Simon rubbed his head, “Are you sure we haven’t met?”
The red headed woman leaned forward, and pulled Simon’s hand into her lap. The doctor blushed. “No, honey, I’m quite certain I would have remembered a young man as charming and as handsome as you.”
It might have been the dim light, but it seemed like Simon blushed even more. He felt the heat all the way down to his toes. “I’m sorry, what is your name again? You keep distracting me.”
Leaning even closer, her shirt gaping at the front, just a bit, she whispered in Simon’s ear, “Marlene.”
"Marlene?" Simon repeated, shifting away from her questing fingers, "That's a nice name." He grabbed suddenly at her hand and held it still as it slid up the inside of his thigh.
Swallowing hard and blushing furiously, Simon looked into Marlene's eyes and stuttered, "Wh..wha...what are you doing? You don't even know me."
"Oh, but I'd like to," Marlene said in a low, husky voice, leaning even closer.
Simon tore his eyes away from her cleavage and cleared his throat nervously. His pants were definitely getting tighter by the minute and he thought he'd better leave while he still had a rational thought left in his head.
Simon started to rise, but was forced to halt when Marlene pressed a hand down firmly on his shoulder. She was stronger than she looked, and it's not in his nature to use force against a woman. "What's the matter, honey?" she says.
"I--I have to get back to my ship."
"Can't you just stay for a little bit?" she asked. It took Simon a moment to realize she'd asked him a question. She was licking her lips now, and her hand was skimming his stomach. He's been touched affectionately and even violently in the last few months. But it's been a long while since he's been touched so ... hungrily.
He responded without thinking, his hands tracing her face and neck. “This isn’t…I’m not like that…”
“You don’t have to be,” she said, and that’s when everything went to hell.
Too long, he’d been without for too long. He snapped, turned the tables. Prey to predator in no time flat. He pressed her against the wall, kissing and nipping at her neck. He was still shaking, but he wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t anything anymore, just a bundle of nerves and want and need.
She froze--just a moment--and melted into him, her small curves shimmying against his hardness. “Doctor, you surprise me.” She cocked her head and ground into him a little harder. “I hope you appreciate how rare that is.”
"About as rare as this is for me," Simon mutters.
She just laughs. "I seem to have caught you at just the right time, then, wouldn't you say?"
His hands hold her against the wall, and his knee presses between her thighs. "Who's caught who?" he whispers in her ear.
Then his fingers start popping open her buttons. He watches as he does it. He's sure that's his hand. He can feel the heat of her flesh just millimeters away from his fingertips, but this can't be real. Things like this just don't happen to him.
She doesn't seem to notice that, though. She arches back, and it's instinct to bend his head, take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her skin is warm and tastes like oranges and he pushes her shirt off her shoulders without lifting his head.
"God," she pants. "So good...don't stop..."
Simon has no intention of that. He slides a hand under her skirt, past the damp fabric of her panties, two fingers sinking into her easily. She's hot and wet and he has only a moment to realize that he's about to take her up against the wall before her hands are busy unfastening his pants.
"Fuck me," she whispers. "Now."
Simon moaned as her delicate fingers closed around his cock, pulling him demandingly closer. “Wait, protection!”
“I’m good, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m a doctor, I worry.”
Aggravated, her mouth latched onto his and a leg hooked over his hip, yanking him closer and pushing him partially inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, pushing further into her wetness. It felt so good, buried to the root, he had to have more. His cock moved hard inside her. He fucked her with short, rapid strokes, shifting a finger to stimulate her clit and provoke breathy whimpers. He could go on like this forever, despite their location.
Simon’s free hand pulled on her hair, yanking her head back. The line of Marlene’s throat was exposed, and he moaned as he fastened his lips to the soft skin there. Sucking hard, he heard her gasp, and twisted as he thrust deeper.
He was so focused on his goal, he almost didn’t notice the numbness tingling at the edge of his lips. But when it reached his knees, he definitely noticed. "The diyu?"
The room was spinning, and Simon found one phrase sifting through his mind as he sat down heavily on the floor...goodnight kiss. The last thing he heard before he passed out was a purring voice, "By the way, tell Mal his wife says hello."