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Lodged Away	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3527 -:- 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.

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Simon’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and he propped himself up on his elbows, blinking exhaustion away. «How long have I been asleep?» He questioned himself, glancing at his watch. He looked outside, noting that dawn was soon to be breaking. Glancing at the fire, his eyes observed the last of the cinders, the fire having burned down in the past five hours that he had been asleep. He then glanced at the small body on the floor, curled up and kept sufficiently warm by the fire’s afterglow. He smiled softly, and rolled off the bed, stretching before making his way to her.

***

Her dream had been so vivid, she had no doubts that it was real. His body had felt so real next to hers, as she sat on his lap in the Jacuzzi, in the lodge. Simon began to gently caress her cheek with the back of his palm, his chocolate eyes peering deep into hers, offering hidden meanings never before deciphered. Suddenly, he poked her cheek; it wasn’t hard, just annoying. “Simon...” She giggled, though a little put off at his sudden change. Their time in the jacuzzi was going so well, and he was ruining it with his childish behaviour. “Simon, quit it!” She implored him, as he poked her in the cheek another time. His hand then moved to the curve of her petite waist, and he gently slid it up and down, feeling the skin tighten beneath his touch. It began to venture lower at a teasingly slow speed. “Now that’s more like it...”

***

He chuckled silently, regarding her with a perplexed look. His hand was now resting on her thigh, giving her muscle a gentle squeeze. “Paula?” He kept his voice soft, trying to rouse her gently from her slumber.

***

“Oh Simon...” She sighed against his lips, feeling them slide against her own. His tongue sought entrance and she hungrily offered it, as eager to taste him. “Mmm....”

***

His eyebrow shot up, and he guffawed out loud, waking Paula in the meantime. “Did I wake Sleeping Beauty from a naughty dream?” He jested, cringing as he received a weak slap on the shoulder.

“Bite me, Simon!”

“Oooh, so it was -that- kind of dream...” He mused, advancing on all fours. “Where would you like me to leave my mark, luv?” He purred, his mouth just barely missing her neck. “Here?” He moved his mouth down to her elbow, his teeth grazing her skin through his sweater. “Maybe here suits your fancy?” He moved down to her knee, sinking his teeth in her jogging pants. “Or for a little kink,” he flipped her over, allowing his warm breath to crash against her left butt cheek.

“Simon!” Paula giggled, despite herself. She pushed him back and got up off the floor, stretching her sore muscles. Despite the shaggy carpet, the floor was still hard and slumbering upon it had taken its toll. “Ugh,” she grunted, feeling the tight muscles.

“Want to see something beautiful?”

She didn’t bother to turn and face him. “I swear Simon, if you are standing there in the buff -” She whipped around and silenced herself, her eyes taking in his form, standing in front of the window. She walked towards him, stopping right beside his being, inhaling his scent while her eyes took in the snow-drenched foliage as the morning light cast a reflective glow around it. “It’s stunning.”

“Mmm...” Simon acknowledged, watching her from the corner of his eye. He was surprised at himself more than anything; surprised at the source of his current joy: normally, he would selfishly take in the sights, and derive aesthetic pleasure from viewing. But now, standing there with Paula, something was different: it wasn’t the sight that offered him bliss...it was seeing it through her eyes: this childlike appreciation that caused a sparkle to twinkle in her beautiful eyes. He shook his head, dislodging himself from the moment. “I’ll make some tea...or hot cocoa.” He began to walk towards the door. “You hungry?”

“Starving.” She also turned, breaking away from the enchanting spell. “Seems like everything is still snowed in...I should call Ryan and Randy, see how they’re doing.” She picked up Simon’s robe from the chair and put it on, giggling as she felt dwarfed by it.

“A robe?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s -my- robe.”

She shrugged, pulling it tighter around her small frame. “You weren’t using it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it was on the chair!” She reasoned. “Besides, I’m cold!”

“So am I! Why should I suffer?”

“You’re a man...act like one!”

He stood there, slack-jawed. “Ooh, bad choice of words!” He charged her, scooping her up and wrestling her to the floor. His hands wound their way under the robe and he began to tickle her mercilessly.

“Simon!” She wailed with laughter, kicking and trying to grab hold of his hands. “Simon, stop! Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop!!” She kicked him in the ribs and he stopped moving. Paula sighed and caught her breath. “Simon...?”

He didn’t move.

“Si?”

Silence.

“Oh God, Simon! Simon, hon, speak to me...oh God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” Her eyes narrowed upon seeing the smirk plastered on his face. “You bastard!” She yelled, slapping him hard across the chest.

“Oww!” He whined, trying to grab a hold of her hands.

“You bastard, you had me all worried -again-!” She hit him on the shoulder. “Why do you do such things, just to piss me off!” She hit him on the side of his head. “Do you like seeing me angry?” She went to hit him on the chest again, but he caught her hands.

“I think seeing you pissed off is the sexiest thing in the world, Paula.” He admitted, sitting up against the bed. He stretched his legs out in front of him, his toes annoyingly poking Paula in the knee.

She glanced down, her mind processing the words just spoken. “You...you think I’m sexy?” She asked, softly.

He raised his chin, almost in defiance. “Only when you’re mad.” He gave her a wink, pouting slightly.

She smiled, her eyes once again falling to the floor. “And what about the rest of the time?”

Simon became serious all of a sudden, trying to decipher any meanings behind her line of questioning. Was that hope in her voice? Was she seeking something welcomed or was she inquiring out of fear? He debated all the while observing her nervous form. “It’s complicated...” He finally muttered, for lack of a better explanation.

“Oh...” Her voice dropped and she began to get up. “I get it...” She shook her head, berating herself for thinking that he could possibly feel something.

“No, no you don’t...” Simon called after her, grabbing her by the arm, and yanking her back down.

Paula crashed into his arms, and immediately tried to push herself away. «I can’t be here, not like this...» She fought with herself, while trying to free herself from his grasp. “Simon, let go!” She cried out, as her emotions began to surface.

“No.”

“I’m done playing games, Simon...I want out, now!!” She struggled against him again, her tears now falling freely down her cheeks. “I’m not mad, Simon, so let me go!”

“What if I don’t want to...?” He asked her softly, his voice automatically making her stop.

She glanced at him, unsure of his intent.

“What if I don’t want to make you angry, or sad anymore?” His voice dropped to a whisper, as he directed his breath towards her ear. “What if I want to make you happy, Paula?” He kissed her temple, his lips lingering against her heated skin. “Tell me how I can make you happy.”

She let out a strangled breath as she collapsed in his arms, holding him dearly. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, her tears still slipping down her cheeks. “Just tell me you love me, Simon.” She begged him. “...even if it’s a lie, just tell me.”

“Paula I - ” He sighed loudly. He had never declared love to anyone, save for his own mother, but it was nothing like this moment; his heart was not a possible victim in this equation. “Paula...I’m sorry luv.” He kissed her forehead, feeling her body tremble against his. “I can’t tell you that I love you...”

–TBC–
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