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Crossing the Line	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 4398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Crossing the Line
- 2-Crossed
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Shelly had just finished her song and awaited patiently for the judge’s decision.

Randy leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I don’t know man...it was good, but it wasn’t great.” He observed the slightly stout girl, almost worthy of being scrutiny. “If I had to say yes or no...I would say ‘yo’...” He shrugged, slightly chuckling at his own joke.

“So...” Shelly took a tentative step forward, not fully comprehending Randy’s answer.

“I’m on the fence...” He offered her a sheepish smile, glancing at Paula and Simon. “Dawg?”

Paula was still staring straight ahead, having watched the girl perform but not having heard a thing. Shivers goosebumped their way along her skin and she whipped her head to the side, staring at the man beside her, in awe. Had he just blown in her ear?

“Paula? We need a decision...” Randy looked around, confused at what could be holding up the decision, save for his personal indecisiveness.

“Uh...I- I’m not sure.” She stuttered, not willing to reveal her inattentiveness.

“Simon?” Randy leaned on the table, glancing at his British counterpart.

“I wasn’t listening.”

***
Silence lay heavily in the room, save for the distinct slapping noise that came from the booth, where Nigel slapped a hand on his forehead. “What’s the public going to think?” He grumbled, stress taking its toll as usual. “When you go in for an audition and the bloody judges can’t even devote time to listen...” He trailed off, cigarette already in hand.

“Sir...you’re on the patch.” Nigel’s assistant ran after him.

***
Back in the studio, Shelly stood nervously in front of the judges.

“How could you not be listening?” Paula slapped his shoulder, though her flirty intent was not backing her action. “They come in here and expect to auditioned -”

“Oh, and you seemed to be doing a fine job at offering your undivided attention to her.” His dry wit cut through the air, causing her to stare at him aghast, though some melodrama did seep in.

“Can I sing another song?” Shelly asked, courage slowly building up.

Simon granted her permission with a rather dismissive wave of his hand. He swivelled in his chair, facing away from the contestant, and especially away from Paula. He ground his teeth, contemplating on how one woman could, one hand infuriate him so...but on the other, have won out his trust, respect and heart. His ears finally tuned in, catching the few last melodies of her song.

She watched him swivel back, half facing Shelly, half facing herself. She more than likely expected him to be stroking a large fluffy cat, reminiscent of the infamous Bond villain.

Randy took center stage once again, not surprisingly coming out teetering on the fence. He glanced at his two partners, hoping for them to solve the problem. “Paula...Simon - what do you guys think?”

“Yes.” Their voices complimented each other as they both uttered the same word, synchronized, complete with a shocked glance at each other.

“What?! Really?” Shelly jumped up and down with glee.

“You do realize that we just said yes because we feel we’ve wasted your time and we just want to move on, wasting our own. You made it to Hollywood - but you probably won’t make it farther than that.”

She stopped jumping and stared at Simon, worry creeping in her visage. Turning on her heel, she walked towards the door after being handed her yellow ticket.

Nigel stepped into the room, glancing at the three judges; Randy seemed to be shaking his head, staring at the fighting duo. “I’ve advised the contestants that we’re taking a half-hour break so they can have more time to practice and you two can have more time to sort out whatever the bloody hell is plaguing you, and we can get on with the show.” He stomped off after his little outburst, quickly followed by his assistant.

The three sat in silence before Simon pushed his chair back and headed towards the door. He needed to get out of there - needed to be in the safe confines of his dressing room, needing to get his mind off Paula. Walking towards his dressing room, he adjusted himself in the ever-tightening confines of his pants. He thought back to all the flirting they had done over the course of the show, knowing that everyone saw the tension between the two. He just wondered how many observed the ‘sexual’ aspect that seemed to overwhelm the strain between the two.

He had admitted it publicly, though knowing deep down that the press assumed it to be his charismatic wit speaking. But it was true...every word uttered to the public concerning Paula Abdul was true: he fancied her; he fancied her body, mind and more importantly, her generous heart. His body ached for her, thirsted for the smallest of contact which he often indulged, be it an arm draped around her shoulders or even his fingers lightly teasing her hair...his desire lay in contact.

His hand had unconsciously drifted southward, and he began rubbing himself through his jeans. Letting out a sigh, he knew that he needed release soon, else he would literally and figuratively explode the next time he sat next his deity.

He slowly made his way to his chair, unzipping his pants thus allowing his arousal some breathing space. Slipping his member from his boxer-briefs, he began to stroke it; images of Paula filling his mind as his climax began to ascend.

A fierce rapping on his door jarred him out of his thoughts, and ire presented itself in his voice at the disturbance. “Go away.” He yelled out, swivelling in his chair, not bothering to decipher who was on the other side of the door.

***
Paula turned the handle, finding the door unlocked. She was seething at his behaviour, but secretly aroused - as she often found herself with him. She had decided to cut to the chase - straightening out this mess before their break was over. She flung the door open in response to his rather curt acknowledgement, and stood there, mouth ajar. She observed him, feeling her core heat at the mere sight of him unabashedly stroking his erection. “Simon...” She whispered, her eyes trailing down his form to take view of such a splendour.

He didn’t stop, and her presence only heightened the effect, pushing him even closer to his sought release. “Paula...” He watched her through lust-lidded eyes, taking in her gaze of interest, which only excited him further. “Paula...if you want to enjoy the show, I suggest you close the door.” His voice was smooth and controlled, as he continued to watch her watching him.

A kick of her heel shut the door with an unnoticed slam. She walked slowly towards him, her eyes having trailed up his body to meet his gaze. Ragged breathing adorned the air as they stared at each other, unable to break focus.

His eyes began to close as he felt himself near his climax, and despite feeling her body hover even closer to his, he let his head loll back, enjoying the sensation and image-induced lust. He exhaled a silent gasp as he felt her lower herself on him, sliding easily into her warm depths. He jerked his head back up, staring at her own aroused expression, as his hands automatically grasped her hips, creating a comfortable and pleasurable rhythm that they both followed. “God Paula...” He boldly attacked her neck, biting her flesh and then sucking the wound, grinning cheekily upon hearing her moan. “It’s a thin line...that we’re crossing.” He breathed out.

“It’s a little too late for that...” She couldn’t describe the bliss she felt when he entered her, and she began to rock her hips, demanding even more contact. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head back and allowing him access to the skin of her neck. She let her eyes slip shut, feeling his tongue caress her heated skin, travelling upwards to her jaw while her own climax climbed, building quickly deep inside her. “I’m close...” She whispered to him, one hand brushing through the thickness of his hair.

“Me too, luv...” He panted, his mouth caressing right under her lower lip. He journeyed the distance, capturing her lips with his just as they reached a shared climax, both of them moaning against the other.

They sat together, both unwilling to move from a most intimate connection. Paula lay her head against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. She shivered slightly, feeling his hand gently caress the nape of her neck, his fingers losing themselves in the wild tangles of her hair.

“Beautiful...” He murmured, kissing her temple gently.

She pulled back slightly, arms resting on his broad shoulders. They regarded each other for a few moments, both unable to fight the strong magnetic pull that radiated between the two.

“Sorry if I’ve been a cad lately...” He whispered, his lips teasing hers with a gentle slide.

She smiled slightly, catching view of his famed pout. Her mouth suddenly ached for his, and she grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently.

He groaned, allowing her tongue access into his mouth, savouring her unique taste. “Luv, I think we have to get back.” He dusted her face with soft kisses, smiling lovingly at her “Paula...I - ” He took a deep breath, unable to hide the adoration in his eyes.

She got off him, rearranging her panties that she had roughly shoved to the side in the heat of the moment. She had never felt so complete, and her body ached to feel him again, and judging from the look in his eyes, she had a strong suspicion that such bliss would soon be achieved once again. She watched him zip up his jeans, and button them, then pat his lap, offering her space to sit. She straddled his waist again, feeling him already stir against her body. “I know.” She whispered, in retort to his previous attempt at declaring his feelings. She placed a gentle kiss against his lips, conveying the same words of love that silently passed through them. She watched him pensively, almost afraid to ask, contemplating whether her question would drive him away or not.

He read her mind, and it didn’t surprise him. She was the first person to which he felt a strong bond, a connection that he was sure no relationship could match. They knew how to press each other’s buttons, they always knew what the other was thinking, but more importantly, they knew what the other felt. “Terri...” He muttered, his lips once again seeking out the soft skin of her neck.

She pushed him back slightly, at the mention of her name. “Terri.” She repeated, though her intent was searching for answers. Her hands slipped from his shoulders down to his biceps, tingling at the immense sense of comfort she felt when they were wrapped around her.

“Sweetheart, it’s been over between Terri and I for awhile now.” He confessed to her, sincerity reflected in his eyes. “We just kept it to ourselves...couldn’t be bothered by the Paparazzi.”

She raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming. “So that’s why you were grumpier than usual, a few weeks ago.” Her hand ruffled his hair before sliding down to cup his face. “Did she break up with you?”

He shrugged, a curious pain hiding behind his dark eyes. “It was pretty mutual.”

She glanced down, a saddened tone. “Oh.”

“What’s wrong?” Two fingers found her chin, tilting her head up, inciting her eyes to meet his.

“Nothing.”

His lips found her collarbone, and he devoured her skin, chuckling at the carnal moan that erupted. “Tell me.”

“It’s just...” She sighed, trying to find the words, “are you upset? Sad? Do you want to get back together with her?”

His eyebrows shot up, surprised at her line of questioning. “It may sound harsh, but it was liberating...” He smiled sheepishly, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“Oh...you just looked sad, that’s all.”

He sighed, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. “You think I regret that I ended things with Terri?” He let out a little chuckle, his eyes conveying comfort. “Sweetheart, it’s not -who- I ended things with...it’s that it didn’t work out. It’s no secret - I’ve been with my share of women, and relationship after relationship, they’ve turned out to be horrible experiences.”

“Are you afraid of that, Simon? Of this?” She motioned back and forth, between them.

“I’m terrified.”

She swallowed hard, touched at his vulnerability that he entrusted her with. “Take a chance.” She pressed on, not willing to let something special fall through the cracks. “You took a chance with them, with those other women...what makes me different?”

“Because love - real love never entered into question with them.” He replied truthfully, not able to meet her eye.

“...and me?” Her voice was small, she revealing her own insecurities.

“Why do you think I’m so scared?”

She bent down and kissed him, feeding her hungry desire as well as his. “Don’t be...”

He grinned reaching up to kiss her. His hands began to roam her body; one reaching around to cup her right buttock while the other gently massaged her chest, his thumb teasing her hardening nipple.

“Simon!”

They both groaned, hearing Nigel’s irritated voice as he pounded the door.

***
Nigel stood back, eyeing the two judges emerge from Simon’s room. “So...everything sorted out then? You two kiss and make-up?” He jested, letting them now they were about to start filming very soon.

Two Cheshire smiles flashed behind his back as Simon and Paula walked hand in hand behind him. “Yeah...” Simon glanced at Paula. “Something like that...”

–Finis–
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