More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
ourselves. On with the story.
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Salida didn’t know how long she laid
on the bed holding the sleeping form of her husband, but it was long enough for
her mind to range over what had happened that morning.
contentment, to humiliation, to anger, to fear and hurt.
think about. She was going to have a
nasty bruise, possibly a black eye, and a sore jaw for some time to come.
fact that the visible evidence of what had happened would be a warning to him
about what the consequences of loosing his temper were, she knew that she
couldn’t entirely blame him for this.
Her own temper had been sparked, and she’d slapped him first.
bright idea when your husband is a psychopath.
hurting her, she had to keep her own temper.
She glanced over at
the alarm clock – it was
shopping a half an hour ago.
This was more important.
Jeffrey stirred in
her arms, and she took the opportunity to shift him off her and onto the
bed. If Sands was the one waking, she
didn’t want to be caught in any position remotely like what had started this
entire mess.
“Where you
“Where do you
think, you bastard? She’s obviously had
enough of this for the time being.”
“Shut the fuck up
Sands,” Jeffrey muttered wearily. He
wasn’t awake enough to deal with this right now.
“I take it you two
worked out your little tiff? Good for
you,” Sands said sarcastically.
Salida gave up and
started getting ready for the day. “Fuck that,” Sand
said, rolling over on his back in the bed and stretching slowly before sitting
up and leaning against the headboard, apparently as unconcerned about his
nudity as Jeffrey was. “I take it that
means you found a place for the three of us to live, sunrise?
Sands said with a shrug. “It’s in a bag
in my room.”
“You bought
something for her?” Jeffrey asked with a suspicious raise of his eyebrow.
“Oh, calm the fuck
down. It’s just a book, and I already
said I just bought it on a whim,” Sands said with a roll of his eyes.
“I don’t know how
much I need,” she said, ignoring the comments about presents, although she was
intrigued about what kind of book he’d gotten for her.
everything to be. And is there in
anything in particular you want me to get?
Something for your room? Or are
you going to take care of that yourself?”
“I hate fucking
shopping,” Sands said with a frown. “I
always had someone else do my fucking shopping for me.”
“I suppose I don’t really care what you get as long as it’s
livable. Is anything furnished, or do
you have to buy everything?”
“Fine,” she sighed,
thinking that her list had just grown even longer.
partially dressed under her clothing, and was unpleasantly surprised to see
that Sands was totally nude.
comment about that morning. “And we’re
probably looking at a thousands dollars per room to buy furniture.
Sands rolled his
eyes at that but grabbed the sheet off of the bed and
wrapped it around his waist before standing up and walking slowly to the
door. “Fine, I’ll get dressed, but I’m
not done talking about this.” He walked
out of the room, bed sheet still wrapped around his waist, wondering to himself
what the big deal was.
before, he thought to himself as he made his was to his own room to get
dressed.
He came back a few
minutes later and threw a plastic bag in Salida’s direction.
with a smirk. He was wearing an ever-present pair of black leather pants, and a
short-sleeved dress shirt that, while blue, was dark enough it might as well
have been black too. “Fine, you said a
thousand dollars per room. How many
rooms are there?”
She looked at the
bag in her hand, and set it away to look at later, wanting to get business out
of the way.
“
off. “Two bedrooms, a spare I w I was
thinking about turning into a rec room, the living
room, the dining room, and one and a half bathrooms.
to stock those. Not to mention we’re
going to need dishes, silverware, a TV, a VCR, a stereo, and whatever else you
think we need.” Salida sighed at the
amount of shopping she was going to need to do.
“Crap, this is going to take me all day,” she muttered, sitting on the
bed and picking up a pen and a pad of paper to make a list.
Sands pursed his
lips and reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and opened
it. “I don’t have that much cash on me,”
he muttered, looking through the contents of his wallet.
my credit cards, but that won’t fucking work either.
that much,” he muttered.
“Credit card?”
and I don’t have to budget nearly so badly.
Not that I’m going to do my best to spend all your money.
long we’re going to be staying.”
“I suppose that
works,” Sands agreed with a nod, putting his wallet away.
staying in
truly hadn’t thought about it. “What’s
the place like?” he asked, moving to sit down on the bed.
“If you don’t like
it, you’ll just have to fucking put up with it anyway, so I don’t know why
you’re asking,” Jeffrey muttered sullenly.
“But fine, whatever. I haven’t
seen it either, only vixen, so we’ll all have to go and take a fucking look at
it sooner or later, but it sounds alright.
Jeffrey said with an absent wave of his hand, trying not to wince as he looked
at her when he said it and saw the slowly forming bruise on her face.
hadn’t made a comment on it, and as long as he didn’t, he would attempt to be
civil.
“What do you
mean? It’s a house.”
Jeffrey didn’t come to her lips as she looked at Sands.
has. Other than the new paint job and
new carpeting, I’m not sure what there is to tell you.
living in. Once there’s furniture, then
there’ll be something to tell you. And
speaking of telling. . .” Salida
reached over and picked up the bag with her present in it, more excited than
she wanted to be or wanted to admit.
She pulled the book
up, and her eyebrows immediately rose.
“Practical Voodoo?” she asked incredulously.
You want me to learn how place a hex on you when I get mad now?”
Sands shrugged. “I
can’t tell you why I got it now. It
amused me at the time. And I don’t
believe in that crap,” he said with a wave of his hand.
somewhere touristy and he took me to a fucking voodoo shop.
is voodoo,’ he said. Whatever.
care. I just bought it on a whim.”
“Oh, if I burned
it, it’d only haunt me for the rest of my life,” she teased him.
shopping to do, and I believe Jeffrey wanted to have a word with you.”
for this, lover.”
“You’re the one who
wanted to interrogate him last night. I
thought you’d have your own questions?” Jeffrey asked with a puzzled frown.
“I don’t think I
like where this is going,” Sands muttered, wondering if he could just get up
and leave.
Salida wondered if
Sands would listen to her if she asked for a few minutes of privacy.
she asked, a bit confused. “I mean, I’m
fine for the moment, but if you don’t want to do this now –”
“I know I fucking
don’t,” Sands interrupted.
Salida ignored
him. “If you don’t want to do this now,
then I’m fine with that too.”
Jeffrey got up and
began pacing as was his habit, causing Sands to gasp a little in surprise at
the sudden movement. “I don’t know if I
have any concerns or not,” he muttered as he paced.
“You don’t have any
concerns. Jut fucking forget it and
leave me be,” Sands said, glaring at Jeffrey out of pure reaction and then
cursing as he realized he couldn’t glare at himself.
sunrise other than her name; in fact you drugged me into fucking oblivion and
then went and got fucking married. Jeffrey pace. “So what makes you think I
should tell you anything about her?” he asked coldly.
“Because I’m not
going to leave you alone until you do,” Jeffrey stated firmly.
this girl. “And for the record, if you had
put your fucking mind to it, you could have probably gotten some information
about vixen out of me. It’s not my fault
you didn’t think of it.”
“Fuck you,” Sands
muttered.
Salida wasn’t sure
what her part in all this was, other than to provide moral support.
for the girl. In her best uninterested
voice, she asked, “What would you do if the girl turned up dead, Sands?”
“I’d hunt down the
bastard who killed her and rip his fucking head off,” he said without
hesitation and then froze, his eyes going wide.
“I-I . . . fuck. Why did you ask
that?” he asked softly, more than a little floored by his immediate response to
the question.
“To see what your
response would be.” And she wasn’t
exactly happy with it. She could only
imagine how Jeffrey was taking it.
Jeffrey rubbed at
is temples with both hands as he continued to pace.
sake!” His pacing continued but Sands
remained silent. “Well, fucking say
something!” Jeffrey shouted at him irritably.
“What do you want
me to say?” Sands asked, still sounded shocked by his admittance.
“Jeffrey . . .
lover . . . you may be overreacting a bit.
What would you have done if had died halfway through our first
date? What did you do when you thought I was dead?”
“That’s different,”
he protested. “You’re mine.
was saying.
What really fucked with him is that he knew Sands did.
be having this fucking conversation.
I to fall in love and get married? Fuck.
your head in.” It was an empty threat.
“I don’t-I didn’t
think I did love her. . .” Sands mumbled, looking somewhat like a deer in the
headlights. “I just met her . . . I
don’t even know her last name. . . .” he admitted, his eyes wide.
“Your point?
knew my last name. And I’m not exactly
using yours either. But that’s
Just what are you going to do about this girl, Sands?
secret? Or the fact that you’re living
with another woman?” She knew she was
being ruthless, forcing him to think about this now, but she didn’t
particularly care. This was a threat to
her and to her marriage. It had to be
dealt with.
It was Sands’ turn
to rub at his temples now. “I don’t
fucking know, alright? I haven’t fucking
thought about any of this.” He got up
and began his own pacing circuit as he talked.
“I’ll have to fucking tell her about Jeffrey
sooner or later. She almost found out
about him the hard way yesterday a few times,” he muttered, silently cursing
his other half. “As for you?
ether, sunrise. And damn you for making
me think about this now,” he said coldly.
A part of him knew that he would have had to think about it sooner
rather than later, but it was easier to take out his frustration on her.
cursing Jeffrey now because he had never felt a stronger need for a cigarette
before. He just wanted something to calm
his fucking nerves and that was the option.
“I’m not forcing
you to do anything. I’m just asking
questions. And with that very comforting
reassurance on both our parts, I think I’m going to go.
“If I say no?”
Sands asked coldly.
“Then I leave, and
your day continues. You’ve still got
another 24 hours to yourself, or whatever.”
Salida was not going to get upset over this.
with a disgruntled Jeffrey.
“Fine.
Take your fucking good-bye kiss,” Sands left with such ferocity – like
slamming a door in Jeffrey’ head – that Jeffrey winced.
sarcastically.
“Sorry.
with the known than the unknown.” She
gave him a one sided smile, coming to stand in front of him.
against his lips before png ang away to look him in the eye.
“You
can fucking count on it, vixen,” Jeffrey promised.
Get me something red,” he said with a wink and a smirk.
“Whatever you say,
my psychotic, passionate lover,” she teased.
And then she left the room without a backwards glance, determined to get
this done – the day and her shopping – as soon as possible.
******************************
Sands stormed out of the hotel room, still fuming and
wanting for a cigarette. “Fuck you all,”
he muttered. “Are you gone, you nosy
bastard?” he asked Jeffrey snidely. He
was in a fucking bad mood already and this was supposed to be his last day
alone from the fucking lovebirds.
“Oh fuck you,
Sands. You knew those fucking questions
had to be asked. And I meant what I said
about marrying her.”
“You’re a fucking
hypocrite, you know that?” Sands said loudly, uncaring of anyone that might
hear him arguing with “himself” as he strode down the hall.
each other before you got married?”
Jeffrey hesitated and Sands jumped on it, “That’s what I fucking
thought. So don’t you dare threaten me,
you bastard.
This is my life too. I have the
fucking right to do whatever the hell I want with it.
know it. I moved across the fucking
country so you and your fucking wifey could live in
the place she wanted. I left fucking
everything because of you. I didn’t even
get to fucking clean out the hotel room when we had to fucking
after your little rampage. Did you
fucking know that?”
“Yes, I was privy
to that fucking information, thanks,” Jeffrey seethed through clenched teeth.
Sands didn’t
comment as he entered the elevator when the doors opened up and rode it all the
way down to the lobby. When the doors
opened on a floor other than the one he wanted, he glared at the man who stood
in front of him, wanting the use of the elevator and sneered, “What the fuck
are you looking at? Can’t you see this
one’s full?” He was almost hoping that
the man would start something – he was in the mood for some violence – but the
man just held up his hands and walked away.
“Fucking pansy,” Sands muttered as doordoors closed and the elevator
started moving once more.
“What the fuck is
your problem? Calm the fuck down or
you’re going to get us both in fucking trouble,” Jeffrey said, somewhat
surprised that he was the calm one for a change.
talk Sands down, however.
“Oh fuck you.
shit. Just leave me fucking alone.
far away from you.”
“And just how do
you plan to do that, you bastard? We
share the same fucking body. You can’t
get away from me,” Jeffrey muttered, starting to grow angry himself, which was
not good. He needed to calm Sands the
fuck down before he went out and killed someone.
do it if pushed. “You want to get rid of
me? Fine.
Assure me that you’re not going to go out and kill someone before your
little . . . date and I’ll leave.” The
doors opened up to the hotel lobby and Sands strode purposefully, not saying a
word, which Jeffrey was thankful for.
killing someone was one thing.
the middle of a crowded public building was entirely another.
“And what if I
don’t want to calm the fuck down?” Sands asked once they were out of the
building. But he could already feel
himself doing what Jeffrey had asked.
Spending his last free day in jail was not what he felt like fucking
doing. “Alright, fine.
moving to sit down on a park bench so that he could roll a cigarette.
he muttered under his breath.
Jeffrey didn’t
reply to that. He simply left Sands
alone and prayed to fucking God that when he came back it wouldn’t be in a
fucking jail cell.
******************************
Sands knew he was early, but he didn’t fucking care.
Jeffrey had been long and boring. All he
wanted to do was to see Aida again. He
needed to know if what he thought he was feeling was real or not.
and waited for her rehearsal to be finished impatiently.
The woman in
question was so focused on getting through rehearsal so she could get on with
the rest of her day, that she never even noticed that she had an audience.
the dressing room she shared with the woman playing Bianca, and back to the
door before realizing that her lover from the night before was there.
She’d opened the
door to leave, when she was pulled into a pair of tight arms, her lips tingling
as they were thoroughly kissed.
After several
seconds she was released, and she looked up to find Sands standing there, a
very serious look on his face. “Well,
hello to you too,” she breathed.
“Hello, spitfire,”
he murmured, cracking a small smile.
“Did you miss me?” the question was asked without the usual humor it
would have been asked with, and Aida no doubt noticed.
could respond to his previous comment.
“We need to talk. Yes, I know how
that fucking sounds, but we do.”
“Okay,” she said
slowly, taking his hand in hers. He led
her out a back fire escape, and hailed a taxi, telling the cabbie to take them
to the nearest park.
Ten minutes and
nearly twenty dollars later, they were strolling through a quiet park, filled
with statues, fountains, and keep off the grass signs.
Aida noticed how
serious Sands was, and as much as she wanted to ask what was wrong, she
didn’t. It wasn’t her style.
until then, she’d enjoy the sun on her back, and his hand in hers.
Sands opened and
closed his mouth several times – feeling like an idiot – before he finally
managed to get the words to come.
“There’s something I should have told you yesterday,” he began, already
dreading her response to the conversation he knew they had to have.
as well just come out and say it. Stop
being such a fucking pansy. “I-I
have, well, the technical name for it is associative identity disorder.
with a wince.
Aida shook her head
as if she were trying to tell herself that she’d heard wrong.
streets, homeless and clueless or were so doped up on meds that they couldn’t
react with the real world.
was normal.
Pulling free of
Sands, Aida went and sat down on the rim of a nearby fountain, remaining silent
as Sands came over and sat next to her.
“I don’t understand,” she finally whispered.
Sands laughed
bitterly at that. “You think so?
I? You remember yesterday, when I left
after your rehearsal to use the bathroom?
Well, I didn’t leave to use the bathroom, Aida.
although that’s what it looked like, but with my fucking alternate personality
– Jeffrey. I’m not normal, Aida.
never be fucking normal.”
The tone of his
voice was scaring her. She sat in
silence for a good five minutes, trying to digest what he’d told her, but it
did her no good.
Taking a deep
breath, she turned her head and looked at him for the first time since he’d
broken his news. “This had better not be
a joke, or I’ll –”
“It’s not,
spitfire. Or if it is, I’m not fucking
laughing either.”
Aida nodded,
“Because I knew
that if I ever wanted to have a chance with you, I’d have to tell you sooner or
later. You would have eventually
witnessed it yourself, and I didn’t want that happening without you at least
knowing what was happening to me.
Jeffrey’s not shy. He would have
showed up to say hello sooner or fucking later.”
talked about Jeffrey was probably scaring her a little, but there was nothing
he could do about it. “He almost did
yesterday, as it was,” he muttered under his breath, but Aida heard him anyway.
“What do you mean?”
she asked, not fully understanding what he was talking about.
always on medications? “I’m sorry, but I
just don’t understand.”
“What don’t you
understand, spitfire? And don’t say
‘everything,’ because I don’t think I can explain that much.
“You have a voice
in you head?” she asked. He nodded.
it’s more than a voice?” He talked about
this ‘Jeffrey’ like he would another person.
“While he’s similar
in some ways other than the obvious ones,” he motioned to his appearance,
hoping she’d catch the gesture, “He’s an entirely different person.
wife. He should have told her the
rest of it – he would eventually – but right now wasn’t the time.
having enough fucking trouble with this.
Time to throw down the fucking gauntlet.
to,” he said with a sigh. “You’d see for
yourself.”
“No,” she said
quickly. “I’m not ready for that.”
If she had to face that . . . she didn’t know what she would do.
felt that whatever it is that we have, that it was important enough to tell me
this?” What she really wanted to know
was if he thought she was important
enough, and she dreaded the answer.
“I don’t know what
it is that we had exactly, spitfire. But
I do know that I had to tell you. I
didn’t want to lose you if you found out about . . . what I am the hard way and
left me. I still don’t.
at his feet and feeling like a wuss.
“Damn,” she
murmured. Caring was too much.
I thank you for your honesty,” she said, finally standing, even though
she was a bit unsteady on her feet. “Umm
. . . I’d like to go home now,” she whispered, not daring to meet his
eyes. Just today, she promised herself.
I can’t lead him on like this, but
I don’t have anything to tell him yet anyway.
So it’s best that we just let things . . . end.
doctor today. She’d forgotten until now.
“So what, that’s
it? I fucking tell you all of this and
you want to go home? I only have today,
spitfire. I’ve been given today.”
“I fucking realize now that telling you all of this will lose you to me,
but what the hell,” he said bitterly, and went on, “Yes, I share my body with
another person. What I didn’t fucking
tell you was that other person – Jeffrey – is married.
fucking newlywed.” He held up his finger
with the permanent wedding ring etched onto it.
“I have to share my fucking life with not one but two other people. I live
here in
and his fucking wife,
Salida whatever the fuck her name is.
And I’ve been given today, and yesterday, by myself.
Two days. That’s fucking
all. Two days of fucking peace in the
hailstorm.” He was ranting, but he
didn’t care any longer. “And I
another fucking delusion from the crazy man.
Hell, maybe you’re not even real,” he said with a laugh that was nowhere
near happy-sounding. “I have to put up
with thoughts like that every single day.
I’m sorry you can’t handle it, I’m sorry you’re probably fucking scared
of me now, but this is my life – such as it is – and there is absolutely
with it.”
Aida stared at him,
wide-eyed for a moment, her mouth hanging open.
How was she supposed to answer that?
“I-I wanted you to come with me, Sands.”
She didn’t want to be alone today any more than he did.
“Fine. I’ll go,”
Sands said, his shoulders slumping a little.
He then cursed himself.
looking at her.
“O-okay,” she
stuttered. In truth, she was a little
scared of him, but most of what she felt was overwhelming sympathy and
understanding. How could she not?
was worth what was left of her.
But even this
wasn’t enough to keep her from trembling as she took his hand in hers
again. “I can’t promise how much I’ll
talk, but I’m more than willing to listen.”
******************************
The ride back to her apartment was quiet, the only sound in
the vehicle that of the cabbie humming to the radio.
car and back into the open air. She led
Sands up the steps to the front door, and up the two flights of stairs to her
apartment. She unlocked and opened her
door, allowing them both to step inside, then made her
move.
Shutting and
locking the door behind her, she twirled to slam Sands back into the wall,
pulling his head down for a desperate kiss, parting her lips the moment she
felt him begging for entrance.
They never even
made it to the love seat, much less the bedroom.
Sands lifted her in his arms and thrust into her without delay, pressing her
firmly against the wall as he rammed into her over and over.
she could.
Sands wasn’t
patient, he wasn’t gentle; he took what he needed and didn’t care about the
rest. He was probably hurting her as he
rammed her against the wall, but he didn’t care.
contact. As much as he liked to make
himself forget about it, he needed other people.
alone.
and Jeffrey had their own world – they would have dislodged him from every
aspect of it if they had had the choice, and he knew it.
– which was seldom, he was a master at self-delusion –
he envied what they had together. When
he finally came, he did so with a moan, and buried his face in her shoulder and
held her tightly.
Aida winced as he
used her, but didn’t try to stop him.
She’d offered this, and she wasn’t sorry.
was holding her so tightly, enough to hold him back as he found release.
he came back to himself.
him to the bedroom to get a ket,ket, and then back out to the living room.
movie into her VCR – she wasn’t really paying attention – and then came back
and settled against him. It wasn’t
enough. She grabbed spillpillows to make
herself comfortable, then reclined against one of the
arms, making Sands move with her. His
head rested on her chest and she stroked his temple and combed her fingers
through his hair, waiting for him to talk to her.
“I don’t know why I
laid all that off on you earlier. I
guess I needed to talk,” he said softly.
He felt like a bit of a shit for using her, but he didn’t feel
sorry. He needed it, he didn’t regret
it, and she had offered it. “I’m sorry I
didn’t tell you about this yesterday, but ‘Hi, I’m Sands and I’m a
schizophrenic’ didn’t exactly have a good ring to it,” he said
sarcastically. “I fucking hate it.
two people that stole your life away from you while you were helpless to stop
it . . . that is another fucking thing entirely,” he said bitterly, cursing
Jeffrey and Salida both, and tensing when he felt Jeffrey stir within his head
before he went back to sleep or whatever the fuck he did when he was away.
She knew how he
felt, how much it hurt to watch your life become ruled by something you’d never
chosen, but she didn’t say anything.
It’d only sound trite.es'>
Clichéd. Instead, she tightened
her arms around him, lending what strength she could.
“They fucking treat
me like some kind of leper. Jeffrey and
I – well, we’ve never gotten along, and sunrise would never question taking her
dear husband’s side,” he said coldly before laughing humorlessly.
But somehow sunrise was able to take over.”
sound. “That’s another thing I have to
deal with every day. The idea that
Jeffrey would steal what little of my life is still mine if given the chance.
gnat in his ear. Something irritating,
but ultimately able to be ignored.”
“I-I don’t know how
to help you,” she whispered. “I don’t
have anything to offer beyond this – nothing beyond my body and a pair of
ears.” God, when she put it that way,
she might as well be a prostitute. “I
want to spend time with you, and I’m willing to whenever we both can . . .
laugh. “Am I helping, or should I stick
to being the strong, silent, type?”
“You can’t help
me. No one fucking can.
I always will. But talk to me,
please? No one ever talks to me.
he muttered, hating himself for asking, but not able to take it back now.
are to ask me for money, tell me to fucking behave like a well-trained dog, or
when they tell me to leave so that they can be fucking alone,” he said
slowly.es'> “I don’t know why I’m telling
you all of this. I don’t want your
pity. I don’t deserve your pity. If you
knew the things I’d done, you’d stay far, far away from me.”
“Then don’t tell
me,” she whispered, “because I’m just getting comfortable.”
“I don’t care.
I think our conversation at dinner yesterday may have been the first,
and only real conversation I’ve had since I came here,” he admitted, somewhat
surprised at the realization.
“Ok.”
haunted man. “My female co-workers are
all extremely ous ous of me. They saw
you at the theater yesterday, and knew a good thing when they saw it.
morning, let me tell you.”
“Oh really?” a
ghost of a smile passed over Sands’ face.
class=GramE>?’ Although
appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?”
Aida ignored
that. “They wanted to know how good you
are in bed. They didn’t think I could
tell them, though,” she smirked. “They
said you were emelemely hot, had a nice smile, and a great ass.
Sands laughed then,
and it very nearly didn’t sound forced.
“I wish I could fucking say that my experiences
in telling sunrise and Jeffrey about you had been half as enjoyable.
because I came home later than I was supposed to, and I made some offhand
comment about meeting someone. Of course
they took their time interrogating me earlier today in good old-fashioned game
of ‘bad cop, bad cop,’” he said with a short laugh.
got injured this time,” he said with a scowl.
“You’re not exactly
alone in that,” she murmured. “I
remember several knock-down, drag out fights with my sisters that included
plenty of black eyes and split lips. We
weren’t really what you’d call a close family.
My parents actually got divorced twice, but always ending up mending
fences and getting re-married.”
Sands snorted.
know who’s had his finger broken in essence by ‘himself,’ or Jeffrey, as the
case might be.” He fingered his once
broken finger thoughtfully. “You know
what, forget it. It’s not your
problem. I don’t know why I’m fucking
dumping all of this on you, so just forget I said anything,” he said, feeling
awkward all of a sudden. s'> He didn’t like
it.
Sands. No man is an island.”
feeling that she knew this first hand.
“But I also don’t want to intrude where I’m not wanted.”
“I might as fucking
well be sometimes,” Sands muttered before he could stop himself.
stand them anymore, spitfire. thought of having to go back to that makes me feel fucking sick.”
“Then take me with
you,” she whispered, not sure what she was saying was really smart.
either. “It’s not like I have a whole
lot invested here.”
Sands didn’t
hesitate; he didn’t think about the consequences, he just agreed.
to put up with things you said you weren’t ready for,” he whispered, not
wanting to bring Jeffrey up, especially now, but left with no other choice.
“Then I guess I’ll
just have to go with the flow then, won’t I?”
Sands laughed
bitterly at that. “It’s more than just
people that want nothing more than for you to be out of their lives.
idea of a happy little fucking home
on its fucking head. They will do all
that they can to get rid of you. And
there’s more.”
moment; he was feeling self-destructive, and he knew it.
Jeffrey, spitfire,” he said, waiting for her to ask why.
She asked why, but
it wasn’t quite what he wanted. “Why are
you trying to drive me away?” Her voice
was small and hurt. “If you want me to
stay here, that’s all you need to say.”
“I’m not trying to
drive you away, spitfire. I’m trying to
warn you. Jeffrey’s killed people.
would have been too fucking easy,” he was clearly speaking to himself now.
spitfire?”
“You hate me?” she
asked timidly, unsure if she were making a joke or really asking a question.
“It means I don’t
feel guilt, spitfire. I don’t have a
conscience. Or if I do, I choose not to
listen to it. I know what society’s rules
are; I just choose to ignore them. They
don’t apply to me. They never
have.” He hesitated.
And I don’t kill for reasons or purpose; I kill simply because I like
it. It’s what I’m made for,
spitfire.” He knew he was probably
digging his own grave with each word, but he couldn’t stop himself now.
rampages and kill people at random. Or
that I want to kill you. I don’t.
And I don’t fucking hate you. I
wasn’t lying when I said I cared for you.
Maybe . . . maybe it’s even more than that, I don’t know.”
now. I won’t stop you.
“You’d let me send
you to jail?” If he kept this up, he was
going to make her cry. There was no way
she could turn him in now. She kissed
him on the forehead, and then asked, “Will I get hurt if I go with you?”
“Yes, I’d let you
send me to jail,” he said, opening his eyes wide in shock at that.
there. I’d be busting my way out as soon
as fucking possible.” He sighed, and
forced himself to answer the question he had been hoping she wouldn’t ask.
wouldn’t get hurt, but I can’t. I can’t
control Jeffrey, as much as I might want to.
But you’ll have to be wary of sunrise too.
a blatant threat to her marriage.”
“But do you
practical or not, she’d put herself in danger for him.
“Yes. I really do,”
Sands admitted softly. “I don’t want to
sound fucking pathetic, but I fucking need
you to come, spitfire. If only for what
little sanity I seem to have left. I
need an ally in that fucking place, and I’m not ready to just say goodbye to
you just because they fucking tell me I have to.
“Okay, then I’ll
come.”
They continued
talking long enough for the tape to finish and rewind itself.
felt like going out for an early dinner, so Sands ordered a pizza.
partially dressed – Sands was wearing his pants, and Aida had gleefully claimed
his shirt for the time being. He let
her, not admitting to himself that he liked seeing her in it, deciding that she
looked no tha than adorable since it was nearly long enough on her to reach
halfway to her knees.
They ate, Aida
doing what she could to distract both of them, but not doing a very good job.
“Why do you keep
doing that?” Sands asked, feeling as relaxed as he had at any point during the
day.
“Doing what?”
“That’s the eighth
time you’ve looked at the clock in the last twenty minutes.
Got a hot date tonight?”
She gave him a
one-sided smile. “Yeah.
I believe we’re going out for a slice of pie, although you’re welcome to
make me a counter offer.”
It was a good
cover, but he knew a distraction when he saw it.
“Nothing.
“It must be a
pretty fucking important phone call to have you this worked up over it.
asked slowly.
“Just my
doctor. I went in for a physical last
week, and she was supposed to call with some test results.”
“You wouldn’t be
looking at the clock like you thought it was going to blow up in your face if
it was just something as simple as that. “Sands . . .
couch where she’d been slouching, pulling a little away from him in the
process. He’d been so honest with her
earlier, that she found she couldn’t do anything but ghim him the truth.
form of brain tumor three years ago. My
check-up was to see if I was still clean.”
She couldn’t look at him, could only wait for his response.
“You’re . . . oh
God.” The blood seemed to drain out of
Sands’ face. He didn’t bother asking if
she was serious. He knew she was serious. He
also knew that the phone call she was so desperately waiting for – the test
results – would be positive. He didn’t
care if he was being pessimistic. He had
been fucked over by God, fate, whatever, all his fucking life.
do anything else. The moment he had
heard the word ‘tumor,’ his world had shifted, and a wall had been erected
between him and his emotions. He could
feel those emotions warring to get out like he could
feel Jeffrey in the back of his head, but he wouldn’t let them.
“This is where you
tell me you have to go, isn’t it?” she asked.
She’d heard that tone too often to mistake it.
moment they hear it, I cease to exist as anything but a lump of cancer
cells. That single word robs me of my
life just as surely as yours is being robbed from you.
I have relapsed, there’s hope, but
not any that I can financially afford.
And whether I’m still here in a year, or if I’m gone, you won’t know,
because this will be the last I hear from you.
Don’t try to deny it . . . it’s happened too often for me to mistake
that tone in your voice. ‘Nice meeting
you, have a nice life, and don’t make me think about things that make me
uncomfortable.’ And I stand by, and do
my best to oblige others. Just like I’ll
do for you when you walk out that door.”
Without looking at him, she stood up and started unbuttoning the shirt
she was wearing. “You’ll want this back,
I’m sure. And I assure you that you’re
not going to catch anything from me, because some people seem to believe that
as well.”
And with that, the
wall was ripped down and rage was loosed.
“Don’t you fucking do that to me!
first two fingers of his right hand against his temple violently, “trying to do
my fucking thinking for me without you trying to do it too,” he hissed.
that I’m getting fucked over, just like always. Of
course you’ve got a brain tumor,” he laughed then, and it was not a sane sound,
“how could you not? The only thing good
that I’ve probably ever had in my fucking life is you, and you’re going to
die. Isn’t that just fucking
typical? Well fuck it!
refuse! I’ve had fucking enough!
well I’ve got boatloads, sugarbutt! More
than you could fucking count!
arms wide and laughed a little maniacally.
“We’re going to cheat them all, you and I.
blow my fucking head off and join you in death.
How about that, spitfire? Becautherthere is no way in fucking hell I’m just going to give up on you now.
to just bend over and take it any longer!”
Her eyes narrowed
at him. “You’re getting fucked?
Excuse me if I take exception to that.
I’m glad that you find me worthwhile enough to fight for me, but I
resent the fact that you believe that my past difficulties only happened to
make you feel as if you were being fucked over.”
She advanced on him
as she spoke, no longer scared of him.
“And another thing.
at him. “Don’t go giving me a positive
diagnoses when you don’t know a polyp from a pancreas.
to live like I could drop dead at any moment, and if that’s what you see when
you look at me – if you see someone who’s so weak that she’s going to pass out
if she gets bad news – then you can take your money and shove it up your
ass. I’ve beat this once, and I don’t
plan on letting anything beat me now.
to be your charity case. And if I
because I want to, not because
doctor's voice droned in her ear. “. .
That snapped her
back. “Someone had to do it,” she said
in what she hoped sounded like her normal voice.
appointment to come in, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes.
“Of course.
side and her head hanging down before she crumpled to the floor, trying to deal
with this, totally forgetting that Sands was still there.
Sands didn’t bother
asking her what the doctor had said – he wasn’t a moron – he simply moved to
her side and held her, forcing himself to allow her the time to come to terms
with this on her own, no matter how much what was left of his murderous heart
might be screaming at him. He simply
held her and offered his support in the same way she had to him; by simply
being there and listening if she wanted to talk about it.
She didn’t want to
talk. She had nothing to say.
And that’s not something she wanted to say out loud.
herself that relapse was likely, she’d never fully believed it.
wasn’t. The tears came faster, and a sob
built in her throat, emerging as a painful whine as she turned her face to hide
from Sands, her hands latching onto the arms he’d wrapped around her.
“Go,” she said with
a shudder. “I don’t want you to see me
like this. Not like this.”
“No,” he said
without thought or pause. “I said I
wasn’t leaving you and I’m a man of my word.
I also warned that you would have a hard time getting rid of me.
hair with a gentle caress before continuing, “You didn’t leave me.
you could have ignored me. You held me
when you could have pushed me away. You
accepted me when you could have turned away.
If you think I’m not willing to do the same thing for you in a fucking
heartbeat then you’ve got another thing coming,
spitfire. And that’s what you are; my
little spitfire. My:yes'> How did he know? she wondered, as her
doctor's voice droned in her ear. “. .
That snapped her
back. “Someone had to do it,” she said
in what she hoped sounded like her normal voice.
appointment to come in, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes.
“Of course. Sands didn’t bother She didn’t want to “Go,” she said with “No,” he said “I fucking hate She wept bitterly Finally, ten . . . “I hate this,” she “You’re not alone She sniffed. “Well I suppose “I suppose I can do “Just . . . make my She shook her head, Sands hated seeing Aida felt a Pushing on his Sands didn’t Aida whined in the “Sands –” “Shh,” he soothed, Reluctantly Aida “We had our quick, Aida nodded her “Not quite a purr, Aida let a few more “I know,” he said “Anywhere. He was not a man made Her eyes were He certainly wasn’t “Sands . . .” the Aida could feel her These thoughts were As these thoughts With single-minded “Oh dear god,” Aida Letting the Seeing that she was Sands didn’t know No matter how many “Thank you,” she “You’re welcome, “Not really. “If that’s what you Aida yawned and “I can do that,”
side and her head hanging down before she crumpled to the floor, trying to deal
with this, totally forgetting that Sands was still the/p>
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asking her what the doctor had said – he wasn’t a moron – he simply moved to
her side and held her, forcing himself to allow her the time to come to terms
with this on her own, no matter how much what was left of his murderous heart
might be screaming at him. He simply
held her and offered his support in the same way she had to him; by simply
being there and listening if she wanted to talk about it.
talk. She had nothing to say.
And that’s not something she wanted to say out loud.
herself that relapse was likely, she’d never fully believed it.
wasn’t. The tears came faster, and a sob
built in her throat, emerging as a painful whine as she turned her face to hide
from Sands, her hands latching onto the arms he’d wrapped around her.
a shudder. “I don’t want you to see me
like this. Not like this.”
without thought or pause. “I said I
wasn’t leaving you and I’m a man of my word.
I also warned thou wou would have a hard time getting rid of me.
hair with a gentle caress before continuing, “You didn’t leave me.
you could have ignored me. You held me
when you could have pushed me away. You
accepted me when you could have turned away.
If you think I’m not willing to do the same thing for you in a fucking
heartbeat then you’ve got another thing coming,
spitfire. And that’s what you are; my
little spitfire. My little slip of a woman
who must have some lioness in her because I’ve seen you fucking roar.
it,” she whispered. “I hate knowing my
own body is betraying me and trying to kill me.
I hate feeling as if my body has a death wish and my mind only wants to
Her small hands bunched into fists and slammed into his shoulders.
started wracking her body, making her tremble in his arms.
as he held her; her sobs were painful to listen to because of all the different
emotions they held. Despair.
Fear. Betrayal.
Now and again, the sobs were interspersed with screams that showed her
do god knows what, but Sands didn’t let go.
He let her abuse his body, encouraged by the strength she was
using. She was strong.
twenty . . . thirty minutes later, she ground to a halt, her body now shaking
with her attempts to regain her breath, and more charmingly, hiccuppan
pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She was still refusing to meet his eyes, her
hair in her face and her face buried in his neck, but she was clinging to him.
repeated. “I hate it.
contained inside me, and now it’s suddenly gone.
tears.” She could feel sweat drying on
her face and back, but ignored it. “Last
time . . . the last time I got this news, I was alone.
alone. I’d just lost a roommate, and
was looking for another, and I haven’t been on speaking terms with my family
for years. I had to fucking face all of
it alone, all while feeling empty of anything but cold determination.
this time, spitfire. I’m here.
if that’s what you want. You’re not
going to scare me away. I don’t scare
easily, remember? You’re not alone,” he
repeated. He needed to make sure she
understood that. He laughed then
briefly, “And if you’re still serious about moving in with me, you’ll have more
than enough company.
that’s something,” he muttered with a shrug.
“I’d ask if you were alright, but I won’t.
tell you, I’m beginning to miss the untamable temptress that I met
yesterday. That may sound callous of me
– telling you to snap out of it – but it’s the way I am.
thought with some amazement. “Just
because I’m not sobbing anymore doesn’t mean that I’m feeling any better,
Sands. And no, I’m not quite ‘dealing’
with it yet. Tomorrow I’ll deal with it.
greet the world with a smile . . . but tonight I’m feeling miserable, ugly, and
desolate. I want to curl up in a ball
and pretend that the rest of the world isn’t here.
that if I can’t see it, then it can’t see me, and its
not real. Tonight I need . . .
life feels like.”
that,” he said, holding her close. “I
certainly don’t have any other place I’d rather be.
small frown. “How can I remind you what
life feels like? I’m not exactly an
expert on the subject. My life is pretty
fucked up, all things considered.
himself.
body feel alive. Make love to me,” she
pleaded, raising her lips to brush lightly against his own.
could ever mistake you as fragile, spitfire,” Sands said softly, moving a
curled lock of hair out of her face.
“But if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get,” he said with
a wink. “How about we try the bed this
time?” Before she could give an answer,
he had picked up her petite form in his arms and carried her to her bedroom,
depositing her on the bed. “I know.
fragile, but it was quicker that way, and I’m not a patient man.”
looking up at him. “I liked it.
to get my ass into bed. And sometimes –
sometimes – a girl likes to feel fragile.
Delicate. Treasured.
Leaning back on the bed, she crooked a single finger, beckoning him to
join her. “Remind me that I’m not
alone.” Despite her body language, her
eyes still had a defeated light to them.
her like this, and didn’t bother hiding it.
He didn’t comment however as he knelt down on the bed and crawled over
to her, unbuttoning the last few buttons of the blue shirt of his that she
wore. “It looks better on you,” he said
with a smirk. “Remind you that you’re
nlonelone, I can do that,” he said with a somewhat wicked smirk.
one of them had to at least act like it, or this would get very old, very
fast. He leaned over and started laying
gentle kisses across her chest and shoulders, showing her every bit of care and
devotion he had neglected earlier when he had just took her violently against
the wall. He had needed that, and now
she needed this. She needed to be
cherished. After a few dozen more light
kisses, he moved to her mouth and kissed her passionately, putting all the
confusing emotions concerning her that he was still slightly reeling over into
the kiss. He tried to let her know he
would do anything for her at this very moment with that kiss.
staggered sigh leave her as Sands deepened the kiss, slowly parting her lips
and dipping his tongue into her mouth.
She loved slow, passionate sex, and he – while she could tell he was
feeling impatient with her – was certainly taking his time.
narrowing, until all she was aware of was the bed beneath her and her lover
above her. But as much as she
appreciated his slow pace, she did
miss having the freedom to touch him.
shoulders, she whimpered as he tried to break the kiss, thinking that was what
she wanted. She pressed against him as
she made him sit up, moving with him.
Once upright, she stripped the silk shirt from her shoulders and moved
onto her knees. Like this, they were the
same height, and she reveled in it. Her
hands started sliding over his smooth chest without direction as small moans
started pingping her. She needed to feel
his arms around her.
hesitate to wrap his arms tight around her, seeing that this was what
wa
wanted. Once he had done that, he pulled
her close, enjoying he sensation of her bare chest against his, and reclaimed
her lips in a kiss. He could take things
slow. He prided himself on his control.
daze she had fallen into.
could do anything further at this point anyway.
While she was completely naked in his arms, he was still wearing his
leather pants. He could feel his
erection straining at the confinement, but there was nothing he could do about
it now while she was in his arms and he was sitting on the bed, so he didn’t
move, only continued the kiss, moving his hands over her naked back slowly.
back of her throat, suddenly desperate to be closer to him.
his back, pulling her body flush with his.
Her lips became aggressive while her fingers dug into the muscles of his
back greedily and she started moving mindlessly against his growing
erection. She hurt deep inside her, and all she knew was she needed to fill the
emptiness that was corroding a hole in her chest.
for some reason held back. Something was
telling him that a mindless fuck was not what she needed now, and as much as he
might want to ignore it – and fucking hated himself for not – he pulled his
mouth away from hers. “Whoa, spitfire.”
brushing some hair out of her face.
“Just let me take care of things.
Of you.”
nodded, and allowed him to put some distance between them.
violent, fuck earlier, spitfire. It’s
what I wanted, what I needed, and I thank you for it.
think you know it.” He ran his hands
down her shoulders absently, just touching her.
“I do care for you, spitfire, whether you believe it or not.
and he went on. “Then I will.
didn’t pull her as close as he had before.
He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself a second time if she
started rubbing herself against his lap again.
“If you want to lie down on the bed, just say something, but it’s kinda
nice having you at my height,” he said with a small smile, moving in to kiss
her gently. He wanted tomoremore
forceful, but he wouldn’t let himself.
His hands moved over her body in gentle movements, moving more to caress
than arouse, but arousal wasn’t far from his mind.
aware of his pants constricting around thighs.
But he did his best to ignore it; forced himself to think on other
things. It didn’t really work, but he
didn’t know what else to do. “You’re
beautiful, spitfire. My fiery little
lioness. I will see you roar again,” he
promised with a smile. “But for now, I’d
settle for a purr.” He laughed a little
at that. One of his hands moved to her
front, still touching her as gently as before.
He leaned in to kiss her forehead before moving to nuzzle her neck
softly. When her hands moved up to touch
him, he whispered softly to her, “You can touch me if you really want to, but
this is about you, spitfire. About
showing you just how nothing has changed in how I feel about you.”
things he wasn’t ready to, but he couldn’t stop himself.
they shared, and the silence in the room that made him want to be honest with
her.
understanding, and let her desperation die down a bit.
her hands through his hair, pulling back to examine the color and texture.
face, her eyes darting over it almost as if she were afraid he still might
leave her. When Sands moved to cup her
cheek, she turned her face to kiss his palm, nuzzling it as her eyes slipped
shut. He was here, and he was taking the
time to meet her needs – all of them – and she loved it.
sponge, a soft hum finally rumbling through her chest as his softly calloused
hands started running up and down her sides.
but it’ll do,” Sands said softly in reference to her hum.
his gentle ministrations. He could see
how she needed this, and knew that it would eventually help her regain her
emotional footing. And at least one of
them had to be grounded when they faced Jeffrey and
or the couple would probably tear them to pieces.
happen. He continued his hands’
movements down her sides over her waist and as far down her thighs as he could
reach before moving to cup her ass with both hands.
moved his hands up her back. He was
determined to keep control of himself – whatever it took – until she was the
one to initiate more. His pants were
still a fucking uncomfortable hindrance, but they also helped him keep his
control in hand. He wouldn’t do anything
else until she was the one who pulled them off.
And God, he hoped it wouldn’t be long.
moments of gentle intimacy go by before she shifted away from him.
arousal, she moved until she was lying down on the bed, her arms held out to
him. “Keep touching me . . .
please.” She needed him so badly right
now; needed the strength of his arms, the confidence of his lips,
mattress. “I need you,” she whispered.
slowly. It wasn’t said with arrogance,
but with acceptance. He knew she ne
hi
him just as much as hew hew he needed her.
“Where do you want me to touch you, spitfire?” he asked, his voice not
much above a whisper as he kissed a line down the middle of her chest, between
her breasts, and stopping at her bellybutton.
Unable to express what she was feeling, she tangled a hand in his hair
to bring his face up to hers, while her other hand grabbed one of his and
placed it on her hip, dangerously close to the thatch of hair that hid her
mounting desire. “Like this,” she
murmured as her eyes sli shu shut and she raised her head to meet his lips.
of fucking stone. His hand trembled
slightly as he spread her legs apart so he could more easily touch her, and he
began to run his hand up and down her thigh and hip slowly, not touching that
tantalizing triangle of hair and what lay hidden within.
other leg, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and let his fingertips
dance over her clit softly, before breaking the kiss to look at her face,
wanting to see her reaction.
closed and she was softly biting her lower lip.
He brushed against her again, and this time her breathing hitched and
her hand tightened in his hair. “Oh,
please yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs even further.
going to decline a request like that. He
moved his long fingers up and down the contours of her sex slowly, feeling
himself grow just a little bit more aroused with each noise she made.
finger deep inside of her as he used his thumb to caress her clit in slow
circles. He had to fight to be patient
now, but he knew that she’d make it up to him if he did.
fucking better. It wasn’t easy to
act charitable when all the blood in your body was currently residing between
your legs, but he managed well enough for now.
name was whispered so softly that he barely heard it, even though his face was
mere inches from hers. If it hadn’t been
for the movement of her lips, he wouldn’t have thought the sigh was anything
more than that. With a strained chuckle,
he lowered his head to place wet kisses on her neck.
body growing more and more aroused, and she embraced it.
until she dropped to the mattress too tired to do anything but immediately fall
into a deep sleep. She was glad tomorrow
was Friday and that she didn’t have practice.
Fridays were the days that the understudies practiced, and she had the
feeling that hers was going to need it.
fleeting though, as the skilled touches on her body drove her towards the peak
. . . and suddenly stopped. No, the
touches hadn’t stopped, they’d just ceased being
enough to bring her release. What she needed
was Sands’ body moving tenderly inside hers, not his fingers.
chest, not being teased with light touches.
She needed his arms around her and hers around him.
fluttered through her mind, she pulled Sands’ over her and her hands slipped
down his chest and stomach until they reached the waist of his pants.
him and his arousal lightly, slow and curious, but the sound that was wrenched
from his throat at that move was enough to convince her not to tease.
entered her.
purpose, Aida unonedoned the leather pants and pulled down the zipper, her ears
ringing with their mingled groans as his aroused length sprung free.
memory of how he’d pleasured her last night, and she felt a rush of moisture
between her legs. “Please,” she gasped,
suddenly out of breath. “I need you
inside me . . . now.”
forced himself to remove his pants completely from his legs before giving her
what they both wanted. He would have just said fuck it and thrust into her with
his pants around his legs, but the leather was already sticking to his skin
with sweat and that was irritating. Once
he had removed them as fast as he could manage, he moved back over to her and
propped himself above her, his throbbing erection poised at her waiting entrance.
that she was more than ready for him.
And with that decided, he wasted no more time and thrust into her with a
singular movement.
Heaven. Oh God she’s so fucking
hot. Sands couldn’t hold back a moan
at their initial joining, but he kept his control . . . barely.
because he knew that if he sped up his control would be surely ripped from him,
and he wasn't ready to end things yet.
“Sweet God, spitfire,” he moaned against her shoulder, enjoying the
feeling of her breasts sliding across his chest as he moved above her.
had to bend down to kiss her a bit more forcefully than before.
hands to prop himself up so he wouldn’t crush her, so he made do by kissing her
passionately instead.
gasped, arching on the bed to get closer to Sands.
time. She could feel every part of her
body filling with pleasure, threatening to overwhelm her.
was a mixture between a whimper and mewl, she threw her head back, trying to
deepen the kiss. A kiss that was as slow
and lazy as molasses, but no less passionate.
whimpers and moans and other soft sounds of her pleasure escape her freely,
Aida bent her legs at the knee, raising her hips to meet Sands’ slow, forceful
thrusts. Her eyes flew open as his
length was buried deeper inside her than she’d felt before, her breath leaving
her in a strangled gasp.
on the brink, Sands grabbed hold of her waist and changed the rhythm of his
thrusts. Pulling out slowly, he’d then
slam into her, watching as her face contorted in indescribable pleasure.
how he’d managed to hold on for this long, but there was no letting go
now. Not when she was so close.
had changed, hear how her moans grow louder and more
incoherent. He didn’t take his eyes
pleasure. His kisses turned more
forceful as he nipped and bit at her neck and shoulder, but his thrusts’ pace
didn’t change and it wasn’t long before he felt her fall into orgasm around him.
times he felt it, there no describing the sensation of a feeling when a woman
had reached her climax so intimately. He
closed his eyes and let himself focus on the sensation of those powerful inner
muscles pulling at him, trying to force him to come so that they could milk him
of all he had to offer. He didn’t last
long. He bit into her shoulder as he
came, his thrusts’ rhythm quickening as lost the control that was keeping them
slow and even. When he felt his climax
finally end, he collapsed against her with a contented sigh before moving his
head to kiss her neck with a lazy randomness.
whispered, once she’d caught her breath.
Her entire body was buzzing with contentment, making her wired and weary
at the same time. And his unpredictable
kisses weren’t helping. With one hand,
she moved him away from her neck, pulling him up until she could bury her face
in his shoulder. He was holding her
still, and she loved the feeling of his ribs expanding against her with every
breath and the warmth that he transferred to her body with his own.
spitfire,” he mumbled into the bed, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath
against his shoulder and the feeling of her sweat-slicked body beneath his own.
couldn’t have cared less. “Not that I
want to move or anything at the moment, but would you like to do anything else
this evening, spitfire? The night is
still relatively young I think,” he mumbled, not moving his head to look at the
clock that was resting on the floor beside them.
the furthest thought from his mind at the present moment, he had wanted to ask
about later anyway.
around.” It was the truth.
but sapped the strength from her, and what she and Sands had just done hadn't
really restored her energy.
want,” Sands said, not really disagreeing with her.
either. In truth, he was somewhat
fucking emotionally exted ted after laying all of that earlier shit about Jeffrey
and Salida on her. Fuck, just thinking
about those two made his head hurt. “I’m
not going anywhere. We can spend the
rest of the evening not even moving from this bed if that’s what you really
want to do.”
nodded. “Sounds . . . like a plan.”
murmured.
Sands agreed. “Let me know if you’re
getting crushed. Get some rest,
spitfire. I’ll still be here when you
wake up,” he said, running a hand across her cheek softly.
still in his arms – he could do nothing else but join her, and fell asleep soon
after.