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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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Salida took her time walking home. Part of her wanted
to ignore it, but the more excitable part said that was the call she was
dreading. And if it had anything to do
with Jeffrey, she couldn�t ignore it.
Decision made, she
sprang for the phone. �Hello?�
�Is this Mrs.
Salida Sands�, room 1171?� a woman's voice addressed her.
�Yes,� she said,
hating the tremble in her voice.
�This is Margaret Creagan, the bartender downstairs in the Blue Camel. Your husown own own here drinking himself into
an early grave. I got your number from
the hotel directory assistance. Now
normally I don�t do this, but I think you should get down here as soon as
possible. He�s not in a good way, and he�s
threatened me if I don�t keep refilling his glass.�
Salida silently
groaned and gave thanks that the woman wasn�t already dead. But then again, she had Jeffrey�s knife, and
they weren�t sure where his gun was.
Perhaps Sands had it somewhere. �Thank
you,� she said quietly. �I was just
looking for him. I�ll be down as soon as
I can.� Hanging up, Salida dragged
herself to her feet and went back into the hallway. She took the elevator this time, and when she
got to the lobby, she took a left towards the small bar.
It wasn�t difficult
to locate her husband. He was the only
one in the room besides the bartender.
He was sitting on a stool and nursing a drinkh hih his back towards her. Seeing him like that, her heart broke, and
she knew she�d willingly stay at his side until the choice was taken from her.
On silent feet, she
approached the dejected figure and took a seat.
She didn�t bother saying anything, just looked at the woman who�d called
her and ordered a coke and rum. When it
came to her, she stirred it with the straw, watching the carbonation fizz and
swirl as she waited for Jeffrey to say something.
�That fucking
bartender bitch has got a big fucking mouth,� Jeffrey muttered, knocking back
the rest of his scotch before raising his glass and rattling the ice cubes
within together. The bartender cast
Salida a glance before filling it up all the way to the brim and walking away. Apparently she had learned not to give him
only single shots. He took a large drink
before swiveling on his stool to look at her. �Hello, vixen.�
�I was up in the
room,� she said, eyeing his glass. I can�t let him have any more, she
thought. Meeting his eyes again, she
asked, �What happened?�
�Oh that? Sands and I just had a little . . . disagreement,�
he said with a clear slur tinting his words before ta ano another long drink of
scotch. �The room paid the fucking
price, I�m afraid. You know he�s still
up here,� he tapped his temple. �But I
think he�s fucking drunk,� he said in a stage whisper before laughing softly. �He never could hold his fucking liquor.�
She ignored that as
irrelevant. �What did you have a fight
over?� she asked, watching him closely.
�Eh, I don�t
fucking remember. You probably. I�m the one who fucking tore up the room
though. He just fucking yelled. That�s all he ever fucking does.� He moved to take another drink.
Salida stopped him
before he could. �You�ve had enough,
lover,� she said quietly as he fought her.
�If you really want to hurt me, just keep drinking and acting
indifferent to me. Or if that�s too much
for you to handle, why don�t you just rip my heart out of my chest and tear it
to shreds in front of my eyes? It�d
probably be less painful.�
�All I ever fucking
do is hurt you anymore. If it�s not what
. . . I did last night, then it�s fucking arguing with Sands and fuck knows
what else. Now give me back that fucking
drink. And wan wanted to fucking . . . ignore
you . . . I could have. I�m good at
fucking ignoring . . . other people.�
Even our lives.�
�But . . . but I�m killing him by staying,� she whispered. wea weakening him. I�m causing him pain. Guilt.
And if I die � if he kills me � I
wiave ave caused his death. But I�m not
strong enough to leave.�
Sands slumped down
to the ground and leaned against the wall, the room spinning slightly. She had lousy timing for a fucking
conversation. �You really think that he is? Strong enough to leave you, that is? He isn�t. He can�t. Even if he thinks you might be better off, he
still wouldn�t leave. He�s a selfish
fucking bastard who loves you too much to say goodbye. And so what if you�re causing him pain? Life is pain, sunrise. Love is pain,� he said bitterly.
Salida saw that he
was in no condition to be having this conversation, and moreover, heard the
tone in his voice. She got the feeling
that he was talking from experience, but she also knew it wasn�t her place to
pry. �I�m sorry. I shouldn�t be keeping you from getting some
sleep. I shouldn�t be laying my problems
on you. Go ahead and go to bed. When Aida comes in I�ll make sure to be . . .
civil.�
�I appreciate that,
but if you want to talk about this, now�s the fucking time, sunrise. Jeffrey�s not here and I�m not going anywhere.
Your timing leaves something to be
desired, it�s true, but it�s also probably the best chance you�ll get for me to
actually listen and be honest with you. I�m too fucking drunk not to,� he muttered.
�There�s nothing
left to say, Sands. I saw it in your
eyes at the house. You know we�re all
just riding a train that�s destined for a colossal wreck. Perhaps I�m just struggling to reassure
myself that it�s worth it. After
fighting so long for survival, it�s hard to know that I�m ultimately going to
lose.�
�Well if you
fucking resign yourself to that end, then you�ve already fucking lost, sunrise.� He laughed mirthlessly then. �Aida�s dying, did you know that? She�s got a fucking brain tumor. Right, here,� he jabbed at his forehead. �And if she gives up, she dies. No second chances, no maybes, she just dies. But you know what? She isn�t giving up. Not even when the odds are stacked against
her. So don�t give me some bullshit
about how you�re going to lose. You don�t
fucking know that. s'> But I stick by what I
fucking said. If you give up now then
there�s no point. You�ve already lost.�
�I�m sorry,� Salida
whispered. �I�ll take it that the
prognosis isn�t good. What is she doing
to treat it?� She wanted to get the
topic off her. It didn�t matter what he
said, because she knew he didn�t even
believe what he was saying. He knew how
things were going to end just as surely as she did.
�You�re sorry. Yeah, well doesn�t that just make me feel
better?� he spat. �I don�t know what she�s
doing to treat it. I�m no fucking
doctor.� He leaned back and thumped his
head against the wall. �She refuses to
give up and yet I can�t tell her if it�ll make any difference. I can�t tell her whether or not I�ll still be
around if she ever does beat it because I don�t know. I don�t know if Jeffrey and I will eventually
tear each other apart, I don�t know if you�ll be a part of that, I don�t
fucking know anything anymore.�
�Well, I know I�m a doctor, and I know that
supposedly dead or not, I still know who some of the top oncologists in the US
are.� Salida tried not to let his tone
rile her, but it was hard.
�Then fucking talk
to her about it. Not me,� Sands seethed.
Salida sighed. �Good
night, Sands. Maudlin is one
thing. Dealing with you in a bad mood is
another. I love Jeffrey, so I put up
with his PMSing.
You on the r har hand, I don�t have to deal with you.�
�Oh fuck you,�
Sands said, but there wasn�t any real malice behind it. �Good fuc nig night,� he said, rolling over
onto his hands and knees and beginning to crawl toward his room, having decided
that it was a lot easier than trying to stand again. His pride was screaming at him, but he really
could have cared less. Crawling was
better than making it halfway and then falling on your ass.

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When Aida came back
a few hours later, it was to a quiet and darkened suite. �Hello?� she called softly as she hung up her
light jacket.
�Sands is in his
room,� Salida answered quietly from the couch.
She�d been lying there for hours now, trying to absorb her new knowledge
and lock it away where Jeffrey would never find it. He couldn�t ever know that she doubted the
wisdom of them being together � it would destroy him.
�Why are you lying
here in the dar ��
�If you really want
to know,� Salida interrupted, �you can ask your boyfriend. And you didn�t exactly fucking
stop me.� Jeffrey�s eyes cracked open
and he saw Aida�s face floating in front of him. �Your girlfriend�s here.�
Aida didn�t say
anything, but she did snatch her hands back and scoot away a bit,
simultaneously pulling the blankets up around her.
�Oh don�t fucking
soil yourself. I�m still too fucking
drunk to do anything to you,� Jeffrey muttered. �Where�s vixen? Is she still here?� he asked slowly.
�Hello, spitfire. Sorry about this. Jeffrey had himself a little marathon drinking
session earlier this morning, and I was dragged along for the fucking ride.�
�Oh don�t fucking
say it like it�s my fault. I didn�t hear
you complaining as long as it was good scotch,� Jeffrey pointed out with a
glower. �You didn�t answer my question. Is she still here?�
�She went into her
room. I think I woke her up when I came
in. She certainly didn�t seem to be in a
good mood . . . but then again, that could just be because of me.�
�Fuck. I need to talk to her. You can either stay or come along, but either
way I�m going and I�m consequently taking Sands with me,� Jeffrey said, sitting
up slowly. �That is, if I can mak
th
that far,� he groaned.
Sands placed a hand
to his aching head and turned to Aida. �Come
along. We can all talk. We need to talk. And I think Jeffrey and I will be less
inclined to argue for a change if every loud word makes it fucking feel like
our hea goi going to split open.�
Aida was unsure
about this, but she got up anyway. She
slipped on her robe and took the hand that Sands offered her � at least she
thought it was his. He was right handed. She didn�t understand why she needed to come,
but it was enough that Sands had asked her to.
She got the feeling that it wasn�t something he did very often.
Jeffrey strode over
to his and Salida�s room, dragging Aida unwillingly in tow, and knocked ever so
lightly on the bedroom door, wincing at the noise. �Vixen? It�s me . . . and company. We need to talk.�
She didn�t want to talk. She�d talked enough today and it hadn�t given
her anything more than a headache. But
she wt abt about to deny her husband.
That he was in any mood or condition to talk at all was a miracle. But
does it have to be with company? she wondered, going to the door. Opening it, she slipped through inte
le
living area without letting anyone see into the bedroom. It and the bathroom were still a mess, and
she didn�t want to have to deal with a guilt-ridden Jeffrey at the moment.
�What do you want?�
she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
�To fucking talk,
isn�t that what I said? I want to know
what happened this morning. The last thing
I remember . . . well clearly remember, is leaving the new house.�
s'> �Well isn�t that
fucking ironic,� Sands pointed out wearily. �We need to talk, sunrise. All of us. Maybe that can prevent some of the things we
talked about earlier.�
She didn�t let the
fear that Sands� words caused show. �You
don�t rememberthinthing else, because you decided to go out and get drunk,� she
addressed her husband. �From what Sands
told me, the two of you got in another fight, you make a rather large mess up
here, then went downstairs to the bar.
That�s where I found you. Then I
managed to get you back up here an onto the bed where you promptly passed out.an
an
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Then to both men, she said, �Other than that,
I have nothing to say. Now, if you�ll
excuse me, I still have cleaning to do before I can go to bed.�
�I went out and got
drunk because you fucking brought last night up in my face again. I figured alcohol was better than fucking
freaking out in the bathroom alright?� Jeffrey hisseng hng hng himself annoyed.
�And I�m sorry about the fucking room. You
want me to fucking clean it up, I will. I�m not done talking about this, vixen. We need
to talk about this.�
�I don�t want you
to clean the room, Jeffrey. I don�t mind
doing it. It�s a good distraction. And if you insist on talking, does it really
have to be in front of Grant here?�
Talking was one thing, but Salida loved her privacy, so discussions of a
personal nature should not be carried on in front of a near stranger.
Sands narrowed his
eyes at Salida and squeezed Aida�s hand reassuringly. �I don�t really fucking care about what
problems you and Jeffrey are having right now as long as you don�t fucking drag
me into it, but we do need to talk. All of us. You�re the one who wants Jeffrey and I to
fucking get on; this is me fucking trying.�
Salida narrowed her
eyes then, realizing she�d just been boxed in by her own words. �Fine,� she hissed before taking a deep
breath and trying to calm down. Without
saying another word, she went and sat down in a chair in the living room,
isolating herself from the other three. �If
you�re all the ones that want to talk so badly, feel free to start.�
Jeffrey sighed and
ran a hand across his face before turning to look at Aida and gesturing
magnanimously for her to move ahead of him and take a seat across from Salida. He wanted to sit down next to his wife, but he
knew Sands would want to sit next to Aida as well so he compromised and began
pacing back and forth. �Look, I know you�re
probably fucking tired of hearing me say this, but I�m sorry. I�m sorry I can�t get fucking past what
happened between the two of us. I�m
fucking trying, believ.�
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�Wait,� Salida
said, remembering how Sands had listened to hear earlier. �I�m sorry, alright? This is just a bit uncomfortable, but it�s
not like I�m taking every opening to start a fight, now is it?�
�No, that�s what
Jeffrey and I do,� Sands said with a sigh, slumping back down on the couch. �I know it�s uncomfortable. It�s not exactly a fucking day at the beach
for me either, but you asked me and Jeffrey to try and work things out, and
this is something that I feel needs to be worked out on my end. I love Aida and I want her around. She�s going to be around. But I don�t want her fucking feeling like she�s
underfoot. Now I know that it may seem
like she is, that it may seem like she�s trying to move in and take over, but I
seriously doubt that�s the case. She
said it herself, she doesn�t expect either of you to make things easy for her. All I�m asking, is that you at least try,
alright? And I�ll make a deal with you
and Jeffrey both. As long as you keep
trying to make things right with Aida, I will try to get along with the
annoying bastard in my head,� he said with a smirk.
�Oh lots of love to
you too, asshole,� Jeffrey responded, but the smirk didn�t drop. �Fine, let�s say I try and get along with her
and you. What then? What do I get out of it? Call me a selfish bastard if you want, but I
think it�s a viable question. I play
nice, and you promise not to argue with me. Great. What
I always wanted,� Jeffrey said with a roll of his eyes.
And this is what I meant by repetition. �Sands, I�ve already promised to behave
myself. I�ve promised not to pick
fights. I�ve promised not to make a
fuss. Just what am I needed here for?�
Aida was wondering
the same thing, but didn�t bother saying it.
She was feeling a bit self-conscious at the moment, but she stood her
ground.
�I guess you�re
not. Fine. We�re just one fucked up happy family, right? You�ll get along, she�ll get along. We�ll all get along. Well, except for me and Jeffrey that is. We�ve never got along.�
�You got that
right. And I don�t think you�re fucking
helping anyone here,� Jeffrey said addressing Sands. �If he�s not going to bed I fucking am. I�m still fucking hung-over and I no longer
want to deal with this right now. Vixen,
again, I m sorry. I�m going to keep
fucking saying it until I believe it myself. Aida, as always, a fucking pleasure,� he
addre her her with a half smile. �I
suppose vixen and I had our fun today so I guess I�ll see you in the morning,
wife-mine. Good night.�
Salida felt a jolt
when she didn�t even get the chance to say good-night before her husband
disappeared on her. Feeling just a bit
abandoned, she curled her legs up into the chair and stared at the couple
across from her, feeling very alone all of a sudden. �So, was there anything else you need to talk
to me about,are are we done for the night?�
Aida felt a bit of
sympathy for the other woman as she sat across from them, and broke their
staring contest before Salida could see it.
�Uh, no. Get some sleep, sunrise. We�ll see you in the morning,� Sands said
slowly, not reallyersterstanding why Jeffrey had left so quickly and not liking
the twinge of pity for the woman left in front of him.
A dry laughed escaped
Salida. �That�s a very nice sentiment,
but I�ve still something of a mess to clean up in my room. I won�t be able to sleep until everything
resembles tidy at the very least.�
�Do you want some
help?� The offer from Aida took both
Sands and Salida by surprise.
�Uh . . . no. That�s alright,� she said slowly, watching
Aida as if she expected an ulterior motive for the offer of help. Standing, she slowly walked back to her room,
not turning her back on the couple. Then
the door closed, and the two were left alone.
�Well that was
fucking fun. Sorry about that, spitfire.
I didn�t mean to drag you into anything.
I honestly don�t know what I was trying
to do back there,� Sands said wearily.
She shrugged, and
leaned into him. �It was a nice thought,
but I honestly think things are as good as they�re going to get at the
moment. But I think that Salida at least
might surprise you. She just needs time
to adjust to me being around I think.�
�I know. I suppose I knew that going into it. Maybe I was just feeling self-destructive on
top of fucking hung-over. It doesn�t
really matter,� he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her
closer to him. �So, how was your day?�
he asked, not knowing what he would tell her if she asked the same.
�Let�s see . . . I
had a very nice breakfast, which I could barely afford. Then the four leads spent the entire day
running through the play over and over and over again. And here�s the fun part � and I am serious � we played a different character
each time. It�s to make sure we know all
our cues and such. And it�s fun because
we get to mess around with the props, and be silly, and overact.� There was a smile on her face, but it
eventually faded. �Not that I�ll be able
to do many shows past opening night. I�ll
be too sick to.�
He leaned over and
kissed the top of her head. �Don�t think
about that right now,� he ordered her gently. �I�ll come to your opening night if you like,�
it was more of a statement than a question. �I think I�d like to see whatever I forced
myself to stay awake for done right.�
�Yeah, I�d like you
to come. That�d be nice.� Stretching a bit, Aida yawned and stood. �Take me to bed, tiger, before I fall asleep
right here.�
�If I drop you,
blame the hangover,� he warned lightly before scooping her up into his arms
ca
carrying her to the bedroom slowly. He
managed to not drop her until they had reached his bedroom and then he dropped
her down on the bed without a word. He
looked down at her for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed so
he could take off his shoes and strip down to his boxers. Once he had done that he reached over and
moved back the topsheet, climbing in bed beside her,
nudging her slightly so that she would lift up and move under the covers as
well.
�I wasn�t expecting
you to literally carry me,� she murmured as she managed to tuck herself under
the sheet and against his side in the same move. �But I am
very glad you made it to the bed.� She
wasn�t sure either of them was in the mood for anything other than sleeping at
the moment, so she waited to see where he was going to lead.
�That makes two of
us then,� he said slowly, leaning over slightly to pull her in for a kiss. �I don�t know if I�m sober enough for this, and
I don�t really care. You�re here now and
I want to make the most of you,� he said with a smirk, his hands moving down to
unbutton her pajama shirt.
�Well, I suppose we�ll
find out quickly if you are or not,� she murmured against his lips as she pulled
him down for a kiss.
The kiss turned
passionate fairly quickly, as Sands reveled in the chance to have her in his
arms again. He finished unbuttoning her
shirt and immediately moved his hands underneath it to wrap around her back as
he pulled her even closer and moved a knee between her legs. �Oh I don�t know, I think I�m sober enough to
know a good thing when I see it, and more than sober enough to take advantage
of you,� he said with a smirk before moving to kiss her passionately again,
their tongues warring against each other.
The next time they
broke to catch their breath, Aida asked, �If you�re drunk, then aren�t I the
one taking advantage of you?�
�Hmm, you may have
a point at that,� Sands mused playfully. �Should I have been warned about you?�
�Oh yes,� she said
seriously. �I�m a very dangerous sexual
predator.� With a wicked smile, she
rolled them so she was on top. �I make
my victims beg for mercy before I�m through,� she playfully whispered against
his lips before she started planting kisses over his face and neck.
�A dangerous sexual
predator, hmm? Oh excuse me, a very dangerous sexual predator. I should have known,� he said with a short
laugh as he let her kiss him. �And
excuse me if I say I�ll believe it when I see it that you�re going to make me
beg,� he said with a raised eyebrow, blatantly challenging her.
� �You got to admire
a woman who has the fucking balls to do that to a guy. Especially one she knows is a conscienceless
killer. I do think she�s beginning to
grow on me. Like an annoying fucking
fungus,� Jeffrey commented as he removed the pillow away from his face. �It�s almost fucking worth having to deal with
the consequences of what kitty did to you to see you like this now.�
�Kitty?� Sands
asked with narrowed eyes.
�Yeah, kitty. Aida. Your fucking girlfriend, remember her? The one who just left us both with a vaguely
annoying hard-on?�
�Don�t fucking call
her that,� Sands seethed.
�What, kitty? She needed a nickname. Everyone else has gone one. I thought I was supposed to make her feel
fucking welcome remember? And now that I
know you don�t like it, I�m definitely
going to be using it,� Jeffrey said cheerily, getting out of bed. �Either go back to sleep or whatever but I�m
going to see vixen and then I�ve got some fucking errands to run.�
�I�m going to back
to fucking sleep. And don�t call her kitty,� Sands muttered,
knowing that it was useless but feeling the need to attempt anyway. He sighed and went back to sleep.
�Suit yourself,�
Jeffrey said aloud, pulling on a pair of clean boxers before walking out of
Sands� room and over to his own. He
knocked on the closed door. �Vixen? You awake?�
There was no answer, and Jeffrey wondered if it was because she was
asleep or because she was still mad at him.
Deciding to take
his chances, he slowly opened the door, revealing a straightened room, and
Salida. She was laid out along the foot
of the bed, clutching the pillow from his side of the bed to her face. The TV was on, and he surmised that she�d
fallen asleep watching it.
He picked up the
remote from where it lay beside her hand and turned off the TV before throwing
the remote down on the floor and laying down on the bed next to his wife,
taking her into his arms. If she was
still mad at him, so be it. But for now
all he wanted to do was to hold her.
Salida stirred as
she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and she restlessly turned until she
was facing the warm body, calming when the scent of her lover reached her
nose. She�d slept with Jeffrey�s pillow the night
before, trying to drive away some of the loneliness she�d been feeling, but it
hadn�t worked. Not as well as this.
�Good morning,
vixen,� he whispered, leaning over to her so that their foreheads met. �I�m sorry about yesterday.�
�You left without
saying good-bye,� she whispered, tucking herself against him. �And . . . and it hurt more than it should
have. I missed you more than I should have.�
�I know I did. And I�m sorry. I don�t know why I did it; I just didn�t want
to deal with Sands and kitty any longer. I didn�t mean to hurt you.� He pulled her even tighter against him and
leaned his head down on top of hers to kiss her hair.
�I thought you were
mad at me again,� she confessed. �Like
you were after the night that Tessa came out.
You left me with Sands then too.�
Jeffrey closed his
eyes then, cursing himself for not thinking of that. �I�m not fucking mad at you vixen. Not at all. When I came in here I was convinced that you�d
be fucking livid with me though.�
She shook her
head. �I don�t want to waste time by
being upset. I did enough of that
yesterday, and all it got me was a hung-over husband.�
Jeffrey winced. �Sorry about that too,� he said after a moment
of trying to go over the vague memories he had from the time. �I shouldn�t have fucking done that. I should have fucking talked to you rather
than trying to drown myself in shot after shot of admittedly good scotch.�
�Well, it would
have been hard to talk to me since I wasn�t there. I should have come back with you. I should have been clearer at the house. I should have said I wasn�t over the shock of
meeting Grant yet.�
�Oh don�t worry
about that bullshit. Fine then, we both
have things we regret about yesterday. I
know this is being a bit fucking hypocritical of me, but how about we just get
fucking over it and go on with our day?
So what if you�re not completely over the shock of meeting Miss
Kitty? Who says I am? At least you're not the one who has to
occasionally wake up next to her in the fucking morning,� he grumbled under his
breath. �I�m going to take a
shower. I�ll give you one chance to come
with me before I sling you over my shoulder and take you unwillingly. Oh, you waited too long, looks like it�s the
fucking shoulder for you.� He smirked
and hopped off of the bed before doing just as he said he would and throwing
Salida over his shoulder, headto tto the bathroom.
�Jeffrey!� she
exclaimed, laughing at the same time her hands were pounding lightly on his
back. �Put me down. You�ll hurt yourself.� It was hard to talk while her head was
hanging down and her hair was in her face, but she kept trying to anyway. �I said ��
Jeffrey smacked her
lightly on the rear, then caressed it just to make sure he hadn�t really hurt
her. �Hey, if you�d been a fucking bit
more cooperative, then I wouldn�t have to do this, now would I?�
Salida rolled her
eyes, then decided to take advantage of her position. Going limp, she reached down and pinched her
husband�s ass.
Jeffrey let out a
very undignified yelp in surprise at that, and very nearly dropped her. �That wasn�t very nice vixen,� he muttered
wryly, walking through the bathroom door, and setting her down. �Strip or I�m tossing you in still clothed,�
he ordered, his face completely serious.
She grinned and
crossed her arms over her chest. Very
deliberately, she said, �Make me.�
Jeffrey returned
her grin. �I was so hoping you�d say
that.� Before she could guess his intentions,
or at least time to react to them, he had turned on the hot water, grabbed the
removable showerhead and turned the spray on her. He didn�t get her in the face, but her chest
and waist were now soaked. �Not even
wearing a bra this morning, I see,� Jeffrey drawled, able to see her chest
clearly through her now soaked white t-shirt.
He looked at her for a minute longer before he threw the showerhead back
into the bathtub where it bounced around a little and walked over to his
dripping wife and pulled her close to him, not caring that he got wet in the
process. �Are you going to get into the
shower now, vixen? Or do I have to get
you wet some more?� he asked with a smirk, clearly intending her to hear both
meanings in that sentence.
Salida mock glared
as the once steaming water turned cold in the unheated air. Yet, she was still in a good enough mood to
make the most of her situation. With
slow and teasing intent, she reached down towards the hem of her shirt and just
as slowly pulled the sopping wet piece of clothing over her head. Jeffrey watched as she bared first navel,
then ribs, then breasts as she leaned slightly back to get the shirt over her
head. Shaking her hair back over her
damp shoulders, Salida once again grinned, then threw the shirt at his ogling
face, jumping into the shower and grabbing the shower head. Crowing victoriously, she reached over and
turned the water to cold, spraying her unprepared husband, making sure to soak
his boxers.
�Holy fuck that�s
cold,� Jeffrey yelped, raising up a hand to ward off the cold water
ineffectively before jumping out of the way of the cold spray, being careful
not to slip on the now soaked floor of the bathroom. �Well I�m most certainly fucking awake now,�
he drawled with a shudder, looking down at his soaked boxers and dropping her
sodden shirt to the floor. �Ok, no more
fucking water play for vixen. At least I
used fucking warm water,� he said with a half glare before leaning over to pull
off his boxers, not looking up when she sprayed his head again. Once he had gotten the sopping piece of
clothing off he jumped into the shower with her and closed the shower door
behind him before pressing her against the wall in a forceful kiss. �You have entirely too much fun with that
fucking cold water. Now you�re going to
warm your now fucking freezing husband up,� he said slowly when he had pulled
back to give them both a chance to catch their breath. He didn�t move away from her however, but
held her close, using her body heat to help warm him before reaching over and
turning the water back to warm.
�This from the man
who likes to torture his wife with ice,� she teased, wrapping her arms around
his neck and slowly starting to writhe against him. �You, my dear husband, have a hypocritical streak
running through you.� She saw the
amusement and desire flare in his eyes, and she smiled invitingly, but when he
lowered his head to kiss her, she moved her face away. If he wanted a kiss, he was going to have to
work for it.
�Yes, I don�t
fucking deny that,� Jeffrey agreed, trying to keep the irritation at her
coyness out of his voice. �I like things
my way. I always fucking have and you
more than know that by now. I like to
tease but not to be teased. Yeah, I
think that has fucking hypocrite written all over it,� he said, sounding not
the least bit remorseful. �But then
again, so are you. I fucking know you
want me to kiss you and yet you turn away as if you don�t. And worse yet, you know you can because my
own fucking impatience will eventually work against me and I�ll make you kiss
me anyway. It�s a dilemma, but again, I
don�t really care at the moment,� he said, leaning down to catch a hardened
nipple in his mouth, a hand moving to play with the other. Hin>His other
hand moved down her stomach with pressing forcefulness, before moving to
continue its journey down a thigh.
Salida simply
moaned, knowing he was right, but like him, not particularly caring. It was fun to play.
Trying not to focus
on his attempts to make her cave to him, she turned them a bit so they were
more fully under the spray of the water.
Feeling herself grow even hotter � both from the water and Jeffrey�s
wandering hands � she decided to do her own tormenting. Shying away from the hands climbing her legs,
she slipped one of her own hands between them and started caressing his
hardening arousal. A nearly silent
giggle escaped her as a small shudder ran through her husband�s body, but
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�Something funny
vixen?� he asked dryly, knowing the reason she laughed. �You think it�s funny to fucking torment your
husband. Is that it? Well I suppose I wouldn�t know. I don�t have a husband to torment. I�ve got a beautiful fucking wife whom I love
to torment.� With this he reached down
to slip a hand between her legs and stuck a single long finger into her wet
heat while using his other hand to tilt her head to his and claiming her lips
in a vicious kiss.
Salida cried out
gladly, parting her lips swiftly for her husband�s kiss. Her impatient body swayed towards him, trying
to tempt him to put out the fire burning in her body. �If I say I�m sorry,� she gasped, �will you
just take me already?� Her hands had
moved from his arousal to his hips and were insistently trying to pull him to
her.
�Maybe,� Jeffrey
drawled with a smirk. �Are you sorry,
vixen?� he asked, moving even closer to her, but nothing more than that.
�I certainly am
now,� she breathed. �Please,
husband-mine. I missed you.�
�I missed you too,
vixen,� he said, recapturing her lips in a kiss as he grabbed her by the hips
and braced her against the wall, thrusting into her. When Salida wrapped her legs around his back
and thereby deepened his thrust he moaned softly and began a rhythm of quick
shallow thrusts.
�Jeffrey,� she
whispered over and over, in time with his thrusts, simply enjoying the sound of
his name on her lips. Her hands braced
themselves on his shoulders as her back arched, making him slide into her even
more deeply. She cried out as she
accidentally threw back her head in pleasure and thumped it painfully against
the wall, but she didn't let it stop her.
Jeffrey didn�t stop
his thrusts, but he did look at her seriously. �Are you alright, vixen?� he gasped out,
having heard her pained cry.
She shook her head,
then nodded , then shook it again. �Don�t
stop,� she ordered, trying to move against him.
�I�m so close. Just please don�t
stop.�
�As if I could fucking stop at this point even if
I wanted to. Which I most fucking
definitely do not,� he muttered half
to himself, leaning down to kiss her bared throat as his thrusts increased in
pace even more. He started to gasp with
each one, feeling his own climax drawing nearer. �Definitely not stopping,� he gasped out.
She would have
replied if she hadn�t been concentrating so hard on the delightfully slick
friction between their bodies, both inside of her and outside. Her breath was coming in rough gasps and
leaving in sharp cries. So close, so close, so close, she
thought, the words running through her head in a chant. Then Jeffrey shifted her in his arms a bit,
and she was suddenly coming. Her scream
died off into a harsh moan as her lungs convulsed along with the rest of her
body, and she clung to Jeffrey, panting as she tried to catch her breath and
come down from her high simultaneously.
It didn�t take him
long to follow his wife into orgasm, and he came with a moan vaguely resembling
�vixen.� He buried his face in her neck
and began kissing her madly. He wasn�t
kissing to arouse as their needs had already been met, but just for the pure
sensation. �I love you, vixen,� he
whispered against he wet skin before starting to lick the water droplets off of
her neck and shoulder with halting slowness.
�Love you too,� she
murmured at the same time that she moved away from his questing mouth. Her entire body was incredibly sensitive at
the moment, and his caresses were becoming just a bit uncomfortable.
�Vixen?� he
queried, feeling her move away and frowning a bit in confusion.
�Too much,� she
whispered. �I�m so completely and
utterly satisfied that any more attention is going to make my skin burst open
as I melt into a puddle of infatuated goo.�
��A puddle of
infatuated goo,�� he repeated wryly, raising an eyebrow. �Really? Well, as fucking interesting as seeing that would
be, I imagine getting a . . . puddle of infatuated goo to return my affections
might be a bit difficult, so have it your way then.�
She nodded,
indicating that she was done, then asked in a sweet voice that was intended to
mock him a bit, �My dearest husband and light of my life, at what time can I
expect your luminescent presence in my life again?�
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes and turned off the water before turning to push open the shower door and
stepping out. �Cut the bullshit, vixen,�
he said sweetly. �I�ll be home when I�m
finished,� he smirked and walked over to the towel rack and grabbed a fresh
one, throwing it in her direction. �I�ve
got plans for tonight so I�ll definitely be home before then. As for what time? I�m not sure. I�ll try and make it as quick as I if yif you
want, but no promises.� He grabbed
another towel and began drying himself off as he waited for her response to
that.
She pouted, then
sighed. �Don't hurry yourself for
me. I do have some reading I want to catch up on. And I should start picking up things around
here so we�re ready to move.� Stepping
out of the shower, she started drying herself, drifting into the bedroom as she
did so, leaving wet footprints behind her.
�Alright. es'> But just so you know, we are going out tonight. That�s
all I�m telling you and the only reason I�m doing that is so you don�t do
something fucking foolish like decide to call it an early night, savvy? And don�t worry about clothes either. I�ll take care of that and I�ll be home with
more than fuckenouenough time for you to get ready.�
Salida looked at
him with a raised eyebrow, but nodded, absentmindedly getting dressed as she
wondered what he was up to. Since she
was going t stu stuck around the house, she put on sweats and a t-shirt, not
bothering with a bra. Turning suddenly,
she asked, �Don�t I even get a hint? A
small one?�
�No,� Jeffrey said
without hesitation. �That�s the whole
point of a surprise, vixen.� He smirked
and finished drying himself off, hanging the wet towel up next to where she had
put hers. He padded into the bedroom
behind her and began to get dressed himself pulling on a pair of jeans and the �I�m
with stupid� shirt she had gotten for him. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite
items of clothing.
�But �� she
protested, coming over to sit on his lap as he was tying his shoes. �But I�ve never had a surprise before � not a
real one � and I thine sue suspense
might kill me.� She pouted.
�Aww, you�re tough
vixen, I promise, you�ll be fine,� he said with a smug smirk. �It�s going to fucking take a hell of a lot
more than that to convince me to tell you, and even then I probably won�t.� He smirked and bounced her a little in his lap
just because he could.
Sighing, she rolled
onto the bed. �Fine. Leave me alone to wonder, you brute. Don�t be surprised to find me sitting in a
chair later, dead as a doornail with smoke still escaping from my ears.�
�I suppose I�ll
just have to take my chances,� Jeffrey said dryly, standing up and grabbing his
cigarettes, lighter and knife off of the nightstand and putting them into their
proper places on his person. His/Sands�
wallet was probably in Sands� room so he�d grab that on the way out.
�Promise me you won�t
call from jail or while you�re on the lam?� she asked, eyeihe khe knife. Then something occurred to her and she sat
bolt upright. �We never did anything
with the body.� The thought that Todd
might have been found and Jeffrey might be in danger put a dagger of ice
through her heart.
�Oh fuck,� Jeffrey
said, running a hand across his face. �Alright,
I guess I have to make one more fucking errand today then. Don�t worry about it, vixen. I have no plans on getting fucking caught. Especially not for the murder of someone like
him.�
She nodded, then
got up and came over to him, wrapping her arms around him. �Just make sure you don�t, or I�ll make you
regret it, lover.� With that, she kissed
him on the cheek and shoved him towards the door. �See you later?�
�You better fucking
believe it vixen,� he called over his shoulder. �I�ve got big plans for you tonight.� With that he left the bedroom, made a quick
stop to retrieve his and Sands� wallet, and was out the door.
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