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Equivalent	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She shook her head, still tasting him on her lips and she glanced around the room, trying to look anywhere but in his eyes. She took in the remote on the floor, a scuff mark on the white wall where the impact probably occurred. She took in the opened window, propped open by an empty video box. Her eyes then scanned the white shaggy carpet, taking in the long, thick fibres as they lost themselves amidst the twists and tumbles. An empty box of cheerios lay on the couch, along with an over-turned peanut-butter jar, and an empty glass by its side.

“Paula...leave. Please.”

Her eyes snapped to his, the intensity of his vulnerable state finally hitting her. This was no longer the cocky, head-strong arrogant man that she knew. He had changed in those two weeks, weakened and of a more emotional substance. She swallowed hard, but still kept her ground. She still felt the tears on her cheeks, feeling them cool whenever a gentle breeze would dare to pass through the house.

“Simon, I - ”

“Just go.” He waved his hand dismissively, walking by her and jogging up the stairs. Seconds later, the house shook slightly; the door’s slam still ringing in her ears.

“I ...” She whispered after him, dropping her head to her chest. “I never did any of it.” A sob escaped her lips, voiced through the empty room. The choked out confession spawned anger at such accusations, and she hollered his name throughout his house.

His bedroom door flung open, and he stormed downstairs. “I told you to get out.” His voice was surprisingly calm as he grabbed her by the arm, and directed her outside. His grasp wasn’t firm, but the strength in his voice forced her to comply with his demands.

Giving her a final push, he slammed the door behind her, leaning his forehead against the wood as he locked the door shut. “Christ, Paula...” He muttered to himself, his frustration once again bubbling. “How could you do this to me...”

She took two steps off his porch when she heard a loud smash. Shoulders raised to her ears, hands clenched; she cringed, not wanting to imagine the source of the sound. She opened her car door and climbed in, staring straight ahead at his house.

*~*~*~*

Several hours had past and sleep had managed to lull his temper and the ache in his fist, which was now lazily bandaged; though he took comfort knowing the wall got the rougher end of the deal. The doors to his balcony were open: the sheer white curtains gently fumbling about in the breeze. The moon, supported by L.A.’s lights were enough to create a gentle glow throughout his room.

Paula gently lifted the window, trying her best not to make any noise. She silently said a prayer of thanks, noting that he forgot to turn the house alarm on. Gently stepping into the room, she removed the video, and allowed the window to close softly behind her, locking it once shut. She was about to place it down, when her eyes caught hold of familiarity: it was a copy of her video! “Straight up...” She mumbled to herself, shaking her head with disbelief. Firstly, she was slightly irked that he used the box of her video to prop a window open, but a sincere blush came to tint her cheeks as she realized that the video must be in the VCR, since the box boasted some empty contents. She glanced up to where his room lay sleeping, and stealthily ascended the stairs to his room, walking cautiously in the dark.

Opening the door, she quickly stepped in and closed it behind her, as not to change the environment. She knew what she was doing could easily be considered a ‘break and enter’ genre, but her intentions were what set her apart from the rest: she needed to right the wrong she had committed. She needed to make sure things were okay between them. She needed him.

His being drew her near as she softly approached his sleeping form. He was sprawled out on his stomach, one arm folded underneath the pillow, the other hanging off the bed’s side. She took in the small beads of sweat, sprinkled along his back - a sign of humidity’s generosity. Her eyes travelled downwards, taking in his exposed legs, thanks to a pair of plain black boxer-shorts. Her eyes flitted once more to his back, and they glided up to his shoulder blades, shoulders and then his muscular arms. She closed her eyes, taking in the familiar smell of him, reliving moments spent in the comfort of that strong-but-gentle embrace.

She stripped off her hoodie, leaving her in a tight-fitted tank. Taking off her jogging pants, she remained in a pair of short boy-cut panties. Gently kneeling on the bed, she lowered herself beside him, resting half of her body on his back. Her arm circled around his waist, drawing his warm back against her chest. She dusted his skin with kisses, whispering apologies with each touch.

“Paula...”

She felt him tense, and shushed him, caressing the breadth of his back. “I’m so sorry...” She whispered to him.

“Leave me a lone, Paula - I ... I can’t do this anymore.” He sighed out, his body exhausted from emotions never before experienced.

“I didn’t do any of it, Simon.” She pressed her forehead against his shoulder.

“Then why did you say that you did?” He asked, moving out of her embrace and sitting on the edge of the bed. He glanced out the window, knowing that should he look at her, weakness would soon follow.

“I was mad,” she began, kneeling on the bed behind him, “I was so mad that you believed that I would just fall into bed with anyone.” She sat back on her heels, staring at his back. “Is that why you flirted with me? ...because you thought I was easy?”

He whipped around, shock evident in his expression. “That was the last thing on my mind.” He stated forcefully, appalled at such an accusation.

“Your reputation states otherwise.” She countered, wanting to make her point.

“Reputations are born of others’ biased perceptions of someone.” He shook his head in disgust. “They’re a load of crock.”

She cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrow.

“Is that why you shoved off my advances?” He turned, facing her fully. “Because of my reputation?”

“You’ve had many women in the past.” She dropped her eyes to the bed, gently toying with the satin sheets that lay bunched, intertwined between them.

He was silent, just staring at her. “Did you ever think why there had been many women?” He asked, voiced levelled.

“You like variety?” She tried a stab at humour, but the moment’s intensity negated any witty effects.

“...never found the right one.” He muttered, eyes dropping down to the exposed flesh of her thighs. “You know, contrary to what my reputations shows ... I don’t usually flirt.”

She raised her eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak.

“ - I often react, but I don’t make the first move.” His eyes landed on her form.

“Except for me.”

“Except for you.” He agreed, his eyes speaking volumes.

She crawled towards him, settling herself in his embrace. “I’m sorry about this - about everything.” Pulling back slightly, she looked him in the eye. “Ryan and I never slept together...you know that, right?”

He scoffed, though accepting her truth. “Does Sea-monkey know about that?”

Paula laughed, wrapping her arms around him. “It was his idea, actually...that we,” she paused, searching for the right word, “toy with you, for a while.”

He hummed against her skin, his hand gently rubbing back and forth over her exposed thigh. “Remind me to give him a thank-you slap.” He dead panned; his hand reaching higher.

Paula closed her eyes, spreading her legs in his embrace. Her head lulled back when his hand reached her core, caressing her through her panties. Her hips gyrated, responding to his fingers teasing. She leaned her head to the side as his mouth nipped at her skin; his fingers manoeuvring inside her panties. A small gasp surfaced when she felt his index enter her, creating sensations she hand longed for, all those lonely nights. His whispered name fell comfortably off her lips, a strange familiarity in the ecstacied uttering.

Feeling her tighten around his finger spawned lustful thoughts of fulfilment. He breathed through his nose, watching her with a carnal gaze. He wet his lips, seeking hers, exploring her mouth as done before, but without hidden intention.

She let out a strangled gasp, squeezing his hand between her legs, as her first climax waved through her body. Staccato breaths fluttered out, as her body jerked with pleasure.

“Hum...really glad you,” he paused, a cheeky smile spreading, “came...over, luv.”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a deep satisfied breath. She sat on the bed, watching him sit back, leaning against the head board. She raised an eyebrow, watching him strip off his boxers; feeling her heat returning.

“You’re turn.” He stated, his face serious.

Her brow furrowed, her mouth falling open. “You’re such an ass!” She laughed, stripping off her clothing.

He cocked his head to the side, agreeing with her statement. “Yeah.” He laughed, reaching his hands out for her. “C’mere.”

She crawled to him, straddling his waist, rubbing up and down his body. Her mouth clawed for his, grabbing hold of his lower lip and sucking it. Her tongue glided inside his mouth, meeting his tongue in an erotic duel as her hands grabbed tufts of hair, holding him closer to her mouth. She sighed, feeling his hands cup her toned buttocks, giving them a light slap. “Simon!” She gasped, slapping him on the chest.

“What?” He feigned innocence, his head dipping as his tongue lashed out, striking a nipple. He grinned, hearing her moan as he lavished attention on her breasts. “So beautiful, Paula.” He mumbled against her skin, his erection jerking against her each time friction was present between their bodies. He grabbed her by the hips and lowered her on to him, joining in her moaning.

She rode him hard, mouths yearning for skin, both tasting the other as their climaxes fast approached. Paula reached hers, inciting Simon to follow soon after. She collapsed against his chest, her body feeling drained but strangely rejuvenate. Goose bumps tickled her body as his fingers glided across her skin with a feather-light touch.

Her arms embraced him, wrapping tightly around his torso. “I was so afraid that you’d just pack up and leave...leave L.A., the show...me.” She admitted, pressing her face against his warm skin.

A chuckle surfaced, as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “What, that you’d be running through the airport, yelling my name as I board the plane. I hear you, and we run into each other’s arms, professing our love?”

She glanced up at him, a frown on her face, waiting for his snark remark.

“Life’s not like Hollywood, luv.” He brushed a hand through her hair. “Our lives aren’t fairy-tales.”

She pushed herself back, looking him in the eyes. Love summed up, she leaned, giving him a gentle but meaningful kiss, one full of promises of friendship and love.

He smiled softly, his eyes expressing the same feelings. “What was that for?”

She bowed her head slightly, blush pinching at her cheeks. “I was just giving you your happy ending.”

His smile remained as he nodded, shimming down on the bed so that she was lying beside him, nestled in his embrace. Moments passed where they lay in a comfortable silence, both pondering on the events that had taken place, changing their lives for the better. After several moments, Simon broke the silence. “My happy ending?” He guffawed, shaking the bed. “That was really corny, you know.”

She smacked him hard on the shoulder. “Shut up!”

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