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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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“W-what?” Her voice shook, trembling with her body. She had heard him, but she wanted to make sure her dark thoughts were empowering her hearing.

“I can’t tell you I love you...” He closed his eyes sadly, shaking his head, upon witnessing the hurt reflected in her soft browns.

“Then let me go.” Her voice was soft, and surprisingly controlled. She knew her mind was beginning to be riddled with an apathetic state, and it scared her; scared her because she didn’t know what it was like not to care. But her heart had been hurt too many times, this time more significant than the others. “If you can’t love me, then let me go.”

He knew she meant it on a deeper level than just their current physical position, but he couldn’t let her go: not physically, not emotionally. She had grown to be such a grand part of his life, that he found himself drowning in her, whenever her sweet smell wafted near. Her mere presence caused happiness in his life, but reality always yanked him back into a somewhat abysmal despair.

“I can’t tell you I love you...” He began to repeat, feeling her tense at the harsh words.

“Enough, Simon...please!” She pleaded, her heart breaking each time he said those hurtful words.

“I can’t tell you I love you,” he started again, but she cut him off once more.

“Simon, shut up!”

“I can’t -”

“ - stop it!”

“...tell you -”

“ - enough!” She cried out, pounding her fists into his chest.

“I can’t tell you I love you,” he said again, this time more forcibly which caused her to calm. “...but I can show you.”

She held her breath, reliving the words he just uttered. She felt his hands begin to tremble slightly, realizing that he was just as terrified as she was. There was a lot on the line, and she understood his reticence: his heart had been broken as much as hers, and the need to salvage what little left of his heart was as strong as hers.

“Let me show you, Paula...” He stroked her cheek gently, wiping away the tears that still stood proud. “Let me show you...” A whisper repeated the words, as his lips gently brushed against hers.

Her stomach tightened with arousal as she felt his lips caress hers. She pressed herself deeper into his embrace, her mouth reacting with a hunger never felt before. She allowed herself to be scooped and gently deposited on the bed. She pushed herself up, back against the headboard, observing him as he watched her.

Crawling over her, he engulfed her body with his, dwarfing her tiny form. “Mmm, you feel so good, Paula.” He mumbled against her, his mouth devouring the smooth skin of her neck. Knees on either sides of her thighs, he pressed himself against her, wanting her to feel his need, his desire. “I want you, Paula...” Kisses allowed the words to travel to her ears, where he gently nibbled on the lobe, sending shivers coursing through her bodies.

Paula moaned softly, loving his energy mix with hers. She looked at him with lust lidded eyes, her words travelling on a soft exhalation, “you already have me...” She reached for his mouth, grabbing his lush lower lip between hers. Her tongue pushed through, reigning his mouth as she explored him and with each breath, craving more. Her hands suddenly became animate, struggling to remove his undershirt.

Simon felt the cool air of the room’s diminishing temperature hit his back, goose bumps immediately paving way across his skin. He arched into the pressure her hands were creating, as they swept across, feeling the muscles as they flexed.

She gently ended the kiss, her hands stopping right above the waist band of his boxers. “What made you change your mind?” She panted, her fingers now massaging the skin at his waist.

“I never changed my mind, Paula...” He breathed out, intoxicated by her scent. He bent down and nipped at her lips, drawing her into a slow, sensual kiss. He broke from it, sitting back on his heels with her body still nestled between his legs. “I just followed it this time...” He gave her a small smirk, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

“Hey guys, just to - ” There was a rather high pitched gasp. “Oh my - ”

“Seacrest.” Simon muttered, not taking his eyes off Paula. He noticed her head shifting, her gaze slowly breaking from his. “Look at me, Paula.” He commanded her softly, not wanting their moment disturbed.

“Uh...just came to tell you that Randy and I made it home safe...” He trailed off. “What are you guys doing?” Ryan asked, hand still on the doorknob that was rudely opened.

“Paula was choking - I was giving her CPR.” His comment was dismissive, his eyes not even bothering to observe the shocked look on Ryan’s face.

“Really?!”

“No...get out, we’re busy.” Simon said, his eyes still only searching Paula’s.

“Simon!” She whacked him on the chest, her eyes being held by his. “Be nice.” She paused, her eyes never leaving his. “Ryan sweetie -”

“ - yes, sweetie,” Simon interrupted Paula with a bittersweet sarcasm to compliment, “would you mind taking Jackson to the basement with you and don’t bother coming up for the whole day.” He gently blew a puff of air on the skin of her neck. “Paula and I are going to be rather busy, and we don’t want to be disturbed.”

Ryan narrowed his eyes at the cocky Brit, and shut the door behind him, not before scoffing aloud. “...the whole day, pfff...who are -you- kidding?”

“Good, now that Mr.Inappropriate has left...” Simon bent down, once more attacking her mouth with a passion she had suspected, but still welcomed with an unexpected moan. “And would you please take off that God-awful sweater?!” He exclaimed, his hands reaching under the material, feeling her heated skin beneath.

“God-awful sweater?” She repeated, giggling as his cold fingers teased her skin. “Need I remind you that it’s -your- sweater?!”

“I know...it’s just that,” he shook his head, letting out a laugh, “I have an undying feeling that I’m about to have sex with myself.”

Paula chuckled aloud, her hand reaching to caress his cheek. “Please...you’re so conceited that you would probably enjoy having sex with yourself!” She teased him, smiling adoringly at his pout.

“You think I’m conceited?” He removed the sweater along with the t-shirt underneath, leaving her in her bra.

She smiled, arching her back slightly and allowing him to unclasp her bra, offering him a sight that he often dreamt about. She moaned as his hands found her breasts, gently massaging them. “Slightly on the arrogant side...” She exhaled as his finger rubbed over her hardening nipples. Her head lolled back against the pillow as his mouth descended against her skin; hands roaming, tongue tasting. “...mmm, but it turns me on.” She admitted.

He chuckled against her skin, sending tiny vibrations against her skin. His hands moved to her pants, gently sliding them off. “No panties, Miss Abdul?” He quickly shed his boxers, feeling a jolt of electricity occur when skin met skin. “How naughty...” His hand slipped between them, gently caressing her core. He teased her, bringing her to the edge, before relenting.

She slapped his shoulder playfully. “I’m about this close to strangling you...”

“Mmm, then you wouldn’t experience mind-numbing bliss if you did.” He purred against her, rubbing himself against her leg.

She reached down, grabbing his arousal and giving it a tempting squeeze. “Cocky, are we?” She grinned, loving the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“For you? Very.” He gently slipped into her, both grunting as a wave of pleasure crashed through them.

Their bodies moved together as they held each other’s gazes, having eyes only for the other. When Paula sensed her pinnacle approaching, she closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side.

Simon panted, he too fast approaching his much desired release. He bent down, his chest pressing against hers, and sucked on the tender flesh of her neck until it bruised, moaning as he felt her climax, tightening on him. His soon followed after, and he collapsed against her, heart pounding.

He rolled off her, bringing her into a warm embrace. “Mmm, I’ve waited three seasons to do that...” He mumbled into her ear.

She smiled sleepily, exhaustion and a night’s weak sleep her incentive to venture into Slumber’s land. “I thought you hated me during the first season.”

“Never hated you, luv...” He pressed small kisses behind her ear and down her neck. “You challenged me...I’ve never had a woman challenge me before...it was a turn on and I pissed that I was falling for you.” There was a slight pause. “Paula?”

“Hmm...?” Came her sleepy reply.

“I -do- love you, y’know? I just...I’m not used to saying it. Never said it to Terri, or any of the others.” He brushed a hand through his thick hair. “You know me...I always speak the truth, however harsh it be.” Kissing her once more, he looked to the ceiling. “Love is powerful, and I kind of thought it a waste to express that to them, especially when I didn’t feel it. But with you...it’s there, I know it. You’re worth it, and so much more.” He sighed, vulnerability not agreeing with him. “But I was afraid to say it, because I didn’t know how, didn’t know if I’d to it right, y’know?”

Silence.

He chuckled. “What, were you so touched by my words, that you, Paula Abdul are actually speechless? Maybe I should tell you that I love you more often, whenever I want some peace and quiet.” He joked, turning on his side, propping himself on his elbow.

Silence.

“Asleep.” He said flatly, eyebrow raised. He smiled sadly, slightly upset that she wasn’t awake to here his confession. Slowly getting off the bed, he put on his boxers, food his incentive to leave the haven of her presence. He was just about to head out when her soft voice stopped him.

“Si?”

“Yeah?” He lowered his voice, matching her projection. He walked over to the other side of the bed, kneeling down. His fingers danced lightly over her closed eyelids.

“I love you too...” She trailed off, burying her head deeper in the pillow.

He smiled brightly, kissing her temple. “I’m going to get us something to eat...” He brushed a hand through her hair. “We’ll need to keep up our energy.” He laughed when he saw her eyebrow raise, though her eyes remain closed. “Sleep well, I’ll be right back.” Giving her a soft kiss on her lips, he headed downstairs.

***

Ryan stepped into the kitchen, upon hearing some noises from above. He stopped short, grimacing as Simon, shirtless, emerged from behind the refrigerator door. “Ugh...” he cringed, staring at him.

Simon raised his eyebrow, a smirk not far behind. Hands full of food and drinks, he walked by the American Idol host. “Don’t worry mate, it’s just chest hair. Once you hit puberty, you’ll grow some too.”

Randy walked up the stairs just in time to hear Simon’s statement and chuckled at Ryan’s glare. “Dog, relax. He’s on cloud nine right now...”

Ryan held up his fist. “Sometimes, I really hate that guy.” He pointed to where Simon previously stood.

Randy looked towards the stairs which Simon already ascended. He gave the younger man a smile, and a pat on the back. “You think he cares if people hate when the person he loves more than life, feels the same.”

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