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Being stuck under thousands of litres of human blood and limited contact with the surface is stressful. Not to mention that there is a large creature swimming around down there with you. One would be inclined to panic. And you have a few times.
But lately you have begrudgingly started accepting the situation you find yourself in. At least you weren’t alone in this hell.
You glance over at the man standing by the only thing providing small glimpses into your surroundings. He was waiting for the black and white image to appear on the screen. When it did, he sighed. It was nothing but grainy darkness.
That was a relief to some extent. But it also meant that you guys had nothing to help get your bearings. You both had been working on refining the vague map the C.O.I had given you. It wasn’t easy, but you were managing. Until now.
It almost felt like time had changed drastically and you had both been thrust into unknown territory. That would happen sometimes. It was quite disorienting every time. It led to neither of you knowing how long you had been down there.
You were pretty sure it had at least been a few days. But why hadn’t the oxygen run out yet? Why hadn’t you both died from the lack of water and food? You had to stop yourself from spiraling into such thoughts when they popped up. It would just lead to another panic attack.
Simon walked a few steps towards where you were occupying the only chair and sat down on the floor. He grabbed the map and started studying it again from his spot.
“Do you want the chair?” You questioned.
“ No, I’m fine. You can stay there.” He replies.
You nod and turn back to the panel. You study each button meticulously. You already knew how each one worked, but there wasn’t much else to do right now. You were both just trying to figure out your next steps.
You didn’t want to make any course adjustments while Simon was trying to figure out the area you were in. That would not be helpful. You grabbed the manual for the rust bucket you were welded into and started to study it. You were hoping to find something you had missed the first time you read it. Something interesting. There was nothing. You sighed in frustration and leaned back in the seat.
You heard Simon muttering to himself, the same annoyance in his voice that you were feeling. You threw a glance over your shoulder to look at the man. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were slightly downtrodden. His hands were darting around the map and the pencil he held in his hand made contact with several points on the page.
You spin the chair around so you can get a better look at what he’s doing. You can see the pattern he was trying to map out. It was starting to make a bit of sense.
You got a little chuckle out of the funny names he had given some of the areas you guys had explored as your eyes fell upon them. And of course, the caves that you had named.
‘Cave number one of doom. Cave number two of despair. Cave number three of nope. Cave number four of fuck that. Cave number five of surprisingly not too bad.’
You continue watching him scribble for a few minutes.
“You alright? You’re staring at my hands.” Simon asks, interrupting your thoughts.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I was studying the map, not your hands.” You reply, lowering your head in embarrassment.
Why would you just stare at his hands? You supposed that they were nice but you weren’t that weird. Right?
You thought for a moment. Had you been staring? What if you had? What would he think? Your brain starts to run a mile a minute but you are once again interrupted by Simon.
“Now you’re staring at me. You sure you’re okay?” He asks, adding your name at the end of his question.
“Yeah! I’m just thinking. I have a lot of thoughts and they tend to get away from me.” You admit, hoping that would be enough to satiate his concern.
“I get that. Happens to me too.” He smiles at you before looking back at the map.
Your heart flutters in your chest. The way he smiled at you was so damn cute. He’s so damn cute. Scratch that, he’s hot. You knew it the second you two met that Simon would be a problem for you. Even though you two are in a dangerous situation, you can’t help but feel attracted to him.
You would catch yourself thinking up all kinds of….spicy scenarios when you were supposed to be sleeping or working. It was hard not to! It was better than getting worried about all the unknowns.
Your mind starts to wander into its fantasies again and you can feel your face flush so you turn around abruptly.
Your shoulders tense up a little as you can feel Simon’s piercing gaze on your back. You turn your gaze downwards, trying to burn a hole through the console in front of you. You hoped it would actually burst into flames. Anything to redirect your dangerous thoughts.
‘If only I got to bring my phone and headphones down here. I could listen to old music or an old podcast to distract myself.’ You think.
“Do I make you nervous?” Simon asks. You swear you can hear the smile on his lips in the way he asked the question.
You tense up even more. ‘Oh shit.’
“No. What would….uh, what would make you ask that?” You stutter out, still staring at the console. You couldn’t look at him.
“I can see your body tensing up. Your breathing has increased. And I bet if I looked at your face, it would be as red as the ocean we’re stuck in.” He says.
You can hear Simon stepping closer to you so you pray you can look and act normal when he reaches you.
“I’m very observant. You can’t hide things like that from me. Especially when we’re always within a few feet of each other.” He whispers while crouching down to be level with the side of your face.
You see his head tilt a little to try and see your face better. His hair falls into his own a little and it causes your stomach to twist into a knot. You look to the side to hide away from Simon but his rough hand gently guides your face to meet his.
Upon eye contact, butterflies erupt inside of you. Your heart is beating even harder and you feel like you can’t breathe. He’s staring at you as if you are the only thing in the whole universe that matters.
“It’s okay. I’ve made a lot of people nervous. But never like this. It’s quite fascinating.” Simon muses.
He continues holding your head in his hand as he studies you. His eyes are scanning you up and down. He’s taking notice of every response your body is giving him. As if he’s studying some unknown creature.
He lets his hand drop down to trace your neck. You gasp a little and your legs press into themselves.
“Interesting. What other sounds can I get out of you?” Simon asks. He smiles again, but it’s darker. It’s filled with desire.
“I…I don’t…don’t know what else. But maybe we can….find out?” You stutter out. Your face turns red again.
You don’t know what prompted you to be so brazen but apparently that was all Simon needed to intensify his actions. He places his hands on either side of the chair and spins it so you are facing him. He then scoots his body closer to you.
Simon gently grabs ahold of your face with both of his hands and pulls you towards him. He places a small kiss on your lips, testing the waters. Some of the tension in your body melts away and he notices. He kisses you again, deeper this time.
Your hands make their way up his back and into his messy black hair. You tug on the strands and he lets out a soft groan.
You pull away and stare at him. Now his cheeks are turning red.
“Did you like that?” You ask.
“Like what?” Simon questions. You can see him trying to play cool.
“Me pulling your hair. I didn’t mean to, I wouldn’t want to hurt you. But you responded positively.” You say. It’s your turn to analyze his every response.
“Maybe. I….I don’t know.” He admits.
“It’s okay Simon. Lots of people like that kind of stuff. Hell, I kind of do too.” You try to reassure him.
Maybe it was a mistake, because his bravado returns at your admission.
“Is that so? Maybe we should both explore this a little.” He says, eyes boring into yours.
You sink into your chair a little under the intensity of his stare but you manage to get a response out.
“Maybe we should.”
You barely get that out before his lips are back on yours. He pulls you up to your feet a littler rougher than he had been handling you before. A shiver runs through your body. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the man holding you as you feel him smile into the kiss.
Wanting to make things a little more even, you dig your nails into his biceps. He hisses a little but regains his composure rather quickly. You feel yourself being pushed into the wall of the submarine.
Your back hits it a bit hard but it doesn’t bother you. You move your head back a little so it makes contact with the strangely warm metal. Simon takes this opportunity to leave a bite mark on your exposed neck.
You yelp in surprise. His chocolate eyes shoot up to meet yours and a look of concern fills them.
“I’m okay, don’t worry! I just didn’t expect that. But I liked it.” You smile reassuringly to Simon.
“Good. Cause there’s more where that came from.” He returns back into the little game you are both playing with ease.
He pins your wrists above your head with one hand while the other runs along your side. His lips return to your neck and you arch your back into his body. You want to try and even things out again but aren’t sure what to do at first. An idea comes to your mind after a minute. You smile deviously at the thought.
You bring your knee up and grind it against his crotch. You make sure not to go so rough that you will hurt him badly. But enough to cause his breath to stutter. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and his grip on your wrists loosens. You take this opportunity to get your arms free.
You push into his chest, forcing him back onto the seat you had been occupying a mere few minutes ago. Before Simon can say anything, you plop down onto his lap. Your legs wrap around his waste and you dive your face into his clavicle. You give it the same treatment he gave your neck.
“Fuck.” He groans out.
You decide to turn up the heat by rolling your hips ever so slightly. This brings forth another low groan from the man under you. You move again, encouraged by the delicious sounds Simon makes every time you grind your body against his.
You feel his hands tangling into your hair and before you know it, your head is being pulled back from his collarbone. You look at Simon and smirk at the sight of him. He’s sweating and breathing heavily. You can also feel him getting hard underneath you.
“You’re bad, aren’t you sweetheart.” He declares.
Your legs clench around him harder and he returns your smirk.
“You like nicknames as well apparently.” Simon verbally notes.
His grip on your hair tightens and you buck your hips forward. It feels so good to have his fingers buried into your scalp. You want more of him buried in other places.
As if hearing your thoughts, Simon lifts you off of his lap and places you on the floor. You stare up at him as he unbuttons his pants. You follow his lead. You leave your top on, wanting him to take the initiative on whether it’s coming off or not.
After both sets of pants are tossed aside, you look at each other. Neither one of you says anything. You just stare, breathing rapidly.
Finally, you scootch towards Simon and loop your fingers on either side of his underwear. His breath hitches as you start to slowly pull them down. When that is done, you shuffle backwards again, throwing him a cheeky grin. You see his eye twitch a little, clearly wanting you to touch him. But you don’t. You want to see where this defiance gets you.
“You’re being a brat on purpose, aren’t you.” Simon finally says.
“Fine, have it your way.” He adds.
He sits down in the chair and stares at you, another smirk forming in his face. He takes himself in his hand and starts to move up and down. He’s trying out a different method of torturing you, without even touching you. And you hate him for it. At the same time though, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
Simon continues as you sit there gawking at him. The urge to reach into the hem of your underwear and provide some much needed friction is almost unbearable. But you don’t want to give in. Not yet. So you sit there, quivering on the floor, and watch as the man in front of you shamelessly puts himself on display for you.
You bite your lip as a groan escapes his lips. He squeezes the head of his dick, watching to see how you would react to it. Your hands ball into fists as you try desperately to keep from touching yourself.
He continues for a few moments. You’re about to give in, but luckily Simon does instead.
“When are you going to come over here? I can see the wet spot on your panties. You’re soaked, sweetheart.” Simon says, finally breaking the silence between you two.
You take this as him admitting defeat and spring up with a haste that surprises even yourself. You practically fling yourself at the poor man and his eyes widen a little.
Without any warnings, you shove your underwear to the side, not even bothering to take them off fully, and sit yourself right down on him. You both moan at the sensation. He fills you so perfectly.
“Holy shit, you’re eager.” Simon says, letting out a small laugh.
“Of course I am. You were driving me crazy.” You reply.
“That was the point.” He retorts before kissing you again.
You keep your lips on his as you start to move up and down. You’re slow at first, wanting to repay him a little. His hands move underneath your shirt and find their way to your chest, still covered by your bra. He cups his hands over each breast and squeezes them. It’s softer at first, but turns harder as you continue to go agonizingly slow. You get the message loud and clear, so you pick up the pace.
The sound of your body colliding with his fills the small space, along with panting, moaning and curses. You’re both so focused on the pleasure that you can barely talk. Your hips start to stutter a little as you lose your pace, body trembling as the pleasure starts to build.
Simon takes over for you, setting a faster pace than you had. You cry out, fingers digging into his clothed shoulders. His face returns to where he had bitten your neck earlier, this time placing deep kisses all over the area. He pants out your name in between the kisses and you scream out his in return.
“Where….ugh, where do you want me to cum?” Simon asks. You can hear the strain in his voice, he’s trying to hold back until you tell him where he can release.
“Don’t you dare pull out. I can’t lose you. Cum inside, please Simon!” You cry out.
“Okay, okay sweetheart. Holy shit you’re so hot.” He says, burying his face in your hair.
Your hands dig into his shoulders even more as you feel yourself getting close to cumming. You start to move your hips in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to get both of you off even quicker. It works, and you scream out again as your orgasm hits you like a truck.
Simon lets out a low groan as he comes undone at the same time. The sound of him cumming sends another shiver up your spine. It’s the best noise any man has ever made for you. You savor every second of it as the two of you slow down.
You stay on his lap for a few minutes, both of you calming down. Finally, you start to move to get off of him. Simon grabs your waist, gently this time, and pulls you into a hug.
“That was amazing. Thank you.” He says.
“No, thank you. I needed that.” You reply.
“I could tell!” He says, laughing as he lets you go.
You laugh with him as you both stand up. Your legs are a little shaky though, so Simon holds onto you for a minute. You look up at him and smile. He’s looking at you with adoration and it makes your heart melt.
You lean upwards and place another kiss on his lips. You had intended for it to be a quick peck but he deepens it. You melt into the kiss and place your hands on his shoulders again. This time you are gentle. After a moment, he pulls away. You sigh, a little sad to lose the contact, but still content to have had this experience in the first place.
You both put your pants back on in comfortable silence. Once that is done, Simon takes a seat before the map again.
“I think I know where we are now.” He states, looking up at you with a glimmer of hope.
“That’s great! All you needed was for me to ride the shit out of you.” You say, winking at him.
“Yeah, that was definitely what did it.” He laughs.
You smile at him as you take a seat next to him, the two of you discussing his discovery. The tension was completely gone and you both felt like your minds were clear now. It made it much easier to do your jobs.
As you navigate to the coordinates Simon gave you, you feel those butterflies return to your stomach. You can’t help but smile again. No matter what happened, you were incredibly grateful to go through it with Simon by your side.