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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. We�re really not quite sure
ourselves. On with the story.

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New Orleans
was everything Salida had hoped it would be.
Warm � muggy even � vibrant yet intimate at the same time, and never the
same two nights in a row. And best of
all, the atmosphere of the town was sultry.
If Vegas had been hedonistic almost, then New
Orleans was most definitely sultry, and the
unconscious mindset of the town rubbed off on her � much to Jeffrey�s
delight. And while he hadn�t told her
his thoughts, he�d decided that Salida was in her element here. She seemed more alive, more confident, and
even more at peace. Of course, he only
judged that by the lack of arguments that sprang up between her and Sands here.

They�d been in the town for two weeks and were quickly reaching the
point where they had to decide whether to stay or move on. Their hotel was on the very edge of the
French Quarter, and while their room was larger than either of them had wanted
and smaller than what Sands had wanted, it did have two bedrooms, a large
bathroom, a living room, and an eating area.
All the rooms had been . . . consecrated . . . but Salida had chosen the
smaller bedroom to stay in with her husband, saying she felt lost in larger
rooms. Which had been
fine with Sands. He�d taken over
the master bedroom gleefully. Not that
he was spending many nights in it.

The three had managed to come up with a �cease fire� of sorts: There
were twenty-four hours in a day, so Sands got the body to himself for eight,
had to share with Jeffrey for eight, and then Jeffrey got it for the rest of
the time. It was an imperfect solution,
but better than any others they had at the moment. Needless to say, rey rey had been quick to
claim his hours at night.

It was on one of these nights, that Jeffrey woke from a sated doze to
find his wife sprawled in the bed next to him, her face turned away from
him. The night was warm, but Salida had
forbidden that the air conditioner be turned on, instead leaving the windows
and curtains wide open.

Propping himself up on an elbow, Jeffrey looked over her body, only semi-covered
by the sheet and totally washed in moonlight.
The sheet was wrapped around her almost toga-like, covering one leg, her
lower back, and wrapping around her chest where she was laying on it. Her other leg, arms, and shoulders were bare,
her hair a wash of black on the sheets.
Sheets that were no longer as crisp as they�d been at the beginning of
the nigspanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Despite the fact that they�d
spent themselves several times over already, Jeffrey found himself hardening at
the sight of the body laid out before him, completely vulnerable and unaware of
his attentions.

With a grin, Jeffrey leaned over, placing a soft kiss under one exposed
ear before slowly moving his lips down her back, taking his time to rouse his
wife�s body without waking her. It�d been
an interesting discovery to find that he could bring his childishly asleep
vixen right to the brink of climax without her knowledge, and it was now
something that he enjoyed doing. So he
caressed with lips and hands that practically floated above exposed skin,
dragging the sheet lower and lower as he went, down her back, over the swell of
her small but shapely ass, and off her legs.
Salida slept on.

Slowly he increased the weight and intensity of his caresses until she
was murmuring his name in her sleep, other shockingly intimate and descriptive
words also escaping her lips in a flood of quiet Spanish. One
night I�m going to record this, he resolved to himself for the dozenth time.

His hands continued to travel the now familiar terrain of his wife�s
body, pausing at spots he knew were extremely sensitive; the bend of a knee
perhaps, the curve of a thigh, the apex between her legs. . . . Jeffrey smirked as he caressed her lightly,
watching her move up off of the sheet, still
completely asleep. He had to be very,
very slow and gentle or else she would wake up and the game would be ended
before he wanted it to be. He laid his
hand on her shoulder and gently nudged her body, encouraging her to roll over
onto her back on her own. A smile lit up
his face as she did want he had wanted; her hands limp beside her, her head
tossed to the side, a slightly frustrated look on her face. He moved in between her legs, his arousal
near her opening, but not penetrating.
That would surely have woken her up, and he didn�t want that. Yet.
He leaned over slowly and began laying gentle kisses on her stomach and
chest, glancing up at her face every so often to make sure she was still asleep.

�Jeffrey,� she murmured sleepily.
�Don�t . . . don�t tease,� she said, her face working into a frown, her
hands clenching into fists and grabbing handful of the sheet beneath her.

�As my lady vixen wishes,� Jeffrey said with a smirk before positioning
himself at her entrance and then pressing himself into her ever so slowly. If she awoke, that was fine. But if not. . . .

Salida cried out as he slowly entered her, her hips lifting out of habit
and need, her eyes screwed shut as he teased her. He took his time entering her fully,
thrusting in a few inches before retreating, then repeating his actions over
and over again. Finally though, he was
inside her fully, feeling her body quiver under and around him, her mouth
opening with a gasp as her spine suddenly bowed, pressing her breasts against
him. When she relented, sinking back
into the bed, Jeffrey watched as her eyes slowly opened and found him, her
gazed drugged by desire and sleep. He
pulled out slightly, then thrust home again, and she
moaned, her eyes slipping shut. �Jeffrey,�
she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, and spreading her legs wider,
an open invitation for him to move faster.

His thrusts did increase in speed now that he realized that there was no
longer any need to be gentle. �Good
morning, vixen?� he said with a smirk, not stopping his thrusting. �I trust you slept fucking well? Or do you want me to stop and let you sleep?�
he asked, quirking his eyebrow in anticipation of her reaction. It wasn�t as if he was planning on stopping at
any time soon should she ask, but he couldn�t stop his playful nature from
escaping and asking her anyway.

Salida groaned, throwing her head back on the pillow. �Stop now,� she gasped, �and I�ll fucking
have to � oh �� Jeffrey had taken
advantage of her bared neck to nip at it lightly, running his tongue over the
small hurt before going on to make another one.
�And I�ll fucking have to take things into my own hands.� This threat ended on a sigh as she felt his
speed increase. �And I assure you . . .
that . . . I�d be incredibly . . . ruthless,� she had to stop to take a keening
breath, �and leave you . . . in the same state . . . you�ve got me . . . in. Oh god, Jeffrey!� He�d just pulled her hips up from the
mattress, the depth of his penetrations increasing.

�That�s right, vixen. Scream for
me. Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how I�m making you feel right now. I want to hear you scream for me, vixen. Do it, now. Scream until the neighbors think you�ve been
fucking murdered. Scream until you�ve no
voice left. I don�t hear you screaming,
vixen.�

After being so slowly awoken, the pangs of arousal she was now feeling
were almost painful. She tried to raise
herself up on her arms to relieve some of the stronger shocks running through
her body, but Jeffrey knocked her arms from under her, a clear indication that
he was in control at the moment. As she
landed, she felt the tip of his length hit her �sweet spot,� and she did
scream, her back once again arching, desperate to get closer to Jeffrey. He pulled away so his body was hovering a
mere hair�s breadth above hers, his hips still slamming into hers, every thrust
still hitting that spot . . . but he stopped, fully embedded insider her.

�J-Jeffrey,� she begged, writhing, a silent entreaty to end this now,
but he simply remained as still � and as hard � as stone.

�You didn�t tell me what I wanted to hear, vixen, so I can�t give you
want you want. I don�t even know if you do want this.� His voice was rough and low, the strain of
holding back clearly showing on him.
�Please, Jeffrey,� she whispered, having no
breath to fuel her words, all of it going into the blood pounding through her
body. �I c-can�t stand it. I�m so c-close. I can f-feel it building up inside me,
release, a scream in my throat. I can�t breathe around it. You�re killing me so slowly,� she
pleaded. �Please.�

It was the final plea in her voice that decided him. He held pos position for a mere second longer,
looking down upon her with his head cocked slightly to the left, and then
tightened his grip on her hips even more, preparing himself to resume his
thrusts. He felt her body tense in
anticipation under him � around him � and he didn�t make her wait any longer. He thrust until their pelvises ground together
in an almost painful manner over and over again, each time hitting the spot she
so wanted him to touch. She let out tiny
little shrieks with each thrust, and he had to bite down on his lip hard to
keep from joining her. He wanted to
watch her as she succumbed to his ministrations, but it was becoming harder and
harder to hold himself back with each sound that escaped her throat.

It was too much, too fast, and too hard . . . generally how she liked
it, and definitely how she needed it now.
With every thrust of his hips, Jeffrey managed to both hit that
incredibly sensitive spot inside her, and grind against her clit. With one last look at his determined face and
desire-blackened eyes, she came, hard, screaming what was probably meant to be
his name as her internal muscles clamped down around him almost painfully,
rippling and pulling. Her hands found
his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist, slightly pulling her hips
up even farther. Her entire body was
trying to pull him closer as she now fought to gather enough breath to whimper
as he kept pounding into her.

�Oh sweet, holy, fuck,� Jeffrey managed to moan as Salida practically
climbed up his body in an attempt to pull him even further inside her. Her orgasm had practically unmanned him, but
somehow he had managed to hold onto the barest scrap of his control, his lower
lip having paid much of the price. He
could feel a thick trail of blood dribbling down his chin from where he had
bitten into it harshly, and would have laughed if he could have at the effect
she had upon him. He was so fucking
close that he felt like the top of his head was going to explode, but yet that
fucking scrap of control still lingered, and he now cursed it with ever fiber
of his being. He tried to let go, but he
couldn�t. �Vixen, please. Please,� he moaned, his face screwed up in
something akin to pain, the blood still moving down his chin and dripping down
onto her naked chest.

Salida came back to herself quickly upon hearing his plea. She quickly used what leverage
she had to flip them so she could take over for the moment. Moving quickly and roughly, swiveling her
hips in tiny little circles, she wiped some of the blood from his lip with one
finger, and brought it up to her face.
Despite the way she felt him bucking under her and the death grip he had
on her hips, Jeffrey�s eyes were locked on her.
She saw this, and did something she�d never consider under other
circumstances, but seemed right in this one; she slipped the finger into her
mouth, watching as Jeffrey focused on her mouth and noticing that his thrusts
were becoming almost brutal. But he
still didn�t come.

With some effort, she managed to still his hips, using her weight to pin
him to the bed. Stroking his face and
chest, trying to calm some of the frenzy he was in, she whispered, �I think a
change of position is in order.� Slowly
shifting her weight, she prepared to climb off him. �I�m going to turn around and take hold of
the footboard, and then I want you to take me from behind,� she murmured,
trying to calm some of the dismay that�d appeared in his eyes at her mention of
having him having to her leave her body.
�Trust me,� she whispered, then quickly moved
off him, listening to his growl of displeasure.

No sooner had she grabbed hold of the cast iron bar that ran along the
end of the bed than he had once more grabbed her hips, settling behind her and
entering her swiftly.

Salida herself was unprepared for the dramatic change of sensation that
occurred, and her head flew back to thump against his should. �Damnit, Jeffrey. You keep doing that and I�m going to come
again. Quickly.� She prayed he�d keep doing it.

Jeffrey almost rolled his eyes at that. As if I�m
going to fucking stop now. The
thought slid across his mind. His breath
was coming in sharp gasps and he noticed that it was the same with Salida. While this new position was fun, he wished he
could see her face. �Vixen . . . dear
God,� he moaned, thrusting into her even faster, his knuckles white as he
grabbed her hips. He would most likely
leave bruises, but for now he didn�t care. �I . . . oh God . . . fucking . . . love you.
. . .� he groaned into her shoulder.

Salida turned her head, trying to kiss any part of him that she
could. He cooperated, and their lips
met, sliding off one another as Jeffrey moved faster and harder inside
her. Not
. . . going to want . . . to walk . . . tomorrow . . . she thought in time
with his thrusts, but it didn�t keep her from pushing back against him. Capturing his lips briefly, she tasted blood,
and remembered how he�d bit through a lip earlier. The faint coppery tang his almost manic
thrusts, his hands on her hips and his pained groans � they all combined to
make her come again, screaming loudly as her back arched against his chest.

Jeffrey could do nothing other than follow his wife into orgasm at last
at the sound of her scream and the pull of her inner muscles upon him. He felt his climax build and bit down hard
into Salida�s bare shoulder to muffle his own moans. He continued thrusting hard into her, all
control he might have once hand thrown to the wind. His vision tunneled until all he could see was
the beautiful woman in front of him; the only thing he could hear were her screams. His
hands moved of their own accord to her stomach, pulling her closer and closer
to him with every single frenzied thrust.

If Salida hadn�t been gasping already, she certainly was now. Her scream of delight was cut short as
Jeffrey wrapped his arms around her waist, jerking her into him as he came, knocking
the wind out of her. Instead of
panicking, she actually felt her pleasure grow, as if no oxygen remained to do
anything but fuel her spasming body.

Finally, the pressure of Jeffrey�s arms around her waist eased as he
slowed inside her, eventually coming to a stop.
Salida, for her part, felt another small thrill of pleasure with each
gasping breath she took, her entire body warm with a flush of sated
desire. As Jeffrey collapsed backwards
on the bed, taking her with him, she moaned quietly in contentment. Only her husband could make her feel this way. Only him.
As long as she had him, she didn�t need anything else. All the other things that �normal� people
thought they needed to make life complete � a job, a house, a pet, children �
they were all unnecessary. And in some
cases, a nuisance.

As Jeffrey rolled them until he was partially lying on top of her, she
murmured, �I don�t want children.�

�What? That was fucking random,� Jeffrey murmured
into her chest. �Why not?� he asked
curiously.

�Well, for one, I�m a selfish
bitch and don�t want to share you. Two,
I don�t want to swell up to the size of a small house. Three, I don�t think you�d put up with the
irritability and hormones that go with pregnancy. Four, babies are nosy and often smelly. Five, you have to keep them around for quite
a bit of time. Six, neither of us would
be ideal parents � we�d scar them for life, not to mention that they�d likely
end up as schizos as well.� Salida turned in his arms, so she was facing
him more fully, instead of partially. �Do
I need to go on? Because I can probably
come up with other reasons not to, despite the fact that I can�t ever remember
using birth control when with you. For
all you know, I�m already pregnant.�
�Fuck,
don�t joke about shit like that,� Jeffrey murmured. In truth, he didn�t know quite how he felt
about having kids. On the one hand, he
agreed with most of Salida�s reasoning on why not to have one. On the other, something in him wondered what
it would be like to have a son. Some kind of fucking biological imperative perhaps, but he didn�t
share his thoughts with Salida. She
obviously didn�t feel the same. Actually,
he didn�t really know what to say. This
sudden bringing up of children left him feeling rather tense and uncomfortable
when he should have been feeling fucking relaxed and contented after what they
had just done.

Salida sighed. �Sorry. That was awful of me. You don�t need to worry. Tess took care of the issue of childbearing a
few years ago. There�s no chance of
anything . . . happening.� Despite her
declaration of wanting to remain childless, there was a touch of sadness to her
reassurance.

Jeffrey sighed as well and rolled over onto his back, pulling her with
him until her head was lying on his shoulder. He then placed one hand around her waist and
began running the other through her hair slowly. �Don�t worry about it, vixen. Things are fine with just the two . . . or
rather three of us. And fucking dealing
with Sands is trouble enough without adding a kid into the mix,� he joked
softly, trying to lighten the mood a little, all the while continuing his gentle
stroking of her hair.

She nodded into his shoulder, mumbling, �I suppose there�s a difference
between �not wanting� and �not capable.�
Because even though you�ve made your choice, it doesn�t matter, because
someone else took it away.� She could
feel his hands calming her, laying any hidden anxieties to rest. �It�s just that we never talked about it, and
I thought you should know how I felt about it.
Before any misunderstandings arose and you got upset with me for not
telling you before.�
�I
understand. Go to sleep, vixen. And don�t worry about this any more,� he
commanded softly, feeling her start to relax in his arms. �If you still want to talk about this, we can
do it tomorrow. Now go to sleep. I�ll still be here when you wake up.�

�You you, or Sands you?� she queried
sleepily, yawning and settling more firmly against him.
�I don�t
know, vixen,� he murmured. �But I�ll try
my best make sure it�s just me, savvy?�
�Okay,�
she whispered, turning her face so it was tucked into his body. �It�d better be you because I�m not getting
dressed now.�

Jeffrey laughed softly at that. �I
don�t blame you,� he said with a smile, but he reached over with one hand and
pulled the sheet that had been about to slide off the bed onto them both. �Just in case,� he murmured, closing his eyes.
�Goodnight, vixen.�

�Love you,� she murmured back,
dropping off into sleep readily, content inside the arms wrapped around her.

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Sands opened his eyes slowly,
yawned wide enough to make his jaw crack softly, and frowned when he felt an
unfamiliar weight on his chest. Raising
his head slightly up off of the bed, he looked down to
see Salida�s dark head pressed firmly on his left shoulder and cursed, his head
falling back against the pillow. �Fucking
perfect,� he muttered, lifting his head up again to look at her. He had never really seen her
this close up before, and he felt compelled to make the most of this
opportunity. He let out a little gasp as
she stirred slightly against him and the sheet that had been barely covering
her naked form moved just enough to give him a fairly good view of her naked
breasts. �Why Jeffrey, you lucky
bastard,� he muttered under his breath, not wanting to wake his alter ego. Now would be a very bad time for him to
awaken. I should so fucking not be doing this, he thought to himself,
moving a hand to pull down the sheet even further to get a better glimpse of
Salida�s naked form pressed against his own. �Very nice, sunrise,� he muttered softly under
his breath.
�What
the fuck do you think you�re doing, you bastard?!� Jeffrey hissed at him. Sands froze, his eyes going wide. Oh fuck,
he thought. His hand had just been
caught in the proverbial cookie jar and Jeffrey did not sound pleased.

Salida chose this moment to stir, making both men freeze. But it was a false alarm. Despite her protests at being a light
sleeper, all their actions garnered were a muttered, �Stop moving,� after
which, she rolled onto her side, taking the sheet with her . . . thankfully.

And despite his best efforts, Sands felt his eyes dart down to her ass,
which now had the sheet pulled tight over it.
A split second later he slammed his eyes closed, just waiting for what
was going to come next. Fuck.

�I�ll ask you one moree.my wife you�re fucking staring at like one of your fucking whores. If we weren�t the same fucking person, I�d
gouge your eyes out just for fucking looking at her!� Jeffrey seethed.

�Calm down Jeffrey, I didn�t ��
Sands started.
�Don�t
you tell me to calm the fuck down!� Jeffrey yelled,
forgetting that Salida was still sleeping beside him.

This time she did wake up, turning back over to look at her husband out
of blurry eyes, her face showing sleepy displeasure. But she didn�t yell,
as Sands was half expecting. �What�s
wrong?� she asked in a quiet voice, made rough with sleep.

It was then that a singularly odd occurrence happened. Both men tried to speak at once. Needless to say, the results were a little . .
. jumbled. Jeffrey tried to explain to
Salida what had happened while Sands tried to defend his actions. Salida didn�t really catch any of it.

She sat up, blinking several times, trying to decide if her
incomprehension depended on her sleep-fogged mind, or on something else. But it was Jeffrey who was looking out at her
through though coffee brown eyes � she�d know that look of appreciation
anywhere � so she reached out to touch him, the sheet slipping around her as
she did so. �What �� She was cut off as his hands roughly
pulled the material up over her.
�Don�t
fucking move. Sands is fucking here,� he
said roughly. �He was . . . he was
looking at you,� Jeffrey managed to seethe out, his voice near quivering with
rage.
�He
was looking at me?� she asked mildly, hoping that her calm tone would help
steady him. �I don�t think that he can
help catching a glimpse of me every once in awhile, lover.� Reaching towards the end of the bed, she
pulled the more substantial blanket towards her, wrapping and knotting it
around her. She then reached out to
touch Jeffrey, but only on the left side of his body, stroking his hair back
and taking his hand, laying a gentle kiss on his shoulder. �Is there something I�m missing, because you
seem to be upset enough to indicate a larger problem.�

�I wasn�t just looking at you,
sunrise. I was looking at you. Do you
understand the difference?� Sands explained slowly, knowing that he was fucked.
Fuck
it. Might as well put the fucking noose
around my neck as well, Sands thought grimly, continuing on. �I fucking woke up before Jeffrey did. You were lying on top of me, you were naked. .
. .� he trailed off, gesturing with a hand.

�Shut the fuck up, Sands. You are
going to pay for this,� Jeffrey said through gritted teeth. He couldn�t recall a time where he had ever
been more pissed off than he was at this very second. Salida was his. Sands had no fucking right to even be in the
same room with her let alone . . . look at her like that.

Salida turned her face away just in time to hide her blush. In
other words he�d been leering, checking her out, staring, ogling, playing the
peeping tom, being a voyeur . . .
She stopped coming up with synonyms when she only felt her blush move
her her face to her shoulders. �Damn
you,� she whispered, quickly striking out to slap him across the right
cheek. Then, before anyone could stop
her, she rolled out of bed, grabbing clothes as she went, and retreated into
the bathroom.

It was then that all hell broke loose. �You goddamned,
perverted fucking bastard! What the fuck
gave you the right to look at her?!� Jeffrey yelled at the top of his lungs,
unleashing the gauntlet.
�Oh
fuck you! I�ve got fucking eyes. She was fucking naked right in front of me. I�m a fucking guy! What the fuck was I supposed to do? It�s not my fault your fucking little wifey doesn�t have the sense to keep herself covered up
when I�m around.�

Before Sands could even begin tess ess his intentions, his hand was
filled with a searing pain and he screamed to see that Jeffrey had broken his
pinky finger. �Touch her again and I�ll
fucking break them all,� Jeffrey said, his own voice rough with pain.

�You fucking bastard! You broke my goddamned finger!� Sands yelled
in a mixture of utter shock, intense pain and complete disbelief. �I just fucking looked at her! I could have done a lot more and you know it. So don�t even try to take the higher ground on
this one you sadistic bastard,� Sands seethed, wishing that he had control of
his other hand so he could cradle his throbbing finger. He dared a glance down at it and winced to see
that it was bent at an odd angle and already beginning to change into an
alarming shade of blues and purples. �I�m
fucking sorry, alright? Is that what you
fucking want to hear? I�m not made of
fucking stone! I looked, and now you�ve
fucking made me pay for it. Are you
fucking happy now?� Sands asked with a wince.

Salida came racing the door of the bedroom, having heard yells and a
rather chilling scream. �What the hell
is going on?� she gasped, determining that no one had slit anyone else�s throat
in her absence. She was fully dressed in
shorts and a t-shirt � both wrinkled � and had obviously been in the midst of
trying to braid her hair, because it was tumbling half loose over her shoulder.

Well . . . perhaps Sands. A
little, she admitted to herself, but she dismissed the thought as petty.

�Now, can you both play nice while I do this?� she asked, dragging a chair over
to the bed. �And by nice, I mean, I�d
like you both to remain quiet while I do this.
If you�re going to argue more, do it where I can�t hear it.�

Gently, she pulled the men�s right hand into her lap, resting it on her
knee. �I�m just trying to set the
finger,� she murmured, forestalling any objections from her husband. She briefly frowned when she felt how clammy
his skin was. Shock. Even small bones were
never meant to be broken, and the body reacts. Steeling herself, she felt along the finger,
finding where the two bits of bone had come apart. �You�re lucky you didn�t snap a joint,� she
murmured. �Joints will give you pain for
the rest of your days.� Looking up, she
directed them, �Take a breath.� They
did, and in that instant, she set the finger, quickly and efficiently, but not
painlessly.

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Then, leaning against them, she looked him in the eye. �Jeffrey, what was that about? If we hadn�t been so tired last night, we
would have realized that it was possible for Sands to wake up before you and
that I should get at least semi-dressed.
And I can understand you getting angry at him �
furious even � but breaking his finger?
Are you that unsure about me? Are
you concerned that another man looking at me will make me feel anything less
than absolute and total love for you?
I�m yours, completely and more than words can express. You don�t need to go around breaking the
fingers of any man who looks at me.�
�It
wasn�t just any man, it was Sands. It�s
not that I think I�m going to lose you; it�s that I fucking felt what that bastard
felt when he looked at you. And it
wasn�t just desire, vixen,� he said with a sneer. �And you are mine. And I don�t fucking share easily if at
fucking all. You know that better than anyone. I don�t know
why I got so fucking pissed off. I just
did. Sands and I have never fucking got
along. What he did was just the straw
that finally broke the fucking camels back, and
consequently caused me to break his fucking finger, in our fucking
relationship. I don�t fucking like
him. I never have. But. . .� he hesitated, gathering his
thoughts. �But I fucking have to. I have to fucking get along. I have no fucking choice. If he and I can�t learn to live together then
we�ll tear each other to shreds. And
fuck only knows what will happen then.�

Salida moved to hold him. �I�m
sorry,� she whispered. �When Tess was
always in charge, I could hear and see what was going on, but I couldn�t
feel. The first time I woke in the
middle of the night to find that I was in control, the very sensation of the
sheets on my skin was overwhelming. And
her emotions . . . I felt them, but they were always . . . diluted, I
suppose. Like the difference between hearing someone talking to you, and then sticking your head
underwater. You can still hear them, but
you don�t really know what they�re saying.�
�I fucking wish it was that way for
me. But it�s not. I can hear what the bastard�s thinking most
of the time, and feel what he�s feeling.
I don�t know how or why, but I fucking can. And when he saw you, vixen. . . .� A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched it
shut in rage. �There was no fucking
thoughts after that. Only rage.�
�And
if I said I understood what happened?
That I accepted that I offered the temptation?�
�It
doesn�t fucking matter. He should have
fucking known better,� Jeffrey said coldly.
�He
said the same to me while you were gone,� Salida said softly.

�He what? Oh,� Jeffrey said,
feeling the rage begin to leak out of him slowly. He was still greatly pissed off, but he no
longer felt the need to kill someone, namely Sands. Sometimes having fucking mood swings like a
pregnant woman at the worst of times was a real pain in the ass.

With a sigh, she pulled on his shoulders until he was semi-curled over
in her lap. She wrapped her arms around
him and rested her lips against the back of his head. �Want to talk more, or would you rather
sleep? I�m pretty sure that Sands was
going to sleep, and you can verify that, but that would give us a bit more time
together.�
�He�s
not asleep. I can feel him fucking
roaming about in the back of my head.
But he�s not here either,� Jeffrey muttered. �But I�m not tired anymore. I�m a little fucking woozy from the
painkiller you gave me, but I don�t want to fucking sleep. So if you want to talk, we�ll talk. What do you want to talk about?�
�I�m
open to suggestions,� she murmured against his head, one hand coming up to play
with his hair. �Have I ever mentioned
how much I like the fact that your hair is longer than most men�s?�

Jeffrey laughed softly at that.
�It�s one of the fucking things Sands and I actually agree on. Did you know that? And I�m fucking glad for that. Can you imagine what I�d look like if on half
of my head I had short hair and the other half long? It�d be a fucking nightmare,� he said,
laughing again.

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Comprend�s?�

Jeffrey didn�t even answer. Not
with words anyway. He quickly pressed
her against the railing, his mouth locked against hers in a passionate kiss as
his left hand moved to pull down her shorts enough so he could penetrate
her. He was nearly rock hard already
just at the sensation of feeling people watch his every intimate movement with
his fucking brave and beautiful wife, and took no hesitation in entering her
with a savage thrust and a loud grunt.

She muffled her scream against his shoulder, her fingernails digging
into the skin of his back. She hadn�t
been quite that ready, but she found that it soon didn�t matter.Just the feeling of her husband�s possessive
thrusts, the sound of his heart, and the warmth uncurling inside her soon had
her aroused . . . but still extremely aware of the people watching them.

Jeffrey was reveling in the attention and the feeling of Salida�s short
but sharp fingernails scoring stinging marks along his back. His thrusts kept speeding up as he watched
Salida�s face. She was clearly aroused
but not taking the same enjoyment out of the experience that he was. He couldn�t change that, but he could at least
attempt to make her forget about them. He
reached his left hand under her shirt slowly as to not lift it up against her
wishes and began to fondle her right nipple quickly, rolling it around between
his fingers and pinching lightly every so often. As he was doing this he gently moved her face
away from his shoulder to face him, taking care not to put any pressure on
Sands� broken finger, and kissed her again, thoroughly and completely.

Salida gasped into his mouth as she felt his hand start kneading her
breast, tormenting the nipple with gentle but firm fingers. One of her hands came up from his back to
tangle in his hair, tilting his head so she could kiss him better. She heard him growl at her presumption, but
she didn�t care.

Realizing that she needed air, Salida broke the kiss, cupping Jeffrey�s
head as he moved it to her neck, suckling and kissing and biting at the flesh
there. Her head flew back and she moaned
loudly, lost entirely in the sensation of his touch.

When Jeffrey heard Salida�s loud moan he knew his goal had been
accomplished. Now, if only I can get her to scream, he thought, lifting her up
slightly so her butt rested on the thick railing. He then increased his movements even more,
kissing and nipping at her neck with abandon, circling and pinching her nipple,
and thrusting into her even harder and faster still. He was very fucking close to coming himself,
but that would not be a proper way to end the game he had started. He wanted to see her come first. He just hoped he�d be able to hold out that
long.

Grabbing on to the railing with one hand to help keep herself
from overbalancing, Salida held his head to her neck, bending as far backwards
as she could. His talented mouth
pleasured her unrelentingly, even going so far as to slip down and nip at her
breasts through her shirt. Mindlessly,
she tilted her hips just a bit closer to Jeffrey, screaming his name as his
thrusts started to slide against her clit.

Jeffrey was dimly aware of a camera flashing from down beneath them, but
he could have cared less at the moment.
He opened his eyes as wide as he could and pulled back to look at his
wife as she screamed his name. Fuck, I love this woman, he thought with
a smile. She was the very picture of
unbri pas passion at the moment and God it made him glad that she was fucking
his. He felt her move unexpectedly
closer to him and gasped, his eyes going wide as he
stared up at her face in utter shock and surprise, his face going lax. He then threw back his head and yelled in
pure passion, loud enough to war with her screams as the hold he had thought
was so tight on his control slipped away without warning or hesitation.

Salida came abruptly as she felt Jeffrey lose control in the face of his
own climax. She clung to him, her body
somehow aware of the empty space behind her even if her mind wasn�t.

Jeffrey�s climax ended before hers did, and he enjoyed watching her come
to herself while listening to the crowd below.
There was a mixture of catcalls, murmurs, and offered phone numbers for
a three-some, but Jeffrey ignored it all, preferring to watch as Salida�s eyes
slowly fluttered open and focused on him.
Her blush of arousal was quickly replaced by a blush of embarrassment,
and she buried her head in his neck, completely flabbergasted by what she�d
just done.
�Your
turn to ask now, vixen,� he said with a wink.
�I�d say you met my dare rather fucking admirably, don�t you?�

�I�d say you owe me for the next several years. Fine.
Truth or dare?�

�Dare, my fucking beautiful vixen of a wife,� he said with a slow caress
of her cheek.

�Take me fucking inside before I die of embarrassment,� she whispered
into his ear. �And then come back out
here and take a bow.�

Jeffrey grinned widely at that, pulling himself out of her slowly, and
scooping her up into his arms, carrying her slowly back inside and laying her
gently on the bed, laughing when he heard the collective, �Awww,�
from the now rather sizeable crowd beneath their window. �As you wish, wife mine,� he said with a
wink, turning on his heel and striding back outside.

The crowd cheered to see him again, and he walked right up to the edge
of the balcony, as confident as a Roman emperor before his masses,
ducked low into a graceful bow which he held for a few moments before
straightening his posture again. �Show�s
over,� he addressed them with a shout.
�Now get the fuck out of here!� he said, laughing all the while before
he turned again and walked slowly back into the hotel room, closing the balcony
doors behind him. �Thanks vixen. That was fucking fun,� he said, clearly
bursting with energy like a deprived caffeine addict after downing his first
triple espresso. �Now, was that really
your dare for me or did you have something else in mind?� he asked, walking
back over to sit on the edge of the bed, one leg resting on the floor, the
other bent at the knee and angling toward her.

Salida raised her eyebrows. He
wanted another dare? There were a number
of things that came to mind � most of which he�d most likely get arrested for �
but there was one that promised to be . . . entertaining. �Fine.
I�ll give you another dare if you think you�re up to it.�

Jeffrey raised his eyebrows at the doubting, slightly mocking tone in
her voice. His vixen wanted to play and
was obviously trying to rouse his interest.
Sadly, he thought, That�s all that�s going to be roused at the
moment. No matter how much he wished
he could keep his vixen in bed all day long, fucking her senseless at least
once an hour, not even he was horny enough to actually manage it. Which was how they managed to end up playing
games like this � to pass time until they were both recovered enough to go at it
again. �Fine my tempting little
vixen. Dare me. Do your fucking worst.�

The evil smirk that challenge brought to her face was not
reassuring. �I,� she pointed to herself,
�dare you,� she pointed at him, �to not
let the word �fuck� � or any of it�s many forms � pass these lips,� she touched
them light with a finger, �until nightfall.
Which means Sands can�t say it either.�
She all out grinned as dismay appeared on his faspanspan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Before he could recover, she continued. �And if you do, then I get to wreak
delightfully sensual torment on your body.
And my methods may include the following: hot wax, scalpels, nine-volt
batteries, restraints, whipping cream, chocolate syrup, blindfolds, gags, rubbing
alcohol, body paints, and me in very
naughty intimate wear.�

�And what makes you think I won�t just lose purposefully now, vixen, and
let you have your wicked way with me?� he asked with a smirk, moving closer to
her.

�Because then you�ve rigged the game, and I don�t like to encourage
cheating.� Salida looked at him out of
superior eyes. �In other words, we go to
sleep tht, ht, and get a full eight
hours. We�ll call that payment for the
little show we just put on.�

�You wouldn�t dare,� Jeffrey hissed, barely holding back the �fucking�
that threatened to slip past his lips.

�If you simply decided to throw the game, I most definitely would. If you want me to do all those things to you
without cheating, all you have to do is ask,� she pointed out, knowing he never
would.

Jeffrey stared at her for a long moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching. �And how the . . . hell . . . do you expect me
to get Sands to go along with this little game of yours, vixen?�

�Well, there�s the fun. Either he
won�t want you to get laid in response to how you treated him earlier, he�ll
start cursing the moment he emerges again, before you get the chance to warn
him not to,� she ran her eyes over his still naked form, �or he'll want you to
get your . . . just desserts.�

Jeffrey growled at that and closed his eyes, willing Sands to wake up. �What the fu�� Sands was cut off as Jeffrey clasped a
hand over his mouth. Unfortunately, that
meant he couldn�t talk either.

�Just shut up and listen to me for once, you bastard. You are not, by any means to use the curse
word that begins with �f�,� he felt like a child explaining it this way. �Savvy?�

�What? You mean,
f�� Sands found a hand clasped across his mouth again and slowly nodded. �Are you going to tell me why you just had to
give up your favorite word or are you going to leave me guessing?� Sands asked
with a sneer when Jeffrey removed his hand.

�If he says �fuck� I get to do whatever I please to his unresisting body
tonight. But I won�t go into detail,�
Salida said, looking like very much like the vixen Jeffrey had dubbed her.

�So let me get this straight. I
say . . . that word, and Jeffrey gets it?� Sands asked with a smile, feeling in
the mood for a little petty revenge. �You
might want to grab his hand, sunrise, in case he tries to stop me again.� Salida nodded, and with a purely evil glint in
her eye she and Sands actually worked together against her husband. �I think a quote from one of Jeffrey�s
favorite movies is in order,� Sands said with a smirk.

�Don�t,� Jeffrey said softly, knowing exactly what Sands had in mind.

Sands took a deep breath, and started speaking. �Fucking, what the fucking, fuck! Who the fuck, fucked this, fucking, how did
you two fucking fucks, fuck!� Sands said at last with a laugh.

�Well it certainly illustrates the diversity of the word,� Jeffrey said
with a groan, finishing the quote and closing his eyes. �I am so fucking going to get you for this,
Sands,� he murmured. But he didn�t sound
angry.

�Actually, I think I�m going to get you
for it, lover,� Salida said with hidden amusement on her face. Standing, she bent over Jeffrey and bussed him on the forehead.
�Well, I�m off to do a little shopping.
Don�t hurt yourself while I�m gone.
I want you in very good shape
tonight.� And with that, she grabbed
some more street appropriate clothes and left the room.

Dressing in the bathroom, Salida had to start laughing softly, thinking
about the coming night. The anticipation is half the pleasure,
she thought to herself, getting dressed in khakis and a royal blue camisole
tank. She re-braided her hair quickly,
looking in the mirror and grimacing at the freckles that had started to appear
over the bridge of her nose, giving her a rather youthful appearance. Don�t I
look sweet? she thought, her grimace turning into
a grin once again.
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