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Saving Grace	By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sands� hand
was on Grace�s bare back as they waited to be seated in one of the hotel�s
restaurants. He moved his fingers just
enough to send a tingling sensation down her spine and throughout her body.

Once
seated, Grace felt slightly more at ease, but not enough to ask Sands the
question that was burning in her mind.

�So, I
can�t have my favorite dish, hm?�

�I�d rather
you avoid any urges to shoot the cook, all right? Expand your pallet a little.�

Grace
smiled. �Maybe.�

�I�m glad
that you finally seem to be accepting the inevitable, Gracie.�

Grace
reached across the table and took his hand.
�What if I told you that I�m not so sure about what you really could go
through with?�

�Excuse me?�
he asked, slightly confused.

�Well,� she
said, tracing her finger along his wrist, �what if I think that you�re all talk
and a few scant actions?�

He quickly
reversed roles, taking her hand almost forcefully. He brought her wrist to his lips and, at the most tantalizingly
slow rate, let his tongue caress her flesh.
Grace all but gasped at the contact.
Sands lowered her hand and smiled.
�First of all, I can assure you that I don�t say anything that I can�t
follow through with�and secondly, I think I just found one of your pleasure
zones, Gracie.�

�Are you
ready to spill your soul?� Grace
watched as one of Sands� eyebrows rose over the brim of his dark glasses.

�Uh, why?�

�Well, you
said yourself that there�s an insane amount of sexual, um, well, everything
really, between us, and I�m certainly not going to say, �Sorry, not gonna
happen,� because to be perfectly honest with you I really wan��

�Have you
looked over your menus?� a waiter interrupted in his thick accent.

Sands
turned his head. �I�m blind, gimme a
few more minutes,� he said impatiently; he needed to know what Grace wanted to
say. �Continue?�

She bit her
lower lip. He doesn�t care about
more than what he�s imagining. God
knows I shouldn�t care or� Thank God
waiters always come to the table at the worst times � it worked out for
once. This would just get far too messy
for me� �I really want the Pollo
Trop�cal.�

�No, no,
Gracie. What were you going to say?�

�It�s
really not important�and far better left unsaid.�

Sands
frowned. �Thought I really had you.�

So did
I� �One step ahead, remember?�

�Sure. So, um, I can�t see the menu. Order for me?�

�I can read
what they��

He smiled,
feeling oddly�rejected. �I trust you.�

< When the
waiter came back, Grace ordered Enchiladas
Especiales for Sands and Pollo Trop�cal for herself. She also ordered Tequila Sunrise for
herself, causing Sands to whine like a child.
The twosome tried to make small talk throughout the evening, but it
failed. Sands knew that something was
�off.� This afternoon he and Grace
seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly, but now�things were strained and
terribly uncomfortable.

�Gracie,
what�s wrong?� Grace ignored his
question. �I didn�t think I pissed you
off today. Am I wrong?�

�Sands,�
she said, her voice low, �there�s some guy in a suit that�s been staring a hole
into the back of your head for the past twenty minutes.�

�Sure he�s
not looking at you?� he smiled.

She
nodded. �Positive. He looks kind of like � well, how I would
typically think of some government agent like person�or a member of the mafia,
kind of hard to tell the difference, you know?�

Sands
swallowed. �Upstairs,� he mouthed. Grace immediately stood and took his
hand. Not having to pay a bill, they
were able to leave when a large party passed their table. It wasn�t until they reached the elevator
that another word was spoken.

�Why did we
leave?�

�Aside from
the fact that our date was a bust?�

�Date?�

�You, me,
dinner, no conversation, no chemistry�no banter. Remember that?�

�Aside from
that,� Grace said, sounding wounded.

�Well, I�m
really not all that comfortable with suited men I can�t see staring at me. I�m not in the best graces down here�� He chuckled at his word choice. �I�m not in any graces�� Silence.
�Worth a try.� The elevator doors opened and Grace led him down the hall
at a quick pace. Once in their suite,
Sands continued. �Government,
cartel�either way, I just can�t deal with it at the moment.�

�You
can�t?� she asked, almost laughing.
�You seem to damn confidant about everything else.�

�You scr screwing with me, Grace!� he yelled.
�You�ve got my mind more fucked up than�� He heard her footsteps leave the room. The door to the balcony opened, then shut. Sands made his way to doordoor, hitting his
leg on the coffee table on the way there.
He opened the door and waited a minute before speaking.

�Go,� Grace
said, her voice trembling.

�Gracie,�
he said, placing his hands on her shoulders, �I didn�t mean to yell.�

�Please��

�What�s
bothering you? What changed since this
afternoon, hm?�

�It doesn�t
matter.�

�It does. I like trading the innuendos and�brief
physical contact�� His lips grazed her
skin.

�Stop!�She pulled away from him, refusing to let a
few threatening tears fall. �Who am I
to you, Sands?�

�What?�

�You have
never once asked me what I look like, you know that? You ask what I�m wearing and you flirt and you�you kiss�but, for
all I know, you could be picturing��

�That�s
what this is about?� he interrupted.

Grace
turned to face him. �Yes. And don�t say it doesn�t matter because��

Sands
smiled and his voice softened. �Of
course it matters.�

***

Author�s Note: Evil cliffy, I know, but I had to run and wanted to post at least
this much. Next chapter is the
chapter!
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