Saving Grace | By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
After
returning to their suite, Grace began to dig through Sands’ suitcase. She pulled out several novelty t-shirts, a
few really bad wigs and some fake facial hair.
“Uh, you work for the CIA, so you’re supposed to be…um…stealthy, aren’t
you?”
“Well…”
“I mean,
you have to stick out like a…”
“Hey,
really good agents want you to know that they’re there.”
Grace
laughed. “Is that so?” She continued to sift through his
things. “Is there anything normal in
here?”
“I was
wearing it when I…when you found me.”
“Hmm…Well,
it’s a good thing that we’re in a resort.”
“Why’s
that?”
“Shopping –
non marketplace shopping – is nearby.”
She walked over to him and had the most terrible urge to pull him into
her arms. She fought it, and instead
took his hand. He has to have the
sexiest hands I’ve ever… “So, um,
you stay here and rest…”
He
smiled. “You’re going to go shopping
for me?”
“How many
women get to dress up their own living, breathing Ken doll?”
“Do you need
to feel anything for size purposes?”
Grace let
her hands reach around Sands and she groped his behind. “No, I think I can visualize things well
enough.”
“One for
the road, huh?”
She pouted,
“Bad Grace?”
“No,
no…Good Gracie.” He licked his lips,
tempting her.
She didn’t
give in; instead she tousled his hair and said, “Behave yourself. I’ll be back soon.” She walked to the door and opened it.
“You and I
both know what you wanted to do!”
“You can’t
prove a thing,” she laughed. She closed
the door, leaving Sands alone.
He sat on
the couch and let his mind wander. She’s
perfect…Whoa…What? She’s a woman and
there’ve been plenty of those…When I had eyes…Pity. It’s all pity…pity flirting?
No, I don’t think so. She wants
me just as badly as I want her. But why
do I want her? Jesus, I thought
Ajedrez was the worst thing to happen to me…this is much, much worse. It was easy to kill her…if I let Gracie any
closer…she’ll kill me. I hardly
know her and it’s not like I’ve ever seen her…
There’s the problem… I don’t
have to see her. Shit… Eventually, he was sick of his own thoughts
and fell asleep.
An hour
later…
“Hey,
sleepyhead…” Grace’s voice invaded
Sands’ drowsy senses.
Her
voice…it breaks down too many barriers.
“Did you have any luck?”
“I think
so. We’ll find out after you get
cleaned up.”
“Oo…bath
time?”
Grace
laughed. “I think you can manage a
shower today, as long as I wrap you up again.”
“But
everybody seemed to enjoy yesterday’s arrangements.”
“You’re a
big boy, Sands, you can manage.”
“I’m a very
big boy, Gracie, doesn’t mean I don’t want…”
“I’m going
to get the bags.” Gracie got the
plastic bags and wrapped them around Sands wounds. After she was finished, she turned on the shower and left him
alone. “Call me only if something’s
wrong, O.K.?”
“Yes,
ma’am.” Sands actually managed to get
through his shower with very few problems – Grace had made things as accessible
for him as she could. When she heard the
water stop, she stood outside the bathroom door.
“Everything
O.K.?”
Sands
walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Well, I made it out in one piece. Anything you’d like to check?”
Oh,
God…yes… “I believe you.” She handed him a clean pair of underwear,
saying, “I’m just gonna, um, turn around and…”
“You don’t
have to. Remember, I’m not shy.”
“Um,
anyway…” She turned around and after
putting them on backwards the first time around, Sands successfully got them on
without any outside help. “O.K., you
can turn around…if you haven’t already.”
“I didn’t!” Grace laughed as she turned around.
“Were you
tempted?”
“About as
tempted as I am to tackle you down to the floor right now.”
“You know,
I could take that as either a good thing or a bad one.”
“Precisely.” She handed him the black pants she bought
for him. Once he had those on, she
handed him a button down short-sleeved black shirt, which she helped him to
button.
“Am I any
sort of fruit?”
“Thanking
you for dressing me more like…myself.”
He kissed her neck. “We really
need to get past foreplay.”
“You’re perfectly
aware of the rules,” she said, smiling.
“I’m going to take a shower, then we can go.”
“Need any
assistance?” Grace ignored him and went
into the bathroom. Sands managed to
make his way to the couch, making sure to find the remote and avoid his
thoughts.
Forty-five
minutes passed before Grace was back out in the living area – fully dried and
dressed.
“Shouldn’t
you take longer than that?” Sands asked.
“I’m not
the average woman,” she said matter-of-factly.
“What are
you wearing?”
She took a
seat next to him. “The skimpiest red
dress I own.”
“Mm, red again, hm?”
y, hy, he always asks about
clothes, but hasn’t asked what I look like even once…he mustn’t want to ruin
the fantasy he has going on. Probably
wants some blonde, blue eyed…
“Uh,
Gracie?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t tell
me that I was wasted a perfectly good comment that you didn’t pay attention
to.”
“Sorry,
mind drifted for a second. Repeat?”
Sands
sighed overdramatically.yes"> O.K., guys, the major stuff’s coming, I promise – I just have to
set it up. Thank you so much for the
reviews! They inspire me to keep going!
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo