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• Age Ain't Nothing But a Number	By : Boti Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
  Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill 3, nor do I profit from this fic in any way.

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  • 1-Age Ain't Nothing But a Number
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• A/N: Written late last year for the fantastic rosehiptea. <3
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  It'd been quite some time since he'd last been with a woman, but Douglas didn't consider himself too old to have forgotten how to please one. There was a tinge of anxiety tied to the fact that this particular woman was half his age. He knew women at that age were wild and wanted all kinds of fancy, marathon rounds of sex.
  
  
  
  Except, he knew a bit better when it came to Heather. She wasn't an average woman. He'd pretty much given up any illusions that she was average from the moment he saw her stalk off into the dark to fight, and win against, monsters even his nightmares would never have created on their own.
  
  
  
  He decided against taking a shot of whiskey before allowing Heather to lure him to the bedroom. His apartment was small and dark, but his bed was the highlight of the place. A man needed a soft place to lay his head after he hunted down dead-end leads all day and drank one too many shots of whiskey, or Tequila, depending on the day he had.
  
  
  
  The bedsheets were clean, thankfully. Douglas would actually have been a little bit embarrassed if the bedsheets smelled like sweat and liquor, as per usual. Heather laid on the bed, smiling softly at him. She looked tired, but so did he, and it wasn't because of lack of sleep. Seeing the true horrors of life aged a person considerably and made them tired looking and dark, almost sullen if not all the way. That's what brought them together, that darkness. It was like a kinship.
  
  
  
  How they had managed to go from a few dates consisting of nothing more than dinner and small talk to now lying in bed beside each other was a mystery to Douglas. But he wasn't going to look a gift-horse in the mouth either. Heather touched his cheek gently, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her palm. It made her smile more. She finally gave in to whatever thoughts she'd been thinking, cupping his cheek and kissing him.
  
  
  
  As mentioned before, it had been some years since Douglas had last been with a woman. He was pleased to find that it was like riding a bike, no matter how much younger the woman was. His calloused hands found their way easily beneath clothing and fabric. Heather sighed and opened herself up to him, allowed him to undress her and explore her flesh slowly. She would sometimes reach over and help him out of something, until he was in nothing more than his slacks and she was in nothing.
  
  
  
  His lips trailed down her body from neck to navel. Heather's skin tasted of the sweetest things in life - warmth, food, liquor, even money - but Douglas reassured himself that had more to do with his long-time loneliness than actual taste. Still, Heather was beautiful to him and she felt right beneath his fingers and lips.
  
  
  
  Below her navel, he allowed his tongue to trace the V around her mound before kissing the spot right above her clit. He looked up for persmission to proceed and found Heather watching him with the same look in her eyes he had seen when she had spoken to him in the amusement park - unwavering determination with just a hint of worry. She'd never done this before, he knew that and so he proceeded slowly to ease her.
  
  
  
  Tongue sliding between the folds of her crotch, Douglas watched Heather's face carefully before going to work on her clit. It had taken him a few women to figure out that the clit was the win-all spot for pleasing a woman. It proved true once again as Heather instantly responded to his careful licks, squirming and parting her lips ever so slightly in pleasure. She was fairly quiet though, and he had kind of expected that. So when she cried out suddenly, he knew he had done something very right. Repeating the action with his tongue, Heather cried out again, her hips rising off the bed for a second. Douglas smiled faintly as he did it again and again for a time until Heather was uttering 'Fuck' over and over again before orgasming.
  
  
  
  A moment after Heather began to calm down, Douglas slowly sat up, suddenly reminded of his age with the simple act, and swiped the back of his hand against his chin and mouth to wipe off Heather's come. He studied her in silence as she wound down and gave him a lazy, satisfied smile.
  
  
  
  The rest of sex is easy, Douglas thought to himself, but still being able to use my tongue like a pro is the best part.

  -End-

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