Samira couldn't have been happier today. Simon and Samira rode on The Sledgehammer, The Hurricane, The freak out, The Jump and Smile, The Drop Tower, The Break Dance, The Kamikaze, The Screaming Swing, The Vertigo, The Rollercoaster and The Ferris wheel.
She had the pleasure of laughing and clutching her stomach as she saw Simon yelling like a scared little girl on The Kamikaze.
Samira felt a little queasy but it passed when she controlled the liquids in her stomach.
The advantages of being a hydrokinetic.
When they got off the kamikaze, Simon jumped and ran to the nearest trash can.
Samira stifled a laugh as she heard him puke his guts out.
"Wow, you have a weak stomach."
He poked his head out of the trash can and looked green.
"I do not…ugh…" his head went back to the trash can and Samira started to laugh.
"Shut…ugh…"
"Wow, I'm ashamed to say I know you." She said as she rubbed his back.
"That feels good…"
"You feel better?" She asked
He shook his head.
"I think my stomach is in here somewhere."
She giggled and touched his shoulder.
"I can help you."
He stood up shakily, wiping his mouth and turned to see her.
"Come on, somewhere where no one can see us."
She grabbed his hand and took him to a bathroom stall.
"Sorry, he has a weak stomach." She explained to the woman who was about to use the bathroom.
Samira closed the door and she made gestures to Simon to make gagging sounds. He did and she opened the door a crack to see the woman walk off.
"Okay, you can stop now."
He stopped and made a grimace.
"Upset stomach?" she asked.
"Yeah, maybe I'll kiss you to make me feel better." He leaned in close but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"I didn't drag you in here to make out. Besides, I think I can make you feel better."
"How?" He asked curiously.
"Well, why do you think I didn't puke? I controlled the water in my stomach."
"That is so not fair."
"Whatever. I think I can control your liquids in your stomach to get the queasiness go away. Take off your shirt."
"So you can see how hot I look?" He asked mischievously.
"No," she said but her cheeks burned.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not."
"Aww, my girlfriends blushing, she looks so adorable."
She blushed harder and answered, "You know, we're in a bathroom and a bathroom equals toilet, and toilets equal water. I wonder how dirty it can get with a hydrokinetic and her boyfriend who's pushing it."
He stopped teasing and stood still. He crossed his arms but his eyes were smiling.
"You are so cruel."
"Can you just...take off your shirt?"
"But of course my lady." Simon said bowing. She rolled her eyes as he took off his shirt.
Her knees started to shake and her heart started pounding loudly. She never seen him topless before and was surprised to see how many muscles he hid.
He had abs and his chest was big and strong. His biceps went perfectly with his body and she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
She felt Simon staring at her and she cleared her throat and got closer.
"Okay, so you may feel weird and it'll feel like something is being yanked but other than that…"
"Okay," He sounded serious and Samira took in three big breaths and raised her hands in front of his stomach.
She looked for the liquid in her mind's eye and found it.
Slowly, she moved her hands trying to get the water to follow her.
She heard Simon gasp and she soothed him. "Shh, it s okay, I'm just moving the water. It's okay."
She continued to move her hands a little faster and she found the sour spot in his stomach. It was darker than the rest and was more restless.
She sucked in a big breath and moved her hands to follow that water. She found the pull of the culprit and closed her hands in order for the water to pop.
"What…are…you…doing?" Simon asked, breathless.
She could feel his liquid in his body moving faster than usual and she sensed his heart speeding up.
"Shh, Simon, calm down, I found it…" She whispered, concentrating on the culprit.
She locked with its energy and slowly undid the water until it smoothed out again. It took a couple of tries but she finally managed and it flowed away.
But she felt something happening.
Something isn't right, she thought.
Feel his liquid and control it. See how it calls to you.
She did feel his liquid and it was soothing, relaxed, and warm.
Control it.
She was starting to shake with the desire to control Simon. She didn't see the darkness circling her, seeping through her skin.
She could smell the water around her better, she could almost taste it and it felt so good but something was nagging at her.
She almost listened to the darkness until she heard a voice, "Mira?"
She thought it was something else until she concentrated better on the voice, "Mira? You okay?"
She opened her eyes and saw the liquid disappearing until it was no longer visible.
She dropped her hands and breathed heavily. She felt like she had run a 10 mile run without stopping. Her body was shaking and she suddenly felt tired.
She slumped to the wall and Simon immediately grabbed her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…" she said shakily. "I…" she bit her lip. Could she tell him?
"What's wrong?" He said worriedly.
"Nothing. I'm just tired." She wasn't lying entirely. She was tired.
She gently pushed him away and asked him to put on his shirt.
Once he did, he pulled her into him and held her tightly.
"Thanks" he whispered in her hair. "I feel better."
"You're welcome."
He lifted her chin and kissed the very corner of her mouth before brushing his lips softly against hers.
She gently pulled back and shook her head no.
"Why?" He asked, his forehead pressed to hers.
"We're in a bathroom and we've been in here long enough." She said pulling back.
He silently took both of her hands and pulled her back, looking into her eyes .
"I just want to kiss you," He said, so gently, so softly.
He slid his hand up her neck, cupping the side of her face. "Do you want to kiss me?"
"Yes…No…I don't know…"
He chuckled. "Which is it?"
"We should get going."
"Sometimes," he said, bringing a fingertip to her bottom lip, "A kiss is simply a kiss."
His mouth was at her ear, his whisper breathy and warm.
His hands were tight against her back, caressing her shoulders, his lips a breath away from hers.
She couldn't help it. She leaned forward and closed the gap.
He kissed her back. She felt herself warming up, like a small glow starting somewhere near her stomach.
Their kisses started soft, sweet and tender, and slowly started to deepen with hunger.
This tiny voice in her head screamed "Slow down!" but it was so small and so faint that she could ignored it.
All she felt was Simon's mouth on hers, his arms around her, his body against hers, and she didn't care about anything else.
It felt as if she was jumping from a cliff, a terrifying, exhilarating, mind-blowing rush, and she didn't want it to end, didn't care where it led, only wanted to follow.
She could feel his heart beating against hers and felt him slowly press her body into the wall.
Her arms went around his neck and pulled him closer, desperate for his lips. She heard a soft moan escape from his mouth and she suddenly felt aroused.
His hands slowly went to her hips as she felt his tongue lick her bottom lip, sending bolts of electricity through her body as she opened her mouth.
His tongue slid against hers, tasting her, feeling her and she didn't want it to stop.
She felt him press his body harder against hers, their hips meeting snugly. She moaned slightly at the weight of his body on hers.
His hands moved to her waist, underneath her shirt and she was suddenly replaced by an all consuming need to touch him.
She slipped her hands underneath his shirt, fingers sensually touching his muscled chest and stomach. He groaned and slid a hand up her back, leaving a tingling trail of goose bumps up her spine. She whimpered in his mouth.
She felt hot, ridiculously hot.
His hands moved to her belly. Then slowly, they drifted upwards, passed the cottony swell of her bra, his fingers hooking onto the top of the lacy cups.
She pulled back, they were going too far. When she was about to tell him to stop, when she saw his eyes filled with lust and desire, her protest shrank away as his lips crushed hers.
His lips trailed over her neck biting gently along her throat. She felt him through his jeans, big and hard, pressing into a spot so sweet, she let out a moan.
She felt like her soul was on fire but she was shivering like she was out in the cold.
Her skin felt like it was inside out and she wanted to yank off her clothes. She was overwhelmed by too many sensations and emotions, and she just wanted...more and more and more, and Simon was the only one who could give it to her.
His hands slid down to her leg and slowly raised it to place it on his hips. She let out a moan again as she felt better, knowing it was pure torture to feel him and she oh so desperately wanted him in her.
Somehow, her body knew what to do and automatically she raised her other leg to lock herself around his hips
She tightened her grip on his neck and moved her lips to his ear and down his neck.
"Mira," he said so softly, it almost sounded like a growl.
She found his lips again and he pushed her a little harder against the wall. His hands roaming her body and stopped at her waist.
She was staring down at him and he stared at her lips and kissed her lips, now swollen with their eager kisses.
His fingers had reached the button of her vest and hesitated. He wanted to have her right now, but he knew that she was a virgin and she deserved the best.
He couldn't think straight as he felt her body against his and she was touching him, arousing him.
Then, just as he was about to unbutton one a banging hit the door and they froze.
"Hey, are you done in there?" it was a guy's voice.
She wasn't thinking straight, her brain was in a haze full of lust but luckily Simon saved her by answering, "Naw dude! I ate something bad and it stinks up in here."
"Gross!" She heard a couple of ewws and shuffling of feet until everything was quiet.
Slowly, she undid her legs until they touched the ground but still clung to him.
They were breathing heavily.
"We…really should…go" She said, not really wanting to go, not yet. She hugged him tightly.
Simon smiled casually and ran a hand down her cheek.
He wrapped his arms around her, returning her hug. She let go and started to pull back, but he held on tighter, his hands begging her to stay.
She didn't fight it—realized she didn't want to. After a few more seconds, he released her, but it was with obvious reluctance. "Yeah," he said quietly.