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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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It’s not always about sex to him.

It’s not always about sex to him.

A week later I was still pondering that statement and wondering all the while if I was misconstruing it.

Maybe he was just annoyed with me, I thought to myself, and was just saying that to piss me off.

Or confuse me.

Or maybe he meant that I really am more than just sex to him, my other side argued, causing a smile to involuntarily curve the corners of my lips upwards.

Or maybe I’m obsessing over this and I need to quit, I concluded, shaking my head in an attempt to clear the thoughts from my mind.

It had been a week.

A full week since I’d seen him.

Hadn’t heard a word from him, which was unusual, even for Simon.

Despite what people think, he can be awfully considerate when his friends aren’t feeling well.

Still, nothing from him.

Not a word.

Which is okay, I reminded myself. I’m strong, I’m independent, I don’t need a handsome British guy doting on me all the time…mmm handsome British guy, I thought with a sigh, my mind trailing off to the last time we’d had sex.

It’d been almost two weeks.

We were WAY overdue.

Stop it Paula! I mentally reprimanded myself.

What happened to this being a casual sexual relationship?

Being worked up when we’d gone two weeks without sex was anything BUT casual.

This is actually why I should have never gotten involved with him sexually in the first place.

Then again, who the hell cared? Casual or not he was by far the BEST fuck I had ever had.

And it wasn’t going to end on my account.

I giggled.

I was feeling much better.

Although my thumb was still wrapped up in a large white gauze, which was a huge eyesore, I was finally off the medication, which was good.

Almost pain free, too, except when I had to remove the gauze and put a clean wrapping on it.

Other than that I was feeling pretty much back to normal.

Almost…jovial.

Before I knew it show time was upon us and I followed Randy to the judges table, panic consuming me as I realized I hadn’t seen Simon once since I had arrived.

Immediately I jumped to the worst conclusion.

What if he was in a wreck on the way over? I worried. What if he’s in this terrible accident and the paramedics have just arrived at the scene, and they haven’t had time to notify anyone yet?

A wave of relief surged through me as I saw him come barreling through the doors, eyes set narrowly on the path in front of him, acknowledging no one.

Of course, classic Simon. Why was I worried? He was just running late.

As usual.

No reason to get all worked up.

"Hey you," I said as I stood up and kneeled in my chair, preparing to receive my ritual peck from Simon when he reached table.

However, he wasn’t paying attention to me.

Someone had caught his attention in the audience.

I followed his gaze to that "someone" who, not surprisingly, was a girl, and a cute one at that.

She was holding a sign that said, "Simon, do you know how gorgeous you are?"

I scrunched my face, feigning horror and disgust.

"Ewww!" I screamed.

Simon, however, grinned at her, mouthing "Yes I do," in response.

I let out an audible sigh, annoyed.

"Simon?" I said again impatiently.

I wasn’t in the mood to share him today.

I wanted all of his attention on me.

Sure, I was being a diva.

But damnit, I hadn’t seen him in a week.

I deserved to be a diva.

Besides, I was looking hot.

He shouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off me, instead of ignoring me.

Instead, that’s exactly what he was doing, bright smile still lighting up his face like a Christmas tree.

Completely oblivious to my presence.

"Simon??" I pressed.

"Oh, hello darling," he said coolly, defiantly sitting down in his chair without giving me the aforementioned ritual kiss.

With a huff I turned back around and plopped in my chair, defeated and humiliated.

He wanted to play games, did he?

Fine, I could play games.

I was actually quite amused.

He was probably trying to prove a point of some sort.

Or annoy me.

Yeah, probably the latter.

How….cute, I thought sarcastically.

"We’re live in three…two…one," a stage hand yelled.

The crowd immediately began screaming and applauding as Ryan took his usual place on stage, introducing the show.

As Gloria Estefan came down to take her place between me and Randy as the guest judge for the week, the introduction clip began to roll.

"So do you want to tell me what all that was about?" I whispered, deliberately grazing my lips across his earlobe as I spoke.

"All what was about?"

"Why you didn’t kiss me like you normally do."

"Oh, I don’t know Paula…maybe I was afraid you’d think ‘everything is all about sex to me’," he said, his voice changing pitches to imitate me.

I jerked my head back involuntarily, stunned.

"Wow, you really aren’t going to let that go, are you?" I teased.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won’t," he responded, his face expressionless.

I laughed with uncertainty.

It was hard to tell if he was truly serious or not.

With a forced giggle I gave him a playful slap and turned to Gloria to welcome her to the judges’ panel.

As Fantasia came out on stage, delivering a powerful "Get On Your Feet" I did just that, dancing enthusiastically to the beat, "accidentally" bumping into Simon as often as I could.

I could feel his eyes on me and the feeling was exhilarating.

Who had the upper hand now?

When it was my turn to review her performance I gave her an outstanding critique, repeating over and over how fantastic I thought she was.

Simon then comes back with a very profound –and oddly unsettling- response.

"Fantasia, you sounded like Donald Duck on helium."

I turned to look at him, mouth agape with shock.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he told her that just to counter me.

When the cue music played I leaned over to Simon again.

"Someone’s in a bad mood tonight."

"Maybe because everything is always about sex to me and since we haven’t HAD sex in two weeks, I’m a little frustrated," he responded smartly.

"Wow," I said. "Tell you what, when you and your wounded pride decide to quit acting like drama queens, you come find me," I said –a bit harsher than I meant to- before I pushed my chair away from him and towards Gloria.

I felt three distinct taps on my shoulder.

Hesitantly I turned around, to find him leaning back in his chair, facing me.

His face still expressionless.

However, there was a hint of anger dancing in his eyes.

For a moment I was almost afraid of him.

Surely my sex comment hadn’t upset him THAT much.

Had it?

Without a word he eyed me up and down and then held up his index finger, crooking it towards him a few times.

Very "come hither"-esque.

I just stared at him for a moment, raising one eyebrow, before ignoring his request and swiveling my chair back to the direction it was facing previously.

I had to resist smiling.

I knew my defiance was pissing him off.

And I had, once again, gained the upper hand.

Score one for Paula, I thought smugly.

However, before the first break, I began to question my motives.

What was I even trying to prove to him?

I retraced our interactions in my mind, coming short on any reason for acting the way I was.

Other than that little scene with the girl in the audience.

Then again, what was new about that?

The girl was gorgeous, and flirting with him.

AND complimenting him!

When did he not ignore me when he was getting attention like that?

Besides, it had been two weeks, I remembered.

If I wanted to get laid before I went home that night I was going about it entirely the wrong way.

No, I was definitely going to need a new approach, I decided.

"We’re going to be back in a couple of minutes with more American Idol. It is live, the heat is on with Gloria Estefan! We’ll be right back!" Ryan said before a commercial break.

Simon immediately jumped from his chair and walked towards the exit, where I presume, he was headed for a smoke.

But I had other ideas in mind.
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