Saving Grace | By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Grace and
Sands were sitting on the couch; a movie was on, but neither paid much
attention to it. Each of them found
that they were lost in their own thoughts; however, unlike the night before,
the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.
Sands thought
about Grace and the fact that after a few short days, he had grown so very
accustomed to her…fond of her. There
was a constant war of pros and cons raging in his mind, and just when he felt
he had come up with the right conclusion about her, something else would roll
into his mind.
Why was she so adamant about not calling me
Sands? Why not? None of the others cared…but she’s not like
any of them. Does it matter? Yes.
Why? Fuck! Why can’t I figure that part out?
Grace had been thinking about how
Sands said he was “different” before. Has
he ever loved anyone? Did he leave
someone behind? Her mind got the
best of her…
“Jeffrey?”
“Yeah?” He was grateful that the silence had been broken.
“Have you ever been in a
relationship? I mean, one that was more
than just physical?”
He chuckled to himself. “No, Gracie. The physical works just fine for me.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?”
“You’re forgetting about the bars –
there’s lots of them.”
Grace cleared her throat. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Why?”
Grace felt her face grow
flush. “Just…making conversation. It seems like you might possibly want
someone, but…never mind.”
Sands’ voice grew soft. “Gracie, when I asked you earlier about
whether or not this was all just…a good time, you told me the truth, didn’t
you?”
“Yeah.” She sounded so sure, but inside she was panicking.
“Gracie, please don’t lie.”
“What makes you think I’m lying? I’m on vacation, you’re…intriguing…and an
animal that any woman would want to take to bed…and…” The panic rang out in her voice. Sands put a hand on her face, causing her
rambling to stop.
“I can’t, Gracie. Even if part of me wanted to…” Part of me does…most of me does…and it
shouldn’t! “…I can’t live a normal
life – especially now.”
“Why not? You said yourself that you’d probably have to leave the…”
“Grace…”
“What happened to Gracie?” Her voice sounded small.
“You need to understand that I live
my life alone. Look, I…”
“What was last night to you,
really? Not this morning, last night?
Tell me and I’ll leave this whole
subject alone and we can play the rest of the week out like horny little
rabbits…”
“Gra…”
“Please!” she begged. “If you want to tell me to fuck off, fine,
but…”
“Last night…” Scared the shit out of me. “…was…it felt good, Gracie…” I wasn’t in control…I don’t think it was
solely about the sex. “I’ll admit
that it wasn’t like picking someone out of a crowd, but…”
“No…you don’t have to say anything
else. I just, you know, wanted to make
sure that we were on the same page.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Yeah, well…”
“You’ve been taking care of me,
don’t think that I don’t appreciate that.
Don’t think that after this week I’ll forget about everything you’ve
done for me…but, Gracie, you’re being paid to do it, remember?”
The money doesn’t matter! “Does that make me a whore? Sleeping with you, but being paid off at the
end?”
“Fuck, no! If my life were different, Gracie…but it’s
not, so there’s no use in thinking about it.
We can either spend the next few days like we have been, which both of
us could benefit from, or…”
A frantic knock on the door to the
suite interrupted Sands’ thoughts.
Relishing in a reason to get up, Grace made her way across the
room. She opened the door without
bothering to look through the peephole.
“Jesus, Grace, you are
here,” a man’s voice said.
Sands heard Grace’s breath
catch. “Michael? Wh…what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,
Grace. God, I’ve been worried sick
about you. You aren’t answering your
cell, Cassie’s worried about you too and…”
“How do you know what Cassie is?”
she asked, an eyebrow cocked.
“Welhen hen I couldn’t get a hold
of you, I called her and she told me where you were.”
Grace backed away from
Michael. “I didn’t tell Cassie where I
was going. Nobody knows I’m here. Michael, what the hell are you doing
here?”
Sands picked up on a trace of fear
in Grace’s voice. He wasn’t quite sure
of where he stood with her at the moment, but he knew that he didn’t like what
he was hearing. Unsure of what exactly
to do at the moment, he simply called out, “Everything all right, Gracie?”
Michael took it upon himself to
walk inside the suite.
“I’m Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands,
CIA. You are?”
“Leaving,” Grace said.
Michael was outraged. “The hell I am.”
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