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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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- 23-23
- 24-24
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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 ithouthout 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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�Now you�re sure you�redy fdy for this, spitfire? Because once you go through that door, there�s
no turning back,� Sands said, pausing in front of the hotel room door. He could hear Sunrise
moving around inside, which made him all that more apprehensive. �Ok, maybe I�m being a bit melodramatic, fine,
but I don�t want you stepping your foot into something you�re not ready for,�
he said with a shrug.
Was she ready? She really didn�t know. How did one prepare one�s self to meet what
was essentially your lover�s wife? Even
if she was the wife of a different part of him?
It was mind boggling to think about, and even harder to ready one�s mind
for, but she had to do this. It was part
of proving that she was strong enough to face her future � whatever that may
be. �s d�s do it before I chicken out,�
she murmured, squeezing his hand.
�That�s probably a
good idea,� Sands muttered, feeling the urge to chicken out himself. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek
before sticking the key in the lock. Just
when he was going to open it, the door swung open and a very surprised looking
Salida was standing there, looking like she had just been about to leave. �Uh-uh. . .� Sands stuttered, utterly floored
to see her standing there.
Salida was looking
just as surprised. �I wasn�t expecting
you back yet, Sands. I was just about to
run to the store � we�re out of food.�
She paused, and a mask fell over her face as she noticed the woman
standing just behind his shoulder. �Who�s
that?� she asked, not really believing that he�d brought a woman home with him.
Sands took a deep
breath to calm himself before speaking slowly, �Sunrise,
this is Aida. Aida, this is sunrise,� he
said, moving aside so Salida could get a better look at the woman beside him. He shot Salida a look, practically pleading
with her to play nice, although he never said a word to the effect.
The two women just
looked at each other, Salida plainly measuring Aida up. Measuring how much of a threat the other
woman represented, how vulnerable she was, how weak . . . Sands didn�t know
what, but he didn�t think it was a good thPerhaps it would have been better to meet her on neutral ground,
she thought.
�Aida?�
Why do
you ask?�
�Oh, well, I was
just a bit confused. First you buy me a
present � the first one I�ve ever gotten that was meant to be seen outside the bedroom, I might add � and
then earlier, I got the distinct impression that you don�t like me. I was wondering if I was just being paranoid
or not � it comes with the territory � but I wanted to be sure.�
Sands didn�t know
what to say to that. Jeffrey�s never gotten her any presents?
�Sometimes I think I hate you, and
Jeffrey, and then sometimes . . . I don�t fucking know, sunrise,� he said,
fidgeting a little. �I don�t like
fucking being double-teamed by you two all the time. It gets on my fucking nerves. And it�s not like you ever even talk to me
unless you fucking want something from me. I�m not saying that because I necessarily want
you to or anything, I�m just pointing out a fucking fact. You fucking both treat me as an annoyance
rather than a person and I hate you both for it. I don�t know why I got you the book. Maybe I wanted to put up a fucking white flag,
I don�t know,� he said, suddenly extremely uncomfortable with the whole
conversation.
�Understandable,�
she murmured. �And to tell you the
truth, I am sorry about it. I resent you
for making me share Jeffrey, and as a fellow schizophrenic, especially one that�s
been locked in another woman�s head for most of her existence, I don�t have the
best people skills. But I�ve tried to do
what I can to give you time alone. And I
admit, perhaps I didn�t argue with Jeffrey as hard as I could have, but I think
you can probably understand that now.�
She gave him a shrewd look. �You
wanted to talk to me too, Sands. What
did you want?�
�What I want . . . that�s the question, isn�t
it? What I want is to be alone within my
own head. What I want is to live a
fucking normal life. What I�m going to get is this; Aida is moving in. You fucking tell her I told you this and I�ll
make your life fucking miserable, but her fucking apartment�s a shithole and
she doesn�t deserve to be alone right now.�
�How nice. Have you realized yet that that�s all that we want as well? To be allowed to live our lives? I know it�s not
fair that we have to put up with this � any of us � and I have no objection to
Aida moving in. I�m fine with that. I have my own life � there�s no reason I
should have to interact with her any more than she should have to with me if
she didn�t want to. What it all boils down
to is you and Jeffrey making some sort of truce. He told me once that if you couldn�t
reconcile your differences in some manner, then you�d tear each other
apart. And it�s true. And that�s why I�m going along with
this. Because I don�t want to lose the
man I love.�
Sands moved into
the room and sat down in one of the chairs against the wall. �I do realize that that�s what you and he
want,� he said with a sigh. He laughed
then shortly. �You know what? You and Aida just might get along. She brought up some of these very same points
not a half an hour ago. I do understand.
At least, I think I do.� He sighed again
and ran a hand across in his face in that same weary movement that was now
becoming habit. �I would give us all a
normal life if I could, Salida,� he admitted, looking at her directly as he
called her by her first name. �But that�s
not in the fucking cards. It never has
been, and I guess it�s about time I start accepting that. I tell myself that I have, but I haven�t. Not really. And Jeffrey�s fucking right. It�s not a thought I�ve often liked to
entertain, but I give him credit for admitting it to you. We no more than barely tolerate each other,
and that�s not enough anymore. But I don�t
know if it�s enough for us to change either. We�ve never
gotten along, and we�re both stubborn bastards to boot. It�s not going to be fucking easy for us to
come to a truce. In fact, it might be
impossible,� he said with a resigned shrug. �But I know this for sure. I�m not willing to give up my control in this
life anymore than I know Jeffrey is, so while that may hinder our progress, it
might help it as well. I don�t know.�
Salida nodded,
deciding that was enough said on that front.
�There were an inordinate amount of furniture sales yesterday,� she
offered for a neutral conversation. �I
managed to get furniture for the living and rec room, and a few electronics for
less than I thought I would. I went
ahead and bought furniture for our
bedroom, but didn�t get anything for you yet.
Which is good, since I suppose you�ll want to do that with Aida.� Standing up, she brought him a list of
receipts. �What�s highlighted is what I
couldn�t manage to pay for. I want to
pay for everything that will be exclusively Jeffrey�s anne mne myself, and I
paid for the pool table. And I can pay
for some of the smaller pieces of the living room set � tables, lamps and such.� Her pride rankled at asking Sands to pay for
anything, really, but he was going to be living there too and she simply
couldn�t afford everything they would need.
�I�d contribute more, but I�ve already paid the deposit on the place,
plus the first month�s rent, not to mention utilities. I was thinking we could switch off on those
every month.� She was doing her best to
be civil and talk things over with him, and she hoped he realized that.
�That�s fair,�
Sands agreed, taking the receipts from her and setting them on his lap. �Don�t think I don�t notice what you�re trying
to do. Thyou you for being civil. And in the spirit of that civility, would you
like to talk to Jeffrey now?� he asked, even going so far as so give her a half
smile. He was trying to get along, he
really was. Things needed to change
around here, and it wouldn�t be up to just them. He knew he had to do his part too, and for the
most part he was willing.
She nodded. �And you probably know what the first thing
he�s going to do is, so I might not get a chance to talk to him for a bit.� She blushed.
�And since I get the feeling that you�re going to want to spend the
night with your inamorata. . .� she let the sentence trail off.
�I can take a hint,
I�m going, I�m going,� he said, raising up his hands. He left and Jeffrey stared back at her in his
place.
�He fucking had a
conversation with you already without me, didn�t he? Fuck, I told him to tell me when you got home,�
Jeffrey muttered, walking over to sit beside her on the bed. �Where�d his little lady run off to?� he
asked, falling back upon the bed lazily as he talked to her.
�I didn�t ask,�
Salida said, surprised at his restraint.
�I don�t fucking
like her,� he muttered. �I don�t fucking
like anything about this whole fucking situation. Why was she fucking here? She just causes fucking problems. And why the hell did you just let her off with
a fucking song, vixen? I couldn�t
fucking believe it,� he muttered incredulously, looking up at her from his
position on the bed.
�What crime did you
want me to rip into her for?� Salida asked curiously, pushing Jeffrey onto his
stomach, immediately straddling his waist.
Without thought, her hands started kneading the tense muscles of his
back. Whether this was him or residual
from Sands, she didn�t know. She just
knew she needed him in a good mood.
�I don�t know,
something,� Jeffrey muttered softly, closing his eyes as her hands began to
massage his back. �And if you�re just
doing this to make me forget about him and his new girlfriend for a while, keep
it up. Juhe the thought of the two of
them makes my head fucking hurt again.�
Now�s probably not the time to talk about
this, but . . . �Either we talk
about this now, or after we fuck, lover.
It�s up to you.�
�Why do I fucking
feel myself tense up again when you say that?� he asked with a sigh. �Just fucking tell me. Get it fucking over with. It�s about them, isn�t it?�
�She�s moving in,
Jeffrey.� She braced herself for his
reaction, clenching her jaw hard enough to make it ache, the bruise � which was
currently covered by a heavy layer of concealer � throbbing painfully.
�She�s fucking
what?!� Jeffrey shouted. �Oh no she�s
fucking not! There�s too fucking many of
us alreadyhouthout adding someone else to the fucking mix! We don�t even know anything about this girl!�
�You knew nothing
about me, but you slept with me and
you married me.�
�That�s not the
same,� he muttered automatically, frowning as he knew that he had nothing to
back that up with.
Salida knew it too,
and didn�t press it. �Whatever happened
to trying to get along for the sake of staying the least bit sane? And if Aida is something Sands needs to stay
sane � in the same way that you need me, and I need you � then I at least, can�t argue with that.�
�Did you fucking
nag him about this shit too or am I just fucking lucky?� he asked irritably.
�No, we discussed
it too,� she murmured, climbing off him and going to sit against the
headboard. She was willing to play nice,
but not if he was going to everything he could to piss her off. �And he agreed with me.�
�Well isn�t that
just fucking perfect. I�m glad you two
are getting along,� Jeffrey sneered. In
truth, he didn�t really know why he was so fucking pissed off all of a sudden,
but there was nothing he could do about it for the moment. Fuck
that. I haven�t seen her all fucking
day. I�ll be damned if I�m just going to
lie here and argue with her over Sands. He took a deep breath and tried to calm
himself down. �Fine, he agreed. But agreeing is one thing, vixen. Acting upon that agreement is another thing
entirely. Fine his little girlfriend can
move in. The more the fucking merrier,�
he said sarcastically, not fully believing what he was saying but backed into a
corner. She was right. �Fine, staying
sane is a good thing, and all that shit and if you really don�t have a fucking
problem with her . . . then I guess I fucking won�t either. And that�s all I�m willing to give up at the
moment, so don�t fucking push it, vixen.�
Salida looked at
him, then looked away, crossing her arms across her chest. �You�re not giving up anything,� she
whispered. �And I don�t blame you for
that. I wouldn�t give anything up to
Tess either . . . but I say that because I don�t have to. I might if I were in your position. I don�t know.
All I know is that . . . that you need
Sands. He helps balance you. You�re two sides of the same coin, and there�s
no escaping that. You�ve got me to
confide in, and to love, and be loved by.
And as difficult as this makes things, Sands needs the same things.� This was not going well. �And if he�s not allowed to . . . have
something resembling a life, then things are only going to go into a downward
spiral until I lose you. I don�t want
that. It�d kill me,� she whispered.
Jeffrey wanted very
much to deny her words, but he could feel them ring true. He had felt the way Sands had begun to feel
more and more depressed lately, but he had ignored it. He hadn�t cared. �Fine, say I agree with you, vixen. Say I agree with the fact that Sands and I .
. . need each other. Knowing that and
actually acting upon it are two very
different things, vixen. Who�s to say
that he and I will ever get
along? Who�s to say that this hasn�t
just delayed a confrontation between
the two of us?� He didn�t like bringing
up such things, but he was trying to be realistic.
She laughed. �He just told me the same thing � about
trying. idn�idn�t think it�d work either
. . . at least not right away. But at
this point, I think �trying� will go a long way to keep people from getting
frustrated. And as far as I�m concerned,
the longer things get delayed, the better.�
�Great, now I sound like him too,� Jeffrey frowned
when he realized how that sounded. �Oh,
you know what I fucking mean. Now, are
you going to come back over here and finish what you started or are you still
pissed at me?�
�I�m not pissed,�
she murmured. �It just feels like this
is one fight you�re not willing to wage.
And I know that if you don�t, we�re going to loose each other, one way
or another.�
�Well, you�re
right. I don�t want to wage that fucking
fight. But losing each other is not a
fucking option, so I guess I�ll just have to take my own fucking advice and
�put up or shut up,� right?� he asked with a sigh. �I�ll fucking try, alright? I won�t promise I won�t be ready to kill him
after the first five minutes, but I�ll fucking try. Satisfied now?�
She nodded, and
rolled across the bed until she was leaning against his side. �I�m satisfied. Not as sateddon�t have any objections to working at, vixen,� he said with a
smirk. He lifted himself up off the bed
a little so he could move over to kiss her.
�I fucking missed you today,� he murmured against her lips before kissing
her passionately.
She�d missed him
too.spanspan>The only times she felt completely
content anymore were when she was in his arms.
Snuggling closer to
him, she broke the kiss to tease him a bit, burying her face in his neck. She took a deep breath . . . and froze. Her attention shifting, she sniffed him
again, and came up with the same conclusion.
He smelled . . . different. Like
someone else. Like some other
woman. And while she knew who the woman
was, and that Sands had been with her, not Jeffrey, it didn�t matter. Her mind and her nature couldn�t handle this
blatant threat to what was rightfully hers.
Salida forcefully
threw Jeffrey onto his back, kissing him vehemently while her body rubbed up
and down his. He was hers � hers � and he was going to learn that. And so was that . . . that. . . . Tramp
her irrational mind supplied. Yes, she agreed. Mine.
�Holy fuck vixen,
not that I�m fucking complaining, but what the fuck was that?� Jeffrey asked,
groaning softly as she rubbed her body against his. �What are you doing?� he gasped, not
understanding why she was acting this way, but not wanting her to stop either.
�You�re mine,� she
whispered, giving that as her only explanation.
After all, if she couldn�t explain to herself why she was reacting so
strongly, how could she tell him? Her
restless mouth latched onto an earl and and she growled softly, her breath
coming fast.
�Yes, I can � see
that,� he managed to gasp out, the feeling and sound of her hot breath against
his ear and her tongue and teeth working at his earlobe sliding him towards
distraction. �Never mind, I don�t
fucking care. Yes, I�m yours, but if you
feel the need to prove it, or to make me prove it, I�m certainly not the one
who�s going to tell you no,� he said slowly, somewhat surprised he had been
able to get the full sentence out without a hesitation.
Pulling back in
frustration, Salida quickly pulled her shirt over her head and threw it across
the room along with her bra. Then she
turned her attention to Jeffrey�s shirt, paying no heed to the buttons; her
impatient hands ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Not giving him the chance to do anything �
not even fully remove the shirt � Salida latched onto one of his nipples with
her hungry lips, biting at it painfully, just on the verge of drawing
blood. All that was running through her
mind was the impulse to mark him as hers, and she was doing her damndest to do
so.
�Ohhh. . .� Jeffrey
moaned, running his hands through her hair, pressing her head down on his chest
even more firmly without thought. �My .
. . vixen . . . what the fuck . . . are you trying to do . . . to me?� he
groaned. She seemed hell-bent on driving
him insane with her feralness, and he was loving every minute of it. He cursed Sands and his love of fucking tight
leather pants then, because at the moment, they were becoming very fucking uncomfortable.
Not that she was
going to let that situation go
unremedied for long. Growing hot and
even more bothered than she�d been when she�d started, Salida worked her way
down her husband�s lean form, her body doing as much to torment as her hands
and mouth were. Reaching his waist, she
settled herself over Jeffrey�s legs to inhibit his movement, then started
running her hands up and down his thighs, noticing the rather large bulge in
his pants, but wanting him to remember that she
was the only one that could bring him relief.
When she deemed she�d
lingered long enough, she quickly unzipped his pants, being reckless in her
haste. Any discomfort she might have
caused was immediately canceled out by her rough and demanding hands on his
impressive hard-on. Jeffrey�s entire
body arched as a loud groan was wrenched from his throat. She watched with eager eyes, grinning ferally
at the proof of her triumph.
�Tell me,� she
demanded in a low whisper. �Tell me how
much you want me to fuck you with my dirty little mouth.� Her hands continued squeezing him
mercilessly. �Convince me to give head,
lover.�
�If you don�t, I
bet I can convince Sands� little bitch to,� Jeffrey said with a leer. He didn�t like being manipulated. He fucking enjoyed everything she was doing to
him, but his personality wouldn�t let her have that much control over him
without a fight. The dig had passed his lips
before he could stop it and now he tensed, waiting for her reaction.
Salida�s eyes
narrowed. �Bastard,� she hissed. That�s what had started all this, and what he�d
just said hadn�t helped. �Jerk off,� she
said coldly, jumping off the bed and running into the bathroom, slamming the
door and locking it behind her.
Jeffrey watched her
go in utter shock, not saying a word. He
couldn�t believe it. �Oh fuck that!� he
shouted, getting up off the bed as quickly as the throbbing hard-on between his
legs would allow. He wasn�t sorry he�d
said the words, but he knew he shouldn�t
have. He had a fucking fast mouth and it
had been only a matter of time before it got him into trouble. �Oh come on,� he moaned to himself, looking
down between his legs. �There�s no
fucking way she�s getting away with this.� He practically limped over to the bathroom
door and began banging on it furiously. �Vixen, I fucking swear I�ll rip this fucking
door off of its hinges with my bare hands right now before I let you fucking
leave me hanging like this! Now open the
fucking door!�
�Bite me!� she
screamed back. She was furious. Why didn�t he just come out and say he�d rather fuck the new girl? Old
news, I�m old news. Part of her was
telling her just how foolish she was, that Jeffrey loved her, etc., but it was
drowned out by the large mass of hurt congealing inside her.
To her chagrin, the
door did not prove enough of a barrier.
It slammed open, and Jeffrey came towards her furiously. Salida picked up a nearby bar of soap and
threw it at his head.
Jeffrey batted at
the soapy projectile forcefully and sent it ricocheting off of the back of his
hand and into the bathtub. �Well, look
who�s being little miss bitch tonight? What the fuck is your problem, vixen?� Jeffrey
seethed, grabbing her by the wrist before she could throw something else at
him. �So, I�m a prick. You knew that. That doesn�t fucking mean you can just fucking
walk out on me!� he couldn�t remember feeling so angry before. He hadn�t gotten to see her all fucking day
long, and now he had to put up with this shit.
�Don�t touch me,� she breathed, an anger
matching his own in her eyes. Anger and
a bit more, but he was too far gone to notice it. She reached out to slap him, suddenly
desperate to be free, but he caught that wrist as well. She struggled, but all he did was press her
against the wall with his body.
The more she
struggled, the more it made him want her. He truly didn�t notice her trying to get away
from him, but even if he did, at this point he probably wouldn�t have even
cared. He attacked her mouth viciously,
violently, with no thought other than his own needs. He ran his hands over her naked breasts
roughly, squeezing hard enough to cause her pain. And still, he didn�t stop. �You�re mine,
vixen. And I didn�t say you could
fucking leave,� he said coldly, rubbing his throbbing length between her jean
clad legs roughly.
�Stop it, Jeffrey.� The request was somewhere between a demand
and a plea. She was scared now, of him
and herself. She didn�t like seeing him
like this. And yet . . . her body
responded like it always did to him;
adrenaline blocked out most of the pain allowing her to feel her arousal
grow. This wasn�t her husband, though. This was the man who�d tried to kill
her. But her husband was still there
somewhere. Still there, and still
smelling of another woman�s perfume. And
the elusive trace of that scent still made her want to eradicate it. �I�m not your slut, so stop treating me like
it.� Fear was turning bao ano anger.
�You fucking walked
out on me. How do you fucking expect me
to treat you?� Jeffrey hissed, still pissed off but no longer moving against
her. He still didn�t let her go though;
pinning her back up against the wall. �I
don�t appreciate being told to jerk off by my own fucking wife. My wife,�
he stressed, his stance ridged with rage. He didn�t know why he was so fucking angry. He could see the anger flash in her eyes and
that anger was only serving to fuel his own rage, and he didn�t know how to
fucking stop it.
Wife.
Husband. My husband. Mine. �Yes,
and your wife wants you to fucking
leave her alone,� she hissed, renewing her efforts to get free. Unfortunately, in the course of this, her
sensitized breasts rubbed against his chest, making her moan softly.
Jeffrey took this
as a sign that she was lying, and what hold he had over what remained of his
control snapped.
�I don�t fucking
like to be lied too,� Jeffrey ground out between clenched teeth. He was practically shaking with rage now. He moved his hands down to her pants and had
unbuttoned and yanked her jeans and panties both down her legs, forcing her to
pull her feet out of them before raising her up against the wall above him and
sparing her the briefest of glances before thrusting into her.
Salida screamed,
more with rage than pain, although there was a little of that too. She didn�t want to be with him when he was
like this, but she had little choice now.
Looking into his eyes with her own stunned ones, she saw that anything
she said now would fall on deaf ears.
And with her toes barely even on the ground, she didn�t have any way of
fighting back. No other way than to
simply submit and let him do what he fucking wanted. And plan what she was going to do to him when
they were done. Right after she could
think straight again.

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He didn�t want to face her. Hell, he didn�t even want to look at her. He left her sitting on the bathroom tile and
moved over to the sink, turning on the cold water and running it over his face,
not even wanting to look at himself in the mirror. He turned and left without a word, moving to
sit on the bed. He left the bathroom
door open, and he could still see her sitting there if he chose to look up, but
he didn�t. His eyes were firmly affixed
to the ground.
Salida could feel
herself trembling, both from the aftershocks of release and disgust at how she�d
arrived there. On legs that trembled,
she made her way to the tub, turning on the hot water and letting the scalding
liquid fill it. She knew it would be too
hot, but she didn�t particularly care at the moment either. She just needed to get clean. And it wasn�t as if she would feel it
anyway. She was too numb for that.
Warm, she thought, not letting her mind
wander past that single goal. If it did,
she might destroy her marriage without any outside help.
Jeffrey heard the
water running and slumped dejectedly on the bed. What
have I fucking done? he asked himself with wide eyes. He buried his face in his hands and ran them
over his face and through his hair. I got what I wanted; a quick fuck. But at what cost? He very much wanted to go to her, but he
wouldn�t. He couldn�t. He could only sit on the bed and wait as each
second that passed by left him feeling that much more guilty.
Salida climbed into
the water, watching as her skin turned a shocking shade of pink. The water was holding her so softly, so
warmly . . . much like Jeffrey would have been holding her now if she�d been
able to control herself earlier. She
looked down at her body, noticing that bruises were forming from the heat, but
marveling that they didn�t hurt. So inviting, she mused.Not now. Not when it was all so fresh. Not when he felt like he could get pissed off
and hurt her again. �You always hurt the
ones you love,� he said softly. �I guess
I must really love you then,� he said, completely serious and still not looking
back at her.
�Salida loves you,�
she said very seriously. �She won�t
remember this in the morning, because she won�t want to. She won�t want to remember anything that
would make her uncomfortable around you.
Not around her lover.�
Jeffrey didn�t know
whether to feel relieved or worse. Worse,
he decided, his mood going dark. Definitely worse. He didn�t know what to say to that, so he just
kept silent, dwelling on his own thoughts.
When Salida � or
whatever voice was speaking for her � didn�t say anything more either, he
realized that she�d gone to sleep.
Jeffrey sighed and
picked her up into his arms once more � infinitely more gentle this time � and
carried her over to the bed and laid her down upon it. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over her to
her chin before moving to sit on a chair against the wall and just watch her
sleep, lost within his own thoughts, his own guilt. She may not remember this in the morning, but
he doubthatthat he�d ever forget it.

******************************

Aida walked to the door of the hotel room Sands was staying
in, and hesitated. What if Sands wasn�t
the one that opened the door? But she�d
promised she would both call and come back.
She�d called, but no one in the room had answered. So here she was, overnight bag in hand, and
left with a promise to fulfill.
-Knock, knock, knock- Shifting her hold on her bag, she waited for
someone to come to the door.
Jeffrey slowly,
dimly became aware of someone knocking on the door. He didn�t want to answer it did didn�t want
to leave Salida�s side � but he felt almost compelled to. He had never been able to simply ignore a
ringing phone or the knocking of a door. It was one of his. . . Quirks,
he supposed dazedly. He pulled on a pair
of pajama bottoms in something close to slow motion, before walking out of the
bedroom with one last backward glance at Salida before moving in through the
living room and down the entrance hall to answer the knocking at the door.
�Oh, it�s you,� he
addressed the petite redhead standing on the other side. �What do you want?� he asked wearily.
�Umm . . . where�s
Sands?� She didn�t really want to deal
with this man, although he was certainly different now than he�d been
earlier. Not to mention she wondered
what she was interrupting; his chest had several livid marks on it that were
unmistakable, and she was certain that she hadn�t put them there.
�Not here,� he said
slowly, not moving from his position in the doorway, and not looking away from
her.
Shaking her hair
over her shoulder, she asked, �Can I come in?�
Sands sighed and
moved to a side. �Sure, why the fuck
not? Come on in, make yourself at home.�
He closed the door behind her as she entered and locked it, before moving to
collapse down on the couch, closing his eyes with a frown. He didn�t want to fucking deal with this � with
her � right now, but he wanted even
less to deal with a disgruntled Sands when he sent his girly packing.
�So . . .� an>Aan>Aida wasn�t quite sure what to say. It was easier to deal with Salida, who didn�t
look and sound like the man she loved. �Umm
. . . which room is Sands�? I�ll just go
. . . wait.�
Jeffrey was feeling
a bit self-destructive after what had happened with Salida, so he was promptto sto say, �Don�t leave. Let�s have a nice fucking
chat. It�s just what I fucking need
right now. I won�t bite, promise,� he
said with a weary grin. Let her pile on the shit. I fucking deserve it, he thought to
himself grimly.
p clp class=MsoNormal> �I�d rather not,�
she said cautiously. �I�m rather tired. I think I�d like to get some sleep. Sands kept me up most the night.�
�I just bet he did,�
Jeffrey mumbled under his breath without thought. �Oh for fuck�s sake. I�m just looking for someone still willing to
fucking talk to me now and you seem to be fucking it. And since I know fuck about you, I thought it
might be as good a time as any to try,� he immediately wished he could have
taken the words back but he couldn�t, so he went on, �Now sit the fuck down. You can fucking sleep later. You know what, I�ll even fucking let you sleep
with Sands if that�s what you really want. I don�t fucking care anymore and I�m sure
vixen doesn�t eith He turned to look at Aida. �I�m sorry you�re having to put up with all of
this shit right now,� he said with a sigh. �How did it go?� he was still tense, but he
was trying his best to put Jeffrey and Salida out of his mind and focus on her.
�As well as can be
expected, considering what the MRI�s and CAT scans showed.� Aida�s touch slowed as she thought back over
her day and the conversations she�d had.
�I�m afraid I only have bad news and mediocre news,� she sighed as her
hands drifted down from Sands� temples, down his back, and around his
waist. She pressed against him from
behind, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her cheek on his bare shoulder
blade. �Which do you want first?�
�Bad news,� he said
without hesitation. �Get it fucking over
with.� He sighed and leaned into her
touch slightly.
�The tumor is
inoperable.� One of her hands left his
waist to tap the center of his forehead, right where the bridg his his nose
started. �It�s right here, and it�s
about the size of . . . an aspirin.�
�And what . . . what
does that mean?� Sands asked, trying � with little success � to keep his voice
emotionless.
�It means I get to
go in every other day for the next two weeks to get another MRI so the doctors
can see just how fast this thing is growing, and once they�ve figured that out, then I get to loose all my
hair.�
�And the mediocre
news? pan>�I did it
once out of pure stubbornness. You think
I�d give up now?� Bashfully she said, �I
really do think I love you. But you�re
more than welcome to convince me.�
�I don�t really
know love, spitfire. I never have. But I think I really love you too,� he
whispered back. �And know I can do that,� he said with a
smirk, turning to look at her for the first time. �You�re beautiful. Even without the hair, you�ll still be
beautiful to me. Don�ckincking doubt it
or I�ll get pissed off,� he threatened playfully. He leaned over and kissed the middle of her
forehead, exactly where she had pointed out where her tumor was on his own
head. �And that, doesn�t scare me,� he
said, pulling away to look at her seriously. He didn�t give her a chance to respond before
kissing her thoroughly and passionately on the mouth, his body twisting around
on the bed so that he was facing her before he took her into his arms and held
her tightly.
�I�m glad to be
back with you,� she murmured between kisses.
�I wish I could
have gone with you,� he said softly. �That
might have saved us all a lot of problems,� he said with a slight frown,
annoyed that he hadn�t managed to put Jeffrey and Sunrises� problems out of his
head, even now.
�No,� she
said. �If you didn�t want to hear it
from me, I don�t think you would have wanted to hear it from a doctor who is
taught to speak clinically and unemotionally about things.� She pressed her forehead to his. �It was enough to know that you�d be here
when I was done. All I�ve ever asked for
is a sympathetic ear, not total support.�
�But I wasn�t here. Jeffrey was,� he said slowly. He was feeling guilty and he didn�t know why. He could only assume it was Jeffrey�s
lingering feelings and he didn�t fucking like it.
�You�re here now,
aren�t you? I�m talking to the same man who held me last
night, aren�t I?� She shrugged. �Don�t beat yourself up over things you have
no control over. It�s not worth it.� They were lying on the bed, Sands� chest
pressed against hers, her arms around his neck.
Her fingers started wandering aimlessly over his back, making abstract
designs. �Go with the flow, remember?� One>One of her hands slipped down to his
hip. �And I think I�d rather put aside
other concerns and make a serious study into which way your blood is . . . flowing.� She flashed him a wicked smile.
Sands silently
cheered to see such a smile on her face � that meant she was coming back to
herself at least � before drawling slowly, �You should know the answer to that
by now, spitfire. It�s flowing the same way
it always seems to when you�re around. Down
in a straight line in-between my legs,� he said with a wicked smirk of his own.
�Hmm,� she gave him
a small frown. �I don�t think I�m going
to believe that without proof.� And
before he could stop her, her hand moved to the front of his � or Jeffrey�s �
pajama bottoms and pressed against his growing arousal. �Sure enough,� she drawled back at him. �Seems like someone needs to have their pulse
taken.� She slid her hand inside the
loose waist of his pants and gripped him tightly. �Hmm . . . seems your heart rate is a bit
elevated,� she teased.
�Yes . . . it does
seem sy wiy wicked spitfire,� he drawled slowly with more than a bit of
breathiness in his voice, willing himself not to move under her hand and
keeping his eyes locked upon her face. �Maybe
I should see if yours matches,� he said, moving to kiss and nip at the pulse
point in her neck while his hands moved under her blouse to thumb at her
nipples through her bra without thought.
�Mmm,� she hummed,
stretching out her neck so it�d be easier for him to kiss her. She moved her hands from him, placing them on
his shoulders. Then, with her eyes shut,
she smirked, and drew her nails down his chest, ever so lightly. She reached his waist, then raised her hands
again, repeating the procedure. She did
it over and over, the feather light scratches slowly becoming more and more
painful.
�Ok, that�s just
playing dirty,� Sands moaned, gasping when her hands ran over the marks Salida
had already made on his � Jeffrey�s � chest. His kisses became a bit more rough and his
hands decided that they had had enough of her breasts, moving up her legs
slowly and underneath her skirt, cupping her warm arousal there for a brief
moment before one of his hands slipped inside her underwear anftlyftly sought
out her clit and began to manipulate it slowly. �I�m convinced . . . your heart-rate�s . . . definitely
. . . elevated as well,� he managed to gasp out, feeling himself becoming more
and more aroused under the onslaught of her touch.
�Well . . . what
can I say?� she breathed. �You win some
. . . y-you loose some, oh yes Sands.� Her hands stilled as he took her attention
and focused it on what his fingers were doing to her hot center. She was so hot . . . probably because she was
still fully dressed.
Without thinking,
her hand moved to the buttons of her blouse and started to quickly pop them
open. She wanted to be as close to him
as possible, and that meant no clothes.
�That�s my job,� he muttered, moving one of his
hands out from under her skirt to help her with her shirt before pushing her
back on the bed and using both hands to pull her skirt and underwear down off
of her legs. �Feel better now, spitfire?�
he asked with a smirk, taking in her form now only clad in a bra. �Actually you would probably feel better if I
did this again, right?� he asked with a smirk, crawling over to her and moving
a hand back between her legs while he rubbed the other across her stomach and
chest forcefully.
�Sands, I�m going
t-to steal your job again if you don�t take off my damn bra.� God, he was driving her crazy with his
hands. �And no, you�re only irritating
me.� She needed him inside her, damnit.
�Ooo, feisty,�
Sands drawled with a smirk, but moved to take off her bra as she had asked,
hovering over her as he did so. Once he
had got the bra off and had thrown it over the side of the bed, he leaned over
to kiss her again forcefully positioning himself at her entrance but not
thrusting into her like they both wanted. �You want this?� he teased, nipping at her
bottom lip.
�No, I want to take
a nap,� she said with a roll of her eyes as she lifted her hips to meet
him. �I�d rather be re-grouting the tub,
peeling a ten pound bag of potatoes ��
When Sands thrust his tongue into her mouth, she figured he�d gotten
the picture, and she used her time to kiss him back, battling to slip her
tongue into his mouth.
While she fought to
kiss him back, he eased his hardened length ever so slowly within her body�s
silken grip, moaning slightly at the sensation and giving her the opportunity
to slip her own tongue into his mouth. Their
tongues battled as their bodies did, and the gentle rhythm he had initiated was
slowly getting dashed to pieces by his growing lust as she kissed him just as
passionately as he was kissing her. One
of them � he wasn�t entirely sure who � nipped at a lip or tongue hard enough
to draw blood, and he felt himself grow even more aroused still as the blood
seasoned the forceful kiss.
Aida broke the kiss
to catch her breath as she felt Sands slowly start moving faster and faster
inside her. She whimpered as he raised
himself above her on his arms, being car not not to crush her, but also careful
not to lessen the impact of their bodies against one another. Using her own arms to prop herself up, she
fastened her lips over the hollow of Sands� throat, biting and sucking hard at
the tender skin. As nice as last night
had been � as comforting � this was even better. This was normal. This was both of them refusing to give an
inch to the other. This reassured her
that she was still normal.
Sands moaned as she
sucked and bit at his neck, growling softly deep in his throat somewhere right
above where she was currently biting. He
leaned down and latched onto her own neck in retribution � not able to reach
anywhere else � and his thrusts sped up accordingly at the exquisite torture on
his sensitive neck. She was going to
leave one hell of a mark there when she was done, but that didn�t matter. He�d leave matching marks of his own in every
place he could find before he was satisfied.
Aida whimpered as
Sands attacked her neck viciously. She
was going to come, that�s all there was to it.
She�d been craving this since leaving her bed with him this morning, and
her nervous system wasn�t going to take any more stimulation before she burst
into flames. Surrendering to the
inevitable, Aida threw back her head and came with a loud, low cry, her eyes
squeezing shut as a bolt of electricity ran through her body, making everything
� even Sands � disappear. Well, until
she realized that he wasn�t stopping.
�Who said we were
done yet?� Sands gasped out, kissing her lips forcefully this time, having
satisfied his desire to mark her neck and shoulders more than once. In actuality he wasn�t far from coming
himself, but had said what he had anyway. He was determined that since he had already
outlasted her, to make her come again as many times as she could before she put
an end to his fun. She had stopped him
the last time he had tried such a feat, but that didn�t necessarily mean she
would now.
Reaching for his
bedside table, he opened the small drawer in it, pulling out his knife. He wasn�t sure where his gun was at the
moment � the best bet was that Jeffrey had it � but he didn�t really care
either. The .22 was much too crude for
what he had in mind.
His little spitfire
liked pain, did she? Well, he�d have to
see what he could do to help her.
Aida froze at the
sight of the silver blade as it grew closer to her face. �Sands?� she asked, her voice wavering.
�Shh,
spitfire. Just a bit of fun. Fun you�re welcome to have with me . . .
later.� Much later. Turning her head with one hand, he held it
there, dragging the tip of the blade over her neck lightly. Her skin was so perfect that it simply ran
over it smoothly, barely even raising a scratch. He tortured her for a bit, trying to regain
some of his control. When he felt like
he had it, he made a small nick just behind Aida�s left ear, smirking as she
gasped, whimpered, and as her inner muscles quivered. While it was for no more than a second, it
was enough to let him know that he had her support.
He watched blood
well up to the small cut, and was lowering his head to lick it up, when her
voice interrupted him. �Just not too
obvious, tiger. People see me undressed
nearly every day.�
He growled
possessively at her comment without thought before he realized she had meant
doctors and perhaps fellow actresses, not just random people. �But if they�re not obvious they�re no fun,�
he practically pouted, licking at the blood on the cut he made as slowly as a
cat cleaning himself. �Mmm,� he almost
purred into her ear after licking the blood away. �Like sugar,� he murmured in her ear, licking
the blood up off his lips slowly. His
control had wavered at the taste of her blood on his tongue, but he had held on
by pure force of will.
Once he was
satisfied that he had licked up all the blood from the cut he had made behind
her ear that he could, he lifted himself slightly off her and made a small cut
on her left breast, right next to her areole. She gasped as he leaned over and began
suckling on the cut, suckling on her nipple in the process which had no doubt
been his intention all along.
�Fuck,� she
hissed. That one had stung, but the
moist heat of his mouth suckling away at her immediately banished any pain or
thought of complaint that she might have been harboring. It felt like her nerves, from breast to clit,
had become a gigantic electrical conduit.
She whimpered as he nipped at her lightly, arousal curling inside her
belly once again as he started driving his hips against her in short, irregular
bursts. With head tossing, and whimpers
and moans escaping her, Aida, managed to gasp her lover�s name. Her hands found their way into his hair, and
she held him to her, not caring that he was doing his best to torture her. All that mattered was that he satisfy the
roaring need inside her.
Sands felt his
arousal swell again as he heard her gasp his name. That had always been a major turn-on for him;
hearing his own name in a moment of pure pleasure and passion. Perhaps that meant he was an egotistical
bastard, but at the moment he couldn�t have cared less. His neck was beginning to ache from the
pressure Aida was keeping on his head, but he didn�t want to move even if he
could have, so it didn�t really matter. He
just kept licking and sucking at the cut and her nipple; the constant pressure
not allowing the cut to close. He could
felt himself nearing the edge of his own arousal, but that didn�t matter. He had held out for as long as he cared too,
and now he was only interested in achieving his own release.
�Please?� she asked
him, shifting uncomfortably under him.
He�d kept her on the edge for too long.
She wanted release. She wanted to
see him as he found release. She wanted
to hold onto him afterwards, as their heart and lungs slowed down, and as her
eyes grew heavy. It�d been a difficult
day, and while it was only early evening, she was ready for some sleep. Which wasn�t to say that she wouldn�t be
adverse to being woken up later . . . . �Please,�
she begged again. �It�s fucking
unbearable.�
Sands dropped the
knife over the side of the bed, having had his fun with it. He pulled himself up off of her breast and
looked at her, his eyes dark with his own arousal. �How could I say no to that?� he asked softly
before reachiver ver to pull her legs up to wrap around him, his thrusts
becoming even deeper. There was no
foreplay this time, he was only concerned on finding his release as quickly as
possible and knew that she was feeling the same way. �My beautiful, tight, sexy, spitfire,� he
gasped out with each thrust. He was very
fucking close now and after a few more thrusts and adulations, he let his
control slip unmourned as he came with a long moan, holding on to her legs
tightly. He had been so lost in his own
pleasure that he hadn�t even noticed if she had come as well, but from the
pleasured look on her face as she watched him she surely must have. He began kissing her cheeks, chin, neck � anything
he could reach, really � lightly and without thought or hesitation. He just wanted to kiss her. �I do think I love you, Aida,� he said slowly
when he had calmed down enough to think straight.
�Will you still
love me if I ask you if I can sleep?� she asked, a tired but sincere smile on
her face. Kissing his forehead, she
whispered, �It�s been a long day. But
feel free to wake me in a few hours.�
She yawned. �I just need to . . .
recharge my batteries.�
�You can sleep. Don�t worry about it. I�ll find someway to entertain myself. Unless . . . do you want me to stay?� he
asked, pulling himself off of her and moving over to her side to look at her.
�If you want to
stay,� she said, not wanting to force him into anything. She did
want him to stay, but that need made her uncomfortable. She wasn�t used to feeling for someone this
strongly. �I�m a big girl, I�m not
afraid of the dark,� she teased.
Sands quirked an
eyebrow at the big girl line, but
didn�t comment upon it. �Fuck it, I�ll
stay. I can�t think of anything else I�d
rather be doing, there�ll be no one awake to fucking talk to except Jeffrey � and
all we ever do is argue � and you�d be here. Seems like a good enough a reason to stay to
me,� he said with a small shrug and a smile. �Just . . . one thing,� he said, his smile
dissolving into a frown. �In>�I won�t be
here when you wake up tomorrow morning. I promised Jeffrey he could wake up with Sunrise
since they had a fight. But there�s
another thing. I . . . may not always be
the one who wakes up first. Do you
understand? Jeffrey may wake up next to
you, and not me. It�s happened to me
before with Sunrise and the odds
are it�ll happen to you with him. Just .
. . a word of caution.�
She smiled at
him. �I understand. Besides, I�m meeting with several of my
co-stars tomorrow for some very early practice.
Opening night is in two weeks, and we need to be ready. I need to be out of the house at . . . six,�
she yawned.
�Six? As in the morning?� he made a face at that. I got mad because you have no tact, and
because you weren�t letting me play. I was pissed. I probably goaded you on just because I was
furious with you. I bet I was screaming
and cursing up a storm. In the right
state of mind, I don�t like being foiled any more than you do. But if you had tried to stop last night, I
probably would have hunted you down and taken what I wanted.� She brushed some hair out of his eyes. �My body doesn�t hurt, Jeffrey. Rape hurts, it hurts horribly bad, but I�m
fine. The only part of me that hurts is
my toe, and that�s because I stubbed it when I was coming in here to talk to
you. You
didn�t hurt me.� She ducked her head to
meet his eyes, which had transferred to the floor. �Do you believe me, or do we need to prove it? I won�t let you doubt yourself.�
�I want to believe you. . .� he said
softly. He really did, but the doubt
still lingered. The voice�s cutting
words still echoed in his mind.
�Then come into the
bedroom with me, and let me help you prove it.
To you, to me if you have to, to any doubts casting lots for your
sanity.� She ran her hands down his
arms. �Let me help you get rid of these
demons. I love you, Jeffrey, and I�ll
stand by you, and I�ll help you.�
�I love you too
vixen,� he said softly. You always hurt the ones you love. That one was going to linger for awhile; he
could feel it. He tried to push the
words out of his head as he let her pull him to his feet and followed her into
the bedroom, a silent shadow at her elbow.
Salida was a little
worried by how quiet Jeffrey was being, but at least he wasn�t huddled in a
ball on the floor anymore. She had no
idea if what she was about to do would help, but she hoped it would. She had to prove to him that he didn�t always
hurt her.
Sitting on the bed,
she pulled him down beside her, turning slightly so they were facing each other. She gently held his face between her hands,
examining him with solemn eyes. If she
screwed up now, she was screwing them both.
Start slow. . . With that thought in mind, she kissed him
softly, pulling away and returning, time after time, after time.
He didn�t respond
at first; he wouldn�t even touch her.
Pausing in her persuasion, she took his hands and placed them on her
hips, then replaced her own on his face.
�My lover,� she whispered between kisses. �My husband, my Jeffrey. I don�t know what I�d do without you. Without your love. I know you love me, I can tell just by
looking at you. I�ve loved you since we
first met, and you love me now.� He
still wasn�t responding, so she continued her gentle teasing. She�d take all day if she had too. If this was all they did, if they had to take
a week, a month, or ever more, to make him sure of himself again, she�d do
it. �Will you tell me you love me?� she
asked. �I love hearing your voice.�
�I do love you,
vixen. More than anything I�ve ever
known. That�s why this hurts so much,�
he whispered. He wanted to respond to the
attention of his wife � of the woman he loved � but he couldn�t. He felt empty inside. When he had hit the floor in the bathroom the
only emotion he could feel any longer was guilt. Pure, practically overwhelming guilt. Now, the guilt was still there, but it was
tempered with love. But nothing else. He couldn�t feel anything else. It was like all of emotions had been walled
away from him somehow and he didn�t know how to get them back. He couldn�t feel anything but that lingering
guilt and love that had been too strong to leave him completely.
She could feel some
of this. �Do you trust me?� she asked
Jeffrey softly. She had to have his
trust for this to work.
�Yes,� Jeffrey said
without hesitation. �I trust you more than I trust myself.�
�Will you do as I
ask you, even if you think it�s a bad idea for me to ask it? Will you let me trust you, even if you don�t?�
Jeffrey hesit
th
then, because he had absolutely no idea what she had in mind to ask him, but
just looking at her, he could see her desire to help him; her love for him
decided his words for him. �Yes.�
She smiled. �Thank you.�
With that small smile still on her face, she started kissing him
again. She was still completely naked,
but she tried not to make him too aware of that, not if he wasn�t ready
yet. Instead she settled in and waited
for him to respond to her. She wasn�t
asking for a lot � even the voluntary parting of his lips would be enough to
reassure her.
But he didn�t
respond. Not yet. And he could
still feel his love for her. He knew he
should act on it � respond to his obviously willing wife � but it was
difficult. He could have just kissed her
without emotion, but that would have been worse than if he had never kissed her
at all. So he waited, trying to
concentrate on that love and what she was trying to do for him. With a slightly trembling hand, he traced the
line of her jaw ever so gently, hesitating on the still lingering bruise from
where he had hit her the other day, and trying to put it out of mind. Remembering past evils wouldn�t help him now. Then, with almost shy slowness, he sighed into
her neck and placed a butterfly-light kiss on the pulse-point. He held the kiss for the briefest of seconds
before leaning his forehead against her shoulder and holding it there. �I love you, vixen,� he whispered into her
bare skin.
Yes . . .s'> �I love you too, Jeffrey. And I promise to always be here when you need
me. No matter how you need me.� She didn�t
move his face back up to hers for some time.
Instead, she paced herself for him, letting her lips slide over his neck
and shoulders as her hands ran up and down his arms and back.
Just come over here so I can hold you.�
�Alright,� he said,
moving over to her side. Being held didn�t
seem like sa baa bad idea, really. �I
hate fucking fighting with you,� he muttered, moving beside her. He hesitated in such close proximity to her,
seeing that she was clearly naked for the first time, but decided he had had
enough of this emotionless bullshit for one day and took her into his arms
gently, laying his head on her shoulder.
�I�m not too fond
of it myself,� she said. �The fighting I
don�t mind so much, but the aftermath is always messy.� She kissed the top of his head, not trying to
press forward too quickly. �When you�re
ready,� she whispered to him, �I�d like to kiss you.�
�Messy,� he
repeated somewhat incredulously. �That�s
a fucking euphemism if I ever fucking heard one,� he said turning his face up
to look at her. �Kiss me fucking now. I�m
fucking tired of this. I want things to
be back to normal between us. I�m
impatient, remember?� he asked the last with a small smirk. It was a little weak, but it was still a
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There was herer. �Lips it is.� Then she climbed back onto his chest, this
time facing Jeffrey�s feet. Going down
on hands and knees, she took his arousal into her mouth and started bobbing her
head up and down, teasing him with the occasional moan.
�You�re a fucking
tease,� Jeffrey groaned, slightly irritated at her actions but not enough to
get angry. He knew she was playing � he
didn�t like it � but he went along with it for now. He figured it was the last lingering traces of
his guilt, and that did make him
angry. He didn�t like feeling guilty. �I should have fuckinown own you wanted to
play,� he muttered to himself in a slight pout. He didn�t tell her to stop though. Even as she played she was still giving him
the attention he wanted, so he just kept his fucking big mouth shut for a
change.
Stopping for a
moment, she looked at him between their bodies, her face upside down. �Well, you could play too, lover.� Then, not pressuring hi act actually do anything, she returned to her work,
now simply just running her lips over his length and teasing the tip by sucking
on it lightly.
�Oh is that right?�
Jeffrey moaned, managing to put a smirk on his face. �And how does my . . . vixen . . . think I
should play?� He needed to touch her �
touch anything � so he stretched his left arm down his chest and wrapped his
fingers in her hair as it tickled his stomach. �More importantly . . . how do . . . you
expect me . . . to be able to fucking . . . think
straight . . . now, let alone . . . play?� he moaned as her tongue traced a
vein on the underside of his throbbing length.
Well, if he�s not getting any bright ideas .
. . Before Jeffrey could process
what was happening, Salida had spun around and replaced one set of lips with
another. She cried out as he ent
he
her, but it was caused by pleasure. Then
she looked down at Jeffrey from her vantage point and tried to smile
sweetly. �Is this . . . any better,
lover?�
�Oh, oodles,�
Jeffrey gasped out. �Although a little
bit of a warning next time would be greatly fucking appreciated, vixen,� he
said a bit breathlessly.
�Oh, like this?� Salida raised herself up on her knees until
he slipped out of her. �Jeffrey, may I
please �� she didn�t get to finish the sentence.
Jeffrey rolled them
over in a smooth motion so that he was the one who looked down on her now. �May you please what, vixen? Stop being a fucking tease and tell your
increasingly horny and impatient husband what he wants? Why of course you can,� he said with a smirk,
sharing a serious look with her before thrusting into her again with a singular
motion. Once he was inside of her, he
managed to rein himself in and ask, �What did you want, vixen?� Not allowing himself freedom of movement while
he was inside of her was something akin to torture, but he was curious.
�I wanted to fuck
my horny husband,� she gasped, squirming underneath him. It�d been bad enough to hold back once �
having to do so now was making her entire body scream with need. �Oh please, I need you so bad, lover.�
�Oh really? And what makes you think I should give into
you now after the games you played with me earlier?� he drawled, thrusting into
her slowly before pulling out again at the same pace as his body screamed at
him to go faster and lose himself to his desire. �You told me I could play too. Well, what if I�m in the mood to play now?�
She rolled her eyes
and purposely tightened her inner muscles the next time he entered her. Then, with the utmost concentration, she
managed to make them move in a wave.
He growled low in
his throat then at the sensation, giving up all pretense of even being able to
control himself long enough to play and kissed her forcefully. �You, my wicked vixen, are still a tease, but
I fucking love you anyway,� he brought his thrusts up to speed until they were
both grunting from the forceful pleasure of their bodies crashing together.
Salida wrapped her arms and legs around his
body, delighting in his powerful thrusts. This was her overly confident, overly
sexed, overly desirable husband. He was
demanding, ruthless, and single-minded . . . and she loved every bit of it.
Throwing her head
back on the pillow, she cried out as his fingers sought her clit, grinding and
pinching it � anything to make her come.
He must be near his own edge, she thought vacantly, over their mingled
cries. �Harder,� sheadeeaded, needing to feel him rip away her control
entirely.
Jeffrey didn�t
answer her; he just did as she told him to � pounding into her harder and
harder until he could hear the bed creak beneath them. He could feel himself growing a little
light-headed at the sensations coursing their way through his body and it was
with a distant surprise as he felmselmself fall off that inte edg edge to where
bliss and release lie. He let out a long
moan of pure pleasure as he pressed his head against her shoulder and kissed
whatever was beneath his lips lazily as he rode the wave of his orgasm. He dimly felt her achieve her own climax, her
inner muscles squeezing at his now over-sensitized length ruthlessly. It was enough to cause to to moan again
before nuzzling her neck with a happy sigh or relief and pleasure. �I love you vixen,� he said softly, his voice thick and syrupy.
�Mmm . . .� she
moaned, not able to form words yet.
Instead, she squeezed him to her, opening her eyes to look at him
wearily before shutting them again. �Lets
. . . let�s spend a few more hours together, then go look at the house,� she
suggested.
�Sounds like a plan
to me, vixen,� he said lazily. �In>�I wasn�t
planning on moving from this fucking spot for at least that long anyway,� he
said, smiling against her shoulder. �But
I want to see the new fucking house, so that�s fine with me. But right now, I just want to lie like this
and pretend that I never have to move again, savvy?� he murmured, his voice
sounding sleepy.
She nodded,
pressing a soft kiss into his neck. �Nap
time,� she whispered.
�Mm-hmm,� he agreed
softly before falling into a blissful deep sleep in his wife�s arms.
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