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 it without having read either of
our stories, but it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're
all worth reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
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Jeffrey woke up with a yawn, wondering how he had fallen
asleep and where the fuck he was. He
opened his eyes and saw white. Rubbing a
hand over his face he realized that the white was a curtain-like thing
surrounding the bed. The bed that had
Aida in it. He moved to sit up away from
her with a frown. Is this fucking Sands’ room? Since
when does it have stairs? Where the fuck
am I? Where the fuck is vixen?!
shot out of bed and moved up the stairs into the main room.
ocean view. Must be in a fucking hotel on the coast.
could have at least warned me before running off.
been shanghaied.
grab the phone but paused when he saw a blank pad of stationary placed next to
the phone to write down messages. It
read, the Hawaii Prince Hotel. Jeffrey
read it again. The words didn’t change.
at the top of his lungs.
Aida shot up in
bed, immediately awake, and not sure she wanted to be.
she didn’t to to risk moving all the same.
“What the fuck are
you screaming about-oh, I see you know where we are,” Sands muttered, coming
awake when Jeffrey had yelled.
“Tell me this is a
fucking joke and I won’t have to kill you,” Jeffrey seethed, his voice cold.
“It’s not a joke,
and by killing me you’d be killing yourself so I don’t think you’re going to do
that,” Sands said slowly.
“You’re in
goddamned, fucking
Where the fuck is vixen?!” Jeffrey
yelled again.
“She’s still in
Orleans
“You left her.”
worried Sands more than a little. “She’s
still at home and you and kitty are in
“That’s . . . right,”
Sands said slowly. He would have been
backing away from Jeffrey right now if such a thing had been possible.
Jeffrey grabbed at
one of the stitches in Sands’ arm in-between his thumb and ring finger and
pulled hard . “She’s fucking pregnant
and alone in the fucking house now you inconsiderate fucking bastard!” Jeffrey
yelled after Sands had screamed in pain.
Aida felt all her
muscles tense as her husband screamed.
The pain in his voice was evident, but she knew that if she intervened
now, she’d only be hurt. She had to
wait.
“You’re going to
fucking go back home, right, fucking now or so help me I’ll make you wish you’d
never been born,” Jeffrey said evenly, his voice filled with ice.
“No.
be fine without you for two goddamn days,” Sands said with a shake of his head,
trying to block the pain out of his mind.
stitch, he grabbed at Jeffrey’s broken pointer finger and it was Jeffrey’s turn
to scream now.
“Fuck you!” Jeffrey
yelled. “We’re going home.
you call a wife for all of this – I probably still will – but right now I’m
going home. And as soon as I fucking do
I’m going to find a fucking way to get rid of you for good.
“No you’re fucking
not. You’re
going to go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, I'm going to enjoy my
fucking honeymoon, and only then will we go back to fucking
Orleans
voice was forceful as he tensed, waiting for Jeffrey’s response.
“Maybe I’ll just
fucking kill kitty now. Save us all a
lot of fucking trouble.” Jeffrey turned and made his way down the first few
steps before Sands managed to stop him and fell backwards on the stairs.
“Get out of here,
Aida. Now,” Sands said with strain,
holding onto the stair railing so tightly his hand was white.
She looked around
the room, wondering just where she was supposed to go.
to get to the front door, if she locked herself in the bathroom she’d be
trapped, and it wasn’t as if she could climb out a window.
Stalling for time,
she murmured, “Jeffrey, call Salida right now.
Just call her before you decide to do anything.
laid over, but no one picked up. I left
a message on the machine. Just call her,
and I promise that if she wants you to come home right away, I’ll . . . I’ll
side with the two of you.”
Sands just looked
at her with an open mouth and a hurt look while Jeffrey snorted.
say, kitty?”
“How about because
I don’t want to die,” she shot back, making eye contact with the men.
“A good reason, I
suppose. What would you say if I was
thinking about killing you anyway, regardless of what vixen says?” he asked
idly.
“I’d never allow
that to happen,” Sands said coldly, not quite looking at her, still feeling a
little hurt even though he thought he understood what she was trying to do.
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes. “Fine.
little head in with the phone, now would we?”
moved up the stairs and sat down on the couch to call home.
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Salida had gotten the message hours before, but hadn’t
really known what to think. Part of her
was already missing her husband desperately, but another – bigger – part of her
almost felt as if she’d been pardoned.
She still wasn’t back to her normal self, and she knew that Jeffrey
would only become sad and depressed if he were faced with that.
it, suspecting who it was, and hesitant because she didn’t know what she wanted
to say yet.
But pick up she
did. “Hello?”
“Vixen?
and I’m about to kill someone. I was
fucking shanghaied by Sands and kitty.”
“So I heard.
“
possible!”
This was the part
she’d been dreading. “Jeffrey . . . .”
“What?
“Yes and no.
I’m not having delusions or hallucinations . . . but I’m not myself
either. And if you come home I still won’t
be myself and all that will happen will be that everyone will be in a bad mood.”
“What-what are you
saying, vixen?” he asked slowly, not believing his ears.
“Of course I
do. But think about the past few
days. All we’ve done is fight.”
started with. “I love you too much to
want to start up with all that again. I
don’t like looking at you – talking to you but not, being around you – knowing
I’m not right, because it hurts. I’m
still adjusting. You’re still
adjusting. Just give me these days that
Sands and Grant want so I can find the time to become myself again.
Jeffrey heard what
she said, her explanations, but he couldn’t really get pass the part about her
not wanting him to come home. “No.
see you in a few days then,” he said slowly, the world around him taking on a
somewhat surreal quality.
“Jeffrey, wait,”
she said, suddenly worried. She’d made
him sound like that far too often in the past few days.
Aida and I – and possibly Sands – all know that unless this treatment of hers
wo she she won’t last past the end of the year.
Perhaps its best to give them some time while they have it.”
we have it.
Jeffrey didn’t want
to think about that. He genuinely didn’t
care at the moment. So what if kitty
died? Wouldn’t that solve more problems
that it created? A little voice was
whispering about what would happen to Sands – and consequently him – if that
were to happen. What Sands would do if
he lost the woman he loved. Jeffrey didn’t
know exactly what he’d do if Salida were to die, but it’d probably involve
eating a bullet from his own gun. “Fine.
Whatever.
“They’ve got a
flight back sometime on Sunday. I’ll see
you then. And I get to closet myself
away with you for at least twenty-four hours and I don’t want to hear any
complaints abou.”
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes at that, but the gesture was pointless since she couldn’t see him.
Salida sighed,
thinking that he was still mad at her. “Love
you too. Don’t kill anyone important.”
Jeffrey snorted at
that. “I don’t plan to be here all that
much if I can fucking help it. I have no
interest in being around for the fucking kitty and Sands lovefest,” he said
dryly.
“Call me tomorrow?”
to say no.
Jeffrey sighed,
still more than a little pissed at her.
“I don’t care, as
long as you call . . . but don’t if you don’t want to talk to me.
“You’re not going
to just sit around and fucking talk to the cats.
said somewhat wryly.
“Only if they’re in
the house. And why would I let anyone
in? But Sands better pray that those
neighbors don’t come over or I’ll commit him and Aida to a double-date with
them,” she groused.
Jeffrey laughed.
some of that on the off chance I was unlucky enough to show up in the middle, I’d
say go for it. It’d be amusing,” Jeffrey
said dryly.
“No it wouldn’t.
death-grip on the phone.
“Fine.
fucking deal with them. Easy enough
fucking solution,” he said with a sigh.
have to fucking kill you.”
“I’ll do my best,”
she said softly. “Besides, if I was
going to kill someone, I’d wait until you were around.”
“You’d better.
want to be there to watch,” he drawled.
him more than a little.
There was a few
minutes of silence after both had run out of things to say.
murmured. “And I promise to be good.”
“You don’t have to
be fucking good. I wouldn’t impose such
a burden on you. Just . . . be
safe. Savvy?
“Even though you’re
upset with me?”
Jeffrey
sighed. “No matter how upset I might get
with you, that will never fucking change.
Never,” he said sternly.
“I got it.
you from getting worried. I’ve already
stopped myself from opening a can of beer.
A few more days can’t be that difficult.”
“Yeah, we’ll just
have to fucking see about that,” Jeffrey muttered grimly.
but it was apparently not fucking up to him.
Sands and kitty didn’t want to leave, and vixen didn’t want him to come home.
options.
“I’m sorry,” she
whispered, not sure if she were apologizing just for herself or for the entire
situation.
“For what?
fucking fine. Enjoy it.
a few days,” he said slowly, trying to convince himself.
“I love you,” she
whispered. “And I’ll be ready.
coming into our room.”
A grin made its way
to Jeffrey’s face despite himself.
“Alright. I can fucking do
that. You juste sue sure you’re fucking
ready. Cause I sure as hell will be,” he
said wryly.
“I will.
“I love you too,
vixen. Talk to you . . . later.”
but he knew someone had to soon or they’d just keep talking.
do that.
“I should hang up,
shouldn’t I?” She could tell he was
feeling the same reluctance to do so that she was.
“Probably.
said with a sigh. As long as they kept
talking, he didn’t have to deal with Sands and kitty.
“It was my bright
idea to go along with this. One would think
I’d be able to hang up.”
“I’ll do it, vixen.
Wouldn’t want to get into one of those
sappy stereotypical ‘You hang up,’ ‘No you,’ ‘No you,’ fucking situations.
“Bye.”
hung up. For a moment she simply looked
at the receiver in her hand, and then she set it down gently, wondering if she
went to sleep now, if she’d sleep through the rest of the day.
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Jeffrey leaned back on the couch and sighed, pulling out a
cigarette and his lighter. “You can
fucking have Sands back soon, kitty. Just
. . . leave me fucking alone right now,” he muttered in her direction after
lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag.
Aida relaxed,
letting out a small sigh. Whatever
Salida had said had worked; Jeffrey was no long homicidal.
she didn’t fear for her life at the moment.
Moving as quietly
as she could, she went back to the bed and laid down again, trying to calm her
mind. When Sands came back, she didn’t
want to be upset still.
Jeffrey just sat in
silence, smoking his cigarette and staring out at the ocean, seeing faces in
the waves. They were sneering at him and
he didn’t fucking like it. While he was
no longer meaning to kill Aida and do Sands some serious damage, he was far
from calmed down completely. But he didn’t
do anything more than snub his cigarette out violently on the top of the white
marble coffee table in front of him before giving the waves and their sneering
faces the finger and giving up control to Sands who went to meet Aida.
Aida turned her
head when she heard footsteps on the stairs.
She tried to tell by looking which man it was, but it was hard.
husband, but she didn’t know what consequences a mistake would cause, so she
didn’t say anything.
“Don’t worry, it’s
fucking me, spitfire,” Sands muttered, looking down at the threads of the
pulled stitch in his arm with a wince. “That
fucking hurt, you psychotic bastard,” he muttered under his breath with a frown
as he walked down the stairs and just watched his arm bleed a moment before
looking up at his wife. “Are you
alright?”
She nodded.
keeps life interesting.”
“May you live in
interesting times. A Chinese fucking
curse, remember?” he muttered, moving to sit down at the foot of the bed.
He was
brooding. She didn’t want him to on
their honeymoon. “New rule,” she
declared, flopping down on the bed and rolling onto her back so she could look
up at him. “No brooding or you have to
pay a fine.”
“I’m not brood–”
< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Hmmm. . .” she
tapped her chin. “This time I’ll let you
get away with a strip tease, but if I catch you at it again, then the fine will
be steeper.”
“A
“Don’t give me
that. You heard me.
stared at her. “Very dangerous sexual
predator, remember?” Her eyes were wide
and innocent . . . except for twinkle of laughter in them that dared him to
protest again.
“You’re incredible,”
he said with a short laugh and a shake of his head.
before taking the nap with her, he bent over and removed a single sock and
threw it over the side of the bed, taking time to wiggle his toes bris
bef
before doing the same with the other one.
“I can’t see,” she
teased softly.
“What do you mean
you can’t see? I’m sitting right in
front of you, spitfire,” he teased back.
“Can I see your
feet?” she asked in mock indignation. “I
didn’t think so. Stand up and give me my
fine’s worth.”
“If you insist, oh
demanding wife, mine,” he said with a smirk, rising to his feet and moving back
so she could see before wiggling his toes in her direction.
Aida rolled onto
her stomach and intently studied his feet.
The were nice ones for a man. A
little knobby, but then again, there weren’t a whole lot of truly attractive
feet in the world.
Her eyes slowly
traveled up from his feet, running over everything from legs to neck, lingering
longer in some areas than others. His
sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and she spent several long seconds
studying his forearms, remembering how it felt when they were wrapped around
her, holding her close to his body. A
tingle made its presence known low in her belly.
When her eyes
finally rose to met his, they were half lidded and hot, but there was a smile
playing on her lips. “All we’re missing
is the music.”
“Well it’s going to
stay missing. Sure, I’ll do a little
strip tease for you, that’s no problem, but a man has standards,” he said with
a smirk.
She pouted, but
didn’t press her luck. “Well, get on
with it then,” she murmured, staring at his shirt buttons pointedly.
she propped her chin up on her laced fingers and crossed her legs at the ankle,
rocking her legs back and forth in the air.
Sands gave her a
smirk and slowly rolled down each sleeve before unbuttoning the cuffs.
difficult, started unbuttoning it at random.
easily if I can help it.” He smirked,
then got a pensive look on his face. “Although, I suppose that doesn’t really
matter to you as long as I end up naked, now does it?”
“The anticipation
is half the pleasure,” she murmured, watching his hands, imagining them
undressing her. “Take your time.
“‘Have fun’ she
says. Hmm.”
but didn’t shrug it off, leaving it open to his bare chest.
and moving to where the food and drinks were.
pulling the champagne out of the chilled bucket.
shoulder, still not looking at her yet.
“Why stop at one?”
she replied. “
won’t get you drunk nearly as fast as booze.
Besides, we’re on our honeymoon.”
He turned around
and gave her a grin. “That’s my
spitfire,” he said, popping the cork loudly and turning to pour two full
glasses in the crystal the hotel had provided.
“I’ll try anything
once, under the right circumstances . . . and yes, I like strawberries.”
and bigger.
“Anything?
he said wickedly, moving over to hand her a glass of champagne.
to grab a ripe strawberry and sitting down on the bed with the fruit in his
hand, his own champagne left on the table since he only had one “good” hand and
didn’t want to spill any.
She did, letting it
linger in her mouth as she enjoyed taste and tingles of the liquid.
to ask what next, but Sands placed the berry on her lips before she could.
“Take a small .
<.
Savor it.
trying it again,” he said with a smile.
Her lips closed
around the tip of the fruit as her teeth sunk into it; her eyes stayed locked
on his. Slowly she moved her mouth away
and chewed the small bite, letting her tongue dart out to lick her lips.
“And?
get through his throat after two tries. There
was something very sensual about how she had just done that, and he was very
glad he was married to her at this moment.
“I think I want to
try it again,” she whispered, her voice throaty with arousal.
Sands made a tsking
sound and tapped the tip of her nose gently with the rest of the strawberry.
“Why do you think I
want to try it again?” Having said that,
Aida raised herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his chin,
tempting him to search out her lips with his own.
“Good point,” Sands
said with a slight nod, grabbing her face between his wrists and bringing her
up to face him. He leaned in to kiss her slowly, the kiss speeding up as it
deepened and he tasted the champagne and strawberries on lips and tongue.
“Show some more
skin,” she shot back.
Sands laughed.
bow, handing her the strawberry so he could remove his shirt.
pants, but didn’t do anything further. “Take
another drink of champagne, nibble at the strawberry, kiss me, and you’ll get
to see more,” he said with a smirk, reclaiming the strawberry from her and
running it over her lips but not letting her have any yet.
Aida knew he was
both playing and evading his ‘fine,’ but she didn’t complain.
With that thought
in mind, she slowly cleaned her lips and took another small sip of champagne
before parting her lips, waiting for the strawberry.
“That’s my
spitfire,” he murmured with a grin, holding the strawberry out for her to bite.
“Maybe I should try next.
grew a little breathy as she took a bite of the strawberry just as slowly and
sensually as she had before.
It was incredibly arousing to see the effect she had on him.
until she was sitting upright. Her lips
landed where jaw met neck, and traveled down until growing close to his
lips. “You’re taking me lingerie
shopping tomorrow,” she informed him, her voice quiet but intense.
wearing much more than a scrap of silk and lace.”
“Oh, I can imagine,”
he whispered before moving to intercept her lips and kiss her even more
passionately than he had before. “You’re
a temptress, that’s what you are. And I
couldn’t care less,” he said with a grin when they finally separated.
calling you my little strawberry,” he said wryly, giving her a heated look
before kissing her again.
“I thought you were
trying to get me drunk to weasel your way out of your punishment,” she breathed
when they parted, doing her best not to pant.
“Which, I might add, is still going to last quite a bit longer since you
still have lots of clothes to remove.”
“Drunk?
with a grin that could have felled a saint.
wife without any barriers to slow us down,” he said, looking pointedly at her
own clothes before removing his pants slowly, letting her watch his every
movement. “Having fun?” he asked with a
smirk, watching her watch him.
“Do you really need
to ask?” she quizzed, her eyes locked on his taut stomach.
tastes, perhaps you need to do something about that.
“Is that right?
that, spitfire,” he drawled, sitting back down next to her on the bed.
drank what was left before setting it down on the floor next to the bed, ate
the rest of the strawberry, and grabbed both of her arms and raised them above
her head before taking a firm grip of her t-shirt and pulling it off.
letting the tastes swirl around on his tongue.
asked slowly, leaning over her, but not kissing her yet.
“Always,” she
murmured, cradling his head between her palms and drawing him down to meet
her. What she really wanted was more
than a taste, but she could be patient and bide her time.
He kissed her long
enough to leave them both a little lightheaded from lack of air before pulling
away. He then grinned at her again
before looking down at her chest. “God,
I love you. Always thinking ahead,” he
said with a grin, undoing the front clasp of her bra and pulling her out of it
gently before throwing it over the bed to join his clothes and her shirt on the
floor. “Mine,” he murmured, sucking and
nibbling on her left nipple slowly. When
she gasped, he pulled away and stood up at the side of the bed again.
the tops of his boxers and slid them down his body ever so slowly, his eyes
watching her the entire time. He stepped
out of them gracefully, just letting them fall where they lie.
enjoying his wife’s eyes moving across his body.
of those eyes on his naked skin surely would have gotten him there.
against one of the bed’s tall posts to let her watch him for a while longer
before he decided to make her match his current state of undress.
“Very.”
if I minded bondage?”
“Vaguely.
along the foot of the bed before returning to his post.
“I think I’m
feeling adventuresome.” Her eyes
practically flowed up his body to meet his eyes.
her honeymoon.”
“Oh,” Sands said
slowly. “I think . . . I could arrange
that.” He had fucking waited long
enough. He moved back to the bed and
straddled her, feeling her moist heat clearly though her thin pajama pants.
her body lonoughough to make them both moan softly before taking hold of her
pants and underwear both and moving to pull them off of her.
enough to try that at the moment, spitfire.
with a smirk, moving to position himself above her again, but not entering her
yet. He smiled at the feeling of her
hips raising up to meet his as he began kissing every piece of flesh his mouth
came in contact with.
“Sands,” she
moaned, writhing underneath his body, anything to get closer to him.
between them to be gone. “I need you.”
driving her out of her mind. “Please.”
drove upwards, a gasp escaping her as she briefly felt his rock-hard length
against her. The sensation was gone as
quickly as it’d come, and it frustrated her.
Sands’ patience was
about spent. He liked to play games, he
liked to tease, but the time for teasing was long past.
her inch by exquisite inch. The
sensation was just as mind blowing as it always was, and he took a brief second
to enjoy it before starting a slow thrust that began to build as soon as it had
started. “Oh . . . I love you, Aida,” he
whispered breathlessly before forming coherent sentences grew rather difficult.
As for Aida, she
was already trying to hold off an impending orgasm.
bit longer before giving in, but it was getting harder and harder to
resist. Trying to divert her one track
mind, she sent her hands roaming over her husband’s back.
delighting in the way the curve of his spine so gracefully bowed and
straightened as he pu in in and out of her.
her legs around his waist. Several sharp
moescaescaped her as Sands teased with three or four short, hard thrusts.
hands on his chest and pushed him back so she could watch his face.
Sands almost
frowned and asked what she was doing as she pushed him back before he figured
it out. He tried to keep his eyes open
and focused on her as she watched him, but it was difficult.
back, moan loudly, and let his eyes roll up in the back of his head at the
intense pleasure he was feeling. It was
almost too much. Too sweet.
him. Loved her more than anything.
She was
his world, there was nothing more to it than that.
managed again, forcing the words out of his brain and through his mouth before
her hands moved again over him and he did throw his head back and moan.
for some reason, he wanted her to understand that.
gasped again, before his control slipped and he was suddenly coming with such
intense pleasure that he could only hold on and pray that it never stopped.
Feeling him come
into her threw her over the edge of her own release.
fists against his back as her body took over control for her spinning
mind. Distantly, she felt her hips
jerking up to meet his erratic thrusts, demanding more and instant
gratification. “Sheldon,” she gasped,
feeling the sensations swamp her again, not believing how strongly she was
coming.
Sands might have
winced at her use of his name, but at the moment he truly didn’t care.
body underneath him and he sensations it . . . she were creating in him.
He would have told her that he loved her
yet again, but he didn’t have the breath.
buried it there, his breath coming in short, quick pants.
chest, and if it were to stop beating or explode at this very moment it wouldn’t
matter because he would die content and loved in his wife’s embrace.
Finally, after too
many heart-wrenching seconds to count, Aida felt her body relaxing, her muscles
turning to jelly as she sank into the bed, Sands’ body a comforting weight on
top of hers. “Mmmm....” she sighed,
moving heavy arms to embrace him better.
Unable to actually form any words, she merely turned her head and
pressed several kisses into his neck.
“I’ll see that ‘mmmm’
and raise you a ‘you’re fucking amazing,’” Sands drawled slowly, and still more
than somewhat breathlessly, not moving an inch, just laying on top of her, his
eyes closed and his face in the shadow of her neck, enjoying her kisses.
“I fold,” she
whispered. “I don’t have the energy for
you to raise any more.”
“Good.
move.”
Aida smiled lazily,
and breathed in deeply, trying to capture his scent in her lungs.
something wet dribbling from her nostril.
Cursing in her mind, she turned her face away and checked her nose with
the first two fingers of her right hand – there was a spot of blood on them.
her head back and waited for the bleeding to stop.
Sands felt
something warm and wet drip on to his shoulder and frowned.
crying? Why the fuck would she be
crying? He lifted his head up to see
if she was alright, he saw what she was doing and tensed up.
“Shh. . . .”
for blood came to rest on his chest.
Aida felt his pounding heart, and felt her own break just a bit for
him. “Shh . . . it’s just a little one.”
no fresh blood on them. “See, already
done.”
“Don’t fucking do
that to me,” he whispered under his breath, looking away briefly but not moving
off of her. “Are you ok?” he asked in a
soft voice, trying to calm his racing heart and screaming nerves.
“Yes.
Here,” she stuck her arm out in his direction, “test my pulse if you’re
not sure. Listen to my heartbeat.
I’m fine.”
Sands didn’t answer
her, but moved so that he could lay his head on her chest and hear her
heartbeat. He did so, and closed his
eyes, letting the steady rhythm of her heart calm him.
his direction as he did so.
“See?
with my loving husband at my side. How
could I do anything but come out on top?”
Her hands wound into his hair, trying to calm him.
While he was no
longer worried for her any more than he normally was, he was slowly filled with
anger. Anger that he couldn’t do
anything for her. Angry that he couldn’t
take the sickness that was invading her body and beat the shit out of it before
killing it slowly and painfully. Angry
that he was so helpless to do anything but stand by her side and watch.
but try and convince his ever more depressed mind that she would be alright.
more than he would. But just because you fight doesn’t mean you always win, a nasty
voice whispered within his thoughts.
“Shut up.
to it, closing his eyes and trying to will it away.
would be back. It always came back.
worst nightmares and there was nothing he could do but listen.
helplessness and almost nothing more. “I
love you Aida,” he whispered softly. His
love for her and the helplessness were all he had left.
“That’s good.
her hands stilling but not leaving his head.
“Jeffrey?”
“What?” he asked,
raising his head to look at her with narrowed eyes.
“Jeffrey.
“Oh.
wasn’t. And Jeffrey . . . he doesn’t . .
. he hardly talks within my head anymore.
say out loud, I guess,” he said slowly.
tensed slightly, not quite knowing how she would react to that.
Her eyes moved away
from his and she nodded in understanding.
“I talk to that one too sometimes.
If no other reason to drown it out.
Positive thinking is the only thing that got me through the last time .
. . I don’t know what I would have done if I had listened to my doubt.
quite as loud.”
Sands was a step
away from giving a wry chuckle at that.
little nagging voice within your head about . . . all this, but at least yours
isn’t really real. Mine . . . unfortunately
is. And it’s a fucking bastard.
something just above an inarticulate whisper again.
“Shh,” she shushed
him again. “I’m here.
background, come to me. I’ll be your
anchor like you’re mine. You don’t have
to be afraid of them. If Jeffrey can’t
drive me off, nothing else can. Shh, my
love, shh.”
Sands shushed.
comforted and calmed by the feel of her hand through his hair and sighed deeply
as if expelling all bad thoughts out with one breath.
melted back into the din of his mind where they remained for the time being.
enough for what he was feeling. She was
everything. More than love.
so he remained silent, hoping she would understand.
“I know.
It seemed like they
laid in bed, their bodies still entwined, for hours, and it was possible that
they could have. But finally the light
that was coming though the windows gained a red-ish tent, and their bodies grew
cool. Aida turned her head into her
husband’s shoulder and whispered, “I’m hungry.”
“You want to go out
or stay in?” he asked slowly, his voice thick as if he was coming out of a
great, deep sleep when in truth he couldn’t remember having slept at all.
“I don’t care.
person if you didn’t want to and I’m content with whatever you decide.”
“Then let’s just
stay here. We can eat out tomorrow
night, promise,” he murmured. “I just
want to . . . stay. For as long as I
can.”
“Then we’ll
stay. We’ll eat, and then I’ll run us a
hot bath, and then we can do whatever we want.
Even take a
on the beach if that's what you want.”
Her hands were stroking his back soothingly.
here?”
“I don’t want you
to get up and do anything, but yeah, I suppose somebody has to,” he murmured
with a small smile.
She smiled.
Slipping out from
under his body, Aida pulled the blankets up around him, tucking him in
tenderly. Laying a soft kiss on his
head, she went into the bathroom and retrieved one of the snowy white bathrobe
hung there.
After covertly
checking on Sands, she found the room service menu and quietly ordered their
dinner – steak for him and an omelet for herself.
back down at her husband's side.
“I do eat more than
merely steak, just so you know,” he said wryly.
suppose it’s a moot point.” He hesitated
and added, “I could hear you order from down here,” when she gave him a
somewhat confused look.
“Well, I wasn’t
sure what you were in the mood for, so I decided to play it safe.
tomorrow.” She grinned and nestled
against him. “Comfy?”
Sands made a face
the ‘new things,’ then nodded. “I am
now. And you didn’t have to tuck me in,”
he said with a lopsided grin.
“But you didn’t
protest either.” She nuzzled her cheek against
his. “I like mothering you.”
Sands didn't really
know what to say to that. On some level,
he chafed at the notion he needed mothering, but he didn’t say anything.
However, Aida didn’t
need words to see his discomfort. “How
about I enjoy pampering you instead? I
like touching you. I like doing things
for you. I like you.
Making you happy makes me happy.”
There was a smile on her face the entire time she gently teased him with
her words, but there was sincerity in them as well.
“If your making me
happy makes you happy, then that’s what really makes me happy,” he said with a
smirk. “Mother all you fucking want.
remembrance of his mother’s lack of affection rolling off his back.
“In that case,
perhaps I should have gotten you chicken soup.”
She teased to cover up how much she hurt for him.
terms with her family didn’t mean that she hadn't gotten plenty of affection
growing up.
“Hardy har har.
dryly.
There was a knock
on the door, surprising them both. “Well,
someone in the kitchen has a fire under their butt,” Aida murmured, standing
up. “Is your wallet in you pant’s
pocket?”
“Yeah.
sitting up in bed. “Shall I get up and
greet them?” he asked with a smirk. “You
don’t have to go.”
“You’re nekked,”
she teased, quickly locating the billfold.
“Stay in bed where you’re not going to shock anyone.”
up the stairs and answered the door.
“But what’s the fun
in that?” he muttered to himself when she had gone.
Aida paid the
delivery boy and gave him a generous tip, and closed the door.
setting their food on the table.
Sands rolled his
eyes, half tempted to simply put on a single sock and perhaps a shoe, but stood
up and pulled on his boxers. That would
have to do. He didn’t feel like wearing
any item of clothing that he didn’t have to.
the table.
“Tomorrow morning,
shopping,” she told him. “I’d like to
have some clean underwear, and perhaps a toothbrush.
“Fine.
asked warily, setting the knife and fork he had picked up back down.
“Ten or so.
awake, you’d have other things on your mind than shopping.”
him.
“Well . . . yeah,”
he said with a smirk. “This is our
honeymoon, remember? The supposed gift
the husband gets after going through the wedding ceremony?”
as he managed to cut a single piece of his thankfully tender steak off and eat
it. One thing that he had to be thankful
for about Jeffrey, is that by being “left-handed” the two of them were in fact,
ambidextrous. It had strengthened his
fingers and made dealing with the broken hand a little easier.
Aida knew better
than to offer to help. “So that gives
you – as in grooms – the right to keep me – as in the bride – up as long as you
want, using my poor, defenseless body for your own licentious desires?”
“That about sums it
up, yeah,” he said with a smirk before cutting off another piece of steak.
cutting the steak with one hand and a few good fingers, and keep to that.
had helped a lot.
“But by that
reasoning, you didn’t have to go through months of planning and naggind
nd
hours of cery, sy, so your right
would considerably less than that of your average groom.”
“I think by
technically being married to two people at the same time I should have
he said with a smirk.
Aida’s eyes
narrowed dangerously. “Want to count how
many people you’re married to again?
Because if there’s another wife, then she can come deal with your debauched needs and desires.”
Sands had just been
about to take another bite of his steak when she spoke, and his fork froze in
front of his mouth. “Just you, Aida.
backpedal. He wasn’t stupid enough to
argue over that topic.
“Unless you’re not
sure that Jeffrey and Salida’s marriage wasn’t legal.
married to others, and babies belonging to other parents around here and she
wasn’t going to stand for it on her honeymoon.
“Not checking it.
honeymoon. Nobody else’s.”
Placated, she
returned her attention to her meal, alternating bites of omelet with bites of
sliced guava and papaya.
to speak again until she asked him something.
getting him into trouble.
Aida quickly
finished her own meal and left the table, not bothering to see if Sands was
going to follow her or not. She was
still a little perturbed over that smart-ass comment of his, but was also
determined not to let it ruin the few days they had alone together.
Walking down the stairs,
she went into the bathroom and literally froze at the sight of the enormous
whirlpool tub. It was surrounded by
ferns, orchids, ivy, and even a miniature palm, giving the entire room the feel
of a secluded pool in the middle of the jungle.
The floor was bamboo and one entire wall was glass, just like the rest
of the suite.
finally appearing on her face. In no
time at all, she’d filled the tub and set the jets to whirling away.
the water, sighing in contentment.
Sands didn’t follow
her right away. He had another glass of
champagne while he waited a few minutes to be sure she was calmed down enough
after the almost fight they had just had.
still might be pissed at you. Wait too
long and she’ll be pissed at you for not joining her right away.
sighed and made his way to the bathroom, a refilled glass of champagne in his
right hand. “Wow.
widened eyes as he took a brief tour of the plants and flowers.
the water that’s hopefully waiting for me.”
felt the need to smooth over relations between the two of them after his
fucking stupid comments earlier.
“Hmm,” Aida was
willing to leave him standing there for a little bit longer.
water, would that make me a water lily?
And if it does, does that also make you my frog prince?”
Sands shrugged, a
wide grin on his face. “As long as it
means I get to join you, you can call me whatever you want, spitfire.”
“I know.”
that particular subject?”
“No.
closer to her. “I won’t bring it up
again,” he said with a nod, sitting down on the edge of the tub, but keeping a
hold of the glass of champagne.
“At least not like
that,” she agreed, forcing herself to smile softly a few seconds later.
are you going to join me, my frog prince?”
Sands gave her a
wry look before rising to his feet and setting the glass of champagne carefully
on the tub’s edge. “I would have joined
you already if you hadn’t made me get dressed before coming to dinner,” he said
with a smirk, shedding his boxers and joining her in the tub, careful not to
knock over the champagne glass. “Oh,
this is nice,” he said with a little sigh, sinking down in the hot water up to
his mid-chest, careful to keep his arms above the water line.
Aida hummed her
agreement, and turned her head so her cheek rubbed against his forearm, which
was propped against the ridge of tub behind her head.
“Does that mean you’re
not mad at me anymore?” he asked gently, referring to her movement.
“You’re forgiven.”
face. “And absolved.”
“Thanks for the
forgiveness, but I’m not so sure about the absolution,” he said with a smirk as
he wiped the water off of his face with a dry hand.
twinkling with mischief.
“I’m not going to
damn you,” she said in exasperation. “Well,
not easily at least.”
“Not easily?
raised eyebrow, shifting slightly so a stream of water from one of the jets
began to work on his back.
“Well, I’d damn you
if you ever left me. If you confessed
you really were the one to get Salida
pregnant. If you hurt one of the cats –
speaking of which,” she interrupted herself, “did I tell you that Jeffrey got
Salida a cat?”
“I’ve never slept
with sunrise except for the occasional literal mishap, I wouldn’t fucking hurt
any of the cats, and what do you mean Jeffrey got a cat?
“Yesterday.
Salida while he went out to run some errands, and when he came back, I’d run
downstairs for something, but he was carrying a cardboard box that was hissing
and spitting. I asked what it was and he
said something about a cat with Salida’s temperament or something.
“So that’s where
the fucking scratches came from,” Sands muttered, looking down at his arms.
“I’d assume so, but
I didn’t have much of a chance to ask.
Salida was being withdrawn and non-commutative most of the day, and
Jeffrey slept on the couch while she watched TV.
Sands shrugged.
“I hope its getting
along with our cats.” Aida was
momentarily distracted, frowning at the reminder that she’d left her kitten to
the care of someone who refused to touch it.
“I heard Jeffrey
remind sunrise to feed them. They’ll be
alright for a few days. Don’t worry,” he
said with a small smile, moving over to kiss her softly on the tip of her nose
for no other apparent reason than because he could and felt like it.
She sighed again,
and rubbed her nose along his. “I miss my
kitten.”
“I’m sure she
misses you too, Aida, but she and Obsidian will be fine.
He was right.
previous topic of conversation. “Do you
know how the frog prince was released from his spell and turned back into a
man?”
“He and the water
lily had wild, passionate sex until neither one of them could even think about
moving let alone make the attempt? Am I
close? Because I want to be close,” he
said with a wicked grin. “It’s a better
ending, anyway.”
“How do you have
wild, passionate sex with a slimy pond weed?” she asked.
“Through lots of
practice? Fine.
with a grin.
“Are you saying my
kiss is going to turn you into a man?” she teased, a wicked smirk starting to
show on her lips.
“Hmm . . . a wild
beast whose only intention is to ravish you long into the night perhaps, but
only a man? I guess we’ll just have to
see now, won’t we?”
“Sorry, I have a
policy regarding sex with wild beasts,” she retorted, slowly moving away from
him.
“Not this one, you
don’t,” he said with a smirk, pulling her back close to him.
don’t want to kiss me, that’s alright. I’ll
just kiss you instead.” He started with
her face, covering everything except her lips, and then moved down to her
shoulders and neck. “Mm . . . while I do
miss your hair, I like the easy . . . access,” he murmured, kissing the length
of her neck and her right left shoulder before moving to kiss the other.
Aida quite
willingly slumped against the side of the tub.
“I miss my hair too.” Distracted
from what he was trying to do, she raised one hand and ran her fingers through
the sparse strands still on her skull.
Sands frowned when
she no longer seemed to be paying attention to him, and moved his kisses up to
the top of her head. Wherever her
fingers moved, he kissed. “It’ll grow
back once you’re better. But your hair,
or lack there of doesn’t matter. I still
think you’re as beautiful now as when I knocked you over coming out of the
hotel,” he murmured between kisses.
“What if it grows
back straight? Or a different color?”
“Listen to me,
Aida,” he said, pulling away to look her in the eyes.
all, it wouldn’t matter.
petty as hair.”
“I understand that,”
she said, not really taking the time she should to think over the words.
“You haven’t been
listening to a word I’ve said, have you?
“For breaking what
rule? You have to say the rule before
declaring the fine. That’s the rule.”
“It wasn’t my rule.
And do I have to explain the definition
of just what a sociopath is to you, spitfire?
fun. You’re fined.
“Be that way then,”
she huffed, pretending to cross her arms over her chest in pettiness.
laughter in her eyes. “Fine away, my
love.”
“Oh, I intend to.
consequent lack there of. I’ll love you
regardless. Secondly . . . how . . . secluded
do you think that beach out front is, spitfire?” he asked casually.
“In front of a very
large, very crowded resort?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
But if you wanted to get away from everyone for awhile, call down to the
front desk and find out where a good spot to go would be.”
“Hmm . . . I’ll
keep that in mind. For later.
you’re already naked. I can’t have you
tied up so I can have my wicked way with you until tomorrow when I have the
proper tools, and I’m not quite ready to go outside yet.
have a fine for you at the moment. I
want to wait until we’re down on the beach,” he said with a shrug and a smirk.
and begin another round of that wild, passionate sex I was talking about
earlier.”
“Sands,” she
laughed, pushing at his shoulders. “Unless
you’re not planning on going down until like, dawn, I suggest you don’t get too
wildly passionate. You’ll wear me out.”
“Aww, where’s your
sense of adventure? Alright, fine.
you’ve no doubt noticed,” he said with a smirk.
“Yeah, along with
humility,” she shot back, sealing off his lips gently before he could protest.
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“Let’s go outside and play,” Sands said with a grin as he
walked around the bathroom, still dripping wet from their . . . water sport.
bother with underwear, his shirt which he left unbuttoned, and no socks or
shoes. “I want to go outside.”
Aida looked at him,
not bvingving what she was hearing. “Why
didn’t you warn me you were insatiable?” she grumbled, forcing herself to stand
up. Her knees locked to keep her
upright, she held out her hands from her side, watching as Sands cocked an
eyebrow at her. “Well, don’t just stand
there. Dry me off.”
Sands rolled his
eyes but grabbed a fresh towel and dried her gently but thoroughly as he spoke.
“I’m not completely insatiable,” he
argued with a smirk. “And who said we
were going outside for more sex? We are,
don’t get me wrong, but all I said is I wanted to go out and ‘play.’
warn you about than my sexual appetite,” he said dryly, but the undercurrent of
playfulness was still there.
“I’ll make you pay
for this, my love. See if I don’t.”
filled her head, making her grin.
“Oh come on, you
love me and you know it,” he said with a smirk before drying a few of the more
. . . intimate places on her body
before taking a step back. “Dry enough?”
“Yes.
she informed him, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to gather
her own clothes.
“Not if I can help
it,” he murmured to himself with a grin before going upstairs to make the phone
call down to the front desk to ask about secluded portions of the beach.
bedroom and waited for Aida, contemplating on whether or not he wanted another
glass of champagne.
“It’s warm by now,”
she said, after having noticed the direction of his gaze.
want.” She appeared at the top of the
stairs, fully dressed, having retrieved her sandals from where they’d been
abandoned near one of the windows.
“Alright,” he said
with a nod, grabbing the bottle and sticking it under his left arm and grabbing
the two wineglasses by the stems upside-down in his good hand. “Shall we, then?”
Aida nodded and followed
Sands out the door, grabbing a nearby throw as they passed the couch.
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“The guy at the front desk said that there’s a secluded spot
on the beach that they save for people like us.
supposedly surrounded by palm trees or something like that.
and sounds of the ocean and the clear sky filled with stars overhead.
Property of the Hawaii Prince Hotel.’
Sands hung a small piece of red plastic to.
holding out hand for her to go first. “After
you, spitfire.”
She threw a
suspicious glance in his direction, but didn’t say anything.
spot relatively free of bits of shell and rock, and then spread out the blanket
she’d brought with them, taking a seat.
It really was a
nice night – clear, warm. . . . The sand
was cool on her feet, the breeze blowing off the ocean was warm enough for her
to be comfortable without a jacket, and the moon was at its peak, having risen
late. “Think we could stay here until
dawn?” she asked quietly, her voice just barely audible over the crash and hiss
of the surf.
blanket next to her, setting the bottle of wine and glasses upright in the sand
about a foot away so they wouldn't get knocked over.
rolling up his cuffs and standing to walk down to the shore.
“Sands?” she asked
curiously, watching him pace back and forth near the tideline.
“I am feeling
rather restless, it seems. What are you
going to do while I walk?” he asked turning to look at her.
“Nap . . . since it
doesn’t look like I’ll have much opportunity to sleep otherwise.”
Go wear yourself out.”
“Not going to
happen,” he said with a smirk, walking up to her and giving her a kiss on the
forehead. “Don’t float away.
“I’ll be waiting.”
curve of coastline, and then she turned her gaze back out to sea, watching the
ever-changing yet totally constant horizon in front of her.
Sands didn’t know
how long he walked, he just kept going until he felt the restlessness he had
been feeling replaced with a desire to take his wife again, and again.
clearly wasn’t his own. “How fucking far
did I go? I don’t even like walking!” he
muttered to himself, turning around to look down the shoreline at and traitrail
of bare footprints. “Well this is
fucking far enough. Time to get back to
my waiting wife before the fucking sun comes up.”
was in danger of that happening, but he didn’t quite know how far he’d walked
and consequently how long it’d take to get back.
things. He shrugged and began to walk
back.
It seemed like a
good amount of time had passed before he came back to where his footprints had
originated from, looking in on his sleeping wife.
to sit next to her.
Whether she was
only sleeping lightly or if some special sense told her he was nearby, Sands
’t k’t know. But whatever the cause,
Aida turned restlessly towards his body
as he reclined on one arm next to her, her legs moving until they’d become
entwined with his. As her body stilled,
her lips curved up in a slight smile, right before she soundlessly whispered
his name.
“That’s me, wife
mine,” he whispered softly. He then
sighed and leaned over and kissed her forehead.
are you? Because, that wouldn’t be any
fun at all, spitfire,” he whispered a little louder.
Her eyes cracked
open at the sound of his voice, but once she saw his silhouette against the
darkened sky, they closed again. She was
safe with her husband.
“Aida, if you don’t
wake up right now and pay attention to your impatient husband, there’ll be
consequences,” he warned, but still kept his voice somewhat soft.
wanted something, just mostly.
“I am paying
attention,” she murmured sleepily, moving her head so it was tucked against his
side.
“Obviously not, or else
you’d take heed of my warning,” he muttered.
rose to his feet with her in his arms. Once
he was sure he wasn’t going to drop her, he walked her out to the shoreline and
into the ocean a ways, gave her a brief kiss on the forehead, muttered “I did
warn you,” and dropped her in.
A loud shriek let
him know that his dozing wife was finally awake a moment before she practically
rebounded off the water itself. She
stood dripping in front of him, clothes molded to her body, a piece of seaweed
on her shoulder, and water dripping off her nose.
glorious hair would have looked like, as soaking wet as the rest of her, but –
“What the hell?”
she exploded, picking off the seaweed with a shiver of distaste.
“Had to be done.
you were ignoring me. And I did warn
you,” he reminded her again, backing away when she took a step forward.
Aida stopped, and
her anger was immediately wiped from her face as if it’d never been there.
“Just figured you
might want to even up the score, that’s all,” he said warily.
through the ocean. He had never liked
swimming in anything other than a clean, chlorinated and clear pool.
him.
“I’m not going to
throw you in the ocean,” she giggled softly.
“You’re not?” he
asked, the wariness still present in his voice.
“I’m a lot nicer
than you.” There was still a smile on
her face and she experimentally stepped closer to him again.
“I suppose that’s
true,” he said, holding his ground.
“I’m also colder
than you at the moment, so you should fix the problem you made,” she grumbled,
now sure that he wasn’t g to to keep retreating.
“You weren’t waking
up. I got impatient,” he said with a
shrug. “Come out of the water and I’ll
be more than happy to warm you back up,” he said with a smirk.
“I’m coming, I’m
coming.” She slogged her way out of the
waves, holding up the waist of her drawstring pants with one hand, and the
other fisted over her hip as if it’d been hurt when she’d landed.
Sands noticed the
placement of her hand and frowned. “Are
you alright? I tried to go out as deep
as I could so you wouldn’t hit the bottom.
“I’m fine.
neck and pressed herself to him, pretending to shiver.
Sands cringed at
the wetness at first, but then decided he didn’t mind as he could feel every
contour and curve of his wife’s body through her soaked clothing.
as he could. “Want to go sit down on the
blanket?” he asked, pulling away a little to look down at her while he spoke.
“Not yet.
any suspicions, Aida emptied her handful of silt and seaweed down his back,
trying to dance away before his arms could turn to steel bands around her.
Sands made a
disgusted noise and arched his back with a grimace, grabbing her tightly before
she could get away. “Very cute,
spitfire,” he drawled sarcastically. “No
more fun with the ocean. I don’t even
want to know what you just put down
my only clean shirt.”
barely buttoned, or else it really would have gotten messy.
“You want to talk
about clean changes of clothes, well then I’ve got. . .” she tapped her chin
with her finger. “Then I have exactly
ocean.”
“So sue me.
get some new clothes,” he said, rolling his shoulders and frowning as he let go
of her, unbuttoned his shirt all the way, and took it off, using it to wipe off
as much of whatever she had sent sliding down his back as he could feel,
grimacing in disgust the entire time.
“Stop, you’re going
to need that for at least part of tomorrow.
Come over here and use a corner of the blanket or something.”
Sands made a face
but nodded and stopped using the shirt as a towel and followed her over to the
blanket. He used a corner to wipe off
the rest with a little shudder and turned to her, “And you said you were a lot
nicer than I was.” He snorted.
mean, spitfire,” he said wryly. “Now we
both smell like dead fish.”
“Remember who
started it,” she smiled sweetly and insincerely.
Sands just grunted.
“Well, I’m fucking ending it.
Aida considered
this, but didn't say anything. Instead
she started stripping off her wet, clammy clothes, figuring she’d be warmer
without them.
Sands smirked and
took a step back, perfectly content to watch her strip for the time being.
is the result,” he drawled.
She mock glared at
him. “You should be.
love.”
“Oh come on.
forgotten,” he said with a slight pout. “You wouldn’t really just stand here
and strip, letting me watch, and then not even so much as give me a quick roll
in the sand . . . You said you were
nicer than me. A lot, in fact.”
“Turn your back and
you won’t have to watch me strip,”
she shot back, hanging her clothing over a nearby branch, hoping they’d be
incrementally drier by the time she had to put them back on.
play dirty just as well as you can.”
Sands just gave her
a look. “Not funny, spitfire,” he
grumbled, moving to intercept her.
She dodged, putting
her back to the sea. She’d retreat into
the water, as naked as the day she was born if she felt like it.
“What, you’re just
going to swim away like a fucking mermaid?
didn’t really believe in rape – but he wasn’t going to just let her run off
without at least talking to him first either.
She grinned, her
foot stepping back into an approaching wave, looking much the siren.
her arms out and preparing to run.
Sands made a face,
he still didn’t want to go fucking swimming in the ocean, but she was leaving
him with no choice. He dropped his pants
to the ground and picked them up quickly, throwing them on top of the blanket
so they’d stay dry before coming in after her, just as naked as she was, and
not caring in the slightest. “I fucking
hate the ocean,” he muttered to himself, walking through the waves after her.
hurts on open wounds, spitfire? Do you?”
he called out with a pained and pissed off hiss.
“I thought you
liked a little bit of pain,” she called, walking backwards through knee-high
water.
“Oh sure, a little
pain mixed in with the pleasure is always enjoyable.
fingertips.
“Then keep your
arms out of the water,” she laughed, darting around behind him, the tips of her
fingers trailing along the small of his back.
“I will if you
will,” he muttered, turning to catch her.
grabbing, and darted away like a school of fish.
“What fun would
that be? You’re the man in this
relationship. Hunt for what you want
already.”
Sands looked at her
wryly. “The people I hunt for usually wind up dead,” he muttered to himself
softly. “You’re right.
I’ll chase you if you want.
waves quickly after her.
Aida led him into
deeper water and out, always just out of reach, her eyes laughing and a grin on
her face. Unfortunately for her, Sands
eventually discovered that if he tracked her on a parallel course in shallower
water than she was in, he could come closer and closer to grabbing hold of her.
Eventually he had
her cornered to where if she feinted left or right, he was right there to meet
her.
“What are you going
to do now? Are you going to live up to
your own responsibilities as the woman in this relationship and allow yourself
to be finally caught or am I going to have to chase you some more?
on some level, catching you is ultimately much more fun.”
“I s’pose that
depends on what you’re planning to do with your catch,” she called, swinging
her arms down and scooping water up.
Water which was thrown directly up in the air for her to watch sparkle
under the light of the moon.
“I’m going to reel
you in and mount you,” he said with an utterly serious face, watching her watch
the water before moving in to take a gentle hold of her.
close, enjoying the feeling of her wet, naked skin against his more than a
little.
“Are you going to
stuff me as well?” she asked coquettishly, pressing her body against his.
“It would only be
right to do so,” he said mock solemnly, moving his hands down to her waist and
below, cupping her ass above the roll of the waves.
getting on his hands, he made no sign. “You’re
beautiful.” The words practically fell
out of his mouth before he thought to say them.
the moonlight, giving her a soft glow. And
when she looked at him, her eyes sparkled.
a siren, I should have known it. I’m
fucking smitten. At least lead me to my
death content, alright? It’s only fair,
you know,” he said lightly, trying to take some of the sappy weight off of his
previous compliment.
“And how would you
like me to do that?” she crooned in his ear, her hands kneading the muscles of
his upper arms. On the last word, her
tongue flicked out against his earlobe, and she blew gently on it.
“I’m still up for
wild, passionate sex,” he said in a slightly breathy voice after giving off a
soft gasp to feel tongue against his ear.
chill his tongue where she had licked it.
“So you’d like me
to lead you out of the water, like so,” she pulled on his arm until their feet
were on dry sand again. “And then bring
you over to the blanket. . .” her actions still matched her words, and she led
him to the blanket, “only to pull you down on top of me so you can ravish my
sea-fresh body under the full moon. Is
that what you wanted?”
>
“Sounds . . . like
a plan,” Sands said slowly, letting himself be pulled down on top of her in a
frenzied tangle of naked limbs. His lips
attacked her without hesitation, kissing her passionately and a little bit on
the rough side. Once neither of them
could properly breathe and longer he moved his kissing to her neck and
shoulders, still kissing her with the same wild abandon that he had started
with. While he used his left elbow to
prop himself up above her, he leaned to the side slightly and moved his right
hand in-between their bodies, his fingers moving over her breasts, her stomach,
arms, anything he could reach. But he
didn’t thrust into her yet, as much as he may have wanted to.
stand being separated any longer, and only then would he give in to what they
both wanted. He was working quickly to
bring hr to that point, and she was doing the same to him.
“Does this . . .
does this make me . . . a trophy wife?” she panted, moving with and into his
caresses.
“What do you mean?”
he asked a bit warily, but didn’t stop his hands’ movements.
“‘Cause you’ve
caught and mounted me, and we’re working on the stuffing,” she teased, nipping
at his chest. “I’m too white trash to be
any other kind of trophy wife. Besides,
I’m too in love with my husband to bsocisociety lady.”
“Oh.
said with a grin before leaning over to give her another deep kiss on the
mouth.
When he pulled
away, Aida sighed happily. “You’re one
sexy beast, Sheldon Sands,” she murmured, bumping her hips against his.
Sands groaned.
he said dryly, giving her another quick peck on the lips before thrusting into
her with a singular motion. He didn’t
give her time to make a sound upon contact however. He sealed his mouth over hers and thrust his
tongue through her lips in a pale imitation of what he was doing to her body.
ravaging her body. He wasn’t trying to
hurt her or anything, but he didn’t have the patience or inclination to be
gentle. He wanted this sex rough, wild,
passionate, and most importantly, right now.
Aida groaned, her
tongue eagerly tangling with his. While
his body pounded into her, she managed to work her hand between them and
started rolling and pinching his small nipples, fighting for domination of
their kiss when Sands growled at her rough treatment of his body.
he was treating hers.
After taking a
moment to think about what she was doing to him, he decided it was fair and
that he didn't really mind all that much.
wants to play, I’m not going to stop her.
through his nose when he ran out of breath so he wouldn't have to stop kissing
her. The kiss they shared had turned
into a kind of battle between the two of them.
keeping it for long. Just when he
thought he had it, she’d do something to snatch that control away from him.
when he stopped to think about it. His
and used it for leverage, his thrust’s pace not letting up either.
to coming yet. He was simply enjoying
the ferocity of his desire and the way his wife seemed to match it.
that may have been the kissing instead, but it was all wicked fun.
Aida was the one to
finally break the kiss. She took several
gasping breaths, her chest pressing intimately against his, before she gifted
him with a particularly devious grin.
Before he could
act, she’d flipped them over, straddling his waist and resting her weight on
his shoulders. Within a breath, she was
riding him roughly, her desire blackened eyes locked on his.
“Ohhhhh . . . sweet
holy fuck, my little spitfire,” Sands moaned, arching his back as much as he
was able with her weight pressed down on his shoulders.
a few minutes ago, it was certainly in the cards if she kept up what she was
doing, and he was more than willing to let her at this point.
held on as tightly as he could for a few minutes before moving them up to her
breasts, tormenting her nipples and the tender flesh there.
but his mouth was dry and his breath was coming in heaving gasps. “Mine,” was
all he was able to manage.
“Oh yes,” she
breathed, arching her back to thrust her breasts into his hands.
of my life, and then do it again and again and again.
and if reminded later, would most likely blame it on the full moon.
“Oh I’ll give it to
you. Promise.
walk straight or sit down without wincing and yet you’ll be begging me to hurt
you just a little bit more,” Sands responded breathlessly, working on her
breasts for a couple of minutes before moving his hand down her stomach every
so slowly until he found her clit and thumbed it hard simultaneously thrusting
upwards into her as much as her weight on top of him and gravity would allow.
“Oh, fuck me,” she
hissed, raising herself up on her knees then slamming back down on his a grand
total of two times before her body went stiff with orgasm.
fingers dug painfully into his shoulders.
Sands arched up
into her as far as he could before groaning an inarticulate series of
mutterings that sounded vaguely like her name and either praises or curses
before every muscle in his body tensed before he all out roared his release,
not having the foresight or the ability to cut himself off before he could.
dissolved back into the series of muttered words, still thrusting up into her
erratically. He was dimly aware that his
shoulders hurt, but when he couldn’t get his brain to work on why that might be
he pushed it aside as unimportant, still muttering away to himself as if he
wasn’t aware of what he was doing.
As the intensity of
her release finally retreated, Aida slumped down on Sands’ chest, her lips
automatically starting to place kisses on any skin she could reach.
satisfaction, not allowing her to rest before seducing her husband into another
round of “wildly passionate sex.”
“Sands,” she
breathed, weakly moving to kiss and suckle the skin of his neck.
“Love you too,
Aida,” he gasped in response, his body finally stilling and his muttering
ceasing. “What did you do to my
shoulders?” he asked slowly, cracking his eyes open just enough to turn his
head to look at them.
“I dunno.
touching and teasing but never landing.
“That’s my
spitfire,” he murmured with a lazy grin moving his hands around her sides to
rest on her back. “What are you doing?”
he asked, gesturing to her teasing hands with a jerk of his head in their
direction.
“I dunno.
meaningless pattern on his collarbone with her tongue.
Sands shivered a
little under her ministrations before smirking.
“You are,” she
replied, absolutely certain. “It’s just
that you’re rubbing off on me. Or in
me. Depends on how you look at it.”
“Hmm, perhaps you’re
right. It’s probably a good thing that
you’re not insatiable. We’d never make
it out of bed.” He hesitated for a half
a second before speaking again. “Actually,
I’m fine with that. Learn all you want.
running his right hand up and down her spine slowly.
“I’d like to see
you try to stop me,” she murmured, distracted by the taste of salt on his
skin. “Doubt you could.”
“So do I, which is
why I’m not going to bother,” he said with a grin and a small sigh, perfectly
content to just lie back and let her bring him to arousal again as his hands
still moved absently over her back.
“Certainly can’t if
you can’t challenge a statement like that.”
She was muttering to herself now, still kissing and hand-fluttering her
way over his body. “I’ve got more
feminine wiles than I thought I did.
Mighty hunter felled by his hundred pound wife.”
“Fell me all you
want. I’m still not going to stop you.
insatiable, or I could try and get her to stop.
me,” he said wryly.
“You’re not a
retorted, briefly glancing up to meet his eyes.
“Well, what are you
going to do about that?” he asked with a smirk.
around with a hard-on around you all day long.
or so, not constantly,” he said wryly.
“Bite me.”
more irritating.
bottom lip before kissing the offended area.
She grinned
evilly. “Fuck me.”
“Such language,
spitfire,” he said with a smirk before rolling them back over so that he was on
top once more. “Should have been more
specific,” he murmured with an equally evil grin, moving his hand down her
chest and stomach slowly, bypassing her clit to stick a single finger deep
inside of her.
She didn’t want to
be specific. She wanted to be satisfied,
and this was definitely nice.
A keening sounds
escaped her as Sands added a second finger to the first, quickly but
irregularly pumping them in and out of her.
Within minutes her hips were bucking furiously into his hand as she
panted harshly for breath.
Sands could feel
himself grow hard again just by watching her.
stilling her protests with a shh. “Got
tired of just watching” he said somewhat breathlessly, positioning himself
above her heaving body. He hesitated
long enough to lock gazes with her before thrusting into her hard, moaning at
the contact.
“Oh god,” she
gasped, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer.
Oh god more.” One hand tangled in
his hair while the other traveled southerly to knead his rear as she strained
to arch her body against his.
Sands didn’t have
words, just reactions. He pounded into
her hard enough for their pelvises to crush together with each thrust, fast
enough to leave his head spinning, and passionate enough that he didn’t care in
the slightest. He just wanted her.
her breasts, her face, her arms, anything really.
of her skin beneath his fingertips. He
was heady with sensation, but still he wanted more.
Aida finally used
her grip on his head to pull him down within kissing range, quickly engaging
him in a passionate liplock, breaking it only to gasp, “Deeper, baby.
Sands obliged with
a mixed growl/grunt/groan, sitting back on his heels and taking her with
him. Delighted, she wrapped her legs
around his waist and rocked her hips back and forth in time to his bone-jarring
thrusts.
Sands was beyond
aroused by now. With every movement of
her hips he prepared himself to come, and yet each time she moved away from
him, he didn’t. With each powerful
thrust he could feel the pressure building, but when he pulled out of her as
much as her legs locked around his waist were letting him, he felt the pressure
settle back to an exquisite torture that settled itself somewhere between the
pit of his stomach and the base of his spine.
were being used as leverage at her waist to pull her closer to him with each
thrust. He didn’t mind, really, but he
wished he had a hand free to touch her. Since
he didn’t, he began to kiss her neck hard, determined to leave marks that she
wouldn’t be able to hide. That she would
have to bear proudly, and everyone would know that she was his.
She was getting
close. Her limbs were trembling, her
body was slick with sweat, and sound was starting to ring dimly in her ears,
barely audible at all over the throbbing of her own blood.
Sands better access to the skin there while pressing her body so tightly
against his there wasn’t room to stick a single sheet of paper between them.
“Catch me,” she
begged, feeling her muscles tense in preparation of release.
oblivion, but her body held her back still.
She was close, but not there.
What eventually
threw her over the edge was the sounds of Sands’ pleasure and the feeling of
his hot breath in her ear as he bit sharply at the lobe.
contracted around him, and her hips started jerking maniacally as she lost
control of her body.
Sands made it
through her orgasm with his own control intact, holding onto her tightly so she
didn’t fall, but as soon as the sensation of her muscles clenching rapidly
around him ed, ed, only then did his body decide it’d had enough and let go.
that way, so he didn’t even have time to roar again.
head back uttering a series of loud moans and gasps before the combination of
gravity and the arching of his back pulled him backwards to fall flat on his
back, taking her with him.
Aida laid quietly,
a small smile on her face as her husband’s released pumped into her.
better on his chest before letting her eyes slip shut.
still under her and his heart rate had begun to slow.
“Yup.
moving a muscle.
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“Sands, wake up.”
Aida gently shook her husband’s shoulder, sincerely hoping he was the
one that woke to her touch.
Sands mumbled
something under his breath that sounded vaguely like “I don’t wanna,” before
burying his face in his pillow.
They’d stumbled
back to the hotel some hours ago, taking a quick shower to rinse off sand and
salt water before getting into bed. It
was now just the very crack of dawn and Aida wanted her husband to wake up and
watch the sun rise with her. “Please
wake up? You can go back to sleep later.”
Sands let out a
soft groan but rolled over on his back and looked up at her with bleary eyes.
thick with sleep.
“Umm. . .” she
checked the clock. “
“You’re going to
have to speak up, spitfire, I’m still half asleep.
“I did.
be really pretty –”
“And you want me to
drag my ass out of this nice warm bed, and watch it with you.
over his face in a weary gesture. “You
do realize that unless I’m still awake at this time of day I’m barely human at
any time before nine, right?” he muttered.
“I’m not asking you
to get out of bed,” she murmured, cuddlinainsainst him and trying to put him
into a better mood. “It’s not like we
can’t see the windows from the bed. And
we are facing east. And you can go back
to sleep.”
“I didn’t say I
wouldn’t get up and watch it with you if that’s what you want,” he said with a
small smile, holding off a yawn. “I’m
awake, really.”
“No you’re not, but
I love you for pretending.” Aida was
pretty tired herself still, but she really wanted to watch the sun come up with
her husband.
“Alright, I’m not.
he said, shifting himself up on the bed slightly so he could better see out the
window. “I don’t mind.”
Aida knew when she
was being humored, but she also had better sense than to protest.
to Sands’ chest and the top of her head rested against his jaw.
“You’re welcome,”
he said softly, running the fingertips of right hand over her back gently as he
watched the sun come up with her.
It only took five
or ten minutes for the sun to clear the horizon, but by the time it had, it was
hard to believe that the sky had ever started as black.
pink, orange, and copper hand tinted sky and cloud, gilding the walls of their
room and turning the inside of their canopied bed a warm, buttery yellow.
of those warm tones were gone. When the
tropical blue of the Hawaiian sky had finally taken over, she sighed,
absolutely content to be where she was.
Drowsy and warm in her husband’s arms, with a whole new place to
discover . . . later.
/spa/span>“Well, that wasn’t
half bad. I’m not saying I’m going to
make this a habit, getting up at the crack of dawn just to watch the sun come
up, but that wasn’t so bad.” His voice
had already started to slur with sleep again.
“It was beautiful,”
she whispered, turning in his arms until she was facing him.
under his. “Time for more sleep now.”"
“Sounds . . . like
a plan. Good morning, spitfire,” Sands
said with a sleepy grin, letting her situate herself however she wanted.
She hummed an
acknowledgement before closing her eyes and drifting off, but not before she
heard his soft snores.