For pdg_mortie POOLS CLOSED

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    Salome never really got out of her bathing suit, oh for bed time and for general school she changed, but during the day clothes were optional.  Especially on hot days like this one, leaning on the door frame, she chewed on her lip and shifted her bag and towel from one arm to another.  It was dark outside, and so she hoped the pool would be empty, who else would be swimming at night:?  Glancing outside, she sighed and then looked back toward the bedroom.

    "Mortie!  C'mon!"

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He was debating whether or not to take his contacts out. The chlorine would ruin them and he could still wear this pair for another week. On the other hand, if he took them out, he wouldn't be able to see that well and it was dark outside making matters worse...

He sighed and took the lenses out. Put them away in their small case on the dresser. He had already changed into a pair of swimming trunks and a tank top. Deck shoes on his feet, he was NOT going to walk around on the pavement barefoot.

He smiled to himself at Salome's impatience. He'd worked all day, she probably laid around doing nothing. No wonder she was anxious to go anywhere. He finally left the room, stopped at the linen closet and grabbed a large beach towel. The keycard for the gated pool as well as his apartment keys were tucked into his pocket.

"Where's the fire?"

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She was chewing on her thumbnail when she watched him walk out, despite what he said, he was very cute. It almost made up for the frustrating self debasement routine he had almost every night. It was like he came home from work and everything they had done the night before didn't mean a thing. She might have to smother him with a pillow.

Shaking her head she grinned broadly and shrugged. "I'm hot! I want to cool off, and I can't go without you." She was bouncing around like an over active magpie and grabbed his hand as soon as he stepped out of the door.

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"I'm sorry, I should have left the pool key with you." He'd do that tomorrow, he decided. Didn't make any sense to keep it in his wallet if she wanted to go swimming while he was at work.

Taking her hand he shook his head, laughed. "How much sugar and or caffeine have you had today? You're making me dizzy." He was trying to follow her bouncing movements with his head, finally stopping when she obviously wasn't going to stand still.

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"You should have! I had to walk all the way down to the beach, it was a nice walk, just a little long. Don't worry, I didn't pick up any crack whores on the way back." She gave him a huge grin, because, maybe she did.

Walking along the sidewalk (in her bare feet) she raised an eyebrow at him when they got to the gate and she waited for him to do his thing. "I had a sno cone, at like, two that's it. I don't do Caffeine or a lot of sugar. True story. How was work?" Beaming at him, she still did her own little dance as she waited for him. Old man, so slow. She didn't say that.

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He unlocked the gate and held the door open for her, wincing as he watched her take every step in her bare feet. She was going to drag all sorts of dirt back to the apartment, he just knew it.

He also ignored the comment about the crack whores. He hoped she was teasing and after the silverware incident he was trying to not overreact to things. Not that he understood why she wanted to say things to intentionally bother him in the first place.

"Work was...like it is every day. Got there early, I changed into scrubs and a surgical gown...did what I do...came home."

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"Anything interesting happen at work?" She walked into the enclosure and moved over to a set of plastic lounge chairs. There was no one around, just like she figured. Dropping her bag, she shook out her hair from the pony tail holder and then started to strip off her clothes.

The tee-shirt, the shorts all were folded and put down on top of her bag. Readjusting the straps of her bathing suit she grinned at him and moved backward to the edge of the pool.

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"Depends on what you call interesting." He shrugged. He performed autopsies, filled out charts, stuck toe tags on bodies. It was all pretty routine for him.

He watched her undress, smiling when she folding her clothes and wondered if she always did that or if it was because of him. As she backed up towards the water he finally toed off his shoes and pulled his tank top over his head. He folded it and placed it atop her clothing before stretching and flexing a bit, just to loosen up.

He didn't say anything to her as he walked quickly to the edge of the pool and dove in without so much as a splash. In a swimming pool, he was a decent swimmer, laps were fun to do.

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He washed his hair, his face, his body then his legs and feet. In that order, top to bottom. Always. Then he wiped down the shower tiles and dried them with a towel before wrapping another around his waist. As he stood on the bath mat, wiggling his toes in the plush fibers he realized he made a bit of a mistake.

He didn't bring a change of clothing into the bathroom with him.

Idiot.

He sighed and gathered his wet things, stopping in the hall to drop them into the washer that is typically hidden behind double closet doors. He'd add other lights to the load before starting it, he knew he had some shirts and socks in the hamper that could make up a decent load of laundry now.

Clad only in a towel, he felt a bit awkward as he tried to avoid running into Salome in the hall. Why she was pacing, he had no idea. Maybe she really was that bored here. Maybe he was boring.

"Is something wrong?" He finally asked, leaning a bare shoulder against the wall and studying her.

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Hearing his voice, her head picked up and she smiled brightly at him as she turned around. He was dressed in nothing but a towel. It was hard not to stare at him, the well chiseled body, the smooth skin marred only by the tattoo. Not even marred, just - broken up. In an instant she could remember him on top of her, the heat of his skin as their bare chests pressed together. The feeling of his hand on the back of her head, applying gentle pressure as she pleased him. All of those thoughts flashed through her head as she looked at him, blinking quickly, she looked away and shrugged.

"No, not at all, I just didn't want to sit on anything and get it wet. I tried to dry off as best I could, but sometimes my hair drips. I didn't want to get it on your couch or your sheets." When she could meet his gaze again, she gave him another smile, trying to mask any of the thoughts she was having about him right at that moment.

They were so strong, she doubted that she hid them very well.

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"It's just water." He offered, feeling badly that she seemed uncomfortable here. That was the last thing he wanted. True, he usually wouldn't sit on the furniture when wet or smelling like chlorine, but sheets can be changed, upholstery can be steam cleaned.

He found himself looking at the floor as she spoke and he responded. Did she have to use words like wet and sheets and say things like 'get it on' all at the same time? Sure he was taking it all out of context and jumbling it in his mind but she was standing there in a t-shirt and he was only in a towel and...

It had been a while since he'd gotten laid. He tried not to wince at that thought. He'd been restrained around her, absolutely. He had to be. But he's also kept himself from giving into that impulse at work too. Ever since he went back to his therapist. Sure, he'd given in and caressed or stroked someone. Kissed them and even tried just cuddling a time or two, baby steps to backing off of the behavior completely he supposed.

He just needed to get his mind off sex. Getting dressed might help to some extent but actually finding something to do until bedtime would be his best bet. He hoped. "You can take a shower if you want, or um there's a hair dryer under the sink. It's behind the basket of..." He trailed off, she'd see it if she looked. He didn't need to give her an itemized list of the bathroom's contents.

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"I know, but it's stinky water." Giggling, she clapped her hand over her mouth and watched him, shyly. Maybe, if she just, touched him a little. Dropping her hand she walked over to him and carefully stood in front of him, trying not to focus on where the towel knotted, just keeping him decent. Running her tongue over her bottom lip she toyed with the idea of just tugging and watching the floor flutter to the ground.

Her fingers started at the top of the towel and slowly moved up his chest as she reached up and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek. "Have I thanked you yet, for letting me stay with you? For being so nice to me?" She didn't move away from him, lingering for an answer, or at least that's what she told herself. Not because he smelt good, fresh and clean like soap. Not because he was amazingly attractive, and down right sexy standing there in his towel.

Without even thinking about it she started to give slow, sensual kisses up his jawline to his ear, her breathing becoming faster as she pressed herself against him.

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He cleared his throat as she started to touch him, kiss him. It felt good, great. She was driving him crazy with the way she ran her hands over his chest and her lips along his jaw. He knew he could get used to being petted and treated like someone desirable. He tipped his head towards her as she kissed him, welcoming if not exactly encouraging her.

He did keep his hands off her and tried not to lean into her as she pressed her body into him. It wasn't just that he didn't want to end up lifting her up pressing her against the wall right there in the hallway. She had had to go and remind him of the fact that she was still covered in smelly pool residue and he had just taken a shower.

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The palms of her hands made slow circles on his shoulder blades as she tilted her head toward his. As her lips met his, she groaned softly, inhaling deeply as she kissed him. Fingers moved up his shoulders and to his hair, her fingers tangling around the damp strands, holding on to him as she kissed him deeply.

She stayed in the kiss for a moment before she smiled against his lips. In a role reversal she pulled back and opened her eyes to look at him. "I am going to take a shower, okay?" Biting her bottom lip she slowly pulled away from him, tempted to tell him to stay in the towel. Easy access. "May I have another shirt? This one smells like pool and sunscreen." She loved the smell, but she was sure he hated it, leaving him at that she moved into the bathroom and shut the door slightly.

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He let her down, gently, slowly, her body skimming along his. He caught her mouth in a kiss as soon as her mouth was level with his, caught her towel in his hands, using it to keep her close to him.

He nibbled and nudged at her lips, enjoying the soft warmth he found there. Kissing her was, as always, a joy unto itself. She responded to his attentions, took the initiative herself to plunder his mouth as well. It was a give and take, mutual play and enjoyment. And as he let himself feast on her mouth this time, his breathing becoming faster, his chest moving--well there was the added reward of continually brushing against her, hard nipples and soft, pert breasts rubbing against his pectoral muscles. That simple sensation drew more than one pleased moan from his lips.

He wanted this, knew she wanted him...he thought he was nearly willing to give in and let himself make love to her. Nearly. His body certainly was and it was prepared to scream out in protest if denied yet again, but his mind turned to more practical matters. He had to and now, before he really did get to the point where he wouldn't be able to say no. He pulled his head back, broke their steady stream of kisses. His voice husky and deep, "I don't want to get you pregnant."

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Out of all the sexy things a man could say to a woman at a time like this, that was one of the worst ones. In a way though, she was glad that he asked, it showed that he was concerned that he was thinking of their future. Most of the time she didn't even get that kind of consideration. Opening her eyes she looked up at him, panting, trying to catch the breath she had lost in all the kisses he had given her. Swallowing twice she finally found her voice, but even then, when she spoke her voice was full of need. "You won't, I'm on the pill. Don't you have condoms?"

It was a stupid question, why would he have condoms? It wasn't like he had just got out of a relationship, and his girlfriends at work really didn't run the risk of getting knocked up. Still, she just assumed that he had them, didn't most men? Shaking her head she grinned at him, wrapping a leg around his hips and pulling her hips up to his.

"We're protected, either way, I can show you the prescription if you'd like." She had heard about girls that had lied to their boyfriends in order to get pregnant, and she wanted to elimate that fear. The last thing she wanted was to get pregnant. Again. If Mortie was obsessed with keeping things neat and clean, she was obsessed with staying baby free. She couldn't go through the stress and the fear of having a baby, even if it was with a man she adored, not feared.

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Oh, he had condoms alright, boxes of them. At work. He wasn't going to tell her that, the implications were anything but a turn on he was sure. Her answer about birth control relieved him, it meant he wasn't going to have to turn her down yet again or take a risk he was truly uncomfortable with.

Shaking his head to both of her questions, he pressed his forehead to hers and spoke softly. "No, I believe you."

He gave a small thrust forward with his hips, pressing into her a bit further, his towel between them starting to be a real hinderance. "I believe you..." He repeated himself and pressed tender kisses over her face before finding her mouth again.

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Lifting her face up, she sought his mouth with hers, taking the kiss and returning it with one of her own. She was relieved that he believed her, she didn't want to pull away from him now, just to go digging around in her stuff to find the package. As they kissed, she found herself oddly nervous, this wasn't some random fling, this was important to her.

Still locked in the kiss, she tried to ignore her feelings, instead putting her mind to the practical task of getting his towel off of him. Tugging at the loose knot, she grabbed at the fabric and pulled it away. She didn't want anything between them any more. Heart hammering in her ears she rubbed her foot up the back of his leg and tentatively offered herself up to him.

Pulling out of the kiss just a faction of an inch she whispered to him, "please, Mortie. I need you."

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A slow smile caused his lips to curve upwards, her words doing more for him that she could know. Actually hearing that sort of desire for him vocalized instead of hearing it in his head--something he's longed for. Her voice was real, not imagined. He wasn't whispering to himself as he tried to maneuver a corpse; he was holding a pliant, cooperative, beautiful girl instead. And she was speaking softly to him.

He kissed her again, dropping her towel from his hands and instead pressing his palms against her back, her shoulders, anywhere he could touch her. When he pulled away, he had her face cradled between his hands and he nodded. "Okay..."

Backing her up until the edge of the mattress pressed against the backs of her legs, Mortie murmured nonsensical words of want and need between kisses, then he gave her a gentle, guided push backwards to lower her to the bed. She wanted him. He wanted her. Yes... Was his only thought as he lowered himself on top of her, his body covering hers. Skin to skin, bodies flush together, he took a moment to just enjoy settling his weight atop her smaller frame. She made him feel so big and strong that it was empowering. Still, he didn't want to crush her so he cradled her between his forearms, most of his weight resting there.

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The way he held her, how he touched her and gazed into her eyes was so sweet and so gentle that she almost forgot all about her nervousness. She focused on him instead, the way that he touched her back, how he kissed her mouth and whispered against her cheek and ear. He was like no man she had ever been with, and that realization made her nervous once again.

As her hands moved up his back and shoulders she wondered if she was going to be good enough for him. If he was going to enjoy her, or find being with her disappointing. She had this over whelming urge to start explaining and apologizing now, it's just that his mouth was on hers, giving her no room to talk.

Laying back against his arms, she felt tiny, secure and almost weightless. He could do whatever he wanted with her, he was so strong and powerful. Smiling she watched him settle between her legs, his weight pleasant, reassuring, not crushing and demanding. For a moment she let her eyes close and enjoy just feeling him, being naked against his body. Shaking fingers slid up his spine and down his jaw so she could hold him and gaze into his eyes. "So handsome, Mortie. I want to make love to you."

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He watched her playing with his inked skin, smiled at the way her fingers felt moving over him. "Big surprise. A guy that likes sex and a beautiful girl."

He tried not to read too munch into her question, their previous conversations making him realize that men haven't exactly been kind to her and he doubted anyone took the time to tell her how entirely enjoyable she was. He doubted they even thought about sex in terms like that, considered her comfort at all. "Of course I mean it. Come here." He pulled her against his chest again. Kissed her soundly. "My sweet Salome."

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"Mmmm but Mortie! You aren't any regular guy." Grinning against his shoulder, she hugged him, snuggling up to him happily. "You are My guy! That makes you special."

Tilting her face up she took his kisses, more then eager to have his lips on her. When he spoke like that, it thrilled her. She was on cloud nine. She was his, and only his, she wasn't just some conquest that he was now going to move on from. She was his and he was hers. The realization nearly brought her to tears again, but she swallowed them down. "My handsome Mortie. I love it when you call me yours, when you say my name like that."

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"My baby..." He gave her another smile. Terms of endearment came easily to him, naturally, especially if he cared for the other person. He definitely cared for her. He was afraid of letting himself think in terms like love, not yet. Not with someone who actually had the power to hurt him.

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"You aren't going to treat me like one, are you?" She murmured softly, her fingers had drifted from his hair to his face. Very lightly she traced the lines of his face with the tip of her finger, brushing over an eyebrow, down his cheek. "I am going to sleep naked tonight, I don't think I could move now." Even as she spoke she continued to touch his face, memorizing very inch, every line.

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"Of course not." He laughed softly then held still as she explored his face. "I mean, other than being nice to you, holding you close and wanting to keep you happy and safe...but I won't baby you." He turned his head slightly to catch her fingers with his lips, kiss them lightly. "That's okay. I have to get up soon and clean up the mess we made in the bathroom. You can sleep all you want."

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"Well all those things you can do, and do them a lot because I like it when you do." Grinning she let her fingertips play over his lips, teasing him before leaning in and stealing a soft kiss. "Would you like me to help? I was the one that started it, I won't be able to sleep without you." This was only a partial line. While it was quite true that she had started it (though she would protest her innocence later, since she was "provoked"). It was untrue that she wouldn't be able to sleep without him. Already her eyelids began to get heavy and droop, she just didn't want to sleep without him.