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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I walked in my front door and tossed my keys on the counter, giggling as my puppies came bounding towards me, ecstatic I was finally home.

“Hey guys!” I said, kneeling down to scratch their bellies.

I was still relishing in the night’s events.

“The hair looks better Latoya,"Simon had said. I thought it was a good performance, I wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as Paula and Randy, if I’m being honest with you, the first two thirds, up until the end, were a little bit what you’d hear at any wedding across America. I’m being serious.”

I shook my head, giving him a grunt of disagreement.

“If you and I ever get married, we'll book up,” he said to me, not missing a beat.

That still baffled me.

Since when did he ever think about marriage?

Even when he was kidding?

Shaking my head, I returned to the present.

“C’mon!” I said, standing up and making my way upstairs. “Mommy wants to change clothes!”

Together the four of us walked to my room, and I opened my closet, hanging my clothes inside, where Thumbelina ran to the back, curling herself on top of a mass of clothes.

“You silly girl,” I said, walking back to get her, “You come out of there.”

When I picked her up, I noticed a baby blue men’s shirt I instantly recognized.

It was Colt’s.

I picked it up, breathing in the smell and fighting the tears that welled to my eyes.

It was the first time I’d really realized how alone I was since the breakup.

I needed to talk to Simon.

I walked out of the closet and grabbed my phone, dialing the number I knew by heart.

“Cowell,” he answered gruffly on the first ring.

“Hey Simon,” I said meekly.

His tone softened almost immediately.

“Paula, darling.”

“I didn’t get to see you before you left,” I began.

“I know. Seacrest was pestering me to have a drink, and I still have to pack for New York City.”

“It’s okay,” I said with a smile. “You don’t have to make excuses; I just wanted to wish you good luck on Saturday.”

“Oh God. It’s going to be an absolute disaster,” he said laughing.

“Aw, come on now Simon, it can’t be that bad. Just do what you do best, be your rude self,” I giggled.

“That’s the thing though, I can’t be. I can’t say what comes to mind, I have to say what’s written on those bloody cue cards…and the lines are really ridiculous Paula, they really are, there’s something about a therapist…I mean, I would never have a therapist, but if I did…”

I began to giggle.

I’d never heard him so loquacious in my life.

“What?” he snapped.

“Simon, you’ll be fine.”

He sighed.

I continued.

“Honestly, by putting yourself out there Simon, you’re going to finally understand some of the stress some of the contestants are under-”

“Yes, but I’m not in this to learn a life lesson, Paula,” he interrupted, his tone light.

He paused.

“I don’t even know why I agreed to this…”

“Because you know how to laugh at yourself,” I finished for him. “And people will respect you for that.”

I could hear him take a deep breath.

“Thanks darling, I needed that.”

We paused in comfortable silence.

“So what’s on your mind love? I can tell there’s more than my misfortune of being cast for Saturday Night Live.”

I smiled.

I swore sometimes he could read my mind.

“Well, you’re probably the last guy I should be talking to about this, but you got me through so much with Colt and the breakup…” I began.

“What is it? Paula, did he hurt you again?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No!” I answered quickly.

I smiled inwardly.

He was always so protective of me when it came to Colt.

“No,” I said again, a bit softer and more resigned. “I just…I found one of his old shirts in my closet and it…I just remembered how alone I am. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am never going to have a family of my own, or a husband--.”

“Paula you mustn’t put this pressure on your life and your relationships,” Simon said, cutting me off. “Honestly, you’ll drive yourself crazy. Besides, you’ve got me, Jackson, and Seacrest, what more could you want?”

I snorted at his attempts to lighten the mood.

“So what am I supposed to do Simon? Live a life like yours, in a relationship that’s based on sex?”

I paused, unsure if I had taken it too far with that last statement.

The last thing I wanted to do was start an argument.

To my relief, he chuckled.

“You don’t see me clutching my ex’s left behind particles of clothing do you?”

I glanced down at the t-shirt I was still holding in my hand.

He was right.

“I thought you’d given up on this whole settling down thing? What happened to living life moment-to-moment?”

“Well sometimes in between those moments, I still get a little lonely,” I answered, my voice soft.

“You know Paula, if I was there, I could help you get Colt off your mind. In fact, when I was done with you, you wouldn’t even remember his name.”

I pursed my lips, smirking.

“You really think you could make me forget Colt?” I asked incredulously as I plugged in the phone headset, plopping down on the nearest couch.

"Paula, after you’ve been with me, I’d be the name you’d spend the rest of your life trying to forget.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, feigning doubt.

“What’s that? You don’t believe me?”

“Interpret it any way you like,” I bantered.

He paused.

“Well are you going to tell me or am I going to have to figure it out myself?” I asked, egging him on.

“I’m tempted not to tell you now...”

God.

I could practically see him pouting through the phone.

“Oookay,” I surrendered, giggling. “No more teasing. Tell me, really, you’ve definitely got my curiosity.”

“Well, if I were there,” he said slowly, “We’d have a few drinks; perhaps Baileys on the rocks. And maybe a little massage. You’d have to be naked, of course, because no good massages are given with clothes on.”

I grinned.

He would know.

“You have to know though, that you’re a special circumstance. I don’t give massages to just anyone.”

I giggled.

“You’re so generous, Simon,” I responded dryly.

“I know.”

“However,” he continued, clearing his throat, “I’m afraid that massage wouldn’t last very long, because I’d take one look at your bare skin, and I’d want a little taste. So I’d lean down, and kiss the back of your neck ever so lightly, my hands still rubbing your shoulders...”

I swallowed.

I was suddenly very interested in what he had to say.

“And then I’d capture your earlobe between my teeth, lightly sucking on it, and outline your earlobe with my tongue, because I know that’s one of the things that turn you on.”

My eyes widened.

How did he know that?

“So I’d roll you over softly, and I would lay on top of you, kissing you full on your mouth. I would take your tongue into mine, and I would taste you, Paula. I’d ravish your mouth. Then I’d kiss my way down your jaw to your neck, another favorite place of yours. And I’d taste that delicate skin of yours. I’d suck on it. I’d suck hard.”

Oh God.

“After I was sure I’d made my mark on your neck, I’d move down to your breasts. I’d pinch them between my fingers and then I’d take them between my teeth. Are you doing that now Paula? Are you pretending I’m there, that those are my hands on your bosom?”

Actually, I was.

My nipples were becoming all the more hardened as I rolled them between the pads of my fingers, my eyes closing as I imagined Simon’s hands performing those ministrations.

It was then that I noticed silence on the other end of the line.

“Paula?”

“Ye- yes,” I stuttered.

“Are you doing that?”

“Yeah,” I answered breathlessly. “Yes I am.”

“Good.”

“Now Paula, take one of those hands, and slide a finger between your pussy.”

I followed his instructions and slipped my index finger between my swollen lips, surprised at how wet I had already become.

“Are you wet Paula? Are you wet for me?”

“Mmhmm.” I answered, my eyes falling shut as my fingers made their way to my clit.

“Slip a finger into your core Paula,”

I thrust a finger deep inside of me, moaning at the pleasure it sent coursing through my body.

“Add another finger,” he continued. “Add two or three, as many as it takes to fill you up.”

With that I pressed two more fingers inside of me, yelping as I bumped that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Now pretend that’s my cock, buried deep inside of you,” he said.

I groaned, picturing his face as I continued to plunge my fingers inside of myself, faster and faster as I felt my release nearing.

“You’re so tight, Paula," he continued between short breaths. “So wet and so hot.”

Using my thumb, I continued to massage my clit, harder and faster, imagining his body on mine.

“Mmm, you feel good Simon. You feel so good inside of me,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

His only response was a deep throated groan.

A few minutes of silence and then he spoke again.

“I’m pounding into you now, do you feel that Paula? Do you feel my hard cock, slamming into your dripping core?” he asked breathlessly.

Faster and faster I pressed my fingers into my vagina, my motions becoming frenzied.

“Oh God Simon, oh God” I screamed, my voice getting louder as I neared a my climax

I could hear a few of Simon’s groans and moans, and I knew he was bringing himself to a release of his own.

“Fuck!!” he screamed and with the intense sound of his voice my orgasm came, pleasure overtaking my now convulsing body.

I laid there for a moment as I rode out the lasting waves of climax, my eyes hazily staring at the ceiling, our loud breathing serving as our only conversation.

I blinked, realization hitting me of what we had just done.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke.

“Simon?”

“Yeah?”

“How soon can you get to my house?”
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