More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life,
and Sands/Jeffrey from Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story
will make some sense, probably, if you read ithouthout 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.
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“Now you’re sure you’redy fdy for this, spitfire?
no turning back,” Sands said, pausing in front of the hotel room door.
moving around inside, which made him all that more apprehensive.
but I don’t want you stepping your foot into something you’re not ready for,”
he said with a shrug.
Was she ready?
was essentially your lover’s wife? Even
if she was the wife of a different part of him?
It was mind boggling to think about, and even harder to ready one’s mind
for, but she had to do this. It was part
of proving that she was strong enough to face her future – whatever that may
be. ’s d’s do it before I chicken out,”
she murmured, squeezing his hand.
“That’s probably a
good idea,” Sands muttered, feeling the urge to chicken out himself.
before sticking the key in the lock. Just
when he was going to open it, the door swung open and a very surprised looking
Salida was standing there, looking like she had just been about to leave.
to see her standing there.
Salida was looking
just as surprised. “I wasn’t expecting
you back yet, Sands. I was just about to
run to the store – we’re out of food.”
She paused, and a mask fell over her face as she noticed the woman
standing just behind his shoulder. “Who’s
that?” she asked, not really believing that he’d brought a woman home with him.
Sands took a deep
breath to calm himself before speaking slowly, “
this is Aida. Aida, this is sunrise,” he
said, moving aside so Salida could get a better look at the woman beside him.
with her to play nice, although he never said a word to the effect.
The two women just
looked at each other, Salida plainly measuring Aida up.
woman represented, how vulnerable she was, how weak . . . Sands didn’t know
what, but he didn’t think it was a good th
Then her gaze turned to him, and he realized she was judging just how
serious things were and if she dared make a move.
“I trust I don’t
have to worry about coming back to clean up bloodstains,” she drawled.
she knew where Sands stood, she wanted to see how much of his character the
other woman knew.
“As if you would
ever fucking do that, sunrise,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
Sands said firmly, refusing to be pushed around.
glad he had told Aida everything. He
just hoped that she would be able to hold her ground.
“I believe the deal
between you and Jeffrey is up today. I’ll
get to see him eventually, right? It’s
strange having to sleep by myself again.”
Her eyes observed them both, not letting a hint of how she was feeling
escape. She was playing with them, and
Sands knew it. But he also knew that she
could do worse.
“As if I could ever
get rid of that annoying bastard,” he muttered.
wouldn’t have a fucking husband,” he said coldly.
cream between us, but to tell you the truth, I hate the fucking bastard,” he
said with a cheerfully sarcastic mixture of a smirk and a scowl on his face.
“But you’ll keep
your word?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
She knew she could still get rid of Sands for short periods of time if
she had too, but it wasn’t worth it at the moment.
“I’m a man of my
word, or men, as the case might be. I
believe I’ve told you that more than once, sunrise,” he said slowly.
soon,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
She nodded.
you were going to do here.” She stepped
out of the room, purposefully shutting the door behind her, as if making a
silent statement about how welcome they were – Aida in particular – in her
domain. “I’ll be back in a little
bit. Tell that to Jeffrey should he come
out looking for me.” Salida looked at
Aida, who had remained silent during the entire exchange – something that
gained her a few points worth of Salida’s grudging respect.
were wusses any more than Jeffrey did. “Nice
meeting you.” And with that, she went
down the hall and entered the elevator. “Tootles,”
she called as the door closed.
“Bitch,” Sands
muttered as he unlocked the hotel room and stepped inside, motioning for Aida
to follow him. “And that, spitfire, was
the ever delightful sunrise,” he muttered.
close the door behind them. He laughed a
bit then. “Sorry about that, I didn’t
expect for her to be right there.”
“She’s very . . .
guarded, isn’t she?” Aida ventured, looking around the room.
outdoors, as if windows had recently been open.
“I suppose you
could say that. I’ve never really
thought about it,” Sands muttered thoughtfully.
actually. She keeps things to herself.
any privacy before from her other half, but I don’t really know.
I think she resents those of us who are,” Sands muttered, having heard Salida
use the word before and inferring what she meant.
shouldn’t exist in this world,” he said bitterly.
who’s supposed to be in this world. Someone
‘real.’”
Aida nodded her
understanding, while trying not to think about it too hard.
the other woman; pitying her for falling in love with a man who didn’t exist,
for living in a world that didn’t know she existed . . . even for intruding on
her territory. Perhaps it would have been better to meet her on neutral ground,
she thought.
“Aida?”
Even a little bit?”
“No,” Sands said
without hesitation. “Not even a little
bit.”
“Why not?”
she remembered what he’d said about pity.
“Ok . . . but do you understand
them?”
“What do you mean?”
Sands asked, taking a seat on the couch in the living room, not necessarily
liking where this conversation is going.
Aida came and sat
down next to him. “The need for
survival, for companionship.” She
sighed, leaning her head back against the seat.
“I’m just trying to form some sort of . . . basis for all this.
had. And if everyone is always going to
be at everyone’s throats, I’m not sure I can
do this. Not now.
again, “Do you understand them?”
Sands very much
wanted to say no point-blank again, but he found himself unwillingly thinking
on her words. Did he really understand
them? Had he ever tried?
admitted. “I don’t fucking
Aida nodded, not
surprised. From what he’d said, she
wouldn’t be surprised if his as so far un-introduced alter ego didn’t feel
exactly the same way. Leaning over, she
rested her head on his shoulder. “Do you
think she’s going to cause any trouble?”
She’d already forgotten the brunette’s name.
Sands sighed and
ran a hand across his face wearily. “I
fucking hope not, but I don’t know. I’d
be more worried about Jeffrey personally.
with a derisive snort. “
. . . well, I just don’t know. She doesn’t
like threats to her life; her marriage.
She’ll fight if she thinks you’re such a
threat and can’t defend yourself. If she
thinks you’re weak. But you’re not, and
she must know I would never bother with someone who was, so you might have that
on your side at least.” He shrugged. “We’ll
deal with her, whatever happens.”
Sands tensed then,
and looked over at her. “Fuck, I hope
you’re fucking ready for this, spitfire, cause you’re just about to meet
Jeffrey,” he said with a cross between a wince and a smile.
longer staring back at her.
“Who the fuck are
you?” Jeffrey looked around and saw that
he was in his own hotel room. “And why
the fuck are you in my house? Where’s
vixen?” He grabbed her wrist tightly.
swear.”
Aida simply
reacted. Ballet wasn’t the only thing
she’d taken at the local Y. She’d taken
karate too. Just enough to make the
neighborhood bullies keep to themselves.
Moving swiftly,
never letting her eyes move from his, she broke free of grasp and jumped off
the couch, backing away from him. She
didn’t want to fight – she just wanted to stay away from him.
said something about going to buy some groceries because you’re out of food.”
“That
you don’t even know her fucking name?” Jeffrey seethed, rising up from the
couch but not moving toward her. “And
you never told me who the fuck you were.”
“Calm down, you
bastard. This is Aida. <
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went out to get groceries like she said, and if you fucking even
fucking sorry,” Sands promised coldly.
“So this is the
little interloper. I’m fucking
delighted,” Jeffrey drawled slowly, settling back down to the couch.
it? I’m sure we’ll be just the
sarcastically. “I’m Jeffrey.
“You were mentioned
once or twice,” she said cautiously, not bothering to sit down.
standing up.
“
repeated with a frown. “Well I’m hurt,
Sands. I would think you would have told
her all about me,” he smirked. “Well,
she obviously knows enough to keep her distance; smart girl.”
yourself, smarty. Sands is a rather
tight-lipped bastard when he wants to be, and I’m afraid he’s told us almost
nothing about you. Other than yes, you
are a red-head – how charming – and that he met you for the first time while he
was out and about yesterday. That’s it,”
he said with a wave of his hand. “Not
much else. Care to fill in some blanks?
come back before you start the tell-all special,” he mused thoughtfully.
really want. I’m not going to hurt you.
it, so you never know, now do you?” he asked cheerfully.
“You’re an asshole,
Jeffrey,” Sands muttered under his breath.
This was too
weird. Surrealistic.
wants to know about me? Fine.
she blurted, “I’m dying and I think I’m in love with your other half.”
What happened then
was rather curious, actually, and couldn’t have done much to ease Aida’s mind.
simultaneously, and Aida couldn’t be quite sure which one had asked first.
It registered on
her what she’d said, and how this probably wasn’t the right time.
to die NOW. “I take it back?” she
asked, wondering if she could. But she
had the feeling that this was one of those things that couldn’t
“Oh it’s much too
late for that now, not-so-smarty,” Jeffrey muttered, more than a bit shocked.
Sands couldn’t say
anything. He was utterly floored.
blankly. “You think you’re in love me?”
he repeated in a small voice.
“Oh listen to that,
I think you’ve broken him,” Jeffrey sneered, not liking this at all.
going to be fucking livid when she hears this.
“Shut up, Jeffrey,”
Sands muttered absently, still staring up at Aida.
“I, um, yes?”
again. She collapsed into a nearby
armchair, floored by what she’d just admitted.
It had been only one day.
she be in love? Fate. Destiny.
Just then, the door
opened, and Salida came in, moving intently towards her bedroom while ignoring
the rest of the room. “I’ll be out of
your hair in a moment. Just forgot my
checkbook.”
Jeffrey shot up off
the couch without hesitation and followed her.
madhouse. Don’t you dare leave me alone
with all this emotional shit right now,” Jeffrey practically pleaded with her.
“Jeffrey!”
er
face, a smile that faded as she realized what he’d said.
when he’s wooing.”
“Wooing?” he asked,
raising an eyebrow over the word she had chosen before moving on, “Yes, I’ve
been around several times when he’s out…wooing,
but never when the fucking girl woos
back!”
“What are you
talking about?” she asked, leaning against the wall and folding her arms across
her chest to keep from running across the room and hugging her husband.
for one notable exception – and it’d be too strange to do so in front of a
woman who’d undoubtedly slept with Sands the night before.
He pinched the
bridge of his nose, wanting to pace in frustration, but not letting himself. “She
said she fucking loves him, vixen.
seriously. “What the fuck is she doing
here anyway? Besides giving me fucking
headaches, that is?”
Well that certainly
put a new spin on things. Salida’s head
slowly swiveled until she was looking at Aida.
With eyes that were slightly narrowed, she approached on the other woman
slowly. Aida saw the look on her face
and stood, prepared to fight if she had too.
“I’ll tell you the
same thing I told Jeffrey, sunrise. Hurt
her and I will make you both fucking
sorry. And you fucking
softly, moving to stand near Aida. He
didn’t stand too close because Jeffrey was still around, but he did offer her
his support.
“Well isn’t this
fucking fun? It’s like the script to a
bad soap opera,” Jeffrey muttered sarcastically.
feel Sands or are you just going to leave her in the dust?” Jeffrey asked
wickedly.
“Fuck you, Jeffrey.
This isn’t the fucking time, but I think
I fucking love you too, spitfire,” he said softly, his eyes going steely as he
dared Salida or Jeffrey to say somethi
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of his eyes. “Spitfire,
and Sands . . . how charming. I think I
feel left out,” he said dryly.
“How about son of a
bi– ”
“Will you two shut
up and stay out of this?” Salida asked coldly.
This wasn’t a matter for them to get involved in.
hypocrisy. “What’s your last name?” she
asked Aida, circling as the other woman did.
She wasn’t going to attack, but she wanted to be able to read her eyes.
This question
caught Aida off guard, and she stopped moving.
“Grant.”
“You love him?”
their separate lovers shared.
“I do.”
down. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Salida thought
about it. “I don’t think we’re ever
going to be friends, Grant, but I don’t have a problem with you at the
moment. I’d tread lightly if I were you,
though, because I’m not always in control of myself.”
“That’s it?
fucking say?” Jeffrey asked incredulously.
anti-climatic, vixen,” he muttered with a slight pout.
Sands on the otheand and counted his blessings. “Thank you,”
he mumbled in Salida’s direction, not taking his eyes off of Aida.
“Don’t thank me,”
Salida said seriously. “I’m not doing
any of this for you. I have my own
purely selfish reasons for wanting you happy.
That and I’d be a hypocrite if I said anything about this.”
“Now, I do still have
groceries to buy.” Walking over to
Jeffrey/Sands, she pecked her husband on the left cheek, then moved to look
Sands in the eye. “I’ll be back in an
hour, and when I get back, I’d like to talk to Jeffrey.
too. Just . . . one at a time.
threesome.” And without another word or
a backwards glance, she left.
“Fuck this, let me
know when she gets back,” Jeffrey said angrily, and left without another word.
“He’s gone, Aida.
down on the couch heavily, suddenly feeling very tired all of a sudden.
“Umm . . . was that
the way you were expecting that to go?”
Now that the meeting was over, Aida found herself a bit
apprehensive. She was lost here,
depending on Sands to keep her afloat, but she’d stunned him with her blurted
admission of love. She sat back down in
her armchair, not sure how she felt about touching him right now.
“I fucking guess
not,” he muttered wearily. Arguing with
Jeffrey always seemed to wear him out, and when Salida was added into the mix
things got very old, very fast. “Did you
mean it?”
She didn’t need him
to ask what he was referring to. “Yeah.
I mean, I would understand if you said no, considering the conditions of
the admission and of circumstances in general –”
“I meant it,
spitfire. Every fucking word.
understand it, but I love you. I think I
knew it this morning, but I didn’t have the balls to say it aloud until just then,”
he said with a shrug.
“Ok.”
going to come back soon, because I’m really feeling kinda lost over here.”
“Don’t worry about
him, spitfire. I think he’s rather too
disgusted with the whole situation to come back now.
when sunrise gets back. If
have said that,” he said, moving over to her slowly and kneeling in front of
her, not touching her, just watching her and waiting for her to make the first
move.
He didn’t have to
wait long. Aida threw her arms around
his neck and slid off the chair into his lap, holding him tightly.
joking lightly as she let him reassure her.
“Like?
surprised by how she acted. I think I
was as surprised as Jeffrey was actually,” he muttered under his breath as he
held her close, tilting his chin up to lay it on the top of her head.
by not backing down under her questions.”
“She didn’t seem
any more comfortawithwith the situation than I am.”
herself to really dislike the other
woman. Like Salida had said, they’d
never be friends, but she didn’t think that she needed to fear for her life
either.
“I suppose you’re
fucking right, but don’t let your guard down around her just yet either,
spitfire. Call me paranoid, but I don’t
entirely trust all the goodwill just yet.”
“And what do you
think about Jeffrey?” she asked timidly.
“Jeffrey . . . Jeffrey’s
another story entirely. . .” he muttered.
One thing though, if you can get
on your side, hopefully that will go a long way to getting on Jeffrey’s.
either. I won’t be around all the time.
hurt you, but if you piss him off enough he won’t hesitate.
. . . wary.”
“I don’t think you
have to worry about that,” she said with a small laugh.
another fifteen minutes, when she looked at her watch.
I gotta go, tiger. I’ve got that
doctor’s appointment.”
“Do you want me to
come with you?” he asked softy. “And
will you be back?” he asked in an even softer voice.
“This will take
longer than an hour, otherwise, I’d say ‘yes, very much,’ but something tells
me that’s not the best way to start things if I’m going to be staying with you.”
would have supplied. “If they want to
run more tests, I’ll call you and let you know how long I’ll be.
will. But I don’t have any clothes with
me.”
“Bring anything you
want. Hell, bring everything.
shopping to get what you don’t bring. But
don’t unpack anything. We’ll be fucking
moving before too long. This hotel room’s
not big enough for threehree of us,” he joked softly.
you to leave me here alone with only Jeffrey for company?” he asked with a sad
smile.
“No.”
smile he’d seen since their first night together – and ran a finger down the bridge
of his nose. “I wouldn’t want to be
stuck with that crank either.”
“It’s worth it just
to see you smile like that again,” he admitted, feeling like a sap, but saying
it anyway. “Just – come back as soon as
you can, alright? I suppose that’s all I
can ask,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll
talk to both of them, and hopefully things will be better when you get back.
been told I’m a pessimist, so maybe I’ll be surprised,” he said with a shrug
before kissing her gently on the forehead.
“I’ll do my best,”
she said with another smile, this one a bit bashful.
lips, she sighed with a certain amount of resignation, and stood up.
“You don’t even
have to ask,” Sands said with his own bashful smile.
teenager sometimes, do you realize that, spitfire?” he asked forcefully,
although there was nothing but a slight bit of irritation and a lot of
amusement in his voice.
think I ever was a love stuck
teenager, but I imagine you’re making me feel the same.”
herself. “Now take me outside before we
both suffocate on the sickening sweetness building up in here,” she demanded.
Sands didn’t have
to be told again.
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with a sigh, the events of the day swirling in his head.
bornborn son a bitch, and he was determined to have the upper hand when Salida
came back. Neither of them have any fucking right to take the high ground with me
on this one. I fucking bet neither of
them can say that they didn’t have strong feelings for the other almost right
away. Otherwise one of them would be
fucking dead. Not to fucking mention
they got married on a fucking whim. That
memory still irritated him, but he didn’t dwell on it.
“They’re just going
to have to see things my way. I’m tired
of being the fucking whipping boy around here.
time I started reminding them,” he said firmly. “Something has got to change
around here or I think I’m going to fucking lose it.”
radically – he couldn’t imagine how he had fucking survived without her.
made it no less true. He wouldn’t go
back to the way things had been. He’d
just wouldn’t. He’d rather fucking die.
With this thought
firmly in mind, he was ready for whatever they would fucking dish out when
Salida got home. Things were going to
fucking change around here.
Salida came home
not ten minutes later, several grocery bags in tow.
anything, and didn’t demand to be allowed to talk to Jeffrey immediately.
and when she was done with that, went into the bedroom she shared with Jeffrey.
Settling on the
bed, she picked up the book on voodoo Sands had given her, and waited for one
man or the other to come in and to her.
She could be patient, which was more than she could say for Jeffrey or
Sands, and this way, she had the upper hand.
Something she was going to need no matter who she ended up talking to.
“I thought you
wanted to fucking talk to us?” Sands asked, leaning against the door.
to her first.
Salida looked up
from her book. “I do.”
the page, her eyes roaming over it lazily.
“How exactly would you define our relationship, Sands?”
“Fucked up,” he
answered automatically, then frowned. “You’re
married to my alter-ego, and I suppose we . . . tolerate each other. '> Why do
you ask?”
“Oh, well, I was
just a bit confused. First you buy me a
present – the first one I’ve ever gotten that was meant to be seen
then earlier, I got the distinct impression that you don’t like me.
or not – it comes with the territory – but I wanted to be sure.”
Sands didn’t know
what to say to that.
“Sometimes I think I hate you, and
Jeffrey, and then sometimes . . . I don’t fucking know, sunrise,” he said,
fidgeting a little. “I don’t like
fucking being double-teamed by you two all the time.
unless you fucking want something from me.
you to or anything, I’m just pointing out a fucking fact.
rather than a person and I hate you both for it.
I don’t know,” he said, suddenly extremely uncomfortable with the whole
conversation.
“Understandable,”
she murmured. “And to tell you the
truth, I am sorry about it. I resent you
for making me share Jeffrey, and as a fellow schizophrenic, especially one that’s
been locked in another woman’s head for most of her existence, I don’t have the
best people skills. But I’ve tried to do
what I can to give you time alone. And I
admit, perhaps I didn’t argue with Jeffrey as hard as I could have, but I think
you can probably understand that now.”
She gave him a shrewd look. “You
wanted to talk to me too, Sands. What
did you want?”
it? What I want is to be alone within my
own head. What I want is to live a
fucking normal life. What I’m going to
make your life fucking miserable, but her fucking apartment’s a shithole and
she doesn’t deserve to be alone right now.”
“How nice.
fair that we have to put up with this – any of us – and I have no objection to
Aida moving in. I’m fine with that.
should have to interact with her any more than she should have to with me if
she didn’t want to. What it all boils down
to is you and Jeffrey making some sort of truce.
reconcile your differences in some manner, then you’d tear each other
apart. And it’s true.
this. Because I don’t want to lose the
man I love.”
Sands moved into
the room and sat down in one of the chairs against the wall.
want,” he said with a sigh. He laughed
then shortly. “You know what?
not a half an hour ago. I do understand.
At least, I think I do.” He sighed again
and ran a hand across in his face in that same weary movement that was now
becoming habit. “I would give us all a
normal life if I could, Salida,” he admitted, looking at her directly as he
called her by her first name. “But that’s
not in the fucking cards. It never has
been, and I guess it’s about time I start accepting that.
entertain, but I give him credit for admitting it to you.
and that’s not enough anymore. But I don’t
know if it’s enough for us to change either.
gotten along, and we’re both stubborn bastards to boot.
come to a truce. In fact, it might be
impossible,” he said with a resigned shrug.
life anymore than I know Jeffrey is, so while that may hinder our progress, it
might help it as well. I don’t know.”
Salida nodded,
deciding that was enough said on that front.
“There were an inordinate amount of furniture sales yesterday,” she
offered for a neutral conversation. “I
managed to get furniture for the living and rec room, and a few electronics for
less than I thought I would. I went
ahead and bought furniture for our
bedroom, but didn’t get anything for you yet.
Which is good, since I suppose you’ll want to do that with Aida.”
receipts. “What’s highlighted is what I
couldn’t manage to pay for. I want to
pay for everything that will be exclusively Jeffrey’s anne mne myself, and I
paid for the pool table. And I can pay
for some of the smaller pieces of the living room set – tables, lamps and such.”
anything, really, but he was going to be living there too and she simply
couldn’t afford everything they would need.
“I’d contribute more, but I’ve already paid the deposit on the place,
plus the first month’s rent, not to mention utilities.
every month.” She was doing her best to
be civil and talk things over with him, and she hoped he realized that.
“That’s fair,”
Sands agreed, taking the receipts from her and setting them on his lap.
to do. Thyou you for being civil.
like to talk to Jeffrey now?” he asked, even going so far as so give her a half
smile. He was trying to get along, he
really was. Things needed to change
around here, and it wouldn’t be up to just them.
most part he was willing.
She nodded.
he’s going to do is, so I might not get a chance to talk to him for a bit.”
“And since I get the feeling that you’re going to want to spend the
night with your inamorata. . .” she let the sentence trail off.
“I can take a hint,
I’m going, I’m going,” he said, raising up his hands.
place.
“He fucking had a
conversation with you already without me, didn’t he?
Jeffrey muttered, walking over to sit beside her on the bed.
asked, falling back upon the bed lazily as he talked to her.
“I didn’t ask,”
Salida said, surprised at his restraint.
“I don’t fucking
like her,” he muttered. “I don’t fucking
like anything about this whole fucking situation.
a fucking song, vixen? I couldn’t
fucking believe it,” he muttered incredulously, looking up at her from his
position on the bed.
“What crime did you
want me to rip into her for?” Salida asked curiously, pushing Jeffrey onto his
stomach, immediately straddling his waist.
Without thought, her hands started kneading the tense muscles of his
back. Whether this was him or residual
from Sands, she didn’t know. She just
knew she needed him in a good mood.
“I don’t know,
something,” Jeffrey muttered softly, closing his eyes as her hands began to
massage his back. “And if you’re just
doing this to make me forget about him and his new girlfriend for a while, keep
it up. Juhe the thought of the two of
them makes my head fucking hurt again.”
this, but . . . “Either we talk
about this now, or after we fuck, lover.
It’s up to you.”
“Why do I fucking
feel myself tense up again when you say that?” he asked with a sigh.
“She’s moving in,
Jeffrey.” She braced herself for his
reaction, clenching her jaw hard enough to make it ache, the bruise – which was
currently covered by a heavy layer of concealer – throbbing painfully.
“She’s fucking
what?!” Jeffrey shouted. “Oh no she’s
fucking not! There’s too fucking many of
us alreadyhouthout adding someone else to the fucking mix!
“You knew nothing
about me, but you slept with me and
you married me.”
“That’s not the
same,” he muttered automatically, frowning as he knew that he had nothing to
back that up with.
Salida knew it too,
and didn’t press it. “Whatever happened
to trying to get along for the sake of staying the least bit sane?
sane – in the same way that you need me, and I need you – then
“Did you fucking
nag him about this shit too or am I just fucking lucky?” he asked irritably.
“No, we discussed
it too,” she murmured, climbing off him and going to sit against the
headboard. She was willing to play nice,
but not if he was going to everything he could to piss her off.
“Well isn’t that
just fucking perfect. I’m glad you two
are getting along,” Jeffrey sneered. In
truth, he didn’t really know why he was so fucking pissed off all of a sudden,
but there was nothing he could do about it for the moment.
that. I haven’t seen her all fucking
day. I’ll be damned if I’m just going to
lie here and argue with her over Sands.
himself down. “Fine, he agreed.
entirely. Fine his little girlfriend can
move in. The more the fucking merrier,”
he said sarcastically, not fully believing what he was saying but backed into a
corner. She was right. “Fine, staying
sane is a good thing, and all that shit and if you really don’t have a fucking
problem with her . . . then I guess I fucking won’t either.
moment, so don’t fucking push it, vixen.”
Salida looked at
him, then looked away, crossing her arms across her chest.
whispered. “And I don’t blame you for
that. I wouldn’t give anything up to
Tess either . . . but I say that because I don’t have to.
All I know is that . . . that you need
Sands. He helps balance you.
no escaping that. You’ve got me to
confide in, and to love, and be loved by.
And as difficult as this makes things, Sands needs the same things.”
something resembling a life, then things are only going to go into a downward
spiral until I lose you. I don’t want
that. It’d kill me,” she whispered.
Jeffrey wanted very
much to deny her words, but he could feel them ring true.
more and more depressed lately, but he had ignored it.
. . need each other. Knowing that and
actually acting upon it are two very
different things, vixen. Who’s to say
that he and I will ever get
along? Who’s to say that this hasn’t
just delayed a confrontation between
the two of us?” He didn’t like bringing
up such things, but he was trying to be realistic.
She laughed.
trying. idn’idn’t think it’d work either
. . . at least not right away. But at
this point, I think ‘trying’ will go a long way to keep people from getting
frustrated. And as far as I’m concerned,
the longer things get delayed, the better.”
“Great, now I
when he realized how that sounded. “Oh,
you know what I fucking mean. Now, are
you going to come back over here and finish what you started or are you still
pissed at me?”
“I’m not pissed,”
she murmured. “It just feels like this
is one fight you’re not willing to wage.
And I know that if you don’t, we’re going to loose each other, one way
or another.”
“Well, you’re
right. I don’t want to wage that fucking
fight. But losing each other is not a
fucking option, so I guess I’ll just have to take my own fucking advice and
‘put up or shut up,’ right?” he asked with a sigh.
after the first five minutes, but I’ll fucking try.
She nodded, and
rolled across the bed until she was leaning against his side.
as I could be, but I assume you’re willing to work on that problem as well.”
“You’re right.
smirk. He lifted himself up off the bed
a little so he could move over to kiss her.
“I fucking missed you today,” he murmured against her lips before kissing
her passionately.
She’d missed him
too.spanspan>The only times she felt completely
content anymore were when she was in his arms.
Snuggling closer to
him, she broke the kiss to tease him a bit, burying her face in his neck.
again, and came up with the same conclusion.
He smelled . . . different. Like
someone else. Like some other
woman. And while she knew who the woman
was, and that Sands had been with her, not Jeffrey, it didn’t matter.
blatant threat to what was rightfully hers.
Salida forcefully
threw Jeffrey onto his back, kissing him vehemently while her body rubbed up
and down his. He was hers –
her irrational mind supplied.
“Holy fuck vixen,
not that I’m fucking complaining, but what the fuck was that?” Jeffrey asked,
groaning softly as she rubbed her body against his.
understanding why she was acting this way, but not wanting her to stop either.
“You’re mine,” she
whispered, giving that as her only explanation.
After all, if she couldn’t explain to herself why she was reacting so
strongly, how could she tell him? Her
restless mouth latched onto an earl and and she growled softly, her breath
coming fast.
“Yes, I can – see
that,” he managed to gasp out, the feeling and sound of her hot breath against
his ear and her tongue and teeth working at his earlobe sliding him towards
distraction. “Never mind, I don’t
fucking care. Yes, I’m yours, but if you
feel the need to prove it, or to make me prove it, I’m certainly not the one
who’s going to tell you no,” he said slowly, somewhat surprised he had been
able to get the full sentence out without a hesitation.
Pulling back in
frustration, Salida quickly pulled her shirt over her head and threw it across
the room along with her bra. Then she
turned her attention to Jeffrey’s shirt, paying no heed to the buttons; her
impatient hands ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere.
not even fully remove the shirt – Salida latched onto one of his nipples with
her hungry lips, biting at it painfully, just on the verge of drawing
blood. All that was running through her
mind was the impulse to mark him as hers, and she was doing her damndest to do
so.
“Ohhh. . .” Jeffrey
moaned, running his hands through her hair, pressing her head down on his chest
even more firmly without thought. “My .
. . vixen . . . what the fuck . . . are you trying to do . . . to me?” he
groaned. She seemed hell-bent on driving
him insane with her feralness, and he was loving every minute of it.
leather pants then, because at the moment, they were becoming
Not that she was
going to let that situation go
unremedied for long. Growing hot and
even more bothered than she’d been when she’d started, Salida worked her way
down her husband’s lean form, her body doing as much to torment as her hands
and mouth were. Reaching his waist, she
settled herself over Jeffrey’s legs to inhibit his movement, then started
running her hands up and down his thighs, noticing the rather large bulge in
his pants, but wanting him to remember that she
was the only one that could bring him relief.
When she deemed she’d
lingered long enough, she quickly unzipped his pants, being reckless in her
haste. Any discomfort she might have
caused was immediately canceled out by her rough and demanding hands on his
impressive hard-on. Jeffrey’s entire
body arched as a loud groan was wrenched from his throat.
at the proof of her triumph.
“Tell me,” she
demanded in a low whisper. “Tell me how
much you want me to fuck you with my dirty little mouth.”
mercilessly. “Convince me to give head,
lover.”
“If you don’t, I
bet I can convince Sands’ little bitch to,” Jeffrey said with a leer.
him, but his personality wouldn’t let her have that much control over him
without a fight. The dig had passed his lips
before he could stop it and now he tensed, waiting for her reaction.
Salida’s eyes
narrowed. “Bastard,” she hissed.
just said hadn’t helped. “Jerk off,” she
said coldly, jumping off the bed and running into the bathroom, slamming the
door and locking it behind her.
Jeffrey watched her
go in utter shock, not saying a word. He
couldn’t believe it. “Oh fuck that!” he
shouted, getting up off the bed as quickly as the throbbing hard-on between his
legs would allow. He wasn’t sorry he’d
said the words, but he knew he shouldn’t
have. He had a fucking fast mouth and it
had been only a matter of time before it got him into trouble.
down between his legs. “There’s no
fucking way she’s getting away with this.”
door and began banging on it furiously.
door off of its hinges with my bare hands right now before I let you fucking
leave me hanging like this! Now open the
fucking door!”
“Bite me!” she
screamed back. She was furious.
news, I’m old news. Part of her was
telling her just how foolish she was, that Jeffrey loved her, etc., but it was
drowned out by the large mass of hurt congealing inside her.
To her chagrin, the
door did not prove enough of a barrier.
It slammed open, and Jeffrey came towards her furiously.
threw it at his head.
Jeffrey batted at
the soapy projectile forcefully and sent it ricocheting off of the back of his
hand and into the bathtub. “Well, look
who’s being little miss bitch tonight?
seethed, grabbing her by the wrist before she could throw something else at
him. “So, I’m a prick.
walk out on me!” he couldn’t remember feeling so angry before.
long, and now he had to put up with this shit.
“Don’t
matching his own in her eyes. Anger and
a bit more, but he was too far gone to notice it.
desperate to be free, but he caught that wrist as well.
against the wall with his body.
The more she
struggled, the more it made him want her.
from him, but even if he did, at this point he probably wouldn’t have even
cared. He attacked her mouth viciously,
violently, with no thought other than his own needs.
roughly, squeezing hard enough to cause her pain.
vixen. And I didn’t say you could
fucking leave,” he said coldly, rubbing his throbbing length between her jean
clad legs roughly.
“Stop it, Jeffrey.”
and a plea. She was scared now, of him
and herself. She didn’t like seeing him
like this. And yet . . . her body
responded like it always did to him;
adrenaline blocked out most of the pain allowing her to feel her arousal
grow. This wasn’t her husband, though.
her. But her husband was still there
somewhere. Still there, and still
smelling of another woman’s perfume. And
the elusive trace of that scent still made her want to eradicate it.
it.” Fear was turning bao ano anger.
“You fucking walked
out on me. How do you fucking expect me
to treat you?” Jeffrey hissed, still pissed off but no longer moving against
her. He still didn’t let her go though;
pinning her back up against the wall. “I
don’t appreciate being told to jerk off by my own fucking wife.
he stressed, his stance ridged with rage.
that anger was only serving to fuel his own rage, and he didn’t know how to
fucking stop it.
Husband. My husband.
and your wife wants you to fucking
leave her alone,” she hissed, renewing her efforts to get free.
sensitized breasts rubbed against his chest, making her moan softly.
Jeffrey took this
as a sign that she was lying, and what hold he had over what remained of his
control snapped.
“I don’t fucking
like to be lied too,” Jeffrey ground out between clenched teeth.
unbuttoned and yanked her jeans and panties both down her legs, forcing her to
pull her feet out of them before raising her up against the wall above him and
sparing her the briefest of glances before thrusting into her.
Salida screamed,
more with rage than pain, although there was a little of that too.
like this, but she had little choice now.
Looking into his eyes with her own stunned ones, she saw that anything
she said now would fall on deaf ears.
And with her toes barely even on the ground, she didn’t have any way of
fighting back. No other way than to
simply submit and let him do what he fucking wanted.
they were done. Right after she could
think straight again.
******************************
He didn’t want to face her.
moved over to the sink, turning on the cold water and running it over his face,
not even wanting to look at himself in the mirror.
sit on the bed. He left the bathroom
door open, and he could still see her sitting there if he chose to look up, but
he didn’t. His eyes were firmly affixed
to the ground.
Salida could feel
herself trembling, both from the aftershocks of release and disgust at how she’d
arrived there. On legs that trembled,
she made her way to the tub, turning on the hot water and letting the scalding
liquid fill it. She knew it would be too
hot, but she didn’t particularly care at the moment either.
anyway. She was too numb for that.
wander past that single goal. If it did,
she might destroy her marriage without any outside help.
Jeffrey heard the
water running and slumped dejectedly on the bed.
have I fucking done? he asked himself with wide eyes.
over his face and through his hair.
wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
second that passed by left him feeling that much more guilty.
Salida climbed into
the water, watching as her skin turned a shocking shade of pink.
warmly . . . much like Jeffrey would have been holding her now if she’d been
able to control herself earlier.
looked down at her body, noticing that bruises were forming from the heat, but
marveling that they didn’t hurt.
she mused over her ringing ears. To her
it was quiet, but not quiet enough to keep from traveling to the ears of her
husband in the other room, and he heard the strangeness in her voice.
Jeffrey didn’t
hesitate. He didn’t bother to think he
might be jumping to the wrong conclusions; he just leapt up off of the bed and
ran to the bathroom, standing beside her on the edge of the tub.
figure that out,” he said firmly, looking in her direction, but not meeting her
eyes. He was poised to grab her and pull
her out of the water if she put up a fight.
lobster, you realize that?” he asked slowly, taking a look at her reddened
skin.
Salida blinked at
him as if she wasn’t quite sure who he was, then took a deep breath and ducked
under the surface of the water, looking up at him through it.
up to disturb the surface. Just as he
was about to reach in and haul her out, she came up for another breath of air,
ducking back down as soon as she had it and repeating the same procedure: hold
breath until the ripples calmed, blow bubbles, pop back up, breathe . . .
. Over and over she did it, giving no
sign that the temperature of the water bothered her.
“Ok, that’s fucking
enough. No more bath time for vixen,”
Jeffrey muttered, more than a little worried at this pattern of behavior, but
not letting it get to him as he reached into the practically scalding water and
pulled her out by picking her up under her armpits.
wouldn’t slip as he sat her down on the edge of the tub and leaned over to
drain the water out of it so she couldn’t just simply get back in.
shelves nearby and wrapped it around her and began rubbing it gently over her
redd ski skin to dry her. All the while
he still didn’t meet her eyes and he didn’t say a further word.
“Jeffrey doesn’t
like to play,” she said in a soft sing-song voice.
attentions, like a rag doll in his hands.
“Salida likes to play, but Jeffrey doesn’t.”
person, it grabbed his attention. It
wasn’t a good sign in normal people . . . in people like him and Salida, it
could be disastrous.
“Vixen, don’t talk
like that. You’re beginning to freak me
out, alright?” he said, meeting her eyes then.
as he spoke to her seriously. He met her
blue eyes then and the wall he had attempted to build up around his emotions
crumbled without warning. “Oh God, I’m
so fucking sorry,” he whispered, going very still before those deep blue eyes.
late for regrets now.
Salida was
crying. Her voice was just far enough
from perfectly normal to be creepy – as if she were trying to imitate herself –
and her face was perfectly calm . . . but her eyes were a bit vacant.
Jeffrey. Salida loves you, but was
afraid that maybe Aida was . . . Salida smelled her on Jeffrey.
“Stop fucking
talking like that! You’re Salida!” Jeffrey shouted before he registered exactly what
she had said. “Oh fuck,” he muttered,
finally realizing why she had been in such a frenzy earlier and why she had
reacted the way she had when he had made that fucking comment.
forehead a few times, closing his eyes in a wince.
hit. “I’m a fucking moron.
to how much one fucking little comment at the wrong time had fucked everything
up so completely. “I’m sorry, alright?
fucking comment like the asshole I am. Now
stop fucking acting like this and talk to me!” he practically pleaded with her.
He relied on her to keep him grounded,
same as she did for him, and seeing her like this was not doing his own
precarious fucking mental state any good either.
“I
said. She fell quiet, then looked at him
with sudden resentment. “You hurt me,”
she whispered, her lower lip quivering. “Tell
me that wasn’t Jeffrey that did that.
Tell me that Jeffrey wouldn’t really want to hurt Salida.”
knowing his body heat would help warm her.
“Jeffrey wouldn’t
really want to hurt Salida,” he repeated somewhat listlessly.
over and over in my head,” he said softly, turning his head and looking over at
the place where he had left her sitting after he had had his way with her.
couldn’t bring himself to touch her again.
and hurt her again. “You always hurt the
ones you love,” he said softly. “I guess
I must really love you then,” he said, completely serious and still not looking
back at her.
“Salida loves you,”
she said very seriously. “She won’t
remember this in the morning, because she won’t want to.
would make her uncomfortable around you.
Not around her lover.”
Jeffrey didn’t know
whether to feel relieved or worse. Worse,
he decided, his mood going dark.
kept silent, dwelling on his own thoughts.
When Salida – or
whatever voice was speaking for her – didn’t say anything more either, he
realized that she’d gone to sleep.
Jeffrey sighed and
picked her up into his arms once more – infinitely more gentle this time – and
carried her over to the bed and laid her down upon it.
her chin before moving to sit on a chair against the wall and just watch her
sleep, lost within his own thoughts, his own guilt.
he doubthatthat he’d ever forget it.
******************************
Aida walked to the door of the hotel room Sands was staying
in, and hesitated. What if Sands wasn’t
the one that opened the door? But she’d
promised she would both call and come back.
She’d called, but no one in the room had answered.
left with a promise to fulfill.
someone to come to the door.
Jeffrey slowly,
dimly became aware of someone knocking on the door.
to leave Salida’s side – but he felt almost compelled to.
ringing phone or the knocking of a door.
he supposed dazedly. He pulled on a pair
of pajama bottoms in something close to slow motion, before walking out of the
bedroom with one last backward glance at Salida before moving in through the
living room and down the entrance hall to answer the knocking at the door.
“Oh, it’s you,” he
addressed the petite redhead standing on the other side.
“Umm . . . where’s
Sands?” She didn’t really want to deal
with this man, although he was certainly different now than he’d been
earlier. Not to mention she wondered
what she was interrupting; his chest had several livid marks on it that were
unmistakable, and she was certain that she hadn’t put them there.
“Not here,” he said
slowly, not moving from his position in the doorway, and not looking away from
her.
Shaking her hair
over her shoulder, she asked, “Can I come in?”
Sands sighed and
moved to a side. “Sure, why the fuck
not? Come on in, make yourself at home.”
He closed the door behind her as she entered and locked it, before moving to
collapse down on the couch, closing his eyes with a frown.
her – right now, but he wanted even
less to deal with a disgruntled Sands when he sent his girly packing.
“So . . .”
look and sound like the man she loved. “Umm
. . . which room is Sands’? I’ll just go
. . . wait.”
Jeffrey was feeling
a bit self-destructive after what had happened with Salida, so he was promptto sto say, “Don’t leave. Let’s have a nice fucking
chat. It’s just what I fucking need
right now. I won’t bite, promise,” he
said with a weary grin.
himself grimly.
she said cautiously. “I’m rather tired.
“I just bet he did,”
Jeffrey mumbled under his breath without thought.
fucking talk to me now and you seem to be fucking it.
might be as good a time as any to try,” he immediately wished he could have
taken the words back but he couldn’t, so he went on, “Now sit the fuck down.
with Sands if that’s what you really want.
vixen doesn’t eith
Aida decided it
would be best to sit for the time being.
The man looked as if it wouldn’t take much to push him over some sort of
internal ledge. And she certainly didn’t
want to witness that. “What do you want
to talk about?”
“I don’t care,
anything. Just talk,” Jeffrey said with
a wave of his hand in her direction.
begged her.
“Ok,” she looked
around, wondering if Salida had ever come back from getting groceries.
Jeffrey winced.
if I never had,” he muttered under his breath.
unconsciously and hoped that she was still asleep.
jus just sat in
her chair, supremely uncomfortable in this man’s presence, hoping either he’d
let her go or Sands would show up.
“I thought you were
going to fucking talk? It doesn’t sound
like you’re doing much talking to me,” he muttered.
live poet
“Yeah, sure.”
Jeffrey. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t
want to be here talking to you. I’m not
ready to do this yet. It’s too
strange. So please, either let me leave
or let me talk to Sands.”
“It’s
incredulously, sitting up on the couch.
head. Strange is having that someone
come home with a brand spanking new girlfriend to live in your home.
to you like she’s not even really there,” the last was said in the moment, but
as soon as the words passed his lips he froze;
his eyes wind dnd disbelieving. He
couldn’t believe he had just told her that.
Aida really wasn’t
certain how to respond to that, other than to say, “I’m sorry.
voice a complaint.” She fell silent
again, bendher her head to look at her clasped hands.
“I don’t know why I
told you that,” Jeffrey repeated, slumping back against the couch again.
response.
Deciding to take
action herself, Aida stood up quietly and made her way towards the back of the
suite. Jeffrey wasn’t paying any
attention to her at the moment, and she’d seen his eyes dart towards one of the
doors when he’d been talking about his wife.
So she reasoned that the door at the end of the short hallway must
belong to Sands.
Jeffrey just let
her go. He sat there for a few minutes
in utter silence before speaking aloud.
“Wake up Sands; your fucking date’s here.”
addressed him before he could say anything.
“You can fucking have your night, but I have one request, and you know
as well as I that I don’t ask for fucking much from you.”
“I’m listening,”
Sands said quietly, noticing that they were alone and sitting in the dark.
“Let me be there
when vixen wakes up. We had . . . a
fight, and I want to fucking be there, alright?”
“Alright,” Sands
agreed, wanting to ask what the fight had been about, not to mention the
fucking bloodied marks on his chest, but it could wait until tomorrow.
“Good,” Jeffrey
said softly, and left without another word.
Sands stood up off
the couch with a stretch, wincing as the movement pulled at the marks on his
chest.
He pondered such thoughts as he made his
way down to his bedroom where he hoped to find Aida inside.
his head inside the door.
She practically
collapsed in relief. “Ohhh,” she moaned,
coming over to hug him. “I’m very glad
to see you.”
“Let me guess.
I was gone?” he asked sarcastically.
“Well, it wasn’t
really much of a chat. He was
preoccupied with something else. And I
got the feeling that he was . . . unbalanced.”
She tightened her arms around him, sighing as he mimicked her.
He tensed then.
very dangerous for a man like me, spitfire.
“I don’t know.
to him, and he said that I didn’t know what strange was.
to you like she’s not even really there.”
“Oh fuck, that can’t
be good,” he said with a frown. “I told
you that she’s a schizophrenic too, right?” he waited for her to nod slowly.
a schizophrenic are the episodes. And I’m
not talking like an episode on fucking television or anything, I’m talking
about a period of time where you don’t know up from down, right from left . . .
what’s real from what’s not. Hell,
sometimes they can get so bad you don’t even know your own name anymore.
because that will create problems for all of us,” he said with a weary
sigh.
Aida led Sands over
to the unmade bed and made him sit down.
Kneeling behind him, she started rubbing his temples softly, trying to
get him to relax. There was no need for
them both to be worked up. Besides, she
hoped he’d do the same for her.
Sands sighed and
tried to relax under her ministrations, but it was difficult.
happened. Then, something occurred to
him, “If Jeffrey was willing to give up control to me for the night, then she’s
probably fine for the time being. He
wouldn’t have left her alone if he thought something was still wrong,” he mused
to himself aloud. “At least, I
this shit right now,” he said with a sigh.
was trying his best to put Jeffrey and Salida out of his mind and focus on her.
“As well as can be
expected, considering what the MRI’s and CAT scans showed.”
her day and the conversations she’d had.
“I’m afraid I only have bad news and mediocre news,” she sighed as her
hands drifted down from Sands’ temples, down his back, and around his
waist. She pressed against him from
behind, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her cheek on his bare shoulder
blade. “Which do you want first?”
“Bad news,” he said
without hesitation. “Get it fucking over
with.” He sighed and leaned into her
touch slightly.
“The tumor is
inoperable.” One of her hands left his
waist to tap the center of his forehead, right where the bridg his his nose
started. “It’s right here, and it’s
about the size of . . . an aspirin.”
“And what . . . what
does that mean?” Sands asked, trying – with little success – to keep his voice
emotionless.
“It means I get to
go in every other day for the next two weeks to get another MRI so the doctors
can see just how fast this thing is growing, and once they’ve figured
hair.”
“And the mediocre
news? softly.
“The mediocre news
was that I’m going be bald as an egg,” she teased.
starts falling out in clumps?” The
teasing tone was still there, but she really wanted to know.
“And there’s something else you should probably know.”
“I’m not going to
lie and say that I won’t miss your hair, but I’m not fucking shallow enough to
kick you to the fucking curb because of it,” he said a bit coldly, irritated
that she would even think to ask such a thing.
What he didn’t know
was that she’d seen women in rehab whose boyfriends or husbands had started
treating them differently the first time they had ran their fingers through
their women’s hair, and a clump followed their fingers.
wasn’t one of them. “There’s only a
fifty percent chance that this is going to work,” she said softly.
“I suppose I
probably fucking knew that somehow. Or
something similar,” he said softly, not really sure how he was going to deal
with all of this, and he wasn’t even the one with the fucking tumor in his
head. “You’re going to beat this fucking
thing,” he said with conviction before his voice faltered a bit.
especially now, but help eep eep that in mind and I will do the same for you.
fucking trying here,” he said softly.
and refusal to lose her than optimism, but that was a moot point.
“I’m going to beat
it,” she whispered in his ear. pan>pan>“I did it
once out of pure stubbornness. You think
I’d give up now?” Bashfully she said, “I
really do think I love you. But you’re
more than welcome to convince me.”
“I don’t really
know love, spitfire. I never have.
whispered back. “And
smirk, turning to look at her for the first time.
beautiful to me. Don’ckincking doubt it
or I’ll get pissed off,” he threatened playfully.
forehead, exactly where she had pointed out where her tumor was on his own
head. “And that, doesn’t scare me,” he
said, pulling away to look at her seriously.
kissing her thoroughly and passionately on the mouth, his body twisting around
on the bed so that he was facing her before he took her into his arms and held
her tightly.
“I’m glad to be
back with you,” she murmured between kisses.
“I wish I could
have gone with you,” he said softly. “That
might have saved us all a lot of problems,” he said with a slight frown,
annoyed that he hadn’t managed to put Jeffrey and Sunrises’ problems out of his
head, even now.
“No,” she
said. “If you didn’t want to hear it
from me, I don’t think you would have wanted to hear it from a doctor who is
taught to speak clinically and unemotionally about things.”
when I was done. All I’ve ever asked for
is a sympathetic ear, not total support.”
“But I
lingering feelings and he didn’t fucking like it.
“You’re here now,
aren’t you?
night, aren’t I?” She shrugged.
no control over. It’s not worth it.”
pressed against hers, her arms around his neck.
Her fingers started wandering aimlessly over his back, making abstract
designs. “Go with the flow, remember?”
hip. “And I think I’d rather put aside
other concerns and make a serious study into which way your blood is . . .
Sands silently
cheered to see such a smile on her face – that meant she was coming back to
herself at least – before drawling slowly, “You should know the answer to that
by now, spitfire. It’s flowing the same way
it always seems to when you’re around. Down
in a straight line in-between my legs,” he said with a wicked smirk of his own.
“Hmm,” she gave him
a small frown. “I don’t think I’m going
to believe that without proof.” And
before he could stop her, her hand moved to the front of his – or Jeffrey’s –
pajama bottoms and pressed against his growing arousal.
taken.” She slid her hand inside the
loose waist of his pants and gripped him tightly.
elevated,” she teased.
“Yes . . . it does
seem sy wiy wicked spitfire,” he drawled slowly with more than a bit of
breathiness in his voice, willing himself not to move under her hand and
keeping his eyes locked upon her face. “Maybe
I should see if yours matches,” he said, moving to kiss and nip at the pulse
point in her neck while his hands moved under her blouse to thumb at her
nipples through her bra without thought.
“Mmm,” she hummed,
stretching out her neck so it’d be easier for him to kiss her.
his shoulders. Then, with her eyes shut,
she smirked, and drew her nails down his chest, ever so lightly.
again, repeating the procedure. She did
it over and over, the feather light scratches slowly becoming more and more
painful.
“Ok, that’s just
playing dirty,” Sands moaned, gasping when her hands ran over the marks Salida
had already made on his – Jeffrey’s – chest.
hands decided that they had had enough of her breasts, moving up her legs
slowly and underneath her skirt, cupping her warm arousal there for a brief
moment before one of his hands slipped inside her underwear anftlyftly sought
out her clit and began to manipulate it slowly.
. . . elevated as well,” he managed to gasp out, feeling himself becoming more
and more aroused under the onslaught of her touch.
“Well . . . what
can I say?” she breathed. “You win some
. . . y-you loose some, oh yes Sands.”
and focused it on what his fingers were doing to her hot center.
still fully dressed.
Without thinking,
her hand moved to the buttons of her blouse and started to quickly pop them
open. She wanted to be as close to him
as possible, and that meant no clothes.
“That’s
hands out from under her skirt to help her with her shirt before pushing her
back on the bed and using both hands to pull her skirt and underwear down off
of her legs. “Feel better now, spitfire?”
he asked with a smirk, taking in her form now only clad in a bra.
did this again, right?” he asked with a smirk, crawling over to her and moving
a hand back between her legs while he rubbed the other across her stomach and
chest forcefully.
“Sands, I’m going
t-to steal your job again if you don’t take off my damn bra.”
hands. “And no, you’re only irritating
me.” She needed him inside her, damnit.
“Ooo, feisty,”
Sands drawled with a smirk, but moved to take off her bra as she had asked,
hovering over her as he did so. Once he
had got the bra off and had thrown it over the side of the bed, he leaned over
to kiss her again forcefully positioning himself at her entrance but not
thrusting into her like they both wanted.
bottom lip.
“No, I want to take
a nap,” she said with a roll of her eyes as she lifted her hips to meet
him. “I’d rather be re-grouting the tub,
peeling a ten pound bag of potatoes –”
When Sands thrust his tongue into her mouth, she figured he’d gotten
the picture, and she used her time to kiss him back, battling to slip her
tongue into his mouth.
While she fought to
kiss him back, he eased his hardened length ever so slowly within her body’s
silken grip, moaning slightly at the sensation and giving her the opportunity
to slip her own tongue into his mouth. Their
tongues battled as their bodies did, and the gentle rhythm he had initiated was
slowly getting dashed to pieces by his growing lust as she kissed him just as
passionately as he was kissing her. One
of them – he wasn’t entirely sure who – nipped at a lip or tongue hard enough
to draw blood, and he felt himself grow even more aroused still as the blood
seasoned the forceful kiss.
Aida broke the kiss
to catch her breath as she felt Sands slowly start moving faster and faster
inside her. She whimpered as he raised
himself above her on his arms, being car not not to crush her, but also careful
not to lessen the impact of their bodies against one another.
fastened her lips over the hollow of Sands’ throat, biting and sucking hard at
the tender skin. As nice as last night
had been – as comforting – this was even better.
inch to the other. This reassured her
that she was still normal.
Sands moaned as she
sucked and bit at his neck, growling softly deep in his throat somewhere right
above where she was currently biting. He
leaned down and latched onto her own neck in retribution – not able to reach
anywhere else – and his thrusts sped up accordingly at the exquisite torture on
his sensitive neck. She was going to
leave one hell of a mark there when she was done, but that didn’t matter.
place he could find before he was satisfied.
Aida whimpered as
Sands attacked her neck viciously. She
was going to come, that’s all there was to it.
She’d been craving this since leaving her bed with him this morning, and
her nervous system wasn’t going to take any more stimulation before she burst
into flames. Surrendering to the
inevitable, Aida threw back her head and came with a loud, low cry, her eyes
squeezing shut as a bolt of electricity ran through her body, making everything
– even Sands – disappear. Well, until
she realized that he wasn’t stopping.
“Who said we were
done yet?” Sands gasped out, kissing her lips forcefully this time, having
satisfied his desire to mark her neck and shoulders more than once.
himself, but had said what he had anyway.
outlasted her, to make her come again as many times as she could before she put
an end to his fun. She had stopped him
the last time he had tried such a feat, but that didn’t necessarily mean she
would now.
Reaching for his
bedside table, he opened the small drawer in it, pulling out his knife.
moment – the best bet was that Jeffrey had it – but he didn’t really care
either. The .22 was much too crude for
what he had in mind.
His little spitfire
liked pain, did she? Well, he’d have to
see what he could do to help her.
Aida froze at the
sight of the silver blade as it grew closer to her face.
“Shh,
spitfire. Just a bit of fun.
later.” Much later.
there, dragging the tip of the blade over her neck lightly.
over it smoothly, barely even raising a scratch.
some of his control. When he felt like
he had it, he made a small nick just behind Aida’s left ear, smirking as she
gasped, whimpered, and as her inner muscles quivered.
was enough to let him know that he had her support.
He watched blood
well up to the small cut, and was lowering his head to lick it up, when her
voice interrupted him. “Just not too
obvious, tiger. People see me undressed
nearly every day.”
He growled
possessively at her comment without thought before he realized she had meant
doctors and perhaps fellow actresses, not just random people.
he practically pouted, licking at the blood on the cut he made as slowly as a
cat cleaning himself. “Mmm,” he almost
purred into her ear after licking the blood away.
the blood up off his lips slowly. His
control had wavered at the taste of her blood on his tongue, but he had held on
by pure force of will.
Once he was
satisfied that he had licked up all the blood from the cut he had made behind
her ear that he could, he lifted himself slightly off her and made a small cut
on her left breast, right next to her areole.
suckling on the cut, suckling on her nipple in the process which had no doubt
been his intention all along.
“Fuck,” she
hissed. That one had stung, but the
moist heat of his mouth suckling away at her immediately banished any pain or
thought of complaint that she might have been harboring.
had become a gigantic electrical conduit.
She whimpered as he nipped at her lightly, arousal curling inside her
belly once again as he started driving his hips against her in short, irregular
bursts. With head tossing, and whimpers
and moans escaping her, Aida, managed to gasp her lover’s name.
she held him to her, not caring that he was doing his best to torture her.
roaring need inside her.
Sands felt his
arousal swell again as he heard her gasp his name.
hearing his own name in a moment of pure pleasure and passion.
bastard, but at the moment he couldn’t have cared less.
pressure Aida was keeping on his head, but he didn’t want to move even if he
could have, so it didn’t really matter. He
just kept licking and sucking at the cut and her nipple; the constant pressure
not allowing the cut to close. He could
felt himself nearing the edge of his own arousal, but that didn’t matter.
and now he was only interested in achieving his own release.
“Please?” she asked
him, shifting uncomfortably under him.
He’d kept her on the edge for too long.
She wanted release. She wanted to
see him as he found release. She wanted
to hold onto him afterwards, as their heart and lungs slowed down, and as her
eyes grew heavy. It’d been a difficult
day, and while it was only early evening, she was ready for some sleep.
adverse to being woken up later . . . . “Please,”
she begged again. “It’s fucking
unbearable.”
Sands dropped the
knife over the side of the bed, having had his fun with it.
looked at her, his eyes dark with his own arousal.
before reachiver ver to pull her legs up to wrap around him, his thrusts
becoming even deeper. There was no
foreplay this time, he was only concerned on finding his release as quickly as
possible and knew that she was feeling the same way.
gasped out with each thrust. He was very
fucking close now and after a few more thrusts and adulations, he let his
control slip unmourned as he came with a long moan, holding on to her legs
tightly. He had been so lost in his own
pleasure that he hadn’t even noticed if she had come as well, but from the
pleasured look on her face as she watched him she surely must have.
he could reach, really – lightly and without thought or hesitation.
when he had calmed down enough to think straight.
“Will you still
love me if I ask you if I can sleep?” she asked, a tired but sincere smile on
her face. Kissing his forehead, she
whispered, “It’s been a long day. But
feel free to wake me in a few hours.”
She yawned. “I just need to . . .
recharge my batteries.”
“You can sleep.
asked, pulling himself off of her and moving over to her side to look at her.
“If you want to
stay,” she said, not wanting to force him into anything.
want him to stay, but that need made her uncomfortable.
strongly. “I’m a big girl, I’m not
afraid of the dark,” she teased.
Sands quirked an
eyebrow at the big girl line, but
didn’t comment upon it. “Fuck it, I’ll
stay. I can’t think of anything else I’d
rather be doing, there’ll be no one awake to fucking talk to except Jeffrey – and
all we ever do is argue – and you’d be here.
me,” he said with a small shrug and a smile.
dissolving into a frown.
here when you wake up tomorrow morning.
since they had a fight. But there’s
another thing. I . . . may not always be
the one who wakes up first. Do you
understand? Jeffrey may wake up next to
you, and not me. It’s happened to me
before with
are it’ll happen to you with him. Just .
. . a word of caution.”
She smiled at
him. “I understand.
co-stars tomorrow for some very early practice.
Opening night is in two weeks, and we need to be ready.
she yawned.
“Six?
still here when you leave I suppose you can wake me up and say goodbye at
least,” he said with a smirk.
“It’d be my
pleasure,” she teased, rolling onto her side.
“But I warn you now, I cannot
be late tomorrow. I’ll be gone most of
the day as it is.” Reaching behind her,
she grabbed Sands’ arm and pulled it around her waist.
eyelids start to drift closed.
******************************
When Jeffrey had left Salida the evening before, he’d left
the door to their room partially open.
So the next morning, when she started crying out while in the grip of a
bad dream, her cries carried down the hallway and into Sands’ room.
“What the fuck?”
Sands asked slowly, being rather rudely interrupted out of his sleep and
feeling himself practically fly out of bed and to Jeffrey and Salida’s room.
sleepily before drifting off again.
Jeffrey ran into
his room and saw Salida twisting on the bed, trying to fight some invisible
enemy. The sight made him feel sick with
what he now knew had to be guilt.an san style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He
rushed to her side and laid a hand on arm gently.
calmly, attempting to wake her gently.
“Jeffrey, no!”
part of it she’d managed to revive and claim.
He was deciding whether to leave or not, when her face crumpled and
tears leaked out of her eyes. “No,
Jeffrey. Don’t leave me.
her, not able to see her like this any longer.
and I’m not leaving your fucking side until you tell me to.
a fucking stubborn son of a bitch who loves you too much to just leave you.
Salida screamed;
his shouts had woken her so abruptly that they merged with the nightmare, and
her Jeffrey was yelling at her about leaving.
But then she was awake, and staring up at her husband, and before she
could think, she was in his arms, trembling as tears leaked from her eyes and
she tried to calm herself. “Oh my fuck,
I love you,” she whispered, nearly strangling him with her arms around his
neck. “I was so scared . . . you were
telling me that you have to leave for my own good and I couldn’t make you
understand. You understand, don’t you?”
Jeffrey very much
just wanted to reassure her that he understood everything she had ever told
him, but he wanted to know what she had dreamt about before the nightmare
faded. “Understand what, vixen?” he
asked a bit hoarsely, but didn’t tell her to ease up on her grip.
“You were leaving
me, and I didn’t want you to, but you wouldn’t listen to me.
the ones you love, and I didn’t understand, and you wouldn’t explain, and then
you opened the door to leave and I couldn’t move, couldn’t stop you . . .” she
shuddered.
understand that I never want to leave you, even for my own good, because what
life do I have without you?”
over again like a horrible mantra and he was glad she wasn’t looking at him,
because it felt like she had just ripped his heart out of his chest and he was
sure that showed on his face. “I’m not
going anywhere, vixen,” he said softly.
bear to think about anything else.
those lines over and over because she was right.
the other?
“I love you,” she
whispered.
surprised you’re back so early. I
thought Sands . . .” she trailed off. “No,
that’s not right. Sands came home with .
. . with that girl. Aida.
herself, “Why can’t I remember?”
feeling like a shit for even thinking about keeping the full truth from her.
. . . you went out to get groceries. When
you came back I was here. We had a . . .
fight,” he said softly. “I don’t know
why you don’t remember it all,” he said, feeling a stab of guilt for even that
small half-truth.
“Oh.”
asking, “It was it a bad one, wasn’t it?”
She didn’t need to hear the words because she felt him tense underneath
her. “I think . . . I think seeing the
woman that Sands is . . . is with . . . I think it upset me more than I thought
it did.”
softly, not knowing what else to say. He
didn’t want to tell her about the fight because he didn’t want to have to
re-live it himself, but he didn’t want to not tell her either because he didn’t
think he’d be able to handle the guilt that was already twisting a knot deep
within his chest. This guilt thing can go to fucking hell, he thought to himself, but
it was a groundless curse. Saying it did
absolutely nothing to make the guilt go away or to even make him feel better so
it had been fucking pointless. He sighed
and put his forehead down on her shoulder.
quietly for her to hear.
“I’m sorry too,”
she whispered back.
least, I think we did.” Having calmed a
bit from her dream, Salida realized that she was naked, although she couldn't
remember how she’d gotten that way. She
also realized that Jeffrey was very nearly naked, except for a pair of black
silk boxer shorts. Shifting slightly,
she played with the ends of his hair as she murmured into his ear, “Make the
dream go away? Please?”
“Let me take a
shower first, vixen. I just woke up and
I seriously doubt Sands played fucking celibate last night,” he said softly.
with her again so soon after what he had done to her last night made him want
to wretch. You’ll fucking hurt her again, you know you will.
until you’ve eventually killed her. You
always hurt the ones you love and you love her more than anything, don’t you?
A nasty little voice whispered within
his head, making him close his eyes in desperation, willing it to be quiet.
promise,” he said quickly, dislodging himself from her arms and standing up at
the side of the bed, turning to make his way to the bathroom before she could
say anything in return. Once he had
entered the bathroom – closing the door behind him but not locking it – he slid
down the floor and held his head between his hands.
whispered. “What have I fucking done?”
Salida laid on the
bed with a frown. Something wasn’t
right. Since when did her self-professed
“horny husband” turn down sex? Even to
take a shower? What had happened to him
never letting her shower alone . . . which had come to apply to him as
well? He’d never hesitated to ask her to
join him before. Something happened last night, something that I can’t remember.
of images of what that might be, but she slammed the door on them.
Minutes passed, and
Salida finally realized that she didn’t hear any water running.
not alright. Standing, she slipped
on her robe and tied the belt firmly, before walking to the door of the
bathroom and knocking on it softly. “Jeffrey?
water.” She didn’t expect him to say
yes, but she was hoping for an answer at the very least.
Jeffrey didn’t give
her her answer.
really hear her at all. He sat against
the wall, his head still in his hands, seriously considering screaming at the
top of his lungs just to hear something over than the voice within.
where it happened, you bastard. This is
where you practically raped your own wife.
pleasure in the end. She didn’t want any
of it. She didn’t want you.
You got off fucking easy. She got
off fucking easy. She’ll only have to
deal with the random nightmare or two, right?
love turning on you like some kind of animal.
cutting voice. Why should I leave you alone? You
didn’t leave her alone. You called her a
liar and fucked her hard enough to hurt her.
because she loves you too much to. How
does that make you feel?
. leave me alone,” Jeffrey said again, grabbing at his head with both hands and
clenching his hair in tight fists. He
didn’t see the door open because his eyes were tightly shut; didn’t hear her
calling to him over the voice within his own head.
Salida froze when
she saw her husband.
happened between them, and it had been something worse than a fight.
tell her, or keep it inside him, where it was clearly poisoning him.
“Jeffrey, lover, it’s
not worth it. Stop being strong.
wanting to touch him yet because she didn’t know how he would respond.
“If I had a soul I
wouldn’t have . . . done what I did,” he whispered, not looking at her.
Now Salida was
puzzled. She was fine, so he hadn’t hurt
her, had he? Had he killed someone?
but if she was going to help him, she had to.
or are you just going to keep it to yourself until it happens again?
“Jeffrey, I’m fine,”
she assured him. Well, her jaw was a bit
stiff, but that had nothing to do with the recent past.
broken. I’m not maimed, or in need of
medical attention, or afraid of you. And
you didn’t hurt me.
my husband, would never hurt me. But you’re
not always you,” she said sadly, “just like I’m not always me.
accepted that. And I was perfectly aware
of what was going on when I agreed to marry you.
states we occupy between them.” She
knelt in front of him. “Tell me,
Jeffrey. Tell me as much as you want to,
and I’ll never press you for more. But
this is poisoning you, and it hurts me to watch it and do nothing to help.”
bowed head. “Tell me, please.”
“You really believe
that? That I would never hurt you? Well
guess what, I did. Me.
fucking hurt you last night, Salida,” he said bitterly, shrugging off her touch
and trying to desperately distance himself from her as he told her what
happened. “Last night.
like Aida or something fucking like that.
angry enough with me to storm out and lock yourself in here, leaving me pissed
and aroused. Needless to say, I was not
fucking pleased.” He continued talking
in an emotionless voice, speaking as it he were reading the words aloud from a
piece of paper rather than remembering the events that went along with them.
“You tried to
fucking stop me. I didn’t listen.
Salida. Me.
She winced, glad he
couldn’t see it, and took another mental inventory of how she was feeling.
she was fine. She had some bruises she’d
noticed, but when did she not? They were
always rather energetic during sex. “I
suppose this makes up for the time I practically raped you, then,” she
whispered, desperate just to get a reaction out of him.
tried to screw you. How is that different
from doing the same to a drunk man? It’s
not. But you don’t hate me, do you?
don’t hurt. And I’m going to prove
it to you.” Standing, she stripped off
her robe so she was standing before him completely naked.
through this – just days ago – and that he’d needed to be bossed around.
There’s something you need to see.”
He looked up at her
with pain-filled eyes as she told him to, but didn’t say a word.
head had gone utterly quiet, leaving him reeling slightly in the abrupt change
from screaming to silence.
She gestured at her
body, at the many bruises she had. “Do
you see how many bruises I have, lover?”
“Yes,” he said
softly, his eyes drawn to every one. And
there were a lot of them. Seeing each
one made him feel that much worse.
“Can you tell me
where they came from?” she demanded.
“I made them.
“Wrong.”
neck, some of them still livid, some fading.
“These you gave me as I was screaming for you to make me come.”
rode you until you screamed in
release. Last week.
She gave a reason
for almost every bruise on her body. “There’s
only three that I can’t explain, but that’s nothing, lover.”
ended, “If I really fucking wanted you to stop, don’t you think I could
night because of what happened between us,
then why can’t I remember anything past leaving to get groceries?”
“I don’t know,” he
said quietly, clearly stunned at her display.
“It’s because I was
upset over something other than you.
Maybe you didn’t help, but you weren’t the one that caused it
either. Tell me, you said I got
possessive. Was I trying to play?”
“Yes,” he said
slowly, beginning to see where she was taking this.
mean –”
“Did you
sometimes he didn’t.
“No.
hurt you because I didn’t like feeling manipulated,” he admitted.
stupid fucking comment.
“Ok.
because you weren’t letting me play. I was pissed.
furious with you. I bet I was screaming
and cursing up a storm. In the right
state of mind, I don’t like being foiled any more than you do.
probably would have hunted you down and taken what I wanted.”
fine. The only part of me that hurts is
my toe, and that’s because I stubbed it when I was coming in here to talk to
you. You
didn’t hurt me.” She ducked her head to
meet his eyes, which had transferred to the floor.
“I
softly. He really did, but the doubt
still lingered. The voice’s cutting
words still echoed in his mind.
“Then come into the
bedroom with me, and let me help you prove it.
To you, to me if you have to, to any doubts casting lots for your
sanity.” She ran her hands down his
arms. “Let me help you get rid of these
demons. I love you, Jeffrey, and I’ll
stand by you, and I’ll help you.”
“I love you too
vixen,” he said softly.
could feel it. He tried to push the
words out of his head as he let her pull him to his feet and followed her into
the bedroom, a silent shadow at her elbow.
Salida was a little
worried by how quiet Jeffrey was being, but at least he wasn’t huddled in a
ball on the floor anymore. She had no
idea if what she was about to do would help, but she hoped it would.
hurt her.
Sitting on the bed,
she pulled him down beside her, turning slightly so they were facing each other.
examining him with solemn eyes. If she
screwed up now, she was screwing them both.
Start slow. . .
softly, pulling away and returning, time after time, after time.
He didn’t respond
at first; he wouldn’t even touch her.
Pausing in her persuasion, she took his hands and placed them on her
hips, then replaced her own on his face.
“My lover,” she whispered between kisses.
looking at you. I’ve loved you since we
first met, and you love me now.” He
still wasn’t responding, so she continued her gentle teasing.
a week, a month, or ever more, to make him sure of himself again, she’d do
it. “Will you tell me you love me?” she
asked. “I love hearing your voice.”
“I do love you,
vixen. More than anything I’ve ever
known. That’s why this hurts so much,”
he whispered. He wanted to respond to the
attention of his wife – of the woman he loved – but he couldn’t.
only emotion he could feel any longer was guilt.
tempered with love. But nothing else.
away from him somehow and he didn’t know how to get them back.
guilt and love that had been too strong to leave him completely.
She could feel some
of this. “Do you trust me?” she asked
Jeffrey softly. She had to have his
trust for this to work.
“Yes,” Jeffrey said
without hesitation. “I trust you more than I trust myself.”
“Will you do as I
ask you, even if you think it’s a bad idea for me to ask it?
Jeffrey hesit
th
then, because he had absolutely no idea what she had in mind to ask him, but
just looking at her, he could see her desire to help him; her love for him
decided his words for him. “Yes.”
She smiled.
With that small smile still on her face, she started kissing him
again. She was still completely naked,
but she tried not to make him too aware of that, not if he wasn’t ready
yet. Instead she settled in and waited
for him to respond to her. She wasn’t
asking for a lot – even the voluntary parting of his lips would be enough to
reassure her.
But he didn’t
respond. Not yet.
repeating the action on his lower one.
She cupped his jaw in one hand and tilted her head, while the fingers of
her other hand traced his left ear and the tendons of his throat.
she thought. She wouldn’t demand
anything of him until he was at least comfortable enough to kiss her.
As she kissed him,
he felt himself relaxing into her touch minutely.
still feel his love for her. He knew he
should act on it – respond to his obviously willing wife – but it was
difficult. He could have just kissed her
without emotion, but that would have been worse than if he had never kissed her
at all. So he waited, trying to
concentrate on that love and what she was trying to do for him.
line of her jaw ever so gently, hesitating on the still lingering bruise from
where he had hit her the other day, and trying to put it out of mind.
her neck and placed a butterfly-light kiss on the pulse-point.
before leaning his forehead against her shoulder and holding it there.
bare skin.
me. No matter how you need me.” She didn’t
move his face back up to hers for some time.
Instead, she paced herself for him, letting her lips slide over his neck
and shoulders as her hands ran up and down his arms and back.
appreciated what he’d just done. “It
feels so good to have your hands on me,” she told him.
wanting more. Your lips are so soft, and
so warm. I love your mouth, crude
comments and all.” Raising his chin with
a finger, she met his eyes. “I love
closed eyelids, temples, nose, chin, cheeks . . . they all received equal
adoring attention. She lingered over the
corners of his mouth before returning to his lips, letting hers part so she
could gently suck on his. “Touch me
more,” she directed. “I don’t care
where. Wherever you feel most
comfortable.”
Jeffrey very nearly
didn’t hesitate this time. His hands
were still trembling slightly, but asseassed his fingertips over ever contour
of Salida’s face in the same way she had kissed every plane of his.
her nose, her cheeks – everything and anything he could touch – as if he were
memorizing her face by touch alone. When
his hands had finished their gentle exploration of her face, they moved down to
her jaw and neck, hesitating on the bruises he found there before he looked up
at her, his expression unreadable. “I
really did all of these in the times you mentioned?” he asked quietly,
referring to the many bruises on her body.
“Yes,” she said
with a soft laugh, not at his insecurity, but as ams amazement.
attention to several fading marks on his shoulders and neck, touching each one
softly. “And we’re not even going to
wonder about how many times I’ve drawn blood with my nails.”
she had. “They’re made because you’re
lost in passion for me, and because you’re claiming me as yours.
him. Laying back against the pillows,
she patted the mattress beside her, a silent invitation for him to join
her. He hesitated and she said, “Nothing
will happen until we’re both ready, lover.s'>
Just come over here so I can hold you.”
“Alright,” he said,
moving over to her side. Being held didn’t
seem like sa baa bad idea, really. “I
hate fucking fighting with you,” he muttered, moving beside her.
seeing that she was clearly naked for the first time, but decided he had had
enough of this emotionless bullshit for one day and took her into his arms
gently, laying his head on her shoulder.
“I’m not too fond
of it myself,” she said. “The fighting I
don’t mind so much, but the aftermath is always messy.”
press forward too quickly. “When you’re
ready,” she whispered to him, “I’d like to kiss you.”
“Messy,” he
repeated somewhat incredulously. “That’s
a fucking euphemism if I ever fucking heard one,” he said turning his face up
to look at her. “Kiss me fucking now. I’m
fucking tired of this. I want things to
be back to normal between us. I’m
impatient, remember?” he asked the last with a small smirk.
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head a bit to meet his lips. There was
no playing this time, and while the kiss wasn’t as consuming or passionate as
their kisses normally were, it was more intense than any kiss they’d shared
recently. Salida moaned her
appreciation, letting him hear how much she wanted to be with him like this.
Jeffrey hummed
happily to hear her moan, darting out his tongue to lick her lips in invitation
for her to open her mouth so he could deepen the kiss.
pleasure in doing slow battle with her tongue, the passion of the kiss slowly
building. His hands found her shoulders
and held her tight. He didn’t move them
– yet – but he was a little thrilled to feel the stirrings of lust within him.
loved. He forced himself to focus on
their good times together rather than their bad and he felt the lust grow.
Salida could feel They kissed for “What?” Jeffrey “You smell . . . Jeffrey groaned and Salida came back He lifted his head
his arousal growing – albeit slowly – against her leg, and she grinned.
stay down for long. She broke the kiss
simply so she could start it again, this time begging for entrance into his
h.
some time, long enough for them both to go breathless.
her lips away and started kissing Jeffrey’s neck, delighting in the feel of his
skin under her lips, in his scent . . . .
She pulled away and frowned. He
smelled different.
asked with a slightly frown at her abrupt change in affection.
still mad at me? “You’re looking at
me like I just sprouted horns out of my fucking temples.
different,” she complained, getting up off the bed.
bathroom and solve that little problem.
fell back against the bed. That’s how
this all fucking started. He muttered to
himself, “Fine. I fucking smell
different. Well don’t fucking blame me.
alright? It doesn’t fucking mean
anything. And it’ll probably happen
again. No, it will happen again,” Jeffrey said with a sigh.
me. Which kind of goes without saying,”
he grumbled.
with a washcloth and a wicked smile. “Ready
for your sponge bath, lover?”
up off the bed raised an eye at at that, matching her wicked smile with one of
his own. “You don’t have to fucking ask
me twice.” He was still feeling some
hesitation and doubt with her, but he was trying vfuckfucking hard to put if
out of his mind.
widened, and she came over the bed, sitting down at his side.
starting at his neck, then moving down.
She didn’t bother washing everything – she didn’t want the cloth to turn
cold – but she did enjoy herself, washing his chest with broad strokes, running
smoothly down his sides, a mischievous smile on her face the entire time.
hand and cloth under the waist of his boxers, gently running her covered hand
over his groin. The gasp she got from
that was enough to make her blush with need.
But there was one last thing they needed to do before getting on to the
main event. She needed him to be
positive that he wouldn’t hurt her, and she had a good test for that.
mood.
his hardened arousal pressing into her hand.
“Vixen likes to
play,” Jeffrey commented in a lazy lust-filled voice.
simultaneously sink into the mattress in relaxation and flip her over and fuck
her hard into it. He was definitely
feeling close to himself again if not completely so.
The tone of his
voice let her know it was time to move to the next step.
his boxso hso he was as naked as she was.
Then she straddled his chest, looking down at him.
hand down her body. She watched as his
eyes locked on it, his own hand coming up to caress her legs.
because of me.”
then zig-zagged over her stomach and abdomen before stopping right outside her
moistened center. “I love knowing I’m
aroused because of you.”
her legs as she lightly touched her clit with a single finger.
shuddered above him. Her arousal was
making her fingers wet, and she pulled her hand away, examining them before
placing two on his lips. “Touch me,
Jeffrey. Make me come.
your name, and then fuck me.” Her voice
was a sultry whisper, and her eyes begged for him, begged for the release she
knew he would give her.
Jeffrey took the
two arousal-moistened fingers into his mouth without pause, sucking them clean.
“How the fuck,” he gasped out, “do you
expect me to fucking deny you after that?
you know it.” His words were angry, but
Salida could see the amusement and desire dancing in his dark eyes.
with a half grin. She’s not made of fucking glass.
himself, moving his hand down his own chest to touch her clit as she straddled
his stomach. She was cutting off his
air-supply somewhat, but he wouldn’t have told her to move for anything.
with increasing firmness – she bucked up and down on his chest, and he could
feel the wetness from between her legs coat his stomach.
a daze, his eyes fixed on her form above him as his hand drove her insane.
and was thrilled to hear her moan. “I
love you, vixen. I love seeing you like
this as much as you loving seeing me the same way.”
Salida simply
moaned loudly, too focused on his hand andgersgers to actually verbalize a
coherent answer. “More,” she
begged. “Talk more – oh díos –
Jeffrey didn’t deny
her. “Seeing you there, above me, head
thrown back and breasts thrust forward – completely lost in your own arousal –
it drives me insane. Just touching you
drives me insane. Fuck, everything about
you drives me insane,” he joked softly.
right now; the way your hips move. Every
motion, every lust-filled look, every moaned gasp out of your mouth just goes
to show what a fucking lucky bastard I am to have claimed you as my wife.
on your finger for the world to see that you’re mine – that in and of itself
practically drives me to frenzy. I don’t
think I can fucking think straight while you’re around, not that I’ve ever
tried or wanted to. Yes, I’m a horny
bastard, but it’s fucking more than that.
rather not be with you. Not one second.
is – around your fucking little finger and I know it.
having grown even more aroused himself as he spoke.
With a cry and a
moan, Salida came, her eyes clenched shut and her fingers digging into Jeffrey’s
shoulders. She loved hearing what she
did to him, and she loved hearing the place she had in his life.
Coming down from
her high, she sighed, and slumped against him, sliding down his body so she
could fit herself against his side. “I
love you so fucking much,” she whispered, “And you’d be a fool if you didn’t
think I feel the exact same way about you.”
“I know you do,
vixen,” he said with a smile. “It’s just
nice to be reminded once and awhile,” he said, his smile dissolving into a
smirk. “I take it I don’t smell
different anymore?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
to your fucking horny and as impatient as hell husband in the same way he just
did for you,” he said, reaching over to tweak one of her nipples mischievously.
“You want me to
fuck your pussy?”" she asked innocently.
“You’re more than
welcome to try, but seeing as I don’t have one other than the one in-between
your own legs, and since we already tried that, you might find it a little
difficult, vixen,” he drawled sarcastically.
an evil little comment but he wasn’t quite as ready for that as he thought he
was. “And don’t expect me to buy the
innocent act. If I believed that, I
would have called you my angel and not my vixen,” he said, running his hand
over her side absently as he talked. He
wasn’t even fully aware he was doing it; he just needed to touch her again, to
reassure himself subconsciously that she was still there and safe.
She looked up at
him, a sly smile breaking out on her face.
“If you had a choice,” she asked slowly, letting each word drip from her
lips, “would you rather I wrap my hand around you, or my lips?”
her what she wanted to hear.
“I’m all for
choices,” Jeffrey drawled before he pretended to think about it as if the
er her hadn’t come to him as soon as the question had left her mouth.
shame. “If not your delightful pussy
that was just getting so much attention, then your lips.
shrug and a wicked grin.
“Mmm-hmm,” she
commented, unconvinced. But she still
wanted to have fun. “Lips it is.”
time facing Jeffrey’s feet. Going down
on hands and knees, she took his arousal into her mouth and started bobbing her
head up and down, teasing him with the occasional moan.
“You’re a fucking
tease,” Jeffrey groaned, slightly irritated at her actions but not enough to
get angry. He knew she was playing – he
didn’t like it – but he went along with it for now.
his guilt, and that did make him
angry. He didn’t like feeling guilty.
play,” he muttered to himself in a slight pout.
the attention he wanted, so he just kept his fucking big mouth shut for a
change.
Stopping for a
moment, she looked at him between their bodies, her face upside down.
now simply just running her lips over his length and teasing the tip by sucking
on it lightly.
“Oh is that right?”
Jeffrey moaned, managing to put a smirk on his face.
should play?” He needed to touch her –
touch anything – so he stretched his left arm down his chest and wrapped his
fingers in her hair as it tickled his stomach.
expect me . . . to be able to fucking . . . think
straight . . . now, let alone . . . play?” he moaned as her tongue traced a
vein on the underside of his throbbing length.
. . Before Jeffrey could process
what was happening, Salida had spun around and replaced one set of lips with
another. She cried out as he ent
he
her, but it was caused by pleasure. Then
she looked down at Jeffrey from her vantage point and tried to smile
sweetly. “Is this . . . any better,
lover?”
“Oh, oodles,”
Jeffrey gasped out. “Although a little
bit of a warning next time would be greatly fucking appreciated, vixen,” he
said a bit breathlessly.
“Oh, like this?”
he slipped out of her. “Jeffrey, may I
please –” she didn’t get to finish the sentence.
Jeffrey rolled them
over in a smooth motion so that he was the one who looked down on her now.
increasingly horny and impatient husband what he wants?
sharing a serious look with her before thrusting into her again with a singular
motion. Once he was inside of her, he
managed to rein himself in and ask, “What did you want, vixen?”
he was inside of her was something akin to torture, but he was curious.
“I wanted to fuck
my horny husband,” she gasped, squirming underneath him.
having to do so now was making her entire body scream with need.
“Oh really?
you now after the games you played with me earlier?” he drawled, thrusting into
her slowly before pulling out again at the same pace as his body screamed at
him to go faster and lose himself to his desire.
She rolled her eyes
and purposely tightened her inner muscles the next time he entered her.
managed to make them move in a wave.
He growled low in
his throat then at the sensation, giving up all pretense of even being able to
control himself long enough to play and kissed her forcefully.
I fucking love you anyway,” he brought his thrusts up to speed until they were
both grunting from the forceful pleasure of their bodies crashing together.
body, delighting in his powerful thrusts. This was her overly confident, overly
sexed, overly desirable husband. He was
demanding, ruthless, and single-minded . . . and she loved every bit of it.
Throwing her head
back on the pillow, she cried out as his fingers sought her clit, grinding and
pinching it – anything to make her come.
He must be near his own edge, she thought vacantly, over their mingled
cries. “Harder,” sheadeeaded, needing to feel him rip away her control
entirely.
Jeffrey didn’t
answer her; he just did as she told him to – pounding into her harder and
harder until he could hear the bed creak beneath them.
light-headed at the sensations coursing their way through his body and it was
with a distant surprise as he felmselmself fall off that inte edg edge to where
bliss and release lie. He let out a long
moan of pure pleasure as he pressed his head against her shoulder and kissed
whatever was beneath his lips lazily as he rode the wave of his orgasm.
inner muscles squeezing at his now over-sensitized length ruthlessly.
before nuzzling her neck with a happy sigh or relief and pleasure.
“Mmm . . .” she
moaned, not able to form words yet.
Instead, she squeezed him to her, opening her eyes to look at him
wearily before shutting them again. “Lets
. . . let’s spend a few more hours together, then go look at the house,” she
suggested.
“Sounds like a plan
to me, vixen,” he said lazily.
planning on moving from this fucking spot for at least that long anyway,” he
said, smiling against her shoulder. “But
I want to see the new fucking house, so that’s fine with me.
and pretend that I never have to move again, savvy?” he murmured, his voice
sounding sleepy.
She nodded,
pressing a soft kiss into his neck. “Nap
time,” she whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” he agreed
softly before falling into a blissful deep sleep in his wife’s arms.