[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

The house in the Bahamas is still lacking in a few things, so she'd come back to make a pick up.  She's ticking off a list in her head when she sees him in the hallway, wandering like he's looking for something.  His knuckles are bloody, his eye half swollen shut, and he has one hand curled around his mid section, holding broken ribs no doubt.  He's got a bottle of tequila in one hand, but it's still mostly full. 

She can't just let it be.  She can never just let it be.

She stops in the middle of the hall, weight cocked on one hip, her honey dark voice a playful drawl.

"Hey gorgeous."

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[justcallmefee]

She watches, oh she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. She lets her eyes roam where her hands can't. The planes of his chest, the ripped and cut flat of his stomach, the delectable hollow of his thigh, the curve of his half hard prick. She swallows hard, and drags her eyes back to his face.

"Your grandfather was Portuguese, wasn't he?"

[latino_menace]

'Mmmm. And he said Europeans are the worst of people.'

He smirks, knowing he looks good despite the bruising, and liking the attention she's giving him. He'd prefer it were her hands rather than her eyes though obviously and he closes the distance again, walking up to her until his chest touches her crossed arms.

'I need someone to scrub my back.'

[justcallmefee]

"You do know that Portugal is considered European, hmm?"

She leans towards him as he approaches, letting her eyes wander again. Her brow furrows and she reaches for his arm, again unable to keep herself from caressing his bare skin. She turn his palm up and runs her hand over the inside of his forearm.

"Your tattoo..." The Virgin of Guadalupe, with her star laden robes and her roses, hasn't been inked yet.

[latino_menace]

'Why do you think he left?'

He watches her hand, feeling himself start to harden properly as she touches him.

'...what are you talking about?'

[justcallmefee]

Her fingertip traces the outline on his skin. "When you're older, you have the Virgin of Guadalupe, here," she says in a quiet, small voice.

She can smell the musk of his body, and she feels herself respond, heart racing, skin coming alive. Maybe just... It's the first time for him. She wants to make it-- What? Special?

She doesn't even realise she's biting her lower lip.

[latino_menace]

He pulls his arm away, not fast enough to be rude but quick enough to let her know that he doesn't want to hear that. He's sick of people telling him what he's like when he's older like he, at this age, doesn't exist.

He ignores the fact that he's curious as fuck about it himself. And tilts his head, leans down to kiss her hard.

[justcallmefee]

She meets that kiss, fire flaring in her skin every place he's touching her, a hungry little whimper in the back of her throat. (He's always known how to drive her crazy, how to get her out of her own head.) Her hands press flat against his chest, her nails biting into his skin, keeping him at bay, barely. But she can't hold back with him kissing her like this, and she rises on her toes, drinking from his mouth like he's the last thing she'll ever taste. Like she has one and only one chance to make him believe, if only for a moment.

[latino_menace]

If he weren't kissing her, she'd see the smugness on his face. If he weren't distracted by those nails in his chest and the ache in his balls, it'd be radiating off him. The way she goes at it, maybe his older self has sense, being with her - and he loves it when they start off by saying no and then crumble into a willing yes.

His hand finds her hip and he's pulling her against him, ignoring the flare of pain in his side. This is worth any amount of pain.

[justcallmefee]

She arches back, not pulling away but putting enough space she can look into his eyes. Her voice is a breathless whisper.

"Two things."

[latino_menace]

He just looks at her, not really caring about what she's going to say. And after a beat, takes one of her hands and pushes it down his body towards his cock.

He figures she can talk and play at the same time.

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers stop at his ribs and she reminds him of just how much she knows about anatomy. Not cruelly, just enough to put the brakes on. (Her hips are telling another story all together.)

"Do you remember my name?"

[latino_menace]

He frowns at the probe and has to resist the impulse to pull back. That hurts.

'It's Fiona.'

She said it enough times when they first met - and did she really think he wouldn't have gone over that conversation in his head a dozen times or more? The woman claims to be his girlfriend in thirty years time, he's going to take note of what she says and does.

[justcallmefee]

"Good," she murmurs, leaning in for another kiss, her nails trailing along the base of his abdomen, not quite where he wants her to yet. She pulls back again, breathing hard now, eyes wild.

"You said I was too old for you. What changed your mind?"

[latino_menace]

He rolls his hips forward, trying to get some friction, his fingers finding the button of her jeans and tugging at it.

'If a woman looks right, it doesn't matter how old she is.'

So she can surmise that when they met in the bar, he was freaked out and insulting her for fun. He wasn't being serious.

[justcallmefee]

There really isn't much of a difference between them, she realises. Her eyes slit, and her thumbnail finds the pressure point just beneath the hollow of his hipbone and she presses, making him turn, putting distance between them.

"I look 'right'? You can do better than that, can't you?"

She starts backing him towards the bed, her movements more reminiscent of a fighter than any woman he's ever been with.

[latino_menace]

She doesn't know what the ghetto rats in Bogota look like, clearly. Some of the women are rougher than the men.

'I'm pretty sure you didn't ask me back here to talk.'

His hand catches hers and he yanks it away, his eyes going dark. He doesn't like being forced around the place like he's a dog. But he's happy enough to head towards the bed - never going to complain about that.

[justcallmefee]

The violent move is brushed off, like it didn't happen. "I brought you back here because you were injured," she counters, not letting him get very far. Her hand comes to rest back on his sternum, and she follows him, step for step, stopping him before he gets there.

"Do you trust me, Ramon?"

[latino_menace]

'What?'

He looks at her like she's insane.

'What do you think?'

Not a chance in hell he's going to trust her after two meetings.

[justcallmefee]

A little smile flares around her eyes, and she licks her lips. She rises to whisper against the corner of his mouth.

"Good."

This is a mistake, she knows it's a mistake, but he's right here, and she wants.

"Now lay back. I want your cock."

[latino_menace]

That's the sort of language he understands. No bullshit, no games. Straight to the point. So he grins and sits down on the bed, one arm protecting his side.

'You've got too many clothes on,' he points out as he eases himself back, running a hand over his hard-on unselfconsciously.

[justcallmefee]

She stalks up his body, urging him to lay back, taking another fierce kiss from his mouth, her hand taking over from his. Slower, more intent, her thumb immediately finding that sweet spot and doing that thing that makes his breath catch in the back of his throat.

[latino_menace]

It hadn't occurred to him that she'd know exactly what he likes but the way she takes him in hand and immediately sends a jolt of electricity though him, brings it home to him. She already knows his hot spots and he's clueless as to hers.

But fuck it, he's not going to worry about it. He just wants to enjoy himself.

[justcallmefee]

She takes control, nuzzling along his jaw, pressing her sharp teeth to the side of his neck, waking up his skin. Her hand still moves, keeping his attention as she works her way down. Tasting the sweat in the hollow of his throat, nibbling and sucking along his collarbone, nipping and then flickering her tongue over his nipple.

Her body settles above him, her light frame resting on one hand. She closes her eyes and focuses on him, writing all the things she can't say, all the things he won't hear, in fire on his skin.

[latino_menace]

He's quite liking this. He's trying to remember the last time he let a woman have her way with him and nothing really springs to mind. Maybe an older woman when he was fifteen, the odd hooker here and there. But normally, he likes to be driving things; it makes it easier to get his kicks and then leave.

She's good though. Her hand on his cock is firm but not too hard, she moves it the way he likes and he always appreciates feeling teeth in his skin because it gets him going. Maybe it's a bit slow for his liking but the truth is, he's not in any shape to roll and take over. His ribs wont let him and his muscles are stiffening the more he cools down. So he has no choice but to take what she gives him and so far, so good.

[justcallmefee]

She pulls away for a moment, looking up into his face, her eyes wild as she studies him.

I need you here with me. She can't help but superimpose the image of his older self on those young features. She misses the gravel of his voice, she misses the way he touches her face. Let it go.

She withdraws down his body, easing passed his injured ribs, bending to breathe a warm line down the hollow of his hip, turning her head to let her lips graze the crown of his cock. There's a breathless little moan in the back of her throat as she takes him in.