herself back to the floor though (also, had he mentioned the sacrifice part? Because absence of those legs wrapped around his hips, definitely a major sacrifice). And also bringing a brief, questioning moment to his smile as he shifted one hand toward the zip on her stealthsuit, because some things, you just didn’t assume, however sure you might be feeling. That smile would do it, though, and the look of invitation in her eyes. God, that might just be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, Simon told himself. Though the sight of smooth, creamy skin that glowed from the inside appearing from jet black as he slowly pulled the zipper at her hip and split the stealthsuit open at its side did give it a pretty serious run for its money. Gorgeous to look at, gorgeous to touch (and his fingers definitely did that, trailing after the zipper and brushing lightly up over the warm skin he’d exposed. He’d just take his time with this, and not rush at all, because this was worth enjoying in the best, unhurried kind of way. All the way up her side, and down her arm, right down to the wrist, before he finally looked back up, turning the grin he’d been watching her perfect, glowing skin back to Ali herself. Not saying anything, but then neither did she, just raised her eyebrows a little, like she was considering her own next move. If it involved more of the way her fingers were fluttering along his own arm, well, that would be a yes vote, Simon decided. Though really, right now it was hard to think of anything Ali might choose to do that wouldn’t get all the enthusiastic ‘ayes’ possible, unless it was choosing to stop. He didn’t think she was going to choose that, though, and she didn’t, stepping in instead, all sleek and unhurried, pressing her lips slowly to the base of his throat, and one hand to his chest. Simon gathered his own hands in, holding her lightly, one hand settling at her hip and finding the warm skin just inside the open side of the stealthsuit. Taking a moment just to enjoy that, moving his fingers in beneath the light fabric, over the soft, warm skin. And that fantastic scent that you could still smell in her hair as he slowly breathed in, and out again. God, she was amazing. Nothing hurried, nothing impatient in what she was doing. Just savoring every moment, every fantastic sensation as it came, wringing all the enjoyment they could out of each and every part. As she pulled back again, he looked down, smile bursting wider all over again as he met the impossibly blue eyes that looked up through thick lashes. ”I feel like I'm opening a present," she told him which only made Simon smile all the more. He liked the sound of being a present (at least if it was a present for Alison Blaire). Almost as much as he liked the way her eyes were shining now, and the way it shifted her smile from something gorgeous to something that was even better than that. “Have I mentioned I absolutely love presents?” Simon dimpled back at her, running his hand back up her side, thumb just brushing over the side of her breast. “Lucky present.” Luckiest present there might ever have been ever, that was what he was feeling like right now. It was a good thing to feel like. And that was even before her hand found the zipper at his collar, and worked it down slowly, fingertips dancing warm, ticklish paths down his skin in its wake, all the way down to his stomach. All that way… oh god, that felt… wow. That felt like wow. Watching her watch her handiwork, also wow. No other word for it, or for the return path she took with her palm, skimming back over his bare chest. The one he could still feel for a few seconds after as she finished at his shoulder, and leaned back in to the kiss he was already dipping his head to join her in. Soft lips. Warm skin beneath his hand. Everything perfect. Except for that stealthsuit, which Simon finally broke the kiss for, taking that little half step back again and finding the end of the open arm of the suit, then holding it and moving it as he needed to help her get that side over her head, and peeled off her other arm. There were all sorts of positives about these things fitting like a second skin, but you had to say, where it came to Ali, the first skin definitely looked better. A lot, lot better. Wow. “Wow,” Simon repeated out loud, smiling at the sight that was before him once those maneuvers were done. He raised his eyes to Ali’s for a second, then ducked his head again on impulse. Planting one kiss just a little below her collarbone. Then another, another inch or so below that, and a third, on the gently rising curve of her breast. Very, very lucky present. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 17 2014, 02:44 PM Post #25 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Was there anybody who didn't love presents? Definitely not her, she was a total and complete fan. Big or small, didn't matter. Totally loved them all and that's what this felt like. What he felt like. A present. One with a face and a body to die for (skintight stealth suits definitely didn't lie, though it didn't even take skintight to figure that part out), and with the best, most incredible smile she'd ever seen in her life. Warm and sweet and...absolutely and utterly amazing. Weak in the knees kind of amazing. Not a bad feeling. Not at all, or even close. It was a spectacular feeling, just as spectacular as the way his arms felt, coming around her as she stepped in closer again. Light, soft touches on her bare skin, doing things to her she couldn't even describe, and the warmth of his under her lips, the rise and fall of his chest against her palm. All of it so easy it was almost a little scary. Or maybe would've been, or should've been, or whatever word thing might go there if she'd cared at all or had any time to bother about it and if there'd been any room for that kinda thing. There wasn't. Instead there were those dimples that did more than just make her knees go weak (seriously, he should probably need a permit for those, they had to be completely lethal to any female in a good mile radius) and a smile every single actor in Hollywood would've killed for, but without any've the Hollywood veneer to go with it. And that, in her opinion, was nothing but a good thing. He was nothing but a good thing, so yeah. A present, just waiting to be unwrapped, and Ali had a sneaking suspicion here that he just might end up being her very favorite one of all time. “Lucky present.” The way his hand was wandering up her side, that light, light brush against her breast that had her breath catching just a little, it was more like lucky Ali. Very lucky Ali, who was more than ready to take her own turn with the touching. And the unzipping, just letting one mingle in with the other on the way down. Then indulging in following the dips and curves of his body on the way back up, palm pressed to soft skin, but with that ripple of hard muscle underneath. Warm. Inviting, and she could do that for hours. Just touch him. He was...what she wanted. There wasn't anything about him that wasn't what she wanted and, by the time her hand reached his shoulder, Ali lifted her head to kiss him, or for him to kiss her. Whichever, it seemed kinda like a mutual decision and he tasted just as good as he felt and that was an amazingly high setting on the bar to reach. Still could do that for hours, too. Kissing Simon Williams was already at the top of her list of very favorite things ever. All good things, though, as the saying went and, you know, breathing and things like that. Sometimes you had to take those into consideration. At least for her, since she wasn't sure he actually needed to (at some point, when her brain and all the rest've her wasn't occupied with other things, she was definitely gonna have to ask how all that worked), plus other things that needed attention now and then, too. Like continuing the move from partially undressed to all the way undressed. Something she was definitely looking forward to, even if she was also good with the not rushing there, too. That half step ended up between them again, but that was okay. They'd get rid of it again, Ali was sure. First, though, there was peeling off the rest've the top of her stealth suit, with Simon's help, and getting it over her head, which did unacceptable and not-at-all attractive-type tousling to her hair. So, yeah, she'd let him handle the other arm while she shook the pink strands out and combed the fingers of her free hand through to try to get them back into some sort of at least marginally acceptable configuration. Or at least outta her eyes, as the top of the stealth suit fell down around her waist, because she definitely wanted the view unobstructed. “Wow,” Simon said and that got him a very bright, soft, and very pleased smile to meet the one she found on his face. She did aim to please and approval? That was always a good thing. When it came to him, it was an entirely excellent thing. "Y'know," Ali replied, sliding her hands inside the open front of his suit and palms resting lightly at his sides, "I was just thinking the same thing." His eyes were still amazing. It wasn't anything she could really say enough as they came up to meet hers again. Then that was all she really had time to think as he dipped his head again, lips warm - more than warm - against the skin just under her collarbone, then again, just under that and there would've been no way at all she could've stopped the little, "Mmmmm," of contented pleasure as she let her eyes slip halfway closed, the better to just concentrate on how that felt. Heated. Electric, but still soft around the edges, and her hands brushed up his sides, palms skimming slowly, fingertips savoring that contact, and moving inward. Another press of his lips against her skin, a little lower and her back arched, just a little bit. One hand slid from inside the edge of his suit to lift to the back of his head, thick, silky dark hair against her palm. God, so sexy and completely and totally irresistible and it made her just want to wrap herself around him again. For now, though, she'd settle for getting the top of his stealth suit off and her other hand got on with working on that, sliding up and pushing it off one, broad shoulder, then pausing to run palm and fingertips over that, too. They'd get to all of it, so yeah. No need to rush, she didn't want to miss not even one spot. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 19 2014, 09:05 PM Post #26 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
There. The open top of the stealth suit was over Ali’s head, and she lifted her free hand to rearrange the tangled cloud of pink that joint maneuver had inevitably made of her hair. In Simon’s opinion, it didn’t need it at all, because it still looked completely shiny and fantastic (and a little tousled, but only in the best, homage to Jennifer Beals, kind of way) but who better than he to completely understand the urge to do that anyway? While she did what she needed, he took upon himself to roll the fabric down her other arm, easing it over her hand carefully, then letting it go. Letting it fall to her waist, in fact, and once that was done, there was only one word for the sight that met his eyes when he surveyed their joint handiwork. Wow. Really, really, really wow. So much wow, in fact, that it deserved lifting his gaze back up so that he could smile properly at Ali, and get another look at the smile she answered him with. Okay, he really did like what she’d done with her hair there too. A little bit of wow there too, taking in the full effect of the way it worked with her eyes, and her smile, and the whole package, but before Simon could gather himself together enough to add that, there were soft, warm hands touching his body again, and one way or another, the words just didn’t quite put themselves together in time. “Y’know,” Ali replied, sliding her hands inside the open front of his suit and palms resting lightly at his sides, "I was just thinking the same thing.” Either one of those things - the words, or the touch - would have broadened the smile Simon was wearing right at that moment. The combination of the two was enough to just about explode it, dimples and teeth and really just about anything he could do to communicate just how pleased those things made him. Approval? Yeah, maybe he had a thing about approval, and he’d been working on that, but right now, he couldn’t remember why at all. He liked approval. He liked approval when it came like that, from Ali. That was really, incredibly good approval there. In the spirit of returning some of that favor (and also just because there was not enough willpower in the world to resist the smooth, creamy skin that they’d just uncovered together, Simon bent his head back down, placing first one, then another, kiss on a line that dropped down from Ali’s collarbone. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, the warm skin beneath his lips vibrating very slightly with the sound. Simon smiled to himself, and dropped his lips further, reaching her breast with the third kiss while her hands made all kinds of fireworks up his sides. Enjoying every single moment, and every single sensation. A guy did kinda like to be appreciated, after all. Really liked, it, in fact. Oh god, and that little arch in her back, that made it even easier to kiss her again, and now one of her hands was sliding through his hair, sexy and assured and however much he prided himself on his ability to keep things moving slowly enough to wring every little bit of pleasure out of any situation, Simon was abruptly being presented with several opinions from the rest of his body that this really, really wasn’t a strategy they wanted to pursue in this case. Like she was reading his mind, Ali’s other hand moved around to his chest, taking hold of the edge of his stealth suit, and slowly (or not, but man did it seem to be slower than he wanted, all of a sudden) working it out to his shoulder. Alright. Alright, there could be another little strategic sacrifice here right now, he decided, straightening back for a moment to make her task a little easier. Only a little easier though, because no sooner had he gotten up to eye level, but the line of her neck, framed by that gorgeous pink hair, pointed out just how much it too needed to be kissed, and that was another urge Simon Williams found himself completely unable (or at least completely unwilling) to resist. Or almost completely unwilling - as he leaned in, he happened to spy the hot tub (mmm, hot tub), and didn’t that water level look, well, maybe a little ominously high? Oh god, the tap! Straightening up again, Simon shot a brief, apologetic warning glance to Ali, then wrapped one arm securely around her shoulders, and leaned them both over enough that he could reach the taps and turn them off. One… then stretching a little further to get the other, pulling Ali a little closer as he did because the very slight extra lean totally required a more secure, tighter hold on her, right? “I’m guessing we don’t actually want to try to test out any theories about what happened to Jess and the others in their bathroom,” he suggested once the second faucet was safely closed, turning his head back slightly so he could grin again. And straighten up again, settling them both so he was sure there was steadiness, and all of that, Simon reluctantly pulled back once more. Well… alright. Actually only semi-reluctantly this time though, because there was a trick that he was kinda more than a little proud of that he really wanted to show Ali right now. So he pulled back, shook himself a little just to loosen his muscles, then carefully contracting pairs of muscles in turn, from pecs out to trapezoids, and deltoids, latissimus and the other obliques, then triceps, he rolled (or technically shrugged) the other side of the stealthsuit off his shoulders. He hadn’t quite worked out how to make that work to get it all the way off his arms (not yet, anyway!), so the part after did require letting go of Ali entirely for just a few moments, pulling his arms through the sleeves, so the suit was free to drop down at his waist too. Once that was complete, Simon got his hands back to the only place they really wanted to be right now. Namely, running over Ali’s skin, starting at her breasts (gorgeous, round, insanely amazing breasts), then dropping smoothly, down over her stomach, then to her waist, and the stealthsuit that had gathered there. Then lifting his eyes again, meeting hers, and leaning in to kiss her as his hands started to work on rolling that over her hips. It wasn’t doing anyone any favors where it was right now, was it? |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 20 2014, 05:19 PM Post #27 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Wow. Yeah. Definitely wow. All of it, just a great big, awesome Wow. He was maybe reading her mind a little there, or they were having an in sync moment. Either way, that wow definitely went both ways. Then just kept on going as he found perfect little places on her skin to place a line of kisses that had her practically humming with approval. Or maybe that should be literally humming with approval. Approval and appreciation and for all those amazing feelings and sensations he was making happen there with his mouth and the way she was sure she could practically feel the smile on his face. The way his mouth curved against her skin. The only thing that'd make it better was getting the rest of that stealth suit off him. Or at least the top part for right now (it was a lot more fun to unwrap a present like that a little at a time), and Ali took a little break in her own touching and exploring to work on that. Not that that stopped the touching, because she really didn't want to do that. Just moved it to a slightly different location as she worked the suit over one shoulder, fingers of her other hand sliding over that amazing, tempting, silky head of black hair he had. Simon straightened back up, which made suit from shoulder removal easier, but made her miss the contact. Really, instantly miss it, but since it was hopefully just gonna lead to more of that to come, she could have patience. Really. She could. Or not. Since he was already leaning in again and - wait, what was he looking at over there? Eyes opening curiously, she got a good look at the tub and caught onto what pretty quickly to what. Crap, they forgot to turn off the tub and it was totally getting away from them. Another couple've minutes or so and they'd be down one more bathroom on the helicarrier. And she really liked this bathroom. There was a look from Simon as he straightened up, but totally no kind of apology needed there at all. Not when there was overflow disaster to be diverted and that arm around her shoulder, giving her a perfectly good reason to move in against him and hook her own arm around his neck again. Then leaning over and turning that just brought along all sorts of excuses to get even closer, no urging needed. Sure, she had plenty of perfectly good balance of her own, but where was the fun in that? Especially since the way he kinda encouraged that getting closer with his arm tighter around her was very, very nice, too. Nothing at all for a girl to complain about there, plus bonus added saving of the bathroom from flooding. It'd be a complete and total shame not to get to make use of that hot tub. “I’m guessing we don’t actually want to try to test out any theories about what happened to Jess and the others in their bathroom,” he suggested, getting the faucets off and that utterly sexy grin turning back her way. Was there anything at all to do except for grin right back? Not as far as she was concerned and any sort of smiling thing in his direction wasn't even something she had to try with. It just happened and it happened a lot. It was, in fact, definitely the easiest thing ever. "Experimenting is always a good thing," Ali insisted, dipping her head really quick to press her lips just under his ear. Mmmm...wet Simon. There was yet another amazing - and amazingly sexy - thought popping into her head. "But yeah, less destroying the bathroom would probably be good, too." One've those three still owed her the story behind that, though, and she was not forgetting. Especially since she could kinda make Jess and Remy and mass, water filled bathroom Armageddon work in her head, but throwing Rogue into the mix - and Sauron? - and everybody coming out not in a coma and/or with their soul sucked out? Yeah, not making that work in her head so much. Time to straighten back up, though, and get as steady on her feet as she was probably gonna get anytime soon with him that close. Since her knees were still doing that going weak thing - or wanting to - off and on. That still held true, even when he moved back a little. Okay, now what was he up to? Not that she minded the view at all, it was absolutely spectacular, really, and getting better all the time. But there was some purpose in the way Simon was kinda shaking himself. Like he was loosening up for a workout (also some very nice head images to go with that thought, and none've them involved a gym at all). Then, oh man. Wow. That was some seriously impressive muscle control there. Along with some seriously impressive, well, everything. Muscles, chest, arms, there was nothing at all there to not be impressed with. Had she mentioned how completely drop dead gorgeous he was? If she hadn't, she really should've by now. A lot. "You," she told him, stepping in again as the suit dropped to his waist and indulging in letting her hands run slowly over his shoulders and chest, down toward his abdomen, "are completely incredible." All of him, inside and out, including the way his hands felt incredible, sliding over her skin, making her breath catch again. Quicken a little. The way he made her heart skip another little beat as he looked up and caught her eyes again, then skip a lot more than one as she met him halfway for another kiss. Yeah, definitely time for the rest of that suit to go, she and her body were in complete agreement with that as he started working it over her hips. Ali did a little shimmy with those hips that might or might not help with that all that much, but it seemed like it should, so you know. Give it a try. Couldn't hurt. Neither could working on doing that with his, too, because these things just seemed to be in the way right now. Every single part of her was in complete agreement on that. Totally unnecessary, with that tub just waiting for them. Also hopefully a lot've other things just waiting for them. And, since her hands just happened to find their way back to that zipper, she tugged it the rest've the way down, slid her fingers underneath the edge again to peel it down a little, over his hips. Then paused to let her hands slide back a little more, gliding over warm, firm skin to the curves of his equally firm, perfect ass. So utterly and completely, flawlessly amazing, and she absolutely could not ever say that enough. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 21 2014, 07:44 PM Post #28 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
Not to worry, at all - potential hot tub overflow crisis averted, with a little more time with Ali pressed in tight against him as a bonus benefit. Since Simon was guessing they didn’t really want to try to actively run through possible scenarios that might have gotten Jess and others to the state they were in when they made it to the comm room, it kinda had to be done. Mmmm. And he might just hold her here, a little while longer, while he grinned some more, and checked on that speculation. “Experimenting is always a good thing," Ali insisted, dipping her head really quick to press her lips just under his ear. Mmmmhmmmmmmm… that was… well, you could have almost called him Reed Richards, the number of new experiments that popped into his head at once when she did that, right there. Or… okay. No. No calling him Reed. That was… he didn’t even want to go there, and no. They’d all just pretend to themselves that he’d never thought that, and be a whole lot happier in their lives, wouldn’t they? But there were definitely a lot of experiments he was thinking about right now. That was still absolutely, definitively true. “But yeah, less destroying the bathroom would probably be good, too.” “Strictly destruction-free experimenting, then,” Simon suggested in a low voice next to her ear, before settling them both back down and stepping back slightly. Not really what he wanted to do, except that it did seem like exactly the right time to show off one of his favorite tricks. Because if you knew what you were doing (and had spent more time than he was ever going to admit to in front of a mirror, practicing, but never mind that), it was completely possible to shrug off a stealthsuit by nothing more than flexing your muscles. And the look on Ali’s face as he watched her watching him do it said he’d been right, and she was exactly the person to appreciate it like he’d been hoping. “You,” she told him, stepping in again while Simon dispatched the sleeves (still a work-in-progress, that part), and running gentle, but amazingly electric fingers down from his shoulders and over his chest, “are completely incredible.” Well, what could you do a comment like that but grin, and grin broadly? “No…” Simon replied, playing at doubtful, though as he continued, slipping his own hands back up around hers so he could return the favor, gently tracing the curves of her breasts, then dropping downward, the next part ended up coming out a little more sincere question than he’d been originally intending to go with, “…you think?” She had sounded like she really thought so though. Her hands felt like she really thought so. Giving up for a moment on the very enjoyable pleasure of watching the curves and planes of her body as traced by his hands, Simon looked back up to her meet her eyes for a moment, then leaned in again, lips to her ear, “Because I think you’re beyond incredible,” he murmured softly, and that was about one part teasing one-upmanship, and at least thirty parts the complete honest truth. Then he had to kiss her, or be kissed (whichever that was didn’t matter, compared to the fact of kissing, that was for sure), and get to working on getting that stealthsuit eased over her hips and out of the way. Taking his time though, letting his hands work slowly, now skimming his fingers around to the top of her ass, now moving back, thumbs driftly lightly in from the points of her hipbones, working downward as the rest of his fingers rolled the stealthsuit away behind htem. Her own hands found that zipper again, soft but sure, and god, so amazingly warm in a way Simon wasn’t sure had anything to do with physical temperature anymore. Finished opening it, then slipped beneath the layer of fabric and his skin. Down, and down, peeling it off with a series of touches that made it really a little hard to think. Of course, the way they were slipping around like that, cupping his ass, he didn’t really need to think, did he? He knew what to do, and so Simon did that, tightening one buttock then the other in turn, beneath her grip. Just to say hi, as it were. Unfortunately, stealthsuits being what they were, there wasn’t really any good or simple way to get the things off your legs without devoting some awkward topological maneuvering to the purpose. Since that was still better than standing around forever with your pants around your thighs though, Simon had to step back yet again (telling himself this was going to be close to the last time he’d have to do that), working one-handed and offering his other arm toward Ali in case she wanted an optional steadying post for doing the same. There. And now… …actually, Simon decided a moment later, running his eyes over the dazzling (no pun intended) sight that met him when the suit had finally been shucked off his ankles and flipped off one foot to somewhere it wasn’t about to trip them on, there might still have to be one last time for stepping backward. Which he did, picking up one slim hand in his own as he moved, and lifting it gently toward head level, as though to help her spin around, and smiling all over again. “Twirl for me, Gorgeous?” he requested. You couldn’t not smile. You really, really couldn’t. |
![]() |
|
| Dazzler | Jul 22 2014, 04:34 PM Post #29 |
|
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do is roller skate
![]()
|
Experimenting. That, she was a definite fan of. Destroying the bathroom, especially the bathroom with a perfectly good, if maybe a little close-to-overflowing-while-they-weren't-looking-because-they-were-kinda-distracted, hot tub for them to get in, not so much. “Strictly destruction-free experimenting, then,” Simon suggested in a low voice next to her ear and oh, that made her all hot and shivery at the same time when he did that. Which made it seem like a really, really good time to hold on just a little tighter and give some serious consideration to other spots she'd like to give some experimental - or not so experimental - attention to with her lips and her hands and... Yeah, okay they were back in the generally upright position again and he was moving away just a little, which had her putting those amazingly nice, tempting thoughts aside temporarily in favor of curiosity. Because he definitely looked like a guy who had something specific in mind. And, just like everything he'd done so far, it was something totally amazing. You didn't spend any time at all working in and LA health club without getting the kind of serious muscle control it took to do something like that. Wonder Man didn't even start to do him justice, did it? Even if Ali decided to pick another adjective as she moved back in closer, running her hands and fingertips over that broad chest of his while he was busy escaping the stealth suit sleeves. Incredible. He was totally and completely and utterly incredible. Just like that grin she was rewarded with was incredible. Also incredibly sexy. “No…” Simon replied, playing at doubtful, and the pink haired woman grinned right back at that - seriously, he was amazing, the both had to know that - while her heartrate took a definite upswing. He also had a very excellent use of hands going there. Excellent and distracting and doing all sorts of very nice thoughts and ideas right back into her head all over again, “…you think?” Not as much of a playful note happening there and Ali's grin softened again, right along with something in the middle of her chest. "I definitely think," the former singer replied. "Not even a question at all." Like she'd said, Lucky Ali. Very, very lucky Ali. Who apparently just kept getting luckier as Simon looked up to meet her eyes again, then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Because I think you’re beyond incredible,” he murmured softly, warm breath on her skin and making the whole world - or maybe it was just her brain - feel like it'd gone a little fuzzy around the edges. In a really, really good way. A little teasing in there, but it felt like more than that, too, and she really, really liked that feeling. Past time for another kiss, really. It seemed a whole lot like there couldn't be enough kisses, or touches, and it was definitely time for getting rid of the stealth suits. Awesome as they were in general, they were giving her that 'in the way' feeling right now and, god, the way he was getting hers off didn't do anything but make that more true. Gentle, confident touches all over - her ass, hips, stomach - that left paths of spreading heat behind them. He was really, really, marvelously good at that. Even if she'd wanted to resist returning the favor - which was like the absolute and complete opposite of what every thought in her head and ever impulse she had everywhere else wanted to do - Ali couldn't have. Her fingers and hands had their own agenda and it was one she very much approved of. She wasn't the only one that needed rid of the stealth suit and touching him? That was just a complete no brainer. Her hands were doing that before she even had to think about it, tugging that zipper down a little more, sliding under the edge of that suit and working it down and taking absolute and complete advantage of all the touching she could manage. Stomach, hips, that utterly amazing ass. Palms sliding back and palm cupping to follow the curve there, she felt those muscles tighten under her hands. Totally deliberately and that made it even better. With a grin, she gave him a little squeeze, just to kinda return that greeting. Mmmm...tight and firm and she could probably spend a while, just paying proper appreciation there. Except, you know, the suits really did need to go and they were pretty clingy. Not going to just fall off on their own and leaving them where they were right now would just get awkward and inconvenient. So pause for a little reluctant time out and stepping back, the better to peel it off their legs. Ali did just that, one hand going to the arm he offered, the better not to tip over on her face. Which wouldn't improve the suit removal experience in any way and bruises were kinda overrated, even if sprawled out on the floor might have some potential. Good thing her brain still remembered how all this worked, even after five years outta anything much resembling unstable molecules, so it didn't take long to finish getting it peeled off and kicked outta the way. And then, well, she just needed a little bit to appreciate the results when she raised her head and her eyes went right back to Simon like iron to a magnet. Because that? Was a sight that more than deserved more pausing for admiration. Completely outstanding. That was the best way she could come up with to describe Simon without a stitch on. Well, okay, there were probably a few dozen more she could throw in, just off the top of her head. Including irresistible, which was another favorite and, as far as she was concerned, absolute truth. And where was the fun in resisting, anyway? He took another step back, though, as she was still taking in the sights, taking her hand and lifting it up and smiling again. And somehow, that made that view almost impossibly better. “Twirl for me, Gorgeous?” he requested and oh, that she could so do. Such a guy after her own heart. "Anytime, Handsome," Ali answered with a bright return smile, then went right ahead and did just that, doing a couple of slow spins, free arm moving out loosely a little from her side. Then, because she could, still holding onto his hand, rose up on her toes, curved her free arm in at her waist, bent one leg and did a couple of quick pirouettes to go with them. "How's that?" she asked, still smiling as she came to a stop facing him again, then made a little circular motion with the index finger of her free hand, blue eyes moving to his again. Totally the universal symbol for spin around and give me the whole, amazingly awesome view. "Your turn. I absolutely want equal privileges here." Gorgeous, fun, the absolutely sexiest guy she'd ever laid eyes on and definitely one've the sweetest, most thoughtful ones. Absolutely way in over her head here and she was loving every second of it. |
![]() |
|
| Wonder Man | Jul 24 2014, 11:05 PM Post #30 |
|
Red Shades, Original Recipe. No really.
![]()
|
Not even a question at all. Oh he liked that. He liked that a lot. Liked everything about this entirely amazing woman that he’d seen this far. Was looking forward to seeing (and liking) a whole lot more. Anything she had, he’d like it, Simon was getting to be fairly sure that was nothing but the truth. Like the way her hands had slipped under his stealthsuit, moving from his abs back to his ass and man. Good touch. Best of good touches. And if she was going to do that, a little sequential clenching to say hi wasn’t out of the question, was it? Simon didn’t think so, and by the feel of that little squeeze he got back in answer (mmm, good squeeze. He liked that too.), neither did Ali. He knew she’d been the right person to do that for! Man…. Alright though, because although he could pretty happily have spent a good long time just following on in that vein, and letting his hands keep up their own explorations of the glowing curves and warm skin and absolute gorgeousness (it was almost like a separate, physical thing, there was just that much of it). But on the other hand… …well, that one was also at her hip, but what he’d meant was that the alternative here, the one that might involve a few seconds of less fun, but a whole lot more fun after that. Namely, getting the last (most awkward) parts of the stealthsuits off, instead of hanging somewhere around thigh-level. Pants-removal had never really been the most intrinsically sexy thing in the world, but - stealing glances as she leaned lightly on the arm he’d offered - Ali definitely succeeded in raising it up to the category of ‘kinda mind-blowingly sexy’ as she peeled off hers, in Simon’s opinion. His own, too - he got rid of that, rolling it down and kicking it away, then going right back to looking at Ali. Appreciating the view - no, there had to be a better word than that. Approving the view - well yes, that too, there was a huge, huge amount of approval happening now, but that wasn’t it either. Oh there. Savoring the view, of one gorgeous, perfectly formed body (seriously, how was that even possible, after the years she’d said she’d spent in the Maryville Camp?), that glowed softly, shining with the kind of all-over light that made all sorts of metaphors give up and slink away as inadequate. Gorgeous. Utterly, completely, absolutely gorgeous. He’d been overusing that word, maybe, but it still was the very best one that fitted, Simon thought. And it definitely had earned another time for use, as he lifted her hand up with his, soliciting the favor of a twirl. Or maybe two. Or more. You know, just if she wanted. “Anytime, Handsome,” she replied, smiling in that way she had that made his stomach, or his heart, or whatever other organs might have been in there feel like they’d dropped right through and hit the floor, leaving a light-hearted, bubbling feeling behind in their place. Yes. Yes he really, definitely, completely liked that smile too. And she spun then, twirling under his arm, the other floating out gracefully, leaving him with an absolutely to-die-for (well, he could, if he had to. Though ideally not to die for, because… well… yes) view of her curves and her glow as she went round once, then again. “Mhmmmm….” Simon murmured, with all the approval he had (it was a lot. A lot.), resisting an urge to put his own free hand out to her waist to pull her in again for a kiss, because he didn’t think she’d quite done yet. No… oh man! Pirouettes? Now that was excellent. More than. Wow. Definitely more lots of wow there. “How’s that?" she asked, still smiling as she came to a stop facing him again, and making it very, very hard to keep from giving into the last vestiges of self control and just pulling her in to kiss another time. But some questions did deserve to be answered with words as well as actions, so Simon held off on that for just a moment, smiling with all possible dimples instead, as he met her eyes. “Perfect,” he judged it, and even that might have been being a little overly critical. “Utterly perfect.” And now he could… oh, but she had her other hand up, one finger working around, in a gesture that Simon could admit, he wasn’t entirely disappointed to see. “Your turn. I absolutely want equal privileges here.” Awww. Well, equal, he wasn’t sure was actually going to be something (even) he could deliver here, but Simon was definitely up for giving it a shot. Since she’d asked, and all. Could there be a better reason? Lifting the hand he’d kept hold of up till now to his lips briefly, then letting it go, since what he was planning wasn’t quite compatible with that, Simon paused for just a brief moment for the purposes of dramatic timing. Then, without further ado, he neatly crossed one ankle over the other, and whipped around, cheating just a tiny bit with floating to make sure he got both revolutions of a proper Michael Jackson-style spin in on this pragmatically unslidey Helicarrier bathroom flooring. Mmm, yeah. It had been a while, but he still had that one pretty well down, at least. Not as smooth as the real thing of course, but he liked to think it worked pretty well, still. Though even that didn’t matter all that much to Simon Williams as he came out of the spin, grinning widely, and slipping his arms back up to rest just below Ali’s shoulders, drawing in closer again. Still better than just about anything he could remember seeing. Still fantastic. Still… …well, still waiting for her (or rather, their) hot tub. “Shall we?” Simon asked, leaning in to just that point where he could still keep looking in the pair gorgeous blue eyes that he was pretty sure he liked as much as he’d ever liked… well, anything, then glancing with a significant flick toward the tub. |
![]() |
|
|
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Private Quarters · Next Topic » |









3:32 AM Jul 11