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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
o>
ourselves. On with the story.

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�Wake up you bastard and help me,� Jeffrey said irritably as
he pulled Todd�s body up the stairs of the root cellar.
�And how exactly do
you expect me to do that? It�s not like I can give you a hand or anything. And it looks like you�re doing just fine on
your own,� Sands said with a smirk.
�Oh fuck you. You know if you had fucking did this last
night we wouldn�t have to be worrying about it now,� Jeffrey said as he finally
made it up the stairs. He was fucking
grateful Todd wasn�t a big man or he would have been here all day in this heat.
�At least vixen wrapped him. I don�t even fucking want to know what he
looks like under this tarp in this fucking oppressive heat.�
�That makes two of
us,� Sands agreed with a nod. �Come on,
let�s get this bastard into his car and get the fuck out of here before someone
sees us and we�re stuck moving two bodies instead of just one.�
Jeffrey didn�t
respond to that but felt the same. Fortunately they made it to Todd�s car and put
him in the trunk without arousing suspicion. �Head somewhere fucking remote. I don�t feel like driving, and you drive
fucking faster than me anyway. Just don�t get uskingking pulled over.�
�Yeah, no shit,�
Sands said with a roll of his eyes, getting into Todd�s battered old Buick with
something like fascination. Jeffrey got a cab to take them back into town,
preparing himself to do some serious shopping.
�What�s this all
about anyway? If you�re fucking going
out tonight with sunrise I�ll have to tell spitfire,� Sands pointed out.
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes and kept his voice low in case the cab driver was listening. �Don�t fucking worry about kitty. You had your days. Tonight is mine. I plan to take vixen out and there�s nothing
you can fucking do about it.�
�Fine whatever,�
Sands said with a sigh, knowing it would be pointless to argue. �As long as I�m able to at least see spitfire
today you can have your night.�
�You�re damn right
I can have my night,� Jeffrey responded automatically before waving a hand in
dismissal. �Don�t worry,
you�ll get to see your precious kitty today.�
�Why do you fucking
call her that anyway?� Sands asked with a frown.
Jeffrey shrugged. �I don�t know. It just seemed to stick. Why do you call her spitfire?�
�For the same
reasons you call sunrise vixen, I imagine,� Sands responded.
�Are you talking to
me?� the taxi driver asked.
�Do we look like we�re
talking to you?� Jeffrey responded shortly.
�Well you must be
talking to me because there�s no one else here,� the taxi driver responded.
�You�d think that,
wouldn�t you?� Jeffrey asked with a smirk into the rearview mirror. �What would you say if I told you I�m talking
to another person within my own head?�
�Jeffrey don�t ��
Sands started.
�No, I want to
know,� Jeffrey said, cutting him off. �So,
what would you say to that?� he addressed the cab driver.
�I�d say you must
never get lonely always having someon tal talk to like that,� the driver
responded.
The rest of the
ride passed in dumbfounded silence.

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�So just what are you out looking for anyway?� Sands asked
when he saw that the cab driver had dropped them off in what looked to be one
of New Orleans� fancier shopping
districts.
�I know I�m going
to fucking regret this later, but I need your help,�" Jeffrey muttered
under his breath before he had paid the cabbie and sent him on his way.
�Excuse me, you
what?� Sands asked, not thinking he heard him correctly.
�Fuck you mak making me repeat myself, you bastard,� Jeffrey
grumbled. �I said I need your fucking
help alright? What the fuck do I know
about fancy fucking clothes?�
�Let me get this
straight. You�re asking me to help you?� Sands repeated incredulously.
�Yeah, what are
you, fucking deaf? I need help picking
out a suit tonight and a dress for vixen. I don�t know shit about getting dressed up, so
I thought I�d fucking ask you since out of the two of us, you�re the snob who�d
know about that kind of fucking stuff, alright?�
�Fine, I�ll fucking
help you. What else am I fucking going
to do today?� he muttered to himself. s'> �Head
into that store right there,� he said, pointing out the large Brook�s Brothers
a block away. �That�s where you�ll find
your suit.� Sands looked down at what
Jeffrey had chosen to wear today and sighed. �Well, I must say you are a man who knows his own mind; who knows what he wants. Now, what shirt were you planning on wearing tonight?
Would you like the cufflinks to match your shirt or tie? Or would you prefer onyx to match the suit
itself?�
�I�d prefer the
red, but it�s not up to me,� Jeffrey said with a wink. He truly liked this man.
�Onyx cufflinks
will be fine. That way if h-I don�t end
up wearing the red they�ll still match,� Sands said, trying not to laugh at
Jeffrey�s behavior and silently cursing his continued slip up of referring to
himself/Jeffrey as another person in public. He was out of practice with it since the only
people he really talked to � spitfire and sunrise � knew about Jeffrey.
�Alright.� Blakenly pulled oa paa pair of plain black cufflinks. �Are these something like what you had in mind?� Jeffrey nodded, and the man placed them to
the side. �Is there anything else I can
get you?�
�I�d also like
these,� Jeffrey set the shoes and the ties on the counter, �and the shirts
obviously, but I�ll pick them up when the suit is done.�an
an
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He frowned thoughtfully. �I don�t suppose you could direct me to a
store where I could do some shopping for women�s clothing as well? Dresses and the like? I also want to get her some f . . . jewelry,�
Jeffrey said absently, going over just what he had in mind and hoping that this
helpful man would be able to do something about it.
�Let me think. I believe there is a boutique a few streets
over named Christie�s. They specialize
in evening wear for ladies I believe.
And if they don�t have jewelry, then they�ll certainly know where to
direct you. As for your suit, it�ll be
ready by four o�clock at the latest.�
�Thank you for your
help,� Jeffrey said, going as far as to stick out a hand for the man to shake
it.
He did, willingly. �I hope that if you require suits in the
future, that you�ll come back and do business with us.�
�Oh you can count
on it. Who knows, maybe I�ll even dress
up next time so I won�t cause any . . . problems,� he said, not saying what he
wanted to say about Blakenly�s wife out of respect
for the helpful man. �So, sorry if this
is a bit . . . of me, bu I p I pay for all of this now, or when I pick up the
suits?�
�Whichever is most
convenient for you, Mr. Sands.�
�Call me Jeffrey,�
Jeffrey said absently, reaching around to pull out his wallet. �I�ll pay now. I�m sure everything will be fine, and I may as
well get it over with now while you�re here.� He pulled out a credit card and laid it on the
counter. He then gave up control to
Sands briefly so he could sign the receipt. In one of the few times he had actually been
curious about the differences between them, he had noticed a marked change in
their handwriting. That probably had
something to do with the fact that he was left-handed and Sands was right, but
it was enough to cause problems should someone pay enough attention to his
signature and Sands� on the back of the credit card.
�It�s been a
pleasure, Jeffrey,� Blakenly murmured as heckeecked
the receipt against the credit card. Handing
it back, he actually apologized. s'> �Policy
I�maid,aid,� he said in reference to the check.
�Your suit will be waiting for you this afternoon. Good luck with the rest of your shopping.�
�Thank you again.� With a nod in the man�s direction, Jeffrey
turned and made his way out of the store.

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Jeffrey gaped a little as he walked
into the boutique Mr. Blakenly had recommended. He didn�t think he�d evern inn in a fancier
store in all his life, Brooks Brothers included. The store was well-lit and brightly colored in
what he supposed were tasteful tones. In
truth, he couldn�t have cared less. As
long as they had the dress he had in mind for Salida, that
was good enough for him.
�Hello. I�m Christie.� A woman with short black hand gnd glasses �
ones obviously present for fashion purposes � appeared from the back as the
bell over the door rang. She was dressed
in what Jeffrey managed to immediately identify as her own creations, and while
the decor spoke of old money and very classic taste, the woman in front of him
managed to offset that enough that he felt a bit more comfortable.
�Christie� paused
in front of him, as if measuring his interest and reason for being here. �And if I�m not mistaken, you�re here to shop
for a significant other. You don�t seem
to be the type to cross-dress.�
�I wouldn�t put it
past him,� Sands jibed under his breath good-naturedly.
Jeffrey laughed at
her words, ignoring Sands� comment. �No,
you�re definitely right about that. I�d
never manage in high heels. I don�t have
the fucking balance. Er, excuse the
language,� he commented, watching her carefully to see if she was offended. �I�m here shopping for my wife.�
�Ah, for what sort
of occasion?� Christie asked, getting down to business. �Or do you have some idea of what you want?�
�Just a fancy
dinner tonight, maybe dancing. I don�t
know. It�s up to her. And yeah, I do have something in mind,�
Jeffrey said with a smirk.
�Really?� Sands
asked in surprise, forgetting himself.
�I mean, you must
have a lot of guys coming through not knowing what they want. I really do,� Jeffrey tried to cover up,
cursing Sands silently. s'> He had stayed
fucking silent while buying a suit; the least Sands could do was the same. �I�d like a long evening gown. Nothing too fancy, in . . . blue. I�ll have to see a few shades before I know
which one I want though.�
�Okay, lemme think.� The
woman stared at the floor blankly for a few moments before looking up. �I�ve got three just blue dresses at the moment.
Two floor-length � one silk, one satin detailed
with sequins � and one cocktail. Which basically means it has a fitted bodice and a flared skirt
that ends just above the knee.
Then I�ve also got two others that have colored
embroideries on them. One with gold, the
other with black. Would you like to see
them all, or just the ones that are plain blue?�
�Uh, hold on, let
me think a moment,� Jeffrey said with a bit of a laugh. �I can honestly say I�ve never bought a dress
before in my life so you�ll have to bear with me. Ok, I want a just plain blue dress � there
doesn�t have to be anything else on it � sleeveless, and in silk or satin. As for the length, can I see a few different
ones?�
�Certainly. Please, have a seat.� Christie gestured towards a burgundy colored
couch, then buzzed around the smallish shop,
collecting the dresses she wanted.
Returning a few moments later, she said, �I was wrong. I had another blue dress. Some socialite said she wanted it, but never
came back for it. First come, first
served I�m afraid. Now,� with deft
flicks of her wrists, she threw the dresses over several nearby stands. �These are all either silk or satin. There�s little difference between them other
than color, material, and a few odd alterations. They all have low backs and somewhat modest
necklines. This one,� she held up a
midnight blue dress, �this one is the longest.
It�s got a slit up the side,� she turned it to show what she was talking
about, �to allow for better mobility. It
has ties for sleeves, and there�s no worrying about a zipper. Just make sure you tie it tightly, otherwise
she might end up giving an unintentional peep show.� She smiled, and moved onto the next dress,
that was a light, powder blue. �This one
ends a few inches below the knee, has a bit of a slit in the back, and is
rather form-fitting. Think the girl in �Raiders
of the lost Ark� and the dress
she was wearing during the third act, and you�ll be
close to how it�ll hang on your wife�s body.
This one I would recommend for someone on the petite side, just because
it�ll look more flattering. Fastens by a
zipper in the back. And lastly, this is
the cocktail dress.� Tone one was sapphire
blue. �It�s satin, not silk, so it�s
just a bit more substantial. Again, low
back, scoop front. The straps are almost
off the shoulder, but not quite. It ends
oh, two to three inches above the knee.
There�s two buttons in the back as the closure.�
Jeffrey looked from
dress to dress, trying to imagine how Salida would look in each. He liked the
longest for the tantalizing high slit up the side, and the possibility of a
peep show was always appreciated. The
tight one had its own appeal for somewhat similar reasons. But he liked the cocktail dress too. Fuck it.
How the fuck am I supposed to decide?
�I�ll take them all,� he said at last. �I like them all, and I think I�ll let her
decide between them. I can always return
one or two of them, right?�
�Well, normally I
don�t allow returns, simply because these are all my own creation. But . . .� she paused. �But if you return them with all the tags, and without a stain on them, then yes, I�ll take two
of them back. But if I find even a spot,
I�m afraid I won�t be able to give a refund.�
She shrugged. �I�m a self-run
business, other than my two seamstresses.
I can�t afford to be taking things back all the time.�
He waved a hand in
dismissal. �Don�t worry about that. If I can�t return them, so be it. I�ll just have an excuse to take my wife out
more often to show off all the new dresses. Not that I need an excuse, really.� He hesitated and looked at the dresses. �I suppose . . . I�m going to need other
things besides just the dresses. I had
planned on getting her some jewelry, but I�m probably going to need more than
that, right?� he asked, thinking back on how much he had had to buy with the
suits.
�Well, that depends
on how much she already has. With
several of these, she�ll probably need stockings. Possibly hair accessories, depending on
whether you�d like to see her with her hair up or down. The nights can still get chilly occasionally,
so perhaps a wrap, or shawl to cover her shoulders. And we have all of that, but you�ll need to
go elsewhere for jewelry. But luckily
for you, there�s a jewelry store right next door.�
�Thank God,�
Jeffrey muttered under his breath, a little floored about all the things that
would be expected to go with this. He
had just intended to buy her the dress and some jewelry, nothing more.
�She�ll need
everything but stockings,� Sands interjected. While he was nearly as shocked as Jeffrey was
at the amount they had to purchase, he hid it better. �What do you recommend I look at first?�
�Well, if you trust my judgment, I can go
ahead and just show you what I think will go with the dresses the best. Since they�re all blue, that cuts down on
what you�ll need. And like
I said, you�ll need to make a decision about hair. With the longest one and the cocktail, I�d
suggest wearing hair up, but with the mid-length one, I�d go for down. It�d give it more of a 20�s glamour type
impression. And the best accessory for
both hair-styles would be combs. You can
do pretty much anything with them.�
�Combs? What kind of combs?� Jeffrey asked with a
slight frown, not understanding how something as small as a comb could hold all
of vixen�s hair up.
�Here, let me show
you.� Leading Jeffrey to a small,
glassed in curio cabinet in the back, Christie pulled o pai pair of combs. They were about three inches across and six
long. �Basically, the principal is the
same as fixing your hair with a pair of pens, or chopsticks. You can use these to pull long hair up into a
chignon, or a smaller pair,� she pulled out a pair that were about 3x3, �to
pull sections of hair back. Like so.� She quickly demonstrated how these would pull
hair back in the front and leave the back to hang free.
�Oh,� Sands and
Jeffrey said together. Jeffrey
continued. �Yeah, I guess I�ll take some
of those then,� he said with a bit of a laugh. �Not that I�d be able to help her with them,
but I�m sure she�ll appreciate them. What
else?�
�A shawl, or a
wrap, and you�ll be set to go.� Reaching
towards a nearby rack, the woman pulled a length of blue fabric free. �This is watermarked silk.� Holding it between her outstretched arms,
Christie showed off the distinctive pattern and the fringe along the ends. �I�d recommend this one, just because it
matches all three of the dresses. There�s
no sense in buying more than one if one works for all. But I also have one of black velvet that
would be a bit heavier, if not as pretty.�
�I�ll take that
one. The silk. Unfortunately, my wife is one that adheres to
the �waste not, want not,� philosophy. She
won�t be happy that I bought all three of the dresses as it is. She�ll make me return one on principle even
though she may love it.� He shrugged.
Christie
shrugged. �Look at it this way; she�ll
never waste money except on what�s needed.
And she�ll be easier to shop for if she only ever buys what she
needs. Most men pray that shopping for
their wives would be that easy.�
�Most men don�t
have more money than they know what to do with,� Jeffrey returned. �But I suppose you�re right. Is that it?� He paused as something occurred to him. �Wait, what about shoes? Do you sell shoes here?�
�No. But I find it hard to believe that your wife
doesn�t have a pair of black shoes � that�s what Iecomecommend with these. But if you�re determined to get her shoes,
there�s a shop around the corner. Just
make sure you know what size she wears, and then a good rule of thumb is to
choose a shoe half a size up if they�ve got an extreme point on them.� Christie gathered Jeffrey�s purchases and
brought them over the counter. She rang
them up, then carefully folded them and packed them away in tissue and boxes. �Would you like to take these with you, or
have them sent to your residence? You
can send a note with them if you like.�
�I�ve got other
things to take back so sending them home would be the best idea,� Jeffrey said
with a nod, trying to keep straight where he had to go next. Jewelry, and then
shoes. Got it.
�Ok, then I�ll need
your address. And like I said, feel free
to include a note. Or would you rather
call?�
�I�d rather send a
note, it�d be more fun and mysterious,� he said with a wink, �but I�d better
call or she�ll open the boxes as soon as they get there and I don�t want that. My address is the Weeping Heron Hotel on Rue
Oleander, room 1171. Do you have a phone
I could use?�
�Yeah.� Christie paused in her writing to pull a
phone up from underneath the counter. �Here
you are.�
He dialed home,
thankful when Christie gave him some privacy. �Vixen? It�s me . . . er, us. Whatever,� he said when
she picked up the phone.
�Hello sunrise,�
Sands added as an afterthought.
�Sorry, I can�t
speak right now. I�m too busy trying to
key miy mind off what you�re doing. At
least when Sands is out by himself, I don�t obsess. Of course, I don�t care either. No offense,� she added.
�None taken,� Sands
said with a short laugh.
�Well this isn�t
going to fucking help any, vixen. I�m
having a package delivered. And you are
to not, I
fucking repeat, not open it until I
get there. If you do, then you�ll be
punished. And I can guarantee that you
won�t like the punishment. Savvy?�
�Lover,� she whined. �If you�re going to be that way, why not just
deliver it to the front desk with orders that I�m not to touch it? Or do you enjoy torturing me?�
�I do actually,�
Jeffrey said with a smirk he was somewhat glad she couldn�t see. �I don�t fucking trust all this with the front
desk, otherwise I would. Sorry, vixen. You�re a big girl. You�ll manage. I�m making you wait because I want to see you
when you open it. Do you understand?�
�Yes,� she muttered
petulantly. �But I don�t like it.�
�That�s my wife. Don�t worry, you will,� Jeffrey said smugly. �So I did,� Jeffrey
muttered back. �Don�t worry, your
precious kitty will be well looked after by my vixen if we�re late. That is, as long as they don�t kill each
other. . .� Jeffrey suddenly felt the urge to run home as quickly as
possible. He and Sands repeated the
paying ritual and he was out the door and headed back where he had started.

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He entered Brooks Brothers again and made his way straight
for the main desk, not bothering to look up to see if the bitch was wandering
about, ready to pounce on him again. He
was thankfully greeted by Mr. Blakenly�s kind face.
�Ah, Jeffrey. Just in time.
Your suit is being boxed as we speak.�
The man got several other boxes from underneath the counter. These contained the other shirts, the ties,
the shoes, and the cufflinks. A young
man appeared by his side with another box, disappearing as soon as he�d handed
it over. �As promised, done before four o�clock, and your other suits will be
ready for pick-up tomorrow after two.�
Jeffrey looked over
the sea of boxes with something like surprise.
He hadn�t really believed that there would be so many.
�Thank you. It�s no less than I expected. I don�t suppose I could trouble you to call
me a cab?� Sands asked with a smile.
�It�s a lot for one person to carry.�
�Not at all.� The call was easily made, and Blakenly turned back to his customer. �I trust the rest of your shopping went
well?�
�Very. Jeffrey sighed. �Vixen,
this isn�t fucking about me. This is
about you. I wanted to do all of this for you, not me. You think I�d honestly spend the day traipsing
around the fucking city shopping for myself? I don�t fucking think so. But if you don�t want to open any of them
right now, that�s alright. I made dinner reservations for 8:30 tonight. You�ve got until however long it�ll take for
you to get ready to go to dinner to look through the boxes. Also, you could look through the boxes I got
for myself as well. They should be
coming up soon. I couldn�t fucking carry them all by myself so I had to get a fucking
bellhop to do it. And if you do decide to open one of your boxes,
open whichever one you like. I�ve got more for you
besides those as well. They�ll be coming
up with my boxes.�
�Wait.� Salida could tell he was getting
fed up and ready to give in to Sands.
Wrapping her hands in his shirt, she pulled him down for a gentle
kiss. Pulling away a bit, she whispered,
�I really am sorry, and I do want to open something if it�ll make you
happy. I . . . I just don't know where
to start. There�s so many.�
She looked up at him with wide eyes, then let
her head roll back in frustration as a knock came at the door. �Those would be the rest of the boxes I take
it?�
�Either that, or it�s
the police come to take me away,� he joked softly, kissing her on the forehead.
He then led her over to the door, behind
which the bellhop was waiting. Between
the two of them, they managed to carry all the boxes into the hotel room and
set them on the ground beside the other ones. Jeffret tet the bags with the jewelry and
shoes on top of the lot. �Do you
understand that I want you to open one of the boxes to make you happy? Not me?� he asked with a slight sigh. �I don�t really care what fucking box you
pick. Just know that the boxes with the
funny little sheep icon on them are mine, and the ones with ribbons and girly
names on them are yours, savvy?�
Salida knew Jeffrey
was getting a bit frustrated with her, so she decided just to shut up. He�d been in such a good mood, and she�d
ruined it. Reaching for the smallest
bag, she looked inside it, her eyes widening at the small jewelry boxes
inside. Uhn-uh, she thought, slowly setting it back down. She then picked up the next smallest box,
cautiously shaking it a bit. She thought
it might be shoes, but she wasn�t sure.
Setting down the box anyway, she decided to open one of Jeffrey�s and
then one of hers. She just had to figure
out which ones.
Jeffrey watched
with some amusement as she sorted through boxes, finally setting aside one of
hers and one of his. She glanced up at
him for reassurance before lifting the lid.
The box she�d
chosen had his shirts and ties inside it.
She fingered them softly, a real smile finally appearing as she
discovered they were silk. �Lemme guess,
Sands picked them out.�
�You must be
fucking psychic,� Jeffrey said with a roll of his eyes and a grin. �I was fucking lost in that store. Between some bitch giving me trouble to not
knowing the first thing about suits, it was . . . interesting to say the least.
I met the manager though. He seemed like an alright
guy. He was married to the bitch,� he
said with an incredulous laugh, still not fully understanding it himself. �Do you like them at least, vixen? I fucking hope so. Because you get to choose what I wear tonight.
Not me.�
She looked at him
for a moment, as if she wasn�t sure he�d just said that, then
shook her head, dismissing her thoughts.
Moving on to the
box with some of her things in it, she opened it very slowly, freezing when she
saw what was inside. Jeffrey leaned over
to see what she was looking at: it was the silk shawl and the two pairs of
silver combs. He hadn�t noticed the blue
forget-me-nots painted at the top before, but he had to admit that it was a
nice touch.
He watched as his
wife reached out to stoke the soft material with a hand that trembled, but when
several minutes went by without her saying anything, he tilted his head to look her.her. There were tears running from
her eyes.
�Fuck, don�t cry
vixen. It�s only the first box,� he
reached over and pulled out a silk handkerchief that Sands kept in a back
pocket and handed it to her. �I haven�t
got another handkerchief. If you�re
going to fucking cry for every one,� he looked at the number of boxes, �then I�m
in trouble,� he said with a small smile. �I take it that means you like them?�
She nodded and
leaned into him, sniffing as his arms went around her. �You shouldn�t use silk as a handkerchief . .
. it doesn�t absorb as well as cotton would.�
�Don�t fucking tell
me that, tell him. I�m not the one with
the obsession with silk,� he said with a soft laugh, moving her head into his
shoulder and just holding her tightly. �Are
you alright, vixen? Because like you
said, there�s a lot more boxes to open, and seeing as
I don�t have a cotton handkerchief. . .� he trailed off with a smile before
just finally shutting up and holding her.
She shook her head
and sighed. �You really should let Sands
have some time with Aida. It�s getting
close to five. But if I could have you
back at seven to wade through the rest of these, that�d be nice.�
Jeffrey sighed, and
pulled away from her. �You�re definitely
more fucking generous than I am. Fine. I�ll give Sands and kitty some time. And I will
be back at seven, vixen. We�re not done
with all of this yet,� he said with a smirk and a wink before pulling her in
for a passionate kiss. Once he had
pulled away, leaving them both slightly gasping for breath, he smiled again and
spoke softly, �Until later, vixen.� He
pulled away then and after a moment, it was Sands who was staring back at her.
Sands just watched
her for a moment, making Salida uncomfortable enough to look away. �Jeffrey�s threatening to be back in two
hours. You should stop wasting time staring
at me and go make the most of it.�
Sands didn�t have
to be told twice. He got up with one
last look in Salida�s direction, and headed back to his room where he knew Aida
was waiting. He poked his head into the
door and saw her sitting on the bed. �Hello,
spitfire.�
She grinned at him.
�I hope you�re not planning revenge for
earlier. I�m too tired to even
contemplate a rematch.�
He moved in and sat
down next to her on the bed. �That was a
dirty trick you pulled, and I will
get you back for it, but fine. I can
wait. Not for long � I�m not a patient
man by nature � but for now. He reached
a hand over to her face and tucked a few errant curls behind one of her ears. �How are you?� he asked softly.
Her grin faded a
bit. �I�ve got a bit of a headache,� she
admitted. �It�s nothing to worry about �
a dose of Advil should take care of it � but I didn�t really know where to look
for any. Not to mention I was only here
ten minutes before you and Jeffrey came home.�
�I could go out and
get you some if you like. I don�t know
that we keep anything like that here considering that this is just basically a
hotel room,� he thought for a minute before speaking again. �Was there anywhere you wanted to go tonight? It�s fairly early, I know, but I�ve only got two hours until Jeffrey and Salida�s date night. After that, you�ll have to be on your own, I�m
afraid,� he said with a sigh, hating to leave her alone even for just an
evening.
�I�ll be fine on my
own, Sands.�" She hit him gently on
the shoulder. �I�m a big girl,
remember? Used to endless nights on my
own. And while I love having you with
me, I�m still not convinced this isn�t all a dream. As for food?
I�m not really hungry. I had a
big salad for lunch. And we could ask
Salida if she�s got any Advil.� Smiling
wryly, she added, �After all, the woman practically offered to be my nurse.�
�Yeahah. ah. So sue me for fucking worrying,� he said
wryly. �And what do you mean sunrise
offered to be your fucking nurse?� Sands asked, a wave of suspicion immediately
going through him. �What the hell did
you and she talk about while we were gone? And do you really think that�s a good idea? I mean, I was under the impression that you
two didn�t get along?� he asked, clearly confused now.
�Well . . . we don�t. But we don�t exactly not get along either. I
think she was just trying to relieve some boredom. And I can understand why she�d be bored. Does she do anything all day except wait to
be with her husband? That�d wear on
anyone.� She shook her head, �But that�s
a debate for another time. If we�ve got got a few hours, then lets spend them
together. Let�s find a really bad movie
to watch, then mock it ruthlessly.� She
grinned temptingly. �I heard Wayne�s
World is going to be on. If there�s
a movie more deserving of harassment, I don�t know what it is.�
Sands quirked an
eyebrow at that, deciding to put the information he had learned about Salida to
the side for the moment. He had more
pressing things on his mind; like spending time with Aida. �I couldn't say. I�ve never seen it,� he said with a small
shrug and a smirk.
�You�ll hate it,�
she assured him with a smile. �I can�t
see it being your type of humor at all. But that�s why it�s fun to roast it.� Walking across the bed on her knees, Aida
grabbed the remote from the drawer next to Sands� side of the bed and started
flipping through channels. As she did,
she grabbed the pillows and threw them to the foot of the bed, plopping down
on them heavily.
�You�re hogging all
the pillows,� Sands accused with an amused smile.
�I suppose you�ll
have to improvise then, won�t you?�
Shaking his head,
Sands reached over and moved Aida, arranging her to his satisfaction, before
wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his head on her back.
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