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fandom-life-chooses-the-follower · 7 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Relic Hunter Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nigel Bailey/Sydney Fox Characters: Sydney Fox, Nigel Bailey Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Established Relationship, No beta we die like De Viega Summary:

Nigel's off at a conference and Sydney decides to sleep in his bed, certain she'll get away with it. Until she gets a phone call.

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Sydney groans internally as the cell phone rings. She’s not even quite sure why she brought it. It’s not like she’s out of the country, or without access to a phone. And she hadn’t intended to be bothered tonight. Reluctantly she reaches out and grabs the offending item. Whoever it is they better have information about Atlantis or something.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” At the sound of Nigel’s voice her mood brightens considerably and she smiles even as she berates herself. She’s in a steady relationship in her thirties, not some schoolgirl with a crush. Yet, she’s sure that the only thing missing is the phone cord for her to twirl around her finger.

“How’s the conference?”

“It’s been fine.”

“It’s still early,” she says after glancing at the clock. He’s in Denver of all places, two hours behind her. “Surely they have a social hour right now?” The social hour had likely dragged into social hours, but they’d still be ongoing, aided by the flow of alcohol at the bar.

“There is,” he says, carefully not saying something. “I just thought I’d go over my notes for tomorrow.”

Just how many times has he been been hit on? She’s smiling at the thought of him disconcerted by the attention, even as a tendril of jealousy sneaks its way into her chest. But there’s something else in his tone other than a need to get away from unwanted advances. “Your speaking points are great Nige, you’ll be fine.” He’s done a few conferences since his first one in England, and even he could tell that he had improved substantially. It didn’t stop him from feeling like it was going to go poorly though.

“Too bad you had to stay for those meetings with the Dean.”

It almost sounds like he misses her, which is absurd. He left just that morning, will be back late tomorrow after the conference is over. His insistence on taking the latest possible flight out surely had more to do with the list of things he wanted to do before he left than it did with spending another night with her before leaving though he’d had to catch a very early flight.

She’s so caught up in her thoughts that she almost misses his next words.

“What are you doing tonight? It’s kind of late for you, I didn’t realize...”

“Just in bed.” She tells herself that it doesn’t matter that he was so eager to call her that he did without checking the time.

“In bed? Where? I tried calling you at home first.”

Her first instinct is to give him a snarky reply, to question why he needs to know. Doesn’t he trust her? But the tone of his voice isn’t accusatory, it’s curious. It’s the reason he insisted that he didn’t want to take the cell phone in the first place – if she was whisked away on a hunt she could take the thing with her. Still, she doesn’t want to answer, doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she couldn’t make it one night without missing him. It goes against every self-preservation instinct she has when it comes to relationships. She clears her throat.

“Yours. I was in your neighbourhood, and thought I’d stay here.” She definitely wasn’t in the neighbourhood but if she was reluctant to admit to sleeping in his bed, she couldn’t be tortured into admitting that she had sat in her empty house for less than an hour before grabbing a couple of things and going to Nigel’s.

“I see.” His tone is smug, telling her he’s seen right through her. She’s thankful he hasn’t asked what she was even doing in his neighbourhood. There’s a pause. “What are you wearing?”

She grins at the unexpected question. While she hadn’t planned for the conversation to take such a turn, she certainly isn’t disappointed. Still, she can’t help but tease him a little.

“Nigel!” she starts as though he’s offended her delicate sensibilities. “Are you trying to have phone sex with me?”

She listens to him stutter on the other end of the phone, imagining the flush that’s surely filling his cheeks. There’s a rustle of fabric and then a rush of wind like he’s moving around and she’s sure that he’s gotten off the bed to pace as far as the cord will let him, the hand not holding the receiver pushing through his hair. A rush of fondness goes through her. He’s flustered by the mention of phone sex when not more than a day ago he had his head buried between her legs, eating her out as though he was starving.

How far will he take this, she wonders as she shifts slightly on the bed.

“A sweater and underwear,” she tells him when he finally stops tripping over his own words.

The sound of movement also stops.

“What sweater?” he asks. She bites her lip as she realizes he wants to picture her as she is, probably asked what she was wearing with complete innocence. He knows her wardrobe probably better than she does – her regular clothes at least. There are a few things in the back of her closet that he hasn’t seen unless he’s been doing some snooping. That he hasn’t seen yet she corrects herself, suddenly making plans for those items.

“It’s white with a couple stripes. And soft,” she says, her fingers stroking up and down her torso lightly. The fabric really is soft. It’s one of her favourite sweaters of his, and she’d happily put it on after finding it in a drawer.

“I don’t think you have a sweater like that.” She can hear the puzzle in his voice, waits for him to clue in. He does finally with a soft gasp. “You’re in my bed, wearing nothing but my sweater?”

“And underwear,” she reminds him. She decides to throw him a bone. “It’s just a lacy brown pair I grabbed this morning.” She knows for a fact that he loves her in the brown lace. He’s admitted that it reminds him of the first day they met, as she changed in her office following her demonstration and he’d been looking while trying not to look. “They’re not as soft as this sweater though.”

“A-are you… I-I-I mean… Are you…” he trails off.

As she waits for him to get up the nerve to ask her if she’s touching herself, she wonders if he knows she masturbates. She knows he does, or at least that he did before they started dating. The amount of travelling they do together means a lot of side-by-side accommodations, and not all walls are thick enough. More than once she’s heard him, usually after she’d teased him more than usual. But she hasn’t noticed him masturbate since they’d started having sex. Maybe when he’s home and she can watch the colour bloom on his cheeks she’ll ask him if he’s ever caught her.

She has toys in the bottom drawer of her bedside table, and she isn’t quite sure if Nigel has found them yet. He hasn’t asked her about them, although she doesn’t think he would. But he is innately curious and likes to snoop even if he won’t admit it, and it is likely that he’s found them and she’s written off his subsequent panic about them as him being flustered about her in general. She makes a mental note to ask him about that too. She has a sudden desire to watch him bring himself off, to see the way he grips himself, whether he fondles himself at the same time, if he plays with his nipples as he does hers.

“Nigel?” She needs him to ask her.

“Yes?” Even the one word is strangled.

“You were going to ask me something.” Her voice is still calm, but she’s shifting more urgently now on the bed, the familiar sensation of arousal tingling in her abdomen. She’s still stroking along her torso, although her fingers are now running over her breasts instead of avoiding them, but still keeping away from her nipples. She makes sure the volume is up all the way before placing the phone next to her on the pillow, freeing up her other hand to join the first one.

“What are you doing?” Nigel asks and Sydney nearly groans with frustration, instead settling for rolling her eyes.

“I just can’t get over how soft this sweater is,” she purrs. She wants him to ask her, needs him to. Wants to know that he’s so affected that he’ll say almost anything. “I can’t keep my hands off it.” She finally rubs at her nipples with her middle fingers, the fabric creating a delicious sensation that makes her hum.

He takes a deep breath before blurting in a rush, “Areyoutouchingyourself?”

And it’s not sexy, except that it’s Nigel, who still blushes when he’s caught staring at her breasts despite the fact that he’s allowed to touch them.

“Do you want me to be?”

“Sydney.” It’s almost a whine. It’s the kind of tone he uses when she’s asked him to do something he thinks is impossible but that he’s perfectly capable of. She’s almost done toying with him, but how could she pass on the opportunity in the first place? There’s a noise on the other end of the phone, as though Nigel is settling onto the bed, pushing papers aside to make room. She pictures him, wearing a shirt and boxers, laying on the bed, phone pressed to his ear, glasses on the table beside him.

“My nipples are hard, Nige, your sweater feels so good.” His breathing speeds up and she knows she’s got him. “I don’t know where to put my hands,” she cajoles him gently.

There’s a shaky breath on the other end of the line. “On your breasts, I want you to cup your breasts and squeeze them gently.”

She follows his instructions, clenching as his voice and words go straight through her. She’s certain she’s wet, desperately wants to check if she’s right, but wants Nigel to tell her to, is willing to wait for that now that he’s decided to play along.

“Pinch your nipples over the sweater. Tug on them. I wish I was there. I want to lick them, pull on them with my teeth, feel you arch under me.”

Sydney suppresses a whimper at his words although she’s not altogether sure she’s successful, not while she’s imagining that he’s doing exactly as she’s saying, imagining it’s his mouth instead of her fingers playing with her.

“I want you to do the same under the sweater, but don’t take it off. I want you wearing it when you come.” His voice is deeper now, more confident, rough with arousal and she gasps at the sudden shift in his tone. If she were to make a guess it would be that he did hear her, that hearing her is driving him over the edge and into a place where he can't help but tell her what he wants.

She wants to know how hard he is, and at what point he started getting hard. She does what he asks of her, rolling her nipples between her fingers before tugging on them. Licking her lips she rolls her hips, her feet planted solidly on the bed now. Teasing is fine when he’s there to do the teasing himself. But she’s no longer in the mood for it, not without his teeth biting at her skin before being soothed over with lips and tongue, not without the weight of him pressing her down into the mattress while she breathed in the scent of fresh sweat.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asks him. Her voice is husky with want all ready, should push him further in the right direction. She wants him to lose control, wants to reduce him to his most primal instincts where he’ll say anything, wants him to bring her to orgasm with her own fingers.

“Yes.” It sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.

“Over your boxers?”

“Yes,” he says tersely.

“How hard are you?” She thinks of Nigel palming himself, a spot of precum appearing on his otherwise pristine underwear. She’s still playing with her breasts, alternating between squeezing, and then tugging and rolling her nipples. It’s not enough. Not when she can feel that her underwear is damp, not when she can hear Nigel’s breath coming in faster and faster pants.

Nigel groans. “I’m so hard. I’ve been hard ever since you told me you were in my bed. You went home, and you missed me, didn’t you? Went to my place, didn’t bring pyjamas, put my sweater on, got under my sheets. Did you bring one of those toys you have in the drawer? Were you going to use it, get yourself off in my bed?”

She’d be embarrassed about being called out like this except that he wanted to talk to her so badly that he called her landline and then her cell phone without even checking the time. Would he have called his own phone next? Would he have figured her out if she hadn’t answered the cell phone? She no longer has to ask him if he knows about the toys, but maybe he’ll still be rattled when she asks him to use one on her.

“I didn’t bring one, but I thought about it,” she admits, more breathlessly than she’d like. She had thought about it a lot. Had picked up a vibrator that was about Nigel’s size, and then put it back, telling herself she was just going to his place to sleep. To herself she could admit that she wanted to surround herself with him since he wasn’t there, that being in his bed and wearing his clothes seemed like the next best option.

It’s new to her, this intense desire for her boyfriend. She’s travelled during relationships without a care that she’s left someone behind. But Nigel had gone to a conference she herself couldn’t go to, and she had gone home at the end of the day to an empty house knowing Nigel wasn’t going to come in late from the library and ramble on about something completely inane. She had missed him, even in the small number of hours he’d been gone. Missed him to the point of going out of her way to his place where the bed is nowhere near as comfortable as her own is, where there is nearly no furniture or food, and had crawled into his bed like an infatuated adolescent.

“I guess you’ll have to use your fingers then,” Nigel growls through the phone. If she’d been holding hers she might have dropped it at the rush between her legs at his words, so unlike him. “I want you to feel how wet you are. I need to know how wet you are. Take the underwear off and touch yourself.”

There’s a new sound coming through the speaker, one she’s familiar with, one that means Nigel has pulled his cock out of his boxers and is stroking it quickly. What did he use for lube? Precum? Spit? Moisturizer from the hotel?

Before he’s finished speaking she’s pushing down her underwear, kicking it off even as she slides two fingers into her slit and moaning at how wet she is. She’s dripping. And part of her knew that, the part of her who realized that her underwear was damp. If she had the vibrator it would slip right in. If she had Nigel he’d slip right in.

“Sydney?”

“What?” she gasps out, two fingers sliding in and out of her entrance.

“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” When she doesn’t reply he asks, “Are you fingering yourself?” His voice is rough, his question broken with a grunt as he strokes himself.

“Yes.” She doesn’t bother telling him which question she’s answering.

“How many fingers?”

“Two.”

“I bet they just slid right in, didn’t they? No resistance whatsoever.”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

Her hips are rolling with each thrust of her fingers, desperate for more. She should’ve brought the vibrator. She catches herself throbbing at the thought of being filled even as she clenches around her fingers. They’re not enough. Tossing her head to the side she takes in a breath that brings the scent of Nigel and for a moment it’s his fingers inside her, rubbing against the front wall in a way that makes her eyes roll back.

“Touch your clit.” Nigel’s voice is wrecked. “Touch it like I would, slow, tight circles.”

She does, shivering as she pulls her fingers out to rub them against her clit, her free hand holding herself open for easier access.

“How does that feel?”

It takes her a moment to reply. “So good. But I’m so empty, I just…”

“If I could be inside you right now, Love, I would. With my fingers, or my tongue, or my cock. I want to feel you throb, I want you to clench around me as though you’re not going to let me go until you’re done. I want you to ride me, whatever part of me, soaking me because you’re so wet.”

“Yes,” she sobs. She needs something a little faster on her clit, wishes she had something to press inside her, but she’s close.

“I’m so close, Syd. I need you to come. Faster on your clit. Whatever you need to do.”

She rubs herself faster, uses her other hand to press inside. He’s panting into her ear, and finally, finally she gets the release she needs. She lets out a string of unintelligible noises as she comes, vaguely aware of the sound of Nigel coming with her through the phone.

There’s a moment of quiet as her breathing goes back to normal, broken a second later by a series of noises that means Nigel dropped the phone or knocked it off the bed and he’s fumbling to get it back. It’s so like Nigel that she can’t help but giggle.

“Syd?” He’s still just short of breath. She’s picturing him laying on his back still, a line of sweat along his hairline, one hand holding the phone to his ear while the other runs through his hair, evidence of his own orgasm across his chest.

“Yeah, Nige?”

“I miss you too.” She closes her eyes at the admission, weightless with it. Of course Nigel doesn’t make her feel any less about missing him. Instead he’s right there with her.

She wishes she had a cord to twirl around her fingers.

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Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Committee: Amendment 14

Ayes: 111 (95.5% Con, 4.5% DUP) Noes: 362 (97.0% Lab, 2.5% Ind, 0.6% SDLP) Absent: ~177

Day's business papers: 2024-9-3

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (106 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Pritchard Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Priti Patel Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Noes

Labour (351 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chi Onwurah Chris Bloore Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Evans Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Betts Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Danny Beales Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Gen Kitchen Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Ian Lavery Ian Murray Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Frith James Naish Janet Daby Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Healey John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Keir Mather Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Margaret Mullane Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin Rhodes Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker Richard Quigley Rosie Duffield

Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett Sarah Champion Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Jones Sarah Owen Sarah Sackman Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Kinnock Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Wes Streeting Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (9 votes)

Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Imran Hussain Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

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