Madison McKenna (_burnbabyburn_) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-11-24 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 058, madison, simms |
Who: Madison and Simms
Where: The prison portion of the basement
When: A bit after noon
Warning: NSFW
After what Madison supposed was a cute snow outing with Tobias, despite it being freezing cold and not at all pleasant, Madison returned to her room to prepare for ‘guard duty’ with Simms. With his very crass yet amusing message about boxes in mind, she changed into the sexiest outfit she could muster while taking into consideration the temperature drop, and descended to the prison floor. She was glad to be by herself down here, at least for now. With a smile, Madison approached his “cage”.
“Hello jailbird. How’s the cold treating you?” She greeted.
When Simms wasn’t working out in his cell, there was very little to do other than pace. He’d been doing a lot of both, almost constantly waiting for the next chance that he’d be able to use his fancy secret tunnel, even if it was just to see daylight again, or use that shower in the downstairs bathroom. With the snowfall now, though, more people would be inside, in the warmth of the house, and that would make it harder to sneak around without getting caught.
So, he was pacing when the elevator doors opened, and Madison stepped out in the best outfit he’d seen in person in a while. Not that he didn’t already know she’d be wearing it. He’d watched her dress. He watched most of the girls dress, and shower, whenever he could. It was one of the other few things he could do here, after all.
He stepped up to the bars of his cell, folding his arms over his chest and leaning them against the metal. “It’s not so cold down here, but it’s always better when there’s a fiery redhead in the room.” His gaze traveled down her legs, then back up, and he smiled. “You doin’ alright?”
As expected, Simms looked just like a condemned man would, and Madison realized daily showers and shaving did wonders - and yet, she liked his growing facial hair. The musk, she could take or leave, usually, unless it was mixed with that smell left in the air after sex. With that compliment, she assessed he was starting out great. Madison bit her bottom lip and grinned despite it, making a little show of pushing her hair off of her shoulders.
“Doing fine, thanks for asking.” She bent her leg slightly at the knee and let it rub against his as she leaned her side into the bars. “I haven’t been paying much attention, have you been taking advantage of your...well, advantage beyond that other day with the sharpie, or staying put like a good Christian boy?”
Simms pointed up towards the ceiling, though his attention was back down on Madison’s leg, enough that for a moment her teasing made him forget what he was about to say. A lopsided smile grew across his face, before he cleared his throat and continued. “I get up there to shower and use a real fucking toilet. Those assholes seem to want to leave me to stew, and I’m not about that shit. Haven’t gotten around to make trouble since the markers.” He leaned his face up closer to the bars, doing his best to get closer to Madison. “You do anything fun?”
What looked like a momentary lapse in cognition made Madison smirk, a knowing expression as she batted her lashes slowly and looked him in the eye before looking everywhere else in him while he spoke. “Hm. Sounds dull. If you ever want to make the shower thing more fun, I’m on the third floor, middle door across from the game room.” She replied, bringing her gaze back up when Simms attempted to get closer to her. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping busy and amused. You’ve kept up with the friend fiction bit, right? Still not as busy as I’d like...I mean I’m sure if I asked Damon he’d pull off his clothes like a stripper but last I checked he was busy with Lila and I’m-” she inhaled, angling her breasts forward into Simms ever so slightly. “-really looking for something else. Something eons better, if I’m not completely mistaken.”
“I’m a little limited on getting around until people are getting out of the house more,” Simms pointed out, “but if you want to join me in the shower in the public bathroom until then, that ain’t so bad.” He smiled and nodded at the mention of the friend fiction, which Felix had been kind enough to fill him in on on his last trip down, but his smile faltered at the mention of Damon, and fell at the suggestion that Damon and Lila were fooling around, but it was impossible to keep a sour attitude with Madison giving him a show and asking for more.
“Damon’s a waste of fucking time, and I think you came to the right place,” he told her, his voice low. With his good hand, he reached through the bars, running his fingers up her stockinged thigh, stopping just past the hem of her dress. “How ‘bout you tell me what you want?”
Well there was that invitation. Madison gave a small laugh, delighted. “Sure. Just say when. And bear in mind I can’t be seen either, I am very, very mad at you after all.” She joked. To keep from smiling victoriously at Simms’ loss of mirth when she had mentioned Lila and Damon, Madison bit her bottom lip. She was inclined to disagree with him about Damon - he more than did his part and he was such a good sport about staying down where she wanted him - but the idea was not to anger Simms, so she kept quiet.
His confidence was encouraging, she would give him that much. When he touched her Madison’s breath hitched just a little, and her expression seemed to become a little predatory, more intense. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, lips almost touching his jaw - but not quite. “What can you give?”
Simms grinned at Madison’s reaction to his touch, and her predatory glance brought out the same look from him. As much as he could have just stared at her chest, he locked eyes with Madison as his fingers went further up her inner thigh, until he could tease her by rubbing his thumb over the crotch of her panties. “I can still do a few fun things from the inside of my cage,” he told her playfully.
Someone else might have felt frightened by the look Simms gave her, but Madison, of course, felt excited instead. She didn’t take her eyes off of his as he touched her, even as breath caught in her chest and she licked her lips as a reflex. Her hand tightened around one of the cell bars. “I can tell,” she breathed, sure that he could feel the mild wetness gathering in her panties. Her free hand pressed against his stomach, fingers trailing down, lower and lower, impossibly slowly. Her voice had gone slightly husky when she next spoke. “But do you want to?”
A laugh rumbled out of Simms at Madison’s touch, and at her wetness, and his body started to respond in kind. He pushed his thumb against her, a little more skillfully, where last time had just been to get her attention. He didn't pull the cloth away yet, even though he wanted to. “Don't pretend that you don't, coming down here dressed like that,” he said instead.
There was a barely there humming sound the more Simms worked her, and Madison pressed herself further against him as the cell allowed. His comment about her clothes, while it reeked of a man who blamed rape on what someone was wearing (and Madison had no doubt Simms would say that kind of thing), made her chuckle lightly. She put her hand against his crotch, massaging softly. “What’s that got to do with whether you want to or not?”
Madison could feel Simms’ excitement tightening his pants, reacting to her touch. “What, do you need a hard yes?” He asked, breathing a laugh. “You worried you're gonna take advantage of me? Don't worry so much.” He reached out with his other hand, and careful to be gentle with his splinted fingers, he fondled one of Madison’s breasts, finally breaking eye contact so he could watch her chest.
Of course Madison made her chest heave a little more than it needed to, just for his pleasure. She laughed at Simms’ joke, and then shrugged. “Well, if you’re in, you’re in.” Which he was and wasn’t, but Madison didn’t feel like making the joke. She allowed him to play with her a little more, harden him a little more and then, working around the cell bars, she tugged at his lower lip with her teeth and gave him a deep, breathtaking, wet kiss. It lasted until she couldn’t breathe anymore, at which point Madison broke the kiss, smiled up at Simms, and, without touching his hands, stepped backwards enough that he could no longer reach her.
“To be continued. I have to guard you now, before someone thinks to come down here with supplies.” Madison told him with an amused smirk. She pulled a chair to sit in front of his cell, and did so crossing her legs, still smiling with self-satisfaction. “Stay tuned for the shower episode. It’s going to be… long, wet, inventive, indulgent, a little violent maybe too.”
She uncrossed her legs then, slowly, allowing him a look before crossing them back one over the other.
Simms stood dumbstruck, hand still outstretched like Madison might jump right back onto his fingers, and they could pick up where they left off. But his hand gradually fell as she spoke, until he was just leaning on the bars, staring between her legs, his smile slowly fading. “You serious?” He asked. “You know they give me a warning when people are coming to the elevator. You… Get back here.”
Madison laughed, delighted, at the reaction her withdrawal had gotten out of Simms. She uncrossed her legs again, just for a second, and then crossed them again with a smirk. She laughed more when he ordered her to get back to where she’d stood. “Nuh-huh. Good things come to those who wait.” She winked. “So! Wanna play twenty questions? I spy?”
There was more laughter after the inane question, but one thing was for sure: Madison wasn’t going to leave that seat until it was time to go back upstairs.