beth sinclair. (ex_wrought2) wrote in sahlogs, @ 2010-01-19 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !los angeles, beth sinclair, owen moran |
WHO: Owen Moran and Beth Sinclair
WHAT: Owen and Beth make a failed attempt at a date.
So they went back to Owen's place and did what they both wanted to be doing: fucking, hard and shameless, Beth pushing Owen onto the couch and crawling on top of him. It was easier than trying to get to know each other over coffee (or tea, whichever), and by the time they were done, they were naked and infinitely more comfortable with each other, sitting side by side on the couch. Owen leaned back, stared at the ceiling. "You... are... great." And he needed that. After what happened with Cecilia, he needed that. "Lots of practice." Beth smiled crookedly. She gently stroked his hair, leaning against the back of the couch. "You'll get to show off yourself next time. Promise. Glad you finally called me." Owen looked down at her and grinned faintly. "Me, too. I haven't exactly been dating. But this isn't... strictly... a date. At the same time, I'd like to see you more. See you again. Get to know you." He adjusted his prosthetic again, then hesitated as he looked down at her. And maybe he needed to know how she'd react, after so many bad reactions. He slowly stripped out of his shirt, revealing the scarring down the side of his body, and unfastened his prosthetic arm. Beth shifted, resting her chin on his left shoulder and lazily looping her arm across his lap. "What happened?" Owen could be pretty jovial and humorous about his wounds but he didn't really chat about where they came from. Those memories weren't to be joked about. "Roadside bomb. Iraq. I lived. Other people didn't." He took off the arm and ran his fingers along the stump. "You were lucky." Beth kissed his ear, nuzzling gently. She liked him. Maybe it was the immediate attraction or just instinct, but Beth wanted to keep Owen around. A lot. "Yeah. Yeah, I was lucky." Owen rested against her. He smirked. "I had to learn to jack off again." He couldn't stay too serious for too long. Beth snorted, affectionately biting his ear. "I appreciate dedication like that in a man." "I'm... ah. I'm pretty dedicated. Took a lot of practice." "You ever need more practice using that hand on a woman, you let me know." Owen chuckled. "Well. That's one thing I do need to practice." Beth nuzzled him, kissing his ear and throat, slow and affectionate as a familiar lover. "What happened to you, Owen? When I gave you my number, you froze. Was it just the arm, or did someone else do something to you?" "Whoa... uh. Hey, it... uh." Owen chuckled, shook his head. They barely knew each other, but it wasn't like he could hide it. "I'm divorced." "What'd she do to you?" "I, uh. I got back from Iraq. From the hospital. I came home with flowers, just wanted to see her. I caught her fucking another guy on our couch." "What a bitch." Owen grunted. "Your ex is a whore. She's not worth getting mopey over." Beth scooted closer, feeling oddly protective. "I could punch her for you if you want." "No, it's fine. It was a couple years ago. I just haven't been that... into dating." "So don't date." She looked up at him. "Stay with me. You don't have to take me out anywhere and I'll pay for half of every take out meal we ever get." Owen looked back down at her. "...Where have you been all my life?" |