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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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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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Sands opened his eyes the next
morning and immediately tensed, anticipating some kind of confrontation with
Jeffrey for waking up next to Salida before he did. But none came. Frowning, he turned his head to the side and
found out the reason why; Salida wasn�t here. He was sleeping in his own bed for a change,
and the little sunrise was nowhere to be found. He lifted up the sheets and found that he was
still wearing a pair of boxers and his own black silk pajama pants which
Jeffrey must have put on the previous night. His frown deepened at this uncharacteristic
display of consideration on Jeffrey�s part and moved out of bed, stretching
slowly so that his back and neck cracked audibly. Where�s
sunrise, then? Surely she didn�t sleep
by her fucking self on the last day she and Jeffrey are going to be together
for the next two? He rose up off of
the bed and decided to go look for her himself.

�Sunrise? Are you here?� he called out softly, not
wanting to wake her if she was still asleep. It was relatively late in the day � around
nine � but that didn�t necessarily mean anything. He stopped at her and Jeffrey�s closed door
and paused, taking a deep breath before opening it slowly and looking inside.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw her lying on the bed, utterly
dead to the world, flat on her back with her hair fanned out from her head in a
dark wave. She was wearing a t-shirt and
shorts from what he could see above the top of the bed sheet at her waist. Her t-shirt had ridden up just enough in her
sleep to expose a patch of tantalizingly bare skin, but nothing really of
interest. He sighed and leaned against
the doorjamb, unable to turn away as he watched her sleep. If she woke up, he was fucked, but that didn�t
seem to be a danger at the moment so he stayed put. She is
rather beautiful, he thought to himself for something other than the first
time. If he was being honest with
himself, he did kind of lust after her. Not
necessarily because she was beautiful � although she was � but because she was
the fucking forbidden fruit that was dangled in front of his eyes day in and
day out. He sighed again before turning
to leave and closing the door behind him with an audible click before she could
wake up and things would get messy.

Looking over the rather Spartan contents of the refrigerator with a
frown, he decided to forgo breakfast at home and go out on the town. He hadn�t really had the chance to do much
exploration of the city, so he supposed now was the fucking time.

If I�m going to have to live in
this fucking city for the next however long the two lovebirds decide to, one of
us is going to have to get a fucking car, Sands thought to himself with a
frown, walking to the open-air cafe he knew was nearby. He was fucking tired of Jeffrey�s fucking
childish penchant for having cold cereal for breakfast every morning and
decided that he wanted a croissant and a cup of extremely black coffee to wash
it down. He wandered into the cafe and
frowned to see that it was surprisingly pretty well packed at this time of the
morning, but he found a table without too much trouble and sat down, immediately
lighting up a cigarette. He cursed
Jeffrey for getting him fucking addicted to the things, but there wasn�t a
thing he could do about it now. He could
try quitting, but unless Jeffrey was game for that idea � and he wouldn�t be � that
would never work.

Presently, a spunky woman � woman.
More likely a first year college student � came by, apron around her
waist and pen behind her ear.Does she even like to read? He
thought so, but he couldn�t be sure. With a shrug, he decided to go for it. It wasn�t every day that he got to spend his
money at his leisure, so he figured why the hell not. He picked out a book that he figured she would
at least get a kick out of if nothing else, Practical Voodoo by E.
Cartwright. He walked to the front of
the store and paid for his purchases before moving on. He still had a few hours before Jeffrey would
want to return to the hotel and he planned to make the most of them.

He wandered down Rue Bourbon for awhile longer, getting invited into no
less than five strip clubs which he declined for the moment, before settling
down into a quiet little cafe for lunch.

He sat there for awhile, enjoying a large bowl of Cajun seafood gumbo
hot enough to cause beads of sweat to appear on his forehead as he ate it and
listening to a fairly decent live Zeidico band nearby.

He was just beginning to enjoy himself when he looked down at Jeffrey�s
watch and cursed simultaneously at the time and the feeling of Jeffrey stirring
within his mind. �Fuck,� he muttered
under his breath, �Why couldn�t you just stay asleep? You�re ruining a perfectly good morning. I was just about to go see your little wifey
anyway.�

�Don�t call her that. She has a
name, you know,� Jeffrey said slowly.

�Yes, one that neither of us uses,� Sands reminded him.

�Fine,� Jeffrey was forced to concede. �You said you were about to head back, so why
aren�t you doing it?� he asked, noticing that Sands was still sitting calmly at
the cafe table finishing up the last traces of his gumbo. �And why are you fucking eating that? You know I fucking hate seafood,� Jeffrey said
with a grimace.

�Well I happen to fucking like it, so fuck you. This is my day. Not yours.�

�Yes I know it�s fucking your day, but I want my fucking hour with my
wife,� Jeffrey said sullenly.

�Fine,� Sands said with an irritated sigh, laying money on the table for
the bill and getting up to leave. �We�ll
go and fucking see your wife since you can�t seem to be separated from her for
more than a few hours.� He was able to
hail a cab rather easily and gave the driver instructions back to the hotel. After he had done that, he and Jeffrey merely
slouched in the back of the cab, not saying a word to each other for the entire
ride home.

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�Vixen, I�m home!� Jeffrey called
out through the quiet hotel room. There
was no answer. �Where the fuck is that
woman?� he asked himself, wandering from room to room looking for his absent
wife.

�Maybe she�s out cheating on you,� Sands said sarcastically.

As much as he wanted to, Jeffrey forced himself not to react to a
comment obviously intended to bait him and continued searching for his missing
wife. �She�s not fucking here.�

�What a brilliant observation on your part, Jeffrey. I applaud you,� Sands drawled, his voice
dripping with scorn and sarcasm. �Call
the front desk if you�re so worried about her. Maybe someone saw her leave.�

A few minutes later Jeffrey was satisfied that Salida was out
house-shopping and not murdered or cheating on him like that bastard Sands had
to insinuate, so he grudgingly allowed Sands to continue on with his day before
making him promise to return later that evening so he could see Salida then. Sands agreed quickly, anything to make Jeffrey
leave again, and Jeffrey left without further fuss.

�Good fucking riddance,� Sands muttered to himself once he felt that
Jeffrey had gone. His hand found the
charm he had just bought hanging around his neck and he threw it across the
living room in disgust. �Stupid fucking
thing didn�t work after all.� He also
dropped off the bag with the book in it in the closet of his room, deciding to
wait until Salida got home to give it to her. He then walked out the front door, turning to
lock it as he went, and continued on with his day.

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As Sands was leaving the hotel,
he literally ran into someone, knocking them to the ground amid a flurry of
French curses and curly red hair.

�I�m sorry, are you alright?� he spouted out automatically, even though
he didn�t feel the least bit remorseful.

�I think you managed to bruise my ass,� the woman complained, parting
her hair and tossing it over her shoulders.
She looked up at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised. �Were you going to offer me a hand up, or are
you in too much of a rush?� she asked dryly.

Sands almost let a smirk show on his mouth at that, but he managed to
hold it back. He offered her his hand
and pulled her to her feet when she grabbed it. �I�m not in a rush at all, really. I honestly didn�t see you. My mind must have been somewhere else, I
apologize.� The smirk showed on his face
now without restraint. �And I definitely
apologize for . . . bruising your ass, as it were.�

�If I knew who you were, I might ask you to kiss it,� she returned,
running her eyes over him. Wow, she thought. There�s
some prime grade hunk if I ever saw it.

�Sands,� he said with a grin, holding out his hand. When she placed her own in his to shake it, he
brought it up to kiss the tops of her knuckles. �A pleasure running you over. I�d make it up to you, but I don�t know who
you are either.�

�Aida,� she said. Standing, the
top of her head only reached as high as his shoulder, but she gave no sign that
their difference in height bothered her.
�I accept your apology.� Her eyes
were sparkling as if there was more that she wanted to say, but wasn�t going
to.

�What can I do to make it up to you?� Sands asked, trying to sound as
innocent as possible. He was interested
in the girl, she had a feminine grace � knocking her to the ground notwithstanding
� that appealed to him. He was more than
interested in fucking her tonight, but if he didn�t play his cards right, he�d
be left twisting in the fucking wind.

Aida sized him up quickly, and then spoke. �You can buy me dinner at something other
than a crappy diner.�

Sands raised his eyebrows. �What�s
this? A gold-digger?�

�Absolutely,� she grinned. �It�s
hard not to be when you have to scrounge for a decent meal or two every
day. Although,� she struck a pose, �it
does help keep my trim figure. Don�t you
agree?�

�Oh, absolutely,� Sands said with a grin. �A nice dinner, you say. I can do that. And you certainly don�t look like any gold
digger I�ve ever seen,� he said, looking over her body slowly as to make his
intentions for the evening as clear as crystal. He checked his watch. �It�s a little early for dinner though. Any suggestions on what we do in the meantime? Were you headed somewhere before I so
gracefully interrupted you?� Sands asked with a self-depreciating smile.

�Yeah. Some of us have to work to put food in our mouths. I was heading uptown to the theater I�m
working at. Rehearsal is in,� she looked
at her watch, �fifteen minutes. Damn. I�m going to be late.�

Without hesitation, Sands stepped up to the curb and hailed a cab. His luck with finding them earlier in the day
had apparently not deserted him, so one showed up almost instantaneously. � all allow you the use of this cab to get you
to practice, if you�ll let me come with you and watch,� he said, holding the
door open for her.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but shrugged. �I suppose that�s fair. I just don�t know how entertained you�re
going to be.� She climbed into the car
and gave the cabbie the address of the theater.
�Are you sure you want to come?
Surely you�ve got better things to do with your time.�

He climbed in next to her and closed the door. �Actually, you�re probably the single most
interesting person I�ve ran into today. Now
granted, it�s only, 12:13, but I�m
willing to say that by the same time tomorrow, you�ll still be the most interesting person I�ve met today. So hell yeah, I�ll come. Lead the way. You�ll have my rapt attention, I promise you.�

�Let�s see if you�re still saying that after five hours of The Taming
of the Shrew,� she teased.

Sands laughed at that. �Oh, you
never know. I might be a huge
Shakespeare fan. Or you�re right, I
might hate it. I guess you�ll just have
to see. But I promise, no matter what
happens, I won�t get up and leave. I
might regret that, but I�m a man of my word,� he said with a smile.

She looked at him askance. �Nice
line. Too bad I�ve heard it before. But I do believe you the most, if it�s any
comfort.� She was looking straight
ahead, but Sands could see the small smile playing on her lips.

Sands looked askance and her and a shook his head with a laugh. �I suppose it is.�

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Sands was sitting in the last row
of seats in the theater when Aida showed up at his side, dressed in full
Shakespearean regalia. �Having fun?� she
asked, offering him a peanut butter cracker.

He took the cracker without thought and nodded a thanks as he munched on
a corner in thought. �You know what, I
am actually. I must admit it�s not what
I was expecting. You aren�t half bad. And tact and I have never gotten along, so
you can believe me when I say that.�

�No such jade as you, if me you mean,� she shot at him.

Sands decided to play with her for a bit. �Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light ��

�Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my
weight should be.�

Sands broke the recital by looking her up and down. �you down.�

�Is that a promise?� Sands asked.

�Don�t mess with starving women. We
have a tendency to get mean,� she grinned.
Then, completely out of the blue, she kissed him lightly on the
cheek. �Get going before I have to make
good on my threat.�
Sands
smiled brightly at her and headed to the �little thespian�s room� without
further comment. He waited until the
door was closed behind him and he was satisfied that there was no one inside
any of the stalls or at any of the urinals before leaning heavily against one
of the porcelain sinks and staring into the mirror. �I know you�re fucking in there listening, so
you might as well come out and say hello, Jeffrey.�
what to expect. It was small
� smaller even than one of the bedrooms of his parents� mansion before it was
razed to the ground � but it was nice.

The tea was quickly made. �Do you
take cream or sugar?� she asked. �Although,
the closest I have toam aam at the moment is skim milk.�

�Don�t worry about it. It�ll be
fine by itself, I�m sure,� Sands called out, rising as she entered the room,
teacup in hand. When he saw that she
didn�t need any help, he sat back down, making room for her to sit beside him. �Thank you,� he said, accepting the tea. He took a slow sip, knowing full well that it
would be too hot to drink, but wanting to taste it anyway. �Hmm, not bad,� he muttered after swallowing
the scalding liquid. Maybe he could keep
Jeffrey at bay by threatening to burn their tongue. The man certainly did like to hear himself
fucking talk, and having a burnt tongue might impede that. Not to
mention that kissing would be someone difficult as well. But then you�d just be fucking screwing
yourself with Aida. Don�t do anything
just now. He�s not waking up . . . yet.

Aida felt that Sands was nervous about something, but didn�t want to
pry. Taking the offered seat, she
started wringing her fingers, before setting them firmly on her knees. �Now what?� she asked. �As much as I advocate spontaneity, I really
have no idea what to do with myself.�
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Sands set his cup on a nearby table before turning back to her and grabbing
her hands in one of his on her lap. �Then
don�t do anything. go go with it. Isn�t that your philosophy? To not worry about tomorrow until tomorrow
comes? Employ that.� He leaned forward to capture her mouth again,
being supremely gentle. He wanted more,
but he didn�t want to scare her off and end a night that was just beginning.

�Lead the way,� Sands said with a smile, pulling away briefly so she
could stand up.

With a shy smile, she pulled gently on his haleadleading him into the
small bedroom in the back of the apartment.
She hadn�t gotten around to buying a bedstead yet, so her mattress was
on the floor, but it was comfortable, and had pillows, clean blankets, and she
made sure to sweep the floor every other day.
The walls held pictures of rehearsals and performances, handbills,
newspaper reviews, a few Broadway poster replicas, and a single portrait of her
family. Other than that, there was a
small bookcase, overflowing with books, and a radio. And that completed the room.

Sands could sense that the sight of the bed might be a little daunting
no matter how willing she was acting, so he took the decision out of her hands
and sat down on the edge of the mattress, pulling her down beside him. He didn�t want to take things too quickly, but
the kiss he shared with her a moment later had a sense of longing to it. Hanging onto his control tightly, he forced
himself to be patient. His hand did find
his way back to her breast, however, and his fingers took their time in finding
her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and pinching it lightly. �What would you like me to do, Aida?� he asked
slowly, pulling his mouth away from her but not his hand. �How fast do you want to take this? Tell me what you want.�

�Well, you could lead by example,� she teased, playing with his
buttons. �And if you�re worrying about
maidenly shyness or some such nonsense, you don�t need to. I�m not exactly virgin territory
anymore. I�m not well explored, but I�m
not . . .� she trailed off, shaking her head self-deprecatingly. �And while I�m at it, why don�t I just tell
you about my past boyfriends?� Looking
him in the eye, she said softly, �There�s a difference between acting and
life. When acting you become someone
else. But this,� she gestured between
them, �this requires . . . honesty. And
to be honest, I�ve always been a
better actress than a lover.�

�Don�t worry about that. As long
as you don�t fake it, we�ll get along fine,� Sands said, his eyes sparkling
with mischief as he reached to unbutton her shirt slowly.

Ok, not quite what I had in mind,
but it�ll work, Aida thought, her eyes slipping down from Sands� face to
his neck as he worked on getting her shirt off.
But as she sat there docilely, she realized what she was doing. She wasn�t a helpless miss, she had some
experience with men, and she wasn�t afraid to act on it. That decided, she let her own hands start
slowly unbuttoning Sands� black shirt.

Sands had unbuttoned Aida�s shirt all the way but couldn�t get it past
her elbows as she had her arms up to unbutton his shirt, something he enjoyed,
so he took his time in running his hands over the curves of her breasts beneath
a peach colored bra that had probably been quite lovely at one time but was
looking rather worn now. Well, that�s an easy enough problem to
solve. He reached a hand around her
back and unhooked the bra after a moment�s fumbling, letting it fall on top of
her shirt at her lap. Much better.

Aida�s wandering hands paused momentarily as her bra fell to her
lap. Now was usually the time she
started depending on bravado to get her through things, but something told her
that would be the wrong approach with Sands.
So she ignored the fact that she was naked from the waist up, and
concentrated on freeing the last few buttons on his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders, she murmured, �There,
we match.�

Admiring her calmness and confidence, Sands pulled his hands away from
their inspection of her breasts and slipped his shirt off onto the floor,
allowing her to do the same. �Indeed we
do,� he said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss the pale skin of her collarbone
and the tops of her breasts softly and slowly, his hands caressing her sides,
and stomach as he did so. He casually
ran his tongue across one of her nipples before pulling away and moving to take
off his shoes as if he had done nothing of the sort, but he couldn�t stop a
wicked smirk from showing on his face. This one can take as good as she�s given, he
thought as he began to unlace his shoes. At least, I hope she can. Because it wouldn�t be any fun otherwise. I don�t like my women to be fucking docile
supplicants.

Aida was already barefoot, having taken off her shoes somewhere in the
kitchen. She�d probably trip over them
in the morning. Which reminded her . . .
�Be right back. I gotta turn off some of the lights or my
electric bill will go through the roof.�
Quickly she left, quickly she turned off all but a small table lamp, and
quickly she returned. On the threshold
she paused, observing Sands as he lounged on her bed. Taking a deep breath she unzipped her skirt
and let it fall to the floor before throwing herself belly-down on the
mattress. It felt good to be off her
feet for the day.

�Feel better?� Sands asked with a laugh, hearing her sigh as she flopped
on the bed before taking a moment to openly admire her scantily clad body, feeling
horribly overdressed. He stood up at the
side of the bed and slowly removed his leather pants until he was completely
nude, having forgone underwear as a compromise in wearing the tight leather
pants. He wished he had worn them now, only
for the fact that he thought he�d like having Aida take them off of him. He lay down beside of her, completely
unashamed of his nudity, and called out softly, �Come here, Aida. I want to touch you.�

�Nope,� she said. �You want to
touch me, you�re going to have to move.
I�m enjoying the chance to relax.�

�What if I don�t want you relaxed?� Sands asked with a smirk, crawling
over to her. He didn�t like being told
what to do, but he would deal with it for now. His hands found the bare flesh of her back and
he immediately began massaging out the knots in her muscles. �If you fall asleep on me I�m going to be very
disappointed, and I may have to resort to hostile measures. So keep that in mind,� he warned playfully.

She winced as the pressure of his hands worked the knots out of her
shoulders and .This can be our second.� At Aida�s raised eyebrow, he explained. �You can count me watching you rehearse for
however many hours that was as our first date if it makes you feel any better,�
he said with a smirk. �Not that that was
necessarily first date material, but it was certainly more than most utter
strangers would have done in my situation, if I do say so myself,� Sands said,
smirking again.

�No, I want to count this as our first date. There�s no rule saying that a date can�t last
most of the day.� Aida�s lips drifted
down to Sands� ear as she spoke, and they started placing soft kisses on his
neck as she trailed off.
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Some time later, feeling very content, she whispered, �As much as I
enjoy a good fuck, I also like taking my time.
I don�t suppose you want to have a snail race, do you?�

Sands laughed at that. It was
funny; he was laughing more in the short hours he had been with Aida, than in the
entire two weeks he had been living in New Orleans
with Jeffrey and Sunrise. �If you want to take your time, I�m more than
willing to go along with that,� he sighed, ining ing his head slightly so that
she could kiss more easily. �I don�t
have anywhere else I�d rather be at the moment.�

�That�s good,� she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows so she
could reach his mouth more easily. �I
suppose we can save the pie for next time.�
She hoped she hadn�t just overstepped the line, but she couldn�t bring
herself to worry about it. Not when
those oh-so-kissable lips were so close to her own.

�Next time,� Sands murmured emotionlessly, as he allowed her to kiss
him. The truth was that he didn�t know
if there would be a next time. He was
willing for there to be, but could he keep control of his fucking psychotic
impulses until then? If Jeffrey fucking can, you can, a voice
in the back of his head assured him. He
agreed and gave himself fully to Aida�s kisses without another thought.

Aida took her time, seemingly investigating every bump and line of Sands�
body with fingertips and mouth. Her
feather-light fingers ran over everything from his throat to the soles of his
feet. When his toes reflexively curled
from her teasing, she laughed gently, then moved back up his body, giving him a
slow but thorough kiss. When she pulled
away, she murmured, �Your turn.�

His hands on her shoulders made her lie flat on her back, and she closed
her eyes as he made his own slow exploration of her.

Sands took as much time as she had with him, running his hands over
every bit of flesh he could reach, memorizing her body with his fingertips. He
didn�t focus on any one part of her body, instead moving his hands in a slow
dance over her pale skin. He ran his
fingertips over the curve of her breasts, the shells of her ears, and the
length of her short legs with a look of determined focus fixed upon his face. �You are beautiful,� he said again casually,
running his hands through her curled and consequently tangled bright red hair. He then leaned over her slowly so he could
kiss a dusting of freckles across her nose before moving to her mouth and
kissing her passionately. He could be
patient, up to a point, and that point was fast approaching.

Aida let him control the kiss for a moment before pulling away. �Whatever happened to slow as steady?� she
asked in a somewhat breathless voice.

Sands pulled away with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in
frustration. �I probably should have
told you sooner, but patience is not one of my strong suits,� he said with a
short laugh. �But if you�ve got your
heart set on slow and steady, I guess I can do that,� he said with a shrug.

She grinned. �I think I could
probably make it worth your time.� Sitting
up, she pushed on his shoulders. �Just
sit back and enjoy yourself.� And with
that, she ran her warm palm along his stiffened arousal, her lips widening in a
genuine smile as his body responded, practically jumping into action.

After a few minutes of her slow, firm strokes, she decided they were
both ready. �I promise not to hog all
the fun,� she whispered as she climbed onto his lap, positioning herself over
him. �But I�d love to demonstrate what
slow and steady can do for the heart.�
Having made that declaration, she ever so slowly impaled herself on his
length. Her head flew back and a moan
escaped her as she sunk down a few inches, before tightening her inner muscles
and raising herself back up on her knees.
She repeated this process until he was embedded deep inside her. Shifting her weight, she pinned his hips as
she took deep breaths through her nose. �Can
you feel it?� she asked. �Can you feel
how deep you are inside me? I can. It�s so sexy.� As she spoke, she started moving slowly on
him. �The body adapts, grows accustomed
to the pleasure, making the journey to orgasm just that much longer and
sweeter. With each break taken, release
grows more and more fulfilling.�

�I think I may have to redefine my feelings about taking things slow,�
Sands gasped slowly, his head falling backwards onto the bed as he closed his
eyes and moaned loudly to show just how much he was enjoying what she was doing
to him. Aida was slowly bringing him
closer and closer to orgasm, with every descent of her body as she rode him he
could feel his breath quicken and his heart rate increase dramatically. His entire body was responding to her and all
he could think about was the feeling of her tightening her inner muscles around
him as she moved. He raised his hands to
her chest, willing himself to match her speed with effort, and caressed her
hardened nipples and chest. �Holy fuck,
Aida,� he gasped, his hands halting their progress over her breasts as she
clamped down on him hard and didn�t let him go until he could hardly see
straight, his vision was so fogged with lust. He wanted very much for her to speed up and
put him out of the exquisite torture she was currently putting him through, but
there was an appeal to moving this slow, he had to admit. He wanted to let himself go but he couldn�t as
long as she kept up her current rate. And it was driving him insane. But he liked it. Oh God, he liked it. His hands remembered their duty, and he
started once more to caress her breasts without thought or intent; he just had
to touch her. But he kept up the slow
pace. He was committed to it now no
matter how much he might want to speed things up. And he didn�t really mind that Aida was in
control. It rankled at his sense of
independence a little, but as long as she kept doing what she was doing, he was
more than willing to let her stay there.

Aida felt herself growing closer to the edge, and ever so slowly stopped
her movements, simply straddling Sands� lap, his arousal sheathed inside her to
the hilt, and her entire body quivering around him. �Holding off release,� she gasped, �makes it
all the stronger in the end.� His hands
on her breasts were only adding to the delightful torture. She raised her own hands to cup his as he
slowly drove hesanesane. �Take a deep
breath,� she urged him, a slight smile making itself known on a face clouded by
desire. �Can you feel it? Can you feel the oxygen rushing to muscles
burning with pent up energy? Can you
feel how they scream in parody of a body lost in orgasm?� Feeling her control return, she started
moving her lower body in tight, languid, little circles. �The body adjusts, but by changing the
sensation just a little, both partners are driven back to the edge. How many times this can happen is anyone�s guess,
but I once did this for two hours. Of
course, I passed out afterwards.�

�Passing out would be a bad thing. After all the time you�re taking? I would want to be fucking conscious when
release finally does come,� Sands managed to comment, marveling at the fact
that he could still form a few coherent sentences when all he wanted to do was
moan with need. He was almost painfully
aware of every movement Aida made with her hips; his entire focus was narrowed
onto her. �And I�m not sure I�ll be able
to last two hours if you keep doing,� a combination of a gasp and a moan tore
its way out of his throat as Aida moved again, �that,� he finished
breathlessly.

�As long as you keep it up, I have no complaints,� she teased. Taking a risk, she rose up until only the tip
of him was still inside her. She held
that pose, feeling his frustration and her own build together. And then she removed herself from him
altogether.

�Shh,� she hushed him with a finger over his lips. �Just a change of position. It�s your turn to try it.� Rolling onto her side, she pulled him with
her, tossing a leg over his hip and using her hands to guide him back to her
entrance. �It should be easier to keep
going slow in this position,� she murmured.
�But any time you�re ready to end things, feel free to do so.� By this time she was so wet that it really
wouldn�t matter how hard he took her.

Sands wasted no time in entering her, and while he attempted to keep the
pace she had initiated, he simply was far too aroused to not push things
forward, and didn�t have the patience not to. Consequently, their pace sped up considerably,
and he found himself falling off the edge before he had time to think about it.
He thrust into her harder and harder as
his climax built, not even bothering to attempt to slow himself down. He was past the point where such an option
would even occur to him, and there was no turning back.

Feeling Sands lose control, Aida took the initiative to roll them,
pulling Sands on top of her as she laid on her back. With a groan of pure pleasure, she wrapped
her legs around his hips and stretched out her arms above her head until her
palms rested against the wall. By
stretching out her body, she felt her own pleasure increase. Which was good, because she didn�t think
Sands was going to last much longer.

Sands moaned loudly as he felt his control slip and his thrusts sped up
accordingly as he rode out his orgasm.
He leaned down to kiss her as he came, halting his moan against her lips
as he savaged her mouth. He didn�t
really want to hurt her, but he was beyond caring about such things at the
moment.
To his great
surprise, Aida matched his ferocity, kissing him back with just as much passion
as she moaned loudly into his mouth. Her
nails scratched against the wall as she made fists of her hands before bringing
them down to hold him to her. As he
thrust into her a final time, he felt her own release finally trip, her body
writhing desperately under his. Her arms
and legs constricted around him like a boa, and her teeth sunk into his lower
lip, drawing blood. She eagerly laved
the bite with her tongue, a small growl emerging from her, taking Sands by
surprise.

Sands growled in an echo as he felt her teeth sink into his lip. If he hadn�t already been spent, that
sensation alone would have probably drawn him into orgasm. The fact that Aida seemed to share his love
for the mixture of pain and pleasure was refreshing. He deepened the kiss, enjoying the taste of
his own blood on her tongue. While he
was somewhat exhausted from their last activities, he was more than willing to
continue their play. A growl rumbled in
his throat like he was some giant cat, and he felt Aida shiver beneath him in
response. His tongue darted out to lick
at his bloodied lip and he smiled down at her before placing his bloody tongue
upon her own lips in invitation. She
opened her mouth without hesitation, and they once more shared a deep kiss
seasoned by his blood.

She sucked eagerly on his tongue for several moments. But finally breaking away, Aida reached over
to the small pile of belongings next to her bed and picked up a small pair of
scissors. With the ease that showed long
practice and familiarity, she made a small cut on her finger and as the blood
welled up, placed it on Sands� lip.
Sands let out a
shuddery gasp that surprised himself as he asked softly, �I thought you said
you didn�t like blood?� before taking the cut finger into his mouth and
suckling on it gently.
�That was food,�
she murmured. �I prefer that my meat
doesn�t bleed. I don�t know why that
matters, but it does. And I learned a
few years back that it�s easier to keep a guy around if he thinks you�re . . .
you�re not into this kind of thing.� She
played, pulling her finger out of his mouth partway before allowing him to suck
it back into his mouth. �A lot of them
associate a few drops of blood with pain when it�s nothing more than a minor
discomfort. But somehow I knew that you
wouldn�t mind. Or at least that it�d be
safe to risk it on you.� The feelif
hf
his tongue curling around her finger was doing strange things to her nervous
system.
�Oh it�s definitely
safe,� Sands murmured around her finger. He leaned over and nudged his hardening
arousal against her leg to make her aware of its presence. �That�s how much I�m into this right now. Feel free to have your fun. But I must admit, it is somewhat of a surprise
to find someone who shares my . . . tastes,� he said with a smile, licking the
blood from his lips.
�You could always
visit a BDSM club,� she teased, pulling her index finger from his mouth. Quickly making another cut on her middle
finger, she flipped him off, a wry smile on her lips. �If you go after this one, am I fucking your
mouth, or are you fucking my finger?�
Sands smirked
before taking the finger into his mouth so slowly it seemed obscene. �Either works for me, my little spitfire,� he
drawled, first sticking out his tongue to lick at the tip of it, catching some
of the blood before taking her finger into his mouth with a slow movement. He then pulled away and reached his right hand
over to her with his fingers splayed. �Feel
free to have your own fun, if you want. And
I want. And you don�t have to stick to
fingers either,� Sands said, a bit of eagerness tinting his voice.
Aida raised her
eyebrows, well aware of what he was suggesting.
He meant she could cut him, but he was probably also implying that he
wouldn�t mind finding her mouth on his . . . extreme southern regions. �Take a deep breath, tiger,� she teased. Then, picking the scissors back up, she
op the them, roughly flipping them over so she was straddling him instead of
the other way around. Before he could
react or respond, her hand darted forward, opening a nick on his jugular, her
mouth fastening over it immediately.
Sands moaned and
fell back onto the bed, pressing a hand against the back of her head so that
she was pressed against his sensitive neck even hard. �You�re fucking unbelievable,� he groaned as
she suckled him. The combination of her
suckling the stinging portion of his neck and the weight of her on his lap were
driving him fast to distraction as she could no doubt feel from her position. �Ohhh. . . .� he moaned inarticulately.
�Boy, you�re just
an eager little thing, aren�t you?� she asked against his neck, shifting on his
lap so she was straddling his thigh. �Just
the smallest bit of encouragement and you�re reporting for action.� Pulling her finger from his mouth, she murmured,
�Henry is going to be unhappy when I can�t walk properly tomorrow.� Then her lips covered his, the kiss soon
turning passionate.
Sands gave into the
passionate kiss for a long moment, putting all of his current arousal and
frustration into that single kiss before pulling away briefly, �I�m a guy, what
do you expect?� he murmured with a smirk. �And walking�s overrated,� he said before
capturing her mouth again, his hands running a circuit over her thighs, sides,
and breasts in a constantly increasing rhythm.
�Mmm,� Aida purred,
arching into his caresses, her legs falling apart, inviting his touch. Whatever it turned out to be.
Sands� hands and
fingers seemed to move as if possessed, seeking out the more intimate parts of
her boith ith a single-minded determination. He just needed to touch her. His incisive hands found the apex between her
legs and he silently cheered at encountering the warm wetness that he had been
feeling upon his bare leg as she had straddled it. Bun>But he had had enough of letting her control
things for the moment, so as she arched expectantly into his touch, he grabbed
her hips and reversed their positions quickly. He didn�t move on top of her though � she was
much too petite for that � but he did lie beside her in much the same position
she had just been in on top of him, and his hands resumed their seeking.
Aida cried out, the
sound muffled, as Sands slowly parted her wet folds with a finger, teasing her
for agonizing minutes before sinking it inside her. And even then, it only tortured her. It wasn�t enough contact. Trying to communicate what she wanted, she
sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit down on it lightly, making a
whimpering noise in the back of her throat.
Sands didn�t give
into her right away � he wasn�t feeling that generous � but he did after her
whimpering became louder. �If I say I�m sorry,� she gasped, �will you
tone it down . . . j-just a tad?� As
much as she enjoyed his exuberance, this could very well start to get
uncomfortable. And she was determined
that he wasn�t going to come without her.
In truth, Sands
didn�t know if he�d be able to tone it down any, but he would at least try. He had better control of himself than that. He had to, or Jeffrey would have been able
take over a long time ago. �I can do
that,� he gasped, limiting the ferocity of his thrusts, but not the speed. Well, not a lot, anyway. But after all this, he was determined not to
hurt her to at least prove to himself that he could. He wasn�t a monster. A sociopathic, schizophrenic murderer, yes,
but not a monster. Well, I won�t hurt her unless she wants me to, he thought to
himself with an inward smirk as he thrust into her.
Aida ed aed as
Sands eased up a bit, feeling all minor discomfort disappear. In gratitude, she latched onto his earlobe,
nibbling on it sporadically as various gasps and groans were wrenched from her
throat.
The feeling of Aida
biting on his ear, and her hot breath upon his neck was driving Sands even
closer to the edge, and he had to keep himself from returning to the pace he
justjust been asked to stop. He groaned
in a mixture of lust and frustration, and his hands found her breasts and he
began fondling them a bit mindlessly.
Aida keened and
arched reflexively at the feeling of his rough hands on her chest. Collapsing back on the bed, she found herself
so close to the edge that all she could do wae une underneath Sands and make
encouraging noises as he moved inside her.
When he attacked her neck with his mouth, trying to get a reaction out
if her, she merely started trembling.
One hand fisted in his hair as her legs came up to clench around his
waist, limiting his range of motion.
Sands was a bit
irritated at first that he couldn�t move as much as he wanted to, but that
feeling soon passed as he realized he quite enjoyed the feeling of Aida�s legs
around his waist. Not to mention the
sensation of her fingers wrapped in his hair. His kissing grew sporadic as he kept pulling
away to gasp for air, his brain not clear enough to consider breathing through
his nose anymore. She was driving him
insane with the sounds she was making too; each little gasp or moan only sent a
surge of purely mal. . . . pride throughout his body and he could feel his
climax getting ever nearer with each whispered moan.
It was too
much. She simply couldn�t take it
anymore. With a nearly pained moan, one
of Aida�s hands traveledn San Sands� back anoppeopped at the small of his back,
pushing him into her as she raised her hips.
With a soft cry, she came, burying her face in Sands� neck, pressing
kisses into it as her body shook with release.
The feeling of her
hands pressing on his back to bring them closer was what finally sent Sands
spiraling over the edge. That sensation
alone was enough to make him come with a long moan as Aida trembled around him
and kissed his now sensitive neck. It
felt like all the skin on his body was buzzing, and he became acutely aware of
every sensation of her underneath him; the way her body rubbed against his
creating exquisite friction, the gentle pressing of her palms and fingertips in
the small of his back, the almost painful squeeze of her legs against his ribs.
He could feel each sensation intensely,
and it was almost tooh toh to take. It was too much too much to take, actually.
The sensations prolonged his orgasm
until he was nearly moaning in pain from the force of it. He would have whimpered, but that would have
been unmanly and he wasn�t a fucking sissy.
Aida held on to
Sands as he rode through his own orgasm, her breath coming fast and shalls
ss
she tried to re-oxygenate her body. One
of her hands left his back to brush hair out of his face as she started placing
gentle kisses on his cheeks, nose, and forehead. �Wow, tiger,� she breathed as his weight came
to rest on her, pressing her firmly into the mattress. �Just . . . wow.�
�I think I�m going
to have to agree with that exclamation,� Sand murmured, not lifting his head up
off of the bed to look at her. He was
still somewhat reeling in the sensations of his orgasm, and didn�t have the
energy to do anything else at the moment.
As they laid on the
bed, waiting for heart rates and breathing patterns to return to normal, the
quiet chiming of a clock crept into the bedroom. �It�s getting late,� Aida murmured, enjoying
the lazy warmth that was taking over her body.
�And I need to be up at six.�
�Fuck,� Sands
muttered, remembering for the first time that he had promised Jeffrey he�d get
to see sunrise tonight. He�s going to be pissed. �I have to go as well. But I want to see you again. Tomorrow.� It was not a request.
�Ok,� she
whispered. �I have rehearsal from seven
to one. Would you like to meet for
lunch?�
�Alright. I�ll meet you at the playhouse. I remember where it is.� He still didn�t want to move yet, but he knew
he should or else he�d be tempted to stay longer, so with a sigh he sat up on
the bed and turned to put his feet on the floor. �I don�t suppose you know what happened to my
pants?�
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