[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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[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.

[latino_menace]

It probably says something about him that he'd never considered she would. Apart from if Michael asked her to.

'I know.'

He grins, kisses her again, his fingers playing lower, heading down to her clit.

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes fall closed again and she reaches for him, pulls him close, clings to him. He has her now, has her more than he's ever had her before.

His mouth parts against hers, his tongue brushing her lips, and his fingertips caress along her slit, nerve rich skin moving against nerve rich skin, drawing that sound from her lips.

Surrender never felt so sweet.

[latino_menace]

'Can just never get enough, can you?'

He doesn't do more than play with her; if these light touches can draw that sound from her, he'll keep it that way for a while, build it up slow.

[justcallmefee]

Another kiss, another shuddering breath, and she grins against his mouth, never opening her eyes. Her hands move over his skin, stroking, caressing. Telling him again with her fingertips, with the sharp edges of her nails, with the soft heat of her mouth.

"Never."

He's lit a fire in her, and he can feel the heat of it under his hands, feel it coiling through her body like it was that first near miss.

[latino_menace]

He starts moving his mouth down her body, intending to make good on his promise back in the hot tub. His lips get waylaid by her tits though and he lingers there a while, tonguing over her nipples until they stand erect, his fingers working inside her now to keep her going until he gets there. His touch is still gentle but insistent, not letting her relax, making her body respond to him because he seriously wants her to have her fill tonight, work her until she can't take any more.

[justcallmefee]

Every swipe of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, draws another soft cry from her lips. Her head tips back and her hands find their home in his hair, fingernails drawing lightly along his scalp, wanting to wake up his skin. Her hips rock against his hand, the strong muscles of her cunt working his fingers over good. Her knees shift and part, the soft sole of her foot caressing down his hip.

She can feel that determination in his touch, as sure as she can feel his voice humming against her skin. Whatever he wants from her, it's his for the taking.

[latino_menace]

He takes his time, smiling against her skin at the reactions he's getting, pushing in and out of her a little faster as he trails his lips down her stomach. He sucks and licks all the way down, and does when he reaches her clit too, playing her with the ease of experience and knowledge of her body, knowing what she likes and how she likes it, how soft and fast and gentle and rough.

But he doesn't rush. He wants her to be nothing but a mass of nerve endings, a blinded, incoherent mess by the time he's finished with her tonight.

[justcallmefee]

He knows her so well, knows just how to make her sing, how to steal her breath away. Her hips rise, dancing against his hot mouth, honey slick and sweet. He's taking her up so slowly, she can't help but just let go, the long muscles of her thighs trembling, her stomach muscles fluttering under his palm. The longer he goes, the quieter she gets, her muscles getting tighter, her breath hitching.

"Please, caro. Please."

Her hands tighten in his hair, her heels digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer still, her body writhing helplessly under his mouth.

[latino_menace]

He says a silent no in his head and just keeps playing; tonguing her clit gently and rubbing gentle strokes over her g-spot, loving the way she's writhing for him. He loves doing this, the way she closes him in and traps him where she wants him, the way he can light her up like a firework and make her explode at will. The way he can make her beg, prolong it or bring her on as he chooses.

It's the best kind of power and one he intends to exploit without mercy tonight.

[justcallmefee]

She can't get enough breath to whimper, and he gives her no choice but to surrender, to submit to his desire to completely unravel her.

He holds her so tightly, holds her in the cherry of the flame, teasing her so deliciously with tastes of white hot sensation. She can feel his voice rumble through her skin, can feel his breath. She struggles, because it is in her nature to struggle, to strive for that little bit more touch, but he is in control.

It's another long span of minutes, and then she begins to hit muscle failure. Her hands relax their grip in his hair, and sweep up her body, covering her face. All she can do is twitch and groan and plead under her breath.

[latino_menace]

And he doesn't stop. This is the point he was waiting for, where he'd start doing it properly, see just how far he can push her.

His lips close around her clit and start to suck, gentle but firm, humming out a vibration on that hot little nub. And his fingers speed, become firmer, more pressure where he knows it feels best.

No escape, tonight.