[oom] Room Number 4
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justcallmefeeThe 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."
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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Date: 2010-02-21 02:11 am (UTC)Caro. Me vida.
"You want to fuck me, you have to buy me dinner first."
She holds his eyes as she lowers her mouth again. They drift closed as she begins to move in earnest, remembering that she enjoys this, remembering what it feels like to have his hand in her hair and his body reaching for her.
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:16 am (UTC)He stops, caught by surprise by her sudden increase in pace, hissing his breath in over his teeth. It's a moan when the air is released.
'...not going to have sex?'
God's sake.
...but then again, this is good. And she'll give in at some point. He's in no condition to try and force the issue at the moment, one good punch to the ribs would have him down on the floor.
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:28 am (UTC)But it's a memory she'll have to answer for when she goes back to the Cays, so she pours herself into the task, taking in the feel of his skin, the smell of his musk, the sound of his voice.
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:37 am (UTC)'Shit, you know what you're doing.'
This could be his way of warning that he's close.
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:42 am (UTC)So she keeps going, relentless, wanting the endorphins to blot out the pain, wanting him to ache with the memory of her mouth moving on his skin.
She feels that surge building and she presses him deep, knowing just what he needs.
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:52 am (UTC)But then she sinks him deep and just keeps going and he's a goner. Ten seconds later and he shoots long and hard, a deep groan the only sound he makes and a slight pushing upwards into her mouth; it's all he can manage but the climax is no less satisying for that.
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Date: 2010-02-21 03:07 am (UTC)She still gentles him down the far side, and she can't leave him without pressing a kiss to that beautiful hip. And she can't help stalking back up to kiss that gorgeous mouth, long and slow and hungry.
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Date: 2010-02-21 01:07 pm (UTC)He's sated for the next few minutes though, so if she really meant it then he's not going to complain too much.
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Date: 2010-02-21 04:55 pm (UTC)"Take your shower," she says, stalking off the the kitchen without looking bacK. She doesn't sound angry, just tired.
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Date: 2010-02-21 05:17 pm (UTC)He's also pretty sure that she can't be pissed at him for not knowing this stuff - did he asked to be pulled into a magic bar and put in this situation? No he didn't. So he eases himself to a sitting position and lights a cigarette, working the remaining ache rom his balls with one hand.
Maybe he's supposed to say something to her but he doesn't know what. he doesn't know her. There's a sigh and he stands, stubbing out the smoke in an ashtray that already holds a few butts. Idly, he notes they're the same brand as his.
Shower. He doesn't linger but does pick up the jeans that belong to his older self, whether they're too big or not. At least they're clean. Then he heads to the kitchen door, smoking again and leaning on the frame so he can watch her.
'Not what you expected, huh?'
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Date: 2010-02-21 05:41 pm (UTC)"On the contrary," she says, all business again. "That's exactly what I expected from you. Back in the beginning when you showed up at my happy hour shift."
She dries the last cup and drops the dish rag, leaning against the counter with one hip. "But I'm used to you surprising me, too, so I suppose that's your explanation."
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Date: 2010-02-21 05:48 pm (UTC)He didn't realise she was going to expect him to explain himself. He doesn't know what he's supposed to explain.
'I don't know what you're talking about. What did you expect to have happen?'
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:23 pm (UTC)"It's okay," she says, half to herself. "We still have time."
She turns and gives him an affectionate look.
"I still want to go to dinner with you, sometime."
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:43 pm (UTC)He looks a little blank, a little surprised.
'I suppose so.'
When he thinks about that properly, he'll start to wonder exactly what is it she wants and what she expects from him. But not now. He's starting to ache again and he's tired. It's been a long and painful evening, aside from the pleasurable bits.
And then he grins, looking a little bit like a cheeky schoolboy.
'I know a few good places in Bogota. You can come to a fight if you like, since you seem to know so much about them.'
He's expecting her to say no, like that was a bluff on her part.
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:49 pm (UTC)"I would really love to see you fight." She's decided, she's going to call him Salazar in her head. He's not her Ramon yet. He's not her caro.
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:55 pm (UTC)He turns away, both gratified at her response (who wouldn't want to see him fight, he thinks. He makes it look good) and wondering immediately whether it's a good idea or not.
'I'm going home now but it's not a good time for you to come. When I'm brought back...if I am...I'll try and come on a fight night. You can come with me.'
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Date: 2010-02-21 07:02 pm (UTC)"Watch your back."
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Date: 2010-02-22 12:05 am (UTC)'Always.'
And then he's gone.