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Lodged Away	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“... and that’s what’s happens ... when you marry Simon Cowell!”

Paula let out a mock scream before she, Ryan and Randy collapsed into a fit of giggles.

“Charming, Seacrest.”Simon retorted blandly, watching the three chuckle at his expense. He was lying on his side, encased in his sleeping bag, waiting for the other three to tire out before he would be granted some moments of peace. “You should consider going on Last Comic Standing - you’d be sure to win.” He said, sincerity creeping in.

Ryan finished laughing, composed himself and eyed the Brit. “Really?”

Simon nodded. “Yeah ... granted no one would want to go up against you, because how can you compete with a joke himself?”

Paula gave him a slap on the shoulder, though the whole team shared a laugh.

“Okay, I got one ...” He snatched the flashlight from Ryan’s grasp. They were all sitting and lying in a make-shift circle, allowing everyone to see the other. Simon and Paula’s heads were adjacent to each other, while Randy and Ryan mimicked the pose, on the other side. “The monster creeps stealthily, almost unseen by the public.”

Paula cocked her head to the side, listening to his rich tenor voice float towards her senses. Her eyes took in his handsome features, watching them illuminated by the flashlight.

“No one knows this monster’s actual purpose and no one dares ask, out of blatant fear of their souls being devoured. His skin is of a pasty green, bumps and cracks plastered on. Eyes small, bagged and sagged underneath. Hair girlishly long, matted and greasy ... and that’s what Ryan looks like before make-up call.” Simon tossed the flashlight in the middle, and lay on his back, arms crossed behind his head, with his trademark smirk smiling back at them.

All three groaned, shaking their heads.

Paula suddenly shivered, and curled up into a little ball, pulling the sleeping bag up to her neck. “The faster we get to sleep, the warmer it’ll get and we can start moving again.” She offered, watching the other three men nod their heads in agreement.

Several moments passed and Simon lay still listening to the others breathe, but more so to Paula’s teeth chattering. If it would have been anyone else, he would have told them to bugger off outside, but he felt slightly bad for Paula - she was so small and mere skin and bones, she had no way of staying warm.

Paula shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. She heard some shuffling about beside her, but before she could inquire, she felt a body slip in to her sleeping bag, settling down behind her. Another few seconds allowed time to register the added weight on top of her, and she finally noticed that a sleeping bag was now draped over them, adding extra warmth. A small smile danced on her lips, sensing who it was without even thinking. “Simon ...” She whispered, hearing the even breathing of Ryan, and the distinct snores coming from Randy’s direction.

“It’s okay luv - they say the best heat is body heat.” He pressed his body closer, wanting to generously offer his body warmth, and selfishly remain as close as possible.

“Thanks.” She whispered, feeling her body begin to warm. They lay in a suspended silence for a bit, each feeling the other breathe, each taking in the other’s distinct smell, the feel of their bodies against the other. Such small trivial matters were conjuring up fantasies in their minds, and the pair smiled softly - darkness hiding such vulnerability’s moment.

Simon placed a hand on her thigh, gently massaging her hard muscle, arousingly aware that her dancer-days had given her a body that most women dream of owning and most men dream of waking up to. Add her strong character, delightful squeaky-laugh and the heart of a star - it perfectly summed up his Paula. «My Paula ... » He mused quietly to himself.

She felt her muscle jerk, trying desperately to control her discomfort. Finally a squeak erupted and she began to shake, thrash around to distance herself from his tickle-frenzied hand. “Simon - quit it!” She giggled, batting his hand away.

He chuckled, reaching to squeeze her thigh again, enjoying hearing her squeal with delight. “What luv, I’m just trying to warm you up ...” Another tickle followed his almost ‘too innocent’ statement.

“Quit it! You’ll wake Randy and Ryan!” She guffawed, tears of mirth flowing down her cheeks as she squirmed against his body. She grabbed hold of his hand, giving it amicable slaps.

“What, those two Sleeping Beauties?” He scoffed, dismissing their presence. “Besides, I’m not the one squeaking ...” He offered, a Cheshire grin slowly appearing.

She laughed, and grabbed blindly behind her, trying to grasp hold of his arm just as he was withdrawing it. Her hand fell down below, and both Simon and Paula held their breaths. She felt him jerk his hips slightly and she quickly removed her hand. “Simon ... God, I’m so sorry - ”

“Again.” He whispered in her ear, his breathing ragged. His lips grazed her ear lobe, travelling down to her goosebumped neck. “Touch me again ...” It was a plea nor a beg - it was almost a dare. A test to see how far she was willing to go.

Her core began to heat, and she could feel a blush grace her cheeks. She let out a shaky breath as she felt his hand grab hold of hers, and guide it to his arousal, now hard with desire. “What are we doing, Si ...” She breathed out, desire pooling between her legs.

His head lolled back upon feeling her hand glide up and down his shaft, his hips finding a gentle rocking motion. He brought his arm across her waist, holding her close to his body. His tasting of her skin became more insistent and his hand slowly crept to rest on the top of her pelvis.

She squirmed heatedly against the comforting pressure he applied there, and she knew that if he spread his fingers, she wouldn’t be able to contain her carnal feelings for any longer. She gasped as his fingers acquiesced with her fear and hunger, and her eyes closed as she let out a desperate moan. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. “Simon - Simon, no!” She removed her hand, and pushed his hand away. “I think you should go back to your own sleeping bag.”

“What?” He leaned back, slightly surprised - aroused and confused. “I was just helping you warm up ...”

“You were helping yourself, too!” She bit back, not wanting to sound so cold, but not wanting to continue the conversation further. She was afraid that he’d learn of her strong feelings towards him, afraid that he would laugh or ridicule her. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of becoming one of his ‘one-time’ flings. Just afraid.

“I was helping you heat up ...” He repeated himself, “or maybe you didn’t want to get wet too, huh?” He slipped out of the sleeping bag and moved to the far corner of the tent. “I know what I felt Paula, and I know you felt it too. Deny it all you want - you’ll realize it sometime.” He turned on his side, facing away from her, pulling the sleeping bag over his head.

She listened to his rapid breathing, knowing that he was trying to calm his nerves. Once again curling in a ball to retain heat, she noticed how cold she felt. Not her body, but her being and that was a big difference. Twisting over to her side, she cast a glance at the immobile Brit and sighed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Until now, she had no idea how much it hurt to love someone who could never love you back.

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