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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[His reaction makes her smile as she wraps her fingers around him, sliding slowly up and around the tip.]

Lay down on the floor.

[The bossy characteristic has been mentioned, right?]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[The bossiness works perfectly well for Neil, because it takes the guesswork out of the equation. He does as he's told and lowers himself down, stretching out on his back.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins at him, goes to her hands and knees and crawls over him then leans down to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip as she does. Her body is almost touching his, her hands on either side of his head.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He kisses back hungrily, and reaches up to frame her ribcage with his hands, his palms then sliding down to grasp at her hips, gently coaxing her closer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She moves closer, sliding her hips against him as she kisses him back just as desperately. She might be forgetting the whole slow and easy thing.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[His grip tightens, and he bucks up against her, a soft groan escaping from the back of his throat.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She likes the way his hands feel on her ribs and the way he presses p against her. She dips a little lower, breasts brushing his chest as she presses her lips to that spot just below his ear.]

That's a very good noise.

[She whispers this in his ear then rocks her hips a little, positioning herself so that the next time he bucks up against her like that, he'll slide inside of her then she tilts her head up a bit and sucks on his earlobe.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[It's good that she likes that sound, because she'll hear it again now, louder and more feverish, as he feels the kiss against that spot.

Slowly, he raises up his hips a second time. He draws in a breath, eyelids fluttering shut at the unfamiliar warmth and pleasure as he pushes inside her.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her hips down, watching him. Once he's all the way inside her she lets out a breathy little groan and a half whispered--]

fuck

[Her eyes go wide a second then she bites her bottom lip.]

Sorry. [Lucy doesn't usually drop f-bombs. It's not lady like. But having sex on the floor of an empty apartment--totally lady like.]

That was a good f-bomb. Just so you know.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[His eyes drift open again, keen and shining. In response, he gives her a heady smile.]

Good.

[He cranes up to kiss her neck, at the same time rocking against her experimentally-- and the resulting sensation is such a shock that he gasps and bites lightly at her collarbone instead.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She tangles her fingers in his hair when he cranes his neck up so that when he bites her collarbone, she pulls a little toward her instead of away from her, eyes closing. She squeezes his hips with her knees and lets out a shocked sound of pleasure and a groaned--] Oh God.

[Clearly biting is good.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil is pleased with this reaction, and he peppers more scattered nibbles across the junction between her neck and shoulder. One hand rests firmly against the small of her back aand the other traces her spine as he continues to thrust upwards steadily, breath quickening, and a deep flush spreading across his neck and chest.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy closes her eyes, her hands going to Neil's chest as she moves in rhythm with his thrusts, little moans and breathy exclamations peppered throughout.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil moans in low and long bursts, his eyes drifting open and closed. He breathes out Lucy's name, and angles his hips so he can slide a hand between their bodies, and hopes he is pressing his fingers against the right spot on her.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She shivers a little when he says her name, leaning down to press a kiss to the pulse fluttering madly in his neck and then to the hollow of his throat and his chest over his heart. Her eyes go wide when he slides his hand between them. She wiggles a little adjusting, her eyes sliding closed and a ragged, satisfied groan coming when he hits the right spot. She rocks against him, sliding up and down, never so far that his fingers lose contact. Her exclamations come faster, louder and when she says his name, it's almost a scream. A very, very good scream.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil pants heavily, leaning into the kisses when he can. Fingernails press against the skin of Lucy's shoulderblade as his breath catches. Hearing her say his name is enough to send him over the edge-- he shudders and he cries out, back curving and head sliding back as waves of pleasure wash over him. He collapses back bonelessly, still breathing hard against the aftershocks.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy is right there with him, feeling like her whole body is coming apart and spinning out of control. It's a very good feeling. She collapses against him, still straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips and her head on his chest. Aftershocks of pleasure makes her shiver against him.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He can hardly move, but he manages to wrap one arm around Lucy's waist, and cradle her head against him with the other.]

Wow.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[That makes her laugh. It's a lazy, soft kind of laugh.]

Very wow.

[With some effort she pulls herself up a little, arms folding beneath her and her forearms resting on his chest.]

You're okay, right?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He lifts his head up enough to look at her.] Okay... would be kind of an understatement.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins at that and settles back down on him, her head back on his chest, her arms on either side of his torso. He's warm and it feels good to be held so she's in no hurry to move...but maybe he is? She doesn't lift her head but she does ask]

I should get off you, shouldn't I?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil is content with this, the closeness. He's been kind of starved for it for a long time. He shrugs.]

You could... not do that, if you want.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She contemplates it for a moment. What can it hurt? Lying here like this. She takes a deep, not really necessary breath and lets it out in a contented sigh.] Okay. The cuddling thing is good.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, definitely good. [He chuckles softly, more out of contentment and restfulness than anything else, and strokes Lucy's hair.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Next time, we go for a place with a bed. [Despite the fact they are lying on the floor--okay, so she's lying on him--she's entirely and completely, bonelessly relaxed.]