The Olympics Bet

challenge requirements:
People: Corinne & Paul
date: during the 2000 Olympics
location: Corinne's place in Melbourne
words: groan, soap, mobile, toss, ozone, Olympics, taste, CD, sheets, pocket, banner, mouse, dark
phrases: "Tell me more", "I will come for you at night time", "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?", "Kiss me beautiful", "How about it?"

“Paul I’m trying to watch this.”

Paul ignored Corinne’s protests and continued kissing his way along her neck and running his hand across her thigh. She swatted his hand away and tried to focus on the television. Paul moved away and sat cross-legged on the couch.

“Come on, it’s only the Olympics. Wouldn’t you rather play with me?”

Corinne turned to look at him and saw that he was pouting at her. She took in his appearance and couldn’t help but smile. He was wearing his favorite blue jeans and no shirt, and he had bare feet. His dark hair hadn’t been brushed so it was pointing in all directions. He did look rather adorable.

“You know I always love playing with you Paul. But can you at least control yourself until this is over?”

Paul looked at the television. Some idiot was waving around a banner and screaming something in German. He let out a long groan.

“It’s the fucking Olympics. It will never be over! Why do you think I came down to Melbourne?”

Corinne raised her eyebrow at him.

“I thought it was to spend two weeks with me.”

“Well that’s just an added bonus. I get away from the Olympics and I get to spend two weeks with you. Doesn’t get any better than that.”

Corinne smiled.

“Oh yes it does.”

Paul uncrossed his legs and moved closer to her once more.

“Tell me more.”

Corinne smiled, looking between Paul and the television. She picked up the remote and hit the mute button, then managed to toss it over her shoulder onto the floor. She opened her arms to him.

“Come here and kiss me beautiful.”

Paul smiled and leant in to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him down on top of her on the couch. Corinne slid her hands up into his short dark hair as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. They eventually both pulled away breathless, and Corinne could feel Paul’s hardness pressing against her thigh.

“Why Paul, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Paul smirked.

“You know my gun is always happy to see you.”

Corinne smacked him lightly on the back of the head. She then started to giggle and Paul looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Paul dug his fingers into Corinne’s ribs, tickling her and making her squirm around on the couch.

“Tell me!”

“Alright!”

Paul stopped tickling her for a moment, and Corinne regained her composure. She looked up at him and laughed again.

“I was going to say something about you shooting early, but thought better of it.”

Paul tried to look hurt, but couldn’t help laughing as well. He then slid off Corinne and sat back on the other end of the couch. She sat up and looked at him.

“Aw did I hurt your feelings monkey boy?”

Paul smiled.

“I have an interesting proposition for you Miss Grant.”

“And what would that be Mr. McDermott?”

Paul looked at his watch.

“It’s now 1pm. I bet you that I can hold out for longer than you can.”

“What do you mean?”

Corinne then looked at him shocked as it suddenly dawned on her what he meant.

“Are you serious?

Paul smiled and extended his hand.

“How about it?”

Corinne returned his smile and shook his hand. This was going to be a very interesting afternoon.

--

Two hours later, Corinne was sitting at her computer checking her e-mail. She had been trying to watch the Olympics but with Paul sitting there whispering dirty things in her ear it had been hard to concentrate. When she’d gone to the computer he went to take his third cold shower of the day. She was trying to fix the mouse when she heard a voice behind her.

“I will come for you at nighttime..”

Corinne sat staring at the computer screen, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making her turn around. She continued clicking the mouse trying to ignore him.

“And I will raise you from your sleep..”

She was about to turn around when she heard the sound of a mobile ringing. She smiled when she realized it was Paul’s.

Paul swore under his breath as he heard his mobile ringing, forcing him to stop singing and trying to lure Corinne away from the computer. He walked over and grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his jacket.

“Hello. No I don’t give a fuck about the ozone layer. Oh does that language offend you? Well then don’t fucking ring me again. Goodbye.”

Paul hung up the phone and Corinne started to giggle. She could feel Paul’s eyes on her and she turned around.

“Something funny?”

“Um no, not at all.”

Corinne stopped laughing as she took in Paul’s appearance. He hadn’t dried his hair, so it was still wet from the shower, and there were beads of water running down his naked chest. He was wearing a pair of black silk boxer shorts and nothing else. She took a deep breath.

“Um, I think we need some music.”

She jumped up from the chair and went over to the stereo. Paul walked over and sat on the edge of the couch with a satisfied look on his face. He knew that she was close to giving in, and he hoped she was because he was more than ready.

Corinne fumbled with the CD as she sensed Paul walking up behind her. The smell of soap and aftershave flooded her senses and she felt her knees weaken. Paul slid his arms around her waist, dropping his head to place soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. He whispered into her ear.

“Hmmm you taste so good.”

Corinne felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned in his embrace, sliding her arms around his neck and his head down so his lips met hers. All thoughts of the bet were lost as they gave into their desire, their tongues and hands exploring each other in a blaze of passion.

Paul broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily. Corinne looked into his eyes, seeing the same desire that she knew was reflected in her own. She smiled.

“Bedroom.”

Paul nodded and they made their way to the bedroom, Corinne discarding her clothes along the way. When they got there Paul kicked off his boxers and the two of them collapsed naked onto the bed.

They began to kiss again, and Paul rolled Corinne beneath him. Knowing that they were both more than ready Paul positioned himself between her legs and entered her with one smooth thrust. They both moaned at the overwhelming pleasure and their lips met once, their tongues moving together in motion with their hips.

Corinne felt herself nearing climax and she pulled away, her eyes locking with Paul’s, silently telling him what she needed. He smiled and slid a hand between their bodies, stroking her clit with his thumb and pushing her over the edge. She came with a loud cry, and Paul soon followed her over, thrusting one last time and emptying himself into her and collapsing breathless next to her on the sheets.

When they had somewhat recovered, Paul pulled Corinne into his arms. She looked up at him and smiled.

“So who won the bet?”

Paul returned her smile.

“Let’s call it a draw.”

He kissed her again. Corinne then laid her head on Paul’s bare chest and he wrapped his arms tighter around her body as they drifted off to sleep together.