[oom] Dream A Little (Victoria Cays)

[justcallmefee]

Ramon had spent a week in the cells, and she'd visited him every day.  Security had let her through the barrier to check on him, but only for a few minutes.  It'd been enough to see to it that he had enough pills to keep him set.  And a book or seven.  (She knows he likes to read, even if he'd never admit it out loud.)

She spent the week sleeping in her flat.  Well, not so much sleeping as doing battle with unconsciousness.  She'd barely eaten anything at all, and had taken to running like a woman possessed, doing ten miles a day easily.  She spent the other hours shadowboxing or working the heavy bag, anything to physically exhaust herself.  And in the end, it didn't matter.

Without him here, she had her first run of nightmares in a long time.  Once they had their teeth in her, they didn't seem to want to let go.  She dreamt of the cold dark hole, of feeling her fingers and toes go numb and grey with gangrene.  She dreamt of Michael McBride, laughing as he boarded a helicopter, taking off and trailing a stream of cash behind him over the dull brown rooftops of Dublin. 

She dreamt of making love to Ramon, of being beneath him, lost in that slow coiling ecstasy, when his body began to shift, grow heavier above her.  She felt her hands smoothing over the muscles of his back, feeling his skin turn into thick black fur.  She dreamt of the panther's jaws against her throat, felt the blood dripping off his teeth.  She felt the caress of his hands turn into the slice of his talons, felt him sink those teeth into her throat, felt her body jerk like a rag doll as he tore into her flesh.  That dream made her wake up screaming.

She dreamt of kissing his younger self, of looking into his dark eyes and seeing the depths of her heart there, reflected back to her.  A moment of real hope.  She dreamt of watching that light go out, and seeing him smirk at her, cold and distant. 

She dreamt of holding the infant Emanuel in her arms while he slept, her fingertip stroking his cheek.  In that dream, he slowly became transparent and faded away, leaving her holding nothing but an empty blanket.

So by the time he'd served his week and was done, his desire to return to the island was very much welcome.  She was drawn thin and tired from lack of sleep.  All she wanted to do was swim and doze on a beach towel in the brutal summer sun. 

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[justcallmefee]

She meets that kiss, drinks from his mouth like she's dying of thirst and he's the last sweet drop of water in the world. There's a fire in her touch, in her very breath. Perhaps this is the reaction he was expecting when he told her he wanted her before, told her that he wasn't just killing time, that he chose to be with her.

Her clean hand comes up to touch his cheek, and she's laughing through tears, still kissing him even as she speaks.

"Where. On Earth. Did that come from?"

[latino_menace]

It's much more like it. But he's not remembering that now, not thinking of anything but the warm afterglow seeping through him and her kisses.

'Don't know.'

His fingers run through his own mess on her belly, scraping a light line. He'd meant to follow through on his earlier promise but no way is he licking all that up. So he sits back and pulls her into the water with him instead.

'But I take it you're not complaining?'

[justcallmefee]

She hopes that's the only promise he's backing out on this evening.

"Do I look like I'm complaining, caro?" Her voice is sultry and honey dark, thick with emotion. She follows him down, lips brushing along his jaw, her hands twined around his neck, her forehead pressed against his temple.

She wants to tell him again, wants to confess her heart's desire to him, but she won't. Beneath the water, his hand dips between her legs to wash away the evidence, and she draws a shuddering breath, nerve endings still sparkling with sensation. If he can't feel it written in every line of her body, then, there's really nothing she can do to change that.

[latino_menace]

He laughs quietly and dips his head to bite gently at her neck as his hand cleans her up gently. He loves that she's still responsive after that and while he might need a bit of recovery time, the way he's nipping at her should let her know that it won't be long.

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers card through his hair, her hands still shaking. She brushes kisses over the shell of his ear, taking his earlobe gently between sharp teeth, her tongue tasting his skin.

"Can we take this inside? I think my legs have gone all wobbly."

She'd really just love to sprawl on the bed and catch her breath.

[latino_menace]

'Sure.'

He'd be offended if her legs weren't wobbly by now. And seeing as they as, when he stands its with her in his arms, carrying her out just like he carried her in.

A minute later she's deposited on the bed and he's lying half over her, slipping a leg between hers and kissing her again.

'Better?'

[justcallmefee]

"Better," she agrees, breathless.

She likes this being carried to bed thing. It's new and wonderful and she's still drunk off the last half hour of his filthy mouth and god, what the hell was that? She can't think, doesn't want to think, doesn't want to get caught in the same downward spiral of heartsickness again.

He's well and truly claimed her, now. And from the feel of his touch, he's not done yet.

She sinks into that kiss again, curling beneath him, trying to get more skin against skin contact. She's still rippling with aftershocks, and his weight above her means she's free to move. She undulates softly beneath him, her legs sliding along his, her hands roaming over his shoulders, down his torso, reaching for his ass, just feeling him beneath her palms.

[latino_menace]

He chuckles against her throat, licking a line up to her ear where he stops to murmur,

'You alright?'

She seems all over the place. But in a good way.

[justcallmefee]

She nods, her head curling towards that wicked mouth.

"Better than all right. Just still reeling, that's all."

[latino_menace]

A nip at her earlobe, his thigh pressing up between her legs.

'I've made you come more times than that, before.'

Because she must mean from the sex, right?

[justcallmefee]

She smiles, shivers, her knees catching his and holding it tight against her, her hips rocking in a languid back and forth. Gently, her hands come back to his chest and she pushes him up so she can see his face.

"Yes, and you will again. But that's not why."

[latino_menace]

He looks confused.

'Then what?'

And very aware of that rocking of her hips.

[justcallmefee]

One hand reaches up and she brushes her fingertips across his lips. She feels like every cell in her body is full of light, pleasantly tingling. It's as if her whole body is one huge erogenous zone, and just the barest caress of his fingers will make her shimmer and explode all over again.

"You called me yours."

Her eyes sheen again, and she bites her lip, trying to get a grip.

[latino_menace]

Still confused but amused as well.

'Because you are.'

He didn't realise this was news.

[justcallmefee]

"Yes, but you've never, just..." She pulls him close for another soft kiss, a kiss so tender it's almost worshipful.

"Tell me it wasn't just the heat of the moment."

Her palm curls along his jaw, her fingertips teasing the hollow beneath his ear. Her other hand caresses the expanse of skin between the small of his back and the top of his ass, savouring the heat and the minute, silken hairs against her palm.

Her lips never break contact with his skin, murmuring against the side of his mouth. "I need to hear you say it again."

[latino_menace]

'It wasn't just the heat of the moment.'

He's amused. And glad that it means so much to her, even though he doesn't understand why those simple, territorial words can mean so much. He could understand it if he'd told her he loved her but this seems odd.

But it's still nice.

'You're mine, Fi. No one else is touching you, ever.'

[justcallmefee]

Her head is reeling, her heart aching, but it's okay. It's more than okay, it's brilliant. This is more than he's ever said to her before, more than she'd ever dared to hope for.

Her hands come back to his face, pulling him down to her, her kisses soft and insistent.

"And you're mine, caro. A cuishle." She breathes the words against his skin, her body surging beneath his, her strong legs winding around him, holding him close.

[latino_menace]

He grins and kisses her, shifts so he's comfortably lodged between her legs.

He never knows what to say when she says that. Because he still feels like Random's. But he's not going to ruin tonight, not even think about it. He just kisses her, lets himself harden against her.

'What does that mean? That thing you call me.'

[justcallmefee]

She knows he's not hers, not solely, anyway. But it feels right, feels like he is, when he's this close, this deep under her skin.

"A chuisle? It means... my pulse. A chuisle mo chroí." Her voice gets very quiet, barely audible. "Pulse of my heart." Nobody will ever love you the way that I love you.

She knows. And she makes her claim anyway.

[latino_menace]

Pulse of my heart.

It's a hell of a responsibility to put on a man like him. But at least he does feel the responsibility of it now, as much as he can.

'It's nice.'

He slides to the side of her, a leg firm between hers, his head propped in his hand so he can see her face.

He doesn't say anything. Just watches her for a while, silent.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't let him pull away too far, can't let him go. Far off in the distance, a part of her screams for him to not leave her. She muffles it as best she can. He's never walked away from her, not unless she's driven him to it.

Her legs move against his, her hips still rocking gently. Her hand skims down his chest, and she can't meet his eyes.

"Is it too much?"

Have I gone too far?

[latino_menace]

'No.'

He trails his finger down the middle of her chest and stomach in response, bringing it to a stop just below her navel. For a second, it looks like he might be about to say something, then stops himself.

Hmmm.

'You worry too much.'

[justcallmefee]

She sees it, and lets it slip from her thoughts. He's here, touching her, looking at her like she's his. And that alone is enough to fill her heart to overflowing. Her eyes close as she shimmers beneath his touch.

"I have a lot to lose."

[latino_menace]

'Then hold on to it instead.'

He knows he's not that easy to get rid of. Even if she wanted to.

His fingers start to stroke over her belly, a touch of nails here and there to light her up again, nice and slow.

[justcallmefee]

She shivers, her face rippling with emotion, with pleasure and yes, fear.

She opens her eyes, looking at him. Her gaze is unguarded, soft. Her hands rise to his face, her fingertips exploring his cheeks, caressing his browline, brushing his lips.

"I won't ever let you go, Ramon."

It's a promise, and a terrifying one, but she means it.