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The Break-up (closed)

As soon as the words left her lips, she felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It had been a hard thing for her to say, but seeing him smile, feeling his lips press against heres; it was all worth it. She believed his next words as much as she believed his earlier ones. She knew that things were going to be better from now on. They were going to fix their relationship together. Even though she knew that he was in the wrong and a lot of things that he did brought their relationship down, she couldn't help but feel responsible as well. So she was going to try just as hard to bring it back to the way it used to be, maybe even better.

She got lost in the taste of his mouth. The world around her disappeared and it was just the two of them together in the universe. Her reasonable self would have at least tried to pull away right now. It was too soon to be doing this; they just made up. But all reason was lost when his lips touched hers. Her passion and love for him were the only things that filled her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving her body as close to him as she possibly could. Her tongue danced with his, wanting to taste him, filling herself with him.
 
Warmth started to fill his body as the kiss grew deeper and she started to become as eager as he was. Simon's face flushed as their bodies pressed together and her curves melded into him like she was a part of him and he was incomplete without her. As he kissed her, his hands roamed her body, stroking up her back and down around her waist, grasping her buttocks and pressing her into him even more. His dick was growing hard in his pants, despite the emotional turmoil from before or maybe because of it and he ground it into her between her legs.

Reaching down and grabbing her under her bottom, he lifted her up onto the counter, never breaking the kiss they were sharing and with one hand on her back to steady her. But as she sat on the counter, with her legs spread and half wrapping around him, her body accidently nudged the flowers and the vase tipped over. He smiled against her lips as he flung a hand out to correct the turned over vase, losing a few flowers onto the floor as well as some water. But he didn't let it dissuade him from his intended goal; he wanted her. He wanted to make love to her, right here and right now and idly he wondered if she would mind the kitchen floor.

His hands on her butt, he scooted her to the edge of the counter so their groins could be pressed together and he started to assault her neck with his lips and tongue. Kissing, suckling and biting her tender flesh, he let his mouth dance from her collar bone and shoulder up to her earlobe, his mouth teasing and yet ravenous in his desire for her. His hands wandered her body, getting more intimate now, sneaking beneath her shirt and caressing her bare back and then slipping around the front, his fingers sliding smoothly across her stomach and up to her breasts.
 
She moaned softly against his lips at the feel of his hardon pressing against her. His arousal only added to her own and made her want him all the more. Everywhere his hands touched sent a surge of warmth throughout her body. She could feel herself being lifted, and then felt the cool surface of the kitchen counter through her pants, though her body didn't feel cold at all. She felt her side hit something and she could hear it hit the counter, but she couldn't care less right now. The only thing on her mind was him, and he was the only thing that mattered.

She let out another quiet moan when she felt him against her once more. She ran her fingers through his hair, bringing his hot mouth as close as possible to the sensitive skin on her neck. She enjoyed the feels of his soft lips and moist tongue along her skin, tasting it. And then came his warm hand on her breast, her bra the only barrier between him and her bare skin.

Her hand fell from his shoulder and down his chest, stopping only when it reached the belt of his pants. She tugged at the rim of his shirt, pulling it with her and her hand made it's way back up, revealing his skin. She pulled it up over his head and threw it on the floor, and let her hands roam his nake uper half, her fingertips lightly tickling his skin.
 
His breathing became heavier as she took off his shirt and feeling her hands upon him sent an electric current down to his cock, making it jump in excitement. Continuing to prod her with it, he fondled her breasts gently through her bra, rubbing his thumbs in circles over her hardening nipples. He set himself to sucking on her neck right in the crook between her shoulder and throat, intent on leaving a mark, as his hands trailed behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. He had only minor difficulty in getting it, but was patient in his attempts, eventually unhooking the bra. As he pulled it off of her, his fingers guiding it over her arms, he lifted her shirt off as well and tossed them lightly aside. He took a moment to gaze upon her, hunger filling his eyes, before he started to touch and kiss her again.

Her skin was so warm and smooth and his fingertips felt like tingling fire everywhere they touched. His hands grasped her bare breasts, massaging them in circles, her nipples poking into his palms delightfully. He groaned low in his throat as his lips danced with hers once more and their bodies pressed together, flesh meeting flesh. Growing more urgent, his hands went down to her sweatpants and he dipped his fingers into the hem before sliding them down pulling the fabric with them. Smooth curvey skin become bare and he moved out of the way momentarily to pull the pants all the way off and discard them on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

Smiling at her seductively, he kissed down body, his lips leaving trails of warm wetness in their wake. Down her chin and swooping down the slender curve of her neck, each softly placed kiss tender and loving. A small nibble he left on her collar bone as his tongue danced over the swell of her breasts, stopping to tongue at each nipple to provoke the sensitive flesh. Down her stomach he licked, letting his tongue dip into her belly button, her skin tasting clean and the pretty fragrance of the soap she used filling his nose.

Down at her underwear, he spread her legs, putting each one over his shoulders as his head dived down between them. He sucked at her through her panties, licking through the fabric to arouse the flesh beneath. Curling a finger in either side of her underwear on her hips, he started to pull down, going slowly, his fingers gliding over her long slender legs with the panties in tow. Once they were over her feet, he let them fall to the ground and started to make his way back up with his mouth. Kissing over her feet and up her calves, going excrutiatingly slow as he wandered over the landscape of her body with his tongue and lips. Simon kissed and licked at her inner thighs, careful not to touch the main are between her legs. Teasingly dancing around it, smiling up at her playfully.
 
She could feel the cold air hit her newly exposed breasts. She looked at him staring at her, a grin tugging at her lips. Her body felt warm again with his hands on her once more. His hands were the perfect size for her breasts, and he knew exactly how to work them. He was distracting her from her own job, her hands finding their way down his chest again to his belt buckle. She fumbled with it, quickly undoing it and unbuttoned his pants as well, pulling the zipper down. She grabbed the sides and gently tugged downward, letting them fall to the floor.

Each kiss he planted on her skin sent a surge throughout her body. She let one hand rest on the waistband of his boxers, playing with it from now. The other ruffled through his hair as he went lower down her body. She let him pull her closer, both her hands now by her sides, no longer able to touch him, her elbows supporting her. She moaned when she felt his tongue, so close and yet so far from her sensitive skin. Her juices made her wet, her body aching for him, wanting him to taste her.

She watched as he pulled down her underwear. She was growing more and more impatient at the slow rate he was going. She couldn't take it; she just wanted him already. It seemed like forever before she no longer felt them on her skin, leaving her completly naked and exposed infront of his eyes. She was glad, thinking she would finally have him, but that wasn't the case.

If she thought his speed before was bad, this was a hundred times worse. She could feel herself slowly losing sanity as the seconds ticked by. His teasing was unbearable, especially when he was getting so close to where she wanted him to be. But he wanted go there. And when she felt his tongue at her inner thighs, just right there, so close; she wanted to scream. The look on his face just made it worse. He was enjoying it. "I thought you hated seeing me and pain," she whined, hoping that would help make him stop torturing her.
 
He smirked and chuckled a little at what she said and decided to end his playful torture finally. Leaning forward, he breathed in her beautiful scent before licking her pussy lips. Using the fingers of one hand, he gently spread her apart and licked in her inner folds, letting himself enjoy the texture of her and the familiar taste of her juices. Simon lapped at her with his tongue for several moments before he went exploring with his mouth. Down below to her wet hole he went, sticking his tongue inside and drinking in her fluids. A small sucking sound accompanied his efforts as he held onto her thighs pushing himself deeper inside of her, his tongue playing along her soft inner walls. While he did this he used his thumb and forefinger to play with her clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions and stroking it between his two fingers. After a few moments of tongue fucking her, he moved his face up and played with the sensitive nub with his tongue, jabbing at it forcefully yet in a stimulating way. As he did this, he let his hands wander up to her breasts and played with them while suckling on her clitoris.

Pleasuring her was his goal and he was intent on achieving it. After all the harm and pain he'd caused her, he wanted to make her feel good now, the best that he could.
 
It felt like all her hopes and dreams had come true when his moist tongue touched her. She flung her head back and let a loud moan escape her lips. She could feel his tongue explore every single part of her he could. It was as if she was in heaven. It seemed like forever since she had felt like this, so lost in bliss and pleasure. The only thing her mind was able to comprehend at that moment was how good she felt. The feel of his tongue licking all around inside her, his lips sucking on the outside of her wet lips, bringing her inside his hot mouth, his fingers adding to the pleasure, holding and playing with her sensitive and erect clit. As if his fingers weren't enough, he moved them so he could use his tongue instead, and as soon as the tip touched her a shock of pleasure ran through her body. He made her moan again and again, her breath growing heavy. He made her feel like she was ontop of the world. She couldn't remember ever feeling this amazing before. It was as if he knew every inch of her body and knew exactly how to make it feel good.

The amount of pleasure she was feeling was almost overbearing. She knew her body couldn't take much more of it and was ready to soon release itself, and she would drink up all the pleasure he gave her until it did. She felt every single detail; every small touch, flick, lick. The feel of his soft hands teasing and playing with her breasts, stimulating her hard nipples.

Soon enough, it was too much for her body to take. With one last, loud moan, she reached her orgasm. Her womanly juices spilled into his awaiting mouth, and she felt like she could collapse right there on the counter after the amazing time she had. But no, there was still more to do; it was his turn now.
 
Simon moaned aloud, his voice muffled from his mouth being pressed firmly against her skin, and he licked up the wetness that came spilling from her. Her juices were like sweet nectar and gulping them own was like a beautiful reward for his efforts in giving her pleasure. He grunted in satisfaction, his dick making a tent in his boxers, fully erect now after bringing her to powerful orgasm. Even after she'd calmed and he could tell the waves of climax were over, he continued to lick at her for a few moments longer, savoring every last drop of her. Then, he was standing up straight, his eyes glazed with desire as he looked at her, his breath coming heavier as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, her wetness staining the front of his boxers as he rubbed himself into her. He kissed her fiercely, his lips impatient and yearning for more.

Putting his arms beneath her, he pulled her from the countertop, and held her against him as he lifted her from it, her legs spread and dangling around his hips. At first he thought to take her to the bedroom, but it was too far away, so he settled for here on the kitchen floor and gently lowered her down, his body hovering above hers.
 
Her breath was heavy, steadying herself after the enormous amount of pleasure she had recieved. Her body was calming, at least trying to. She wasn't completly drained of the pleasure she had felt, his tongue reminding her of it. But she didn't mind one bit; it felt nice. She watched him stand up, her eyes resting on the large erection in his boxers, her lips forming a pleased grin, before looking up at his face. She loved the look in his eyes, knowing her own couldn't have been much different. She held him tightly in her arms, the feeling of his crotch against hers making her want him all the more. She couldn't stand the piece of fabric between them, she wanted it gone. And as they kissed her hands slid down his back, resting on the waistband of his boxers. He distracted her before she could pull them down, all of a sudden feeling herself being lifted in the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not to support herself because she knew he wouldn't drop her, but to pull him closer and feel as much of him as she could right now.

She felt the cool floor on her naked body. It felt soothing, her body hot from before. She looked at him ontop of her, and she would fulfill her job this time. She hooked her both her thumbs in eitherside of his boxers, pulling them down his legs slowly, her fingers gently gliding against his skin. She brought them all the way down to his feet, and then threw them away, making them the newest addition to the clothes laying on the floor. Her eyes roamed his now naked body, full of craving and desire, looking at every visible inch of him. Needless to say, she loved what she saw.
 
Simon knelt above her, his arms supporting him as he looked down at her. His thin yet muscular form hovering over her slender body, arms strong like pillars and holding him up, his torso curving down with his waist propped up by his knees planted firmly on the ground between her legs. His 6-7" dick stood at attention, fully erect and slightly darker than the rest of his skin. His chest was bare but a small trail of hair started from his belly button to a crown of curls around the base of his cock.

His dark hair fell in his eyes a little as he gazed down at her, his eyes taking in her beauty for a moment. Dark, long hair framed her heart-shaped face, with bright, dark eyes and plush slender lips. Her slender body was complimented by curves of her hips and breasts which were moderate, yet perfect. Simon let out a long breath and in a whisper full of wonder he said, "God, you're beautiful," and used one of his hands to caress her cheek. He realized how much he truly loved her in that moment and it was so large, his affection for her, it was like she was a part of him. Then he was bending down and kissing her gently, his lips soft and yearning as they massaged hers. He wanted to never screw up again and he promised himself right then and there he would never hurt her like that again.

As he kissed her, he lowered himself in between her legs, his dick with a drop of precum on the tip nuzzling her thigh before coming to rest in the proper place. Her already wet pussy dripped a bit of her liquids upon him and he shuddered pleasantly at the sensation. With one hand, he cradled her hips and ass and positioned himself at her entrance, before slowly pushing inside her flowery folds, a gasp escaping his lips as he did so. Surrounded by her warm, wet tightness, his breathing increased in pace as he began to move his hips, starting slow at first then increasing in speed.
 
Her eyes found their way back to his handsome face, looking deep into those mesmerizing eyes of his. Her lips curved into a warm smile. Seeing him infront of her right now, taking in all his magnificence, she thought about just how lucky she was. They had their rough patches, but she was glad that they had gotten past it. Everything wouldn't go back to normal right away, she knew that. They would have to work at it. But she was willing to do whatever it takes to get back to how they used to be. She couldn't imagine her life without him.

She brought her hand to the back of his head, enjoying the passion and desire they shared in their kiss. The soft touch of his liquid on her leg excited her even more for what was about to come. She gasped when it did, the feeling of the warmth from him envelop her body. New waves of pleasure spread throughout her with every thrust. She had forgotten how amazing this felt, and she couldn't imagine why they would stray from it for so long.

Her hand slid from his head down his back, resting in the slight crease of his lower back. She brought him closer to her, so close that it was as if their bodies were merged into one. It felt so amazing, so right, so perfect. She wished it would never end, that theycould stay like this forever.
 
Simon didn't know why he'd strayed when this had been here for him the whole time, ready for the asking. He must have gone temporarily insane or been mentally challanged for a few days. It blew his mind that he could have been so foolish to look elsewhere, as he thrust into Rogue's warm tightness, her plush, supple body enveloping him like a living cushion. Not only was it good and within reach this whole time, but it was better than Sam had been. The fucking in the bathroom at work had been intense and almost animal like, but it had been sloppy and quick. And most importantly, it had been impersonal, like he hadn't even really looked at her while they'd done it. Simon growled in disgust and shoved thoughts of the other woman out of his head, bending down and biting Rogue's neck in passionate nips. This wasn't a time to compare or even think about someone else, but he did know that he would never be so stupid again.

Soon, he lost himself in the desire and pleasure of the body beneath him, his senses overwhelmed by her--her scent, the feel of her, the taste of her skin, and the gloriuos sight of her. One hand held him up, propped on his elbow on the floor by her head and the other hand cradled her ass and hip as his own hips came down between her legs again and again. His dick slid in and out of her with a wet slurping sound and his balls tapped lightly against her buttocks with gentle, fleshy smacks. He alternated from kissing her lips to sucking on her neck, his breathing hot and coming in heavy pants.

Even though he'd mostly been catering to her needs earlier, it had been very arousing for him as well and he felt himself getting close. Simon uttered a breathy moan against her lips, fighting against the cum. He didn' ever want this to end! He just wanted to stay molded together in this dance of flesh with her forever, blis coursing through his veins and her inner walls hugging him close. So he kept it at bay, slowing his pace to a crawl when he could feel himself start to enter that euphoric plateau that preceded climax. Then he'd pick up speed again, letting himself fly towards it yet again, his body full of intoxicating heat and his heart pounding in his chest.
 
Their act of love felt incredible. She was so lost in ecstacy and pleausre. The only thing on her mind was him- everything about him. He made her feel so unbelievably amazing. It was so much better than the pleasure he had given her earlier, using his tongue with such skill. He had given her such a great orgasm, she didn't think she could feel better than that. But now, she was feeling ten times the delight she had felt before.

Her body was tired from it's climax earlier. She hadn't really had any time to rest. It didn't keep her from being aroused all over again, but it did make it harder for her to reach another orgasm. But she would; it was inevitable with the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't mind taking longer though, she was actually happy about that part. She didn't want this to end, and the longer she took to reach her climax, the longer this would last.

Her moans became louder and her breaths heavier as she neared her end. She was hoping it wouldn't come, but as time passed it was to be expected. She had pushed it away as long as she possibly good. But he made her feel feel much too incredible for her body to take anymore. She looked at his face, knowing there was no one else she'd rather be doing this with. She moaned his name, before her juices spilled out of her in the most glorious orgasm she had ever felt.
 
Eventually, it got to the point where his body ached for release, but he held out still; he wanted to make her orgasm first. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, but also, the practical thing; he probably wouldn't be able to continue after he let loose his load inside her. He could feel her near the end, the inner walls of her pussy tensing around him, before the muscles set to spasming on his cock, her warm juices flowing out of her and gushing around him. He smiled against her neck as she convulsed in the throes of delight, her body pliant and velvet soft against him, and her cries of ecstasy music to his ears. When she finally started to stop, he sat up on his knees, his back straight, and used both hands to cradle her hips up off the ground and pressed against him. Then he set to pounding into her, hard and fast, breathing heavily as he brought himself to his own climax.

Simon moaned long and low as he thrust into her one last time, his cock shoved into her deeply as it spurted his own fluids deep inside her, waves of pleasure and heat cascading over him. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and he knelt panting, holding himself inside her for the longest time, as the waves abated. Then his limbs felt like jello and he looked down at her with a smile, before lowering back down beside her, pulling himself from her warmth as he did so. The kitchen floor tiles were cold against his side and his arm as he laid beside her, letting his body cool and his breathing calm.

Vaguely, he wondered if she'd rembered to take the pill this morning, but it was a minor worry far in the back of his mind. For now, it was just the two of them, here together and nothing else mattered. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her neck and nuzzling her. He started to wonder if things would be different now, even though she'd forgiven him and he knew in his heart that they would be. But for now he tried not to think, and just enjoy this moment of afterglow with her. All would come later, but this moment would only last until one of them broke it by reality charging in. When the phone rang, he suppressed a groan and held her closer to him, giving her another gently kiss on the neck, hoping she would ignore it.
 
Her breaths were heavy as the waves of climax ceased. She wrapped her arms artound him and moaned as he continued to thrust into her, waiting excitedly for his own climax. Even though her body was exhausted now, she still felt good. She smiled happily when she felt his hot juices pour inside her. It sent a splash of warmth throughout her. She lay down on the floor, breathing heavily still. The cool tiles felt nice against her hot skin, soothing.

She turned her head to look at him as she calmed down. She smiled, snuggling her head in his chest, loving the feel of his strong arms around her. It felt safe, right, and she could have stayed like that forever. He was the only thing on her mind, pushing back all the thoughts that tried to crawl into her head. Right now, in this moment, he was all that mattered to her, and she liked it that way.

She had almost forgotten about the world around them, but the sound of a noise coming from neither one of them brought her back to reality. She sighed, really not wanting to answer it. She stayed in the comfort of his body so close to hers in such a tender gesture. "Let the machine get it," she mumbled quietly, speaking for the first time in what seemed like decades. She smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't leave her to answer it.
 
Nodding his head in response to what she said, he continued to lie peacefully with her. If it was truly important, they'd leave a message or call back later. But even as he decided to ignore it, running his fingers over her skin, and just enjoying touching her, he couldn't help but focus his ears on the machine as the phone ringed for the final times. There was the recorded voice that said to leave a message then a brief high-pitched beep, before another voice came through and filled the apartment.

"Heeeey, Simon," a suggestive, perky female voice said from the answering machine. "I was wondering, if you wanted to come over tonight. I've got something nice to wear that'll knock your socks off when you see it." She giggled in a provocative manner before continuing on. "Who was that woman who answered the phone yesterday? Your sister--?"

But then her voice cut off abruptly, as Simon picked up the cordless phone. Immediately having heard Sam's voice, his body had frozen and gone rigid, his eyes widening with each word from the answering machine. Somewhere in the middle of her little message, he'd jumped up from the floor and scrambled for the phone, his face red.

God! Stupid bitch! Shut up! Shut up! He couldn't let Rogue hear her talk like that, not when everything was still so sensitive between them. But by the time he had the phone, he knew it was probably too late.

"Hey, Sam," he said into the reciever, standing naked in the living room, his voice still clearly heard from the kitchen. His voice was a little breathless from running to the phone and his tone was somewhat wilted. He really didn't want to talk to her right now.

(italics are what Rogue can't hear)

"Hey!" Sam said excitedly on the other line, then her voice got warm, like she was practically purring. "So, do you think you could come over tonight? I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Rubbing his face with his hand, Simon tried to come up with answers or some way to get her off the phone quickly. "No, no, well, yes,--look I'm kind of busy right now." He didn't want to confront her over the phone--even though he'd already told her he couldn't see her anymore. He just wanted to get off the phone, hoping that the quicker he did so, the better things would be between him and Rogue. He would already have to perform damage control as it was. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"

She made a small whining noise, but said okay and hung up. Simon did the same, pushing the button on the phone and just standing there looking at it. Then he ran a hand through his hair and exhaled a heavy breath. It was like he was rooted in place and couldn't move. Rogue was just over in the next room, but he dreaded going to see the look on her face after hearing Sam say those things.
 
She smiled when he didn't get up to answer it, hearing the rings echo throughout the house. She looked into his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of his soft hand on her skin. It was perfect- that is, until the answering machine caught. She immedietly recognized the voice. How could she have forgotten that the last time someone was leaving a message, it was the worst message of her life.

She watched as Simon hurried to answer the phone, as she expected he would after hearing who it was. She got up from the floor, picking up her clothes before standing up. She quickly got dressed, any evidence of joy compltely gone. She leaned against the wall and ran her fingers through her hair, listening carefully to his voice in the other room. How could she have been so stupid? She shouldn't have let herself get caught up in her emotions like that. She shouldn't have forgiven him and let him back in her life right away, when he was obviously still playing with his office friend.

She looked up at the ceiling when she heard the low beep of the 'end' button on the phone. She didn't know what to do now. There was no doubt in her mind that their recent experience wasn't amazing and that she had loved it, but the other woman's voice gave her a wakeup call. Things weren't going to go back to normal right away; their relationship wouldn't be fixed with passionate sex. But how would they fix it? She really didn't know. She had been hopefull before, but the recollection of what he had done to her completly crushed her. She didn't know how they would ever get back to normal.
 
Taking a deep breath, he set the phone down by the couch, and walked slowly from the room. What would he say to her? What could he say to her? When Simon entered the kitchen again, he gave Rogue a guilty look before looking own at the ground. He took another deep breath before speaking. "I don't know why she keeps calling..." he said, scratching the back of his head and not looking at her. "I told her no more before." Thinking back over the actual conversation he'd had with Sam, he remembered his exact words, "Listen, I have a lot on my mind right now and would like some space." He could see how the woman hadn't gotten the hint, but he hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings. It wasn't like he'd planned to ever do anything with her again and he'd considered it "broken off" but apparently, Sam didn't see it that way.

"I'm sorry," he said, finally looking at her, his eyes humble and his tone apologetic. He hadn't meant for Sam to ruin their time together and he hoped this didn't reflect badly on him. But from the way she looked at him, he could see that it did.
 
She lowered her gaze from the ceiling when she heard footsteps, her eyes resting on his face. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't mad either. If he was telling her the truth, then it really wasn't his fault that she kept calling. Unless he was lying to her, and he really hadn't broken it off with Sam. But she really didn't want to believe that was the case.

She looked at him for a moment, listening as he apologized to her. He really did seem sorry, like he regretted that Sam had ruined their perfect time together. She waited a moment before opening her mouth to speak. "It doesn't sound like it's over between you two," she said calmly, watching his reaction closely. She would have to judge him to see if he was being honest with her, or if he was still cheating. The night before he had told her that he ended it, and that was when it seemed like he was trying to hurt her. She doubted he would have lied about it then, but she had to make sure. Complete honesty was the first step to healing their broken relationship.
 
Standing there, still naked in front of her, he desperately wanted to get some clothes on. So after she spoke, he stepped into the room fully and picked up hi pants, turning his back to her a little as he pulled them onto his legs. "There's nothing still between us," he said, not a little defensively. "I told her it was over. Maybe she thought it was more serious than it was. I don't know," this whole time as he pulled his pants up and buttoned them while speaking, he hadn't been looking at her, turned to the side. Mostly, he felt guilty because he knew he hadn't been as direct as he should have when telling Sam to back off. He vaguely wondered if he'd done that on purpose; despite the guilt and shame, if he'd in the back of his mind, left it open enough with her that he could go back... It made him sick to think that, especially with how much he'd already done, to think that he had planned to continue to get away with it. Even just a little bit, subconscious planning was enough to make him so disgusted with himself.

When he looked at Rogue again, his pants on, he put his hands on his hips and nodded as if making a decision. "I'll set her straight tomorrow at work. She won't be calling here again, I promise." He tried to reassure her, but that guilty look was still present in his eyes. If he'd just done that in the first place... but then again, if he'd not cheated at all, they wouldn't be in this mess period. Stupid decisions, one right after the other...
 
"She better not," she said, her voice a bitter warning. But the warning was more for Sam than it was for Simon. She wanted to give that woman a piece of her mind. It really was more Simon's fault than it was Sam's, but it was just so much easier to blame the woman that she didn't know. She looked at Simon, looking at his face, reading him. Neither of them were happy about this, and they had to change that. Getting rid of Sam was a must, but they had to do more.

She sighed. She didn't know what to do or say right now. She searched her mind for a way to make things better, to strengthen their relationship again. But she didn't know what that could be. The sex had helped bringing them close, but it obviously wouldn't fix it- Shit. Remembering that now, with her mind clear, she realized how stupid she had been. She hadn't taken the pill this morning, and he hadn't been wearing a condom. Having sex was the last thing she thought she would be doing this morning, and it hadn't occured to her during the act. How could she have been so stupid?

"I need to go to the pharmacy," she stated, walking out of the room and down the hall to the bedroom. She couldn't take her regular pill now; it was for before the semen was in her body. Now she had to go out and buy the other pill that could be taken in the 72 hours afterward. She grabbed her wallet and walked out, now toward the entrance. She took the keys off their hook and slipped on her shoes. She hadn't looked at him while she got ready, and she had no idea if he was going to come with her or stay here and wait.
 
He heard that warning in her voice and internally flinched a little. Alright, tomorrow for sure! He'd cut it off and make it VERY clear to Sam that it was over and not to speak to him ever again. He knew Rogue wouldn't take much more pussy footing around the issue from him and he needed to step it up if he was to show her he was serious about their relationship. When he heard her say she needed to go to the pharmacy, he looked at his shirt on the floor, but decided against putting it on. It was stiff and wrinkled from him being out in the rain last night and letting it dry on his body and then sleeping in it.

Simon felt like he should go with her, so, he ran to the bedroom an got himself a new shirt on. He made it back to the door just as she was opening it to leave and he put his hand on the door, opening it wider as he put his feet in his sneakers. "Maybe..." he said, bending down to right a heel, before standing up straight again. "Maybe we could go out for lunch?" He made it obvious he intended to go, but still the way he looked at her and the way he asked, it was like he was asking her permission for him to join her. He could understand she might want time and space to herself right now, but he really didn't want to be alone.
 
She was a bit startled when she saw his hand on the door. She turned around to look at his face. She hadn't been expecting him to actually come with her, but she liked that he was. She wanted to be with him, but she didn't know how to answer his question. Getting out of the apartment and spending time together could be good for them. "Okay," she said, before turning back around and walking out the door. She walked down the hall to the elevators, clicking the button on the wall to send one. She leaned against the wall as she waited, glancing at him before looking down at the floor.

The elevator soon arrived and she got inside, pushing the button for the Lobby. She looked up at the numbers above the door, each one flashing to indicate what floor they were passing, tapping her foot impatiently. She knew that she had time to take the pill, that there was no need to hurry. She was just so anxious for some reason, she just wanted to get it over with.
 
He was set at ease when she agreed, closing the door behind himself as he followed her out. simon walked beside her a they made their way to the elevators, glancing at her occasionally, trying to read her expression. She probably needed something from the pharmacy because they hadn't used protection when they'd had sex. Then it occurred to him, that he'd had sex with Sam once without any. In the employee bathroom at work, it had been spur of the moment with no planning and he hadn't worn a condom. He'd been sure to the other 2 times when he'd gone over to her house, but still.. He blushed and wondered if anything would come of it and prayed that nothing would.

In the elevator with Rogue he noticed she was a bit uneasy and he stood beside her and held her hand, giving it a small squeeze before letting go. When she glanced at him again, he was looking at her and smiled. Leaving the elevators, they proceeded to walk through the ground floor of the apartment building then out the front doors. His car was parked by the sidewalk not too far from the doors, but the pharmacy wasn't too far away, so they walked.
 
Feeling something warm and soft tough her hand made her turn her head to look at it, seeing his hand on her's. She looked up at his face and smiled a bit. That simple gesture made her feel better, and she was glad that he was there for her. She walked alongside him out of the elevator and then out of the building. When they passed his car, she felt anxious again knowing that they would be walking. But it was pretty close, and she just kept telling herself that she had time, there was no need to rush.

It wasn't long before they reached the pharmacy. They stepped inside and she immedietly walked to the aisle full of contraceptives. She scanned the shelves for the specific birth control she was looking for, and soon she found it. She picked up the bottle full of pills, reading the back to make sure it was the right one. She felt relieved when she read that it could be taken within 72 hours after intercourse; she'd be fine. She glanced at the shelf she had found it on, looking at the price. She had forgotten how expensive birth control could be. Oh well. She really had no choice.

She looked back at Simon, smiling now, her feeling of anxiousness gone. "Found it," she told him. She walked to the cash and set the bottle down on the counter. She got out her wallet, giving the cashier the exact amount of the bottle. It was a habit of her's to give the exact amount of money, rarely leaving any room for change. People thought it was a bit weird, but it was just something she did. She thanked the cashier and took the plastic bag with the bottle inside, before walking out of the pharmacy. "So," she started, turning to Simon. She was in a bit better mood than before. "Where do you want to have lunch?"
 
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