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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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[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.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[His heart jumps a bit at 'next time'-- as in, a confirmation that she's thinking there will be one.] We could do that.

Hey, uhmm. [He starts to say something, but pauses, seemingly considering something.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm? [It's just a relaxed, little sort of questioning sigh.] I'm okay with the floor if you're attached to it. At this point I'm probably not okay with moving off you. Sorry. You're a Neil bed now.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles a little. But whatever he was going to say, he's lost his nerve now.] Sounds good to me. [He slurs his words just a little, too, sleepy.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Well unless something changes, she'll just fall asleep right here, hazy afterglow, too many shots and a long day all combining to make a very tired Lucy. She yawns a little and snuggles closer into him.]