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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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Jeffrey wanted to drum his fingers against the steering
wheel in impatience but it fucking hurt too much so he was forced to wait with
an attempt toward patience.
�Now who�s the one who
needs to calm down? It was only a mile. She�s fine,� Sands said with a smirk.
�Don�t even start
with me right now,� Jeffrey said coldly.
�I�m not trying to
fucking argue you with you, I�m just stating a fucking fact. She�s fine. And you know what; I bet it was probably worth
it just to get away from us.�
�I�m not inclined
to disagree,� Jeffrey said with a sigh. �Look, I don�t want to fucking talk about this
anymore. Can we just agree to hate each
other in silence for a change?�
�Fine,� Sands said
after a moment�s hesitation. They
settled back to wait.
Hot and tired,
Salida finally made it to the proposed meeting place. She saw Sands and Jeffrey waiting for her,
but didn�t head for the car. Instead she
walked into the Quickie Mart attached to the station and bought herself a
bottle of water and a packaged sandwich.
Coming back out, she saw that Jeffrey had the door to the car open and
was about to come after her. She fought
the temptation to glare at him, simply because she was aware that she�d just
exhausted herself.
cla class=MsoNormal> Walking to the car,
she climbed in and shut the door.
Without saying a word, she sighed and rested her head against his
shoulder, her eyes falling shut as she took the time to appreciate the silence.
Jeffrey allowed
himself to enjoy her company again; the same company he had been forced to
abandon this morning. How had things
deteriorated so much since then? There
were no answers that didn�t point back to him and Sands. This entire mess was their fault, and maybe it
was time to start acknowledging that. But
he stayed silent. And more surprising,
so did Sands.
�I�m not sorry for
my display earlier,� she informed them. �And
I�m not shy about doing it again.� She
refused to apologize for that. They had
been being assholes, and she hadn�t been afraid to let them know it.
�I�m not asking you
to be sorry,� Jeffrey said.
�And I have no
doubts whatsoever that you wouldn�t act in the same manner again, rest assured,�
Sands added.
She nodded, and looked
at the sandwich in her hand. She�d
thought it�d sounded appetizing, but now she wasn�t so sure. To cover her hesitation to eat, she held it
out in their direction. �Here. I thought you might be hungry.�
�What about you?�
Jeffrey asked, taking the sandwich from her.
�I�m not hungry.� She could feel him looking at her, so she
said, �I�ll eat tonight. Wherever it is
that we end up.�
�Then at least have
something to drink. It�s fucking hot out
there and you need to keep up your fluids or something fucking like that. Don�t fucking push yourself.
You fucking told us that,
don�t ignore your own fucking advice.�
She held up her
bottle of water. Taking a deep breath, then letting it out, she moved to recline her seat. �I�m just going to nap. Wake me when we get to wherever is that you
two decide to stop.�
�Alright. Get some rest vixen,� he said after nearly
wolfing down the sandwich. He had been
hungrier than he had thought, it seemed. Well, he hadn�t had fucking breakfast, and arguing
with fucking Sands would try the fucking patience of a saint not to mention
working up a one hell of an appetite. If
he was being fair, it was safe to assume it was the same for Sands with him. He watched his wife settle back into her seat
before driving off once more.

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

�Wake up, vixen.�
Salida sighed in
her sleep as she felt lips brush the side of her face. �Not now,� she murmured. �I�m too tired.�
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes. �We�re stopping for fucking
dinner, vixen, not extracurricular activities. You haven�t eaten fucking much all day.�
Salida moaned, but
opened her eyes. It was starting to get
dark out, which was something of a surprise to her. How had she managed to sleep the entire day
away?
�What time is it?�
she asked groggily. �And where are we?�
Jeffrey
shrugged. �We�re somewhere west of Montgomery. As for time,� he checked his watch, �it�s
almost seven.�
Salida made a face,
and abruptly yawned. �I don�t know why I�m
so tired,� she muttered, not liking it.
She felt like a slug and it irritated her.
�Maybe it�s because
you�ve been fucking sick the past few days,� Sands muttered. He wasn�t as meaninglessly upset as he had been
earlier, but he was still being bitchy.
�Or maybe it�s
because she�s had to put up with us fucking tearing each other to shreds? Ever fucking think about that?� Jeffrey had
very much wanted to blame it all on Sands, but he knew Salida would never let
him get away with it.
�No,� Sands said
after a moment. �Whatever. Let�s just fucking get out if we�re going to. I don�t know why
we�re fucking stopping though. We should
just fucking keep going,� he grumbled.
�No,� Salida
moaned. �I want out of this damn car.�
�I know. I also know that you probably wouldn�t stop
your complaining until we did stop. That�s
why we are,� Sands grumbled, turning off the car and getting out. The hotel seemed a bit classier than the last
one, but it was still just a highway side hotel. Not exactly four star material.
It was the best around though, and that
would have to do.
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes and locked the Porsche after Salida had gotten out and closed the door. �Don�t get fucking pissed with me, but how are
you fucking feeling?�
She shrugged, not
getting mad at the moment. She�d given
him permission to baby her, and she wasn�t going to make him eat his own tongue
for expressing some concern.
�Hungry,� she said,
surprised to find that it was true. She�d
only had a box of Cheerios and a bottle of water that day, and she found that
she was practically starving.
�Alright. Do you want to eat at the fucking hotel, or
somewhere else?� Jeffrey asked, seemingly relieved at that at least.
�Look around. There is
nothing else,� Sands pointed out, waving and arm around in a wide gesture. He seemed to be right. Other than the odd gas station and Wal-Mart,
there were no other restaurants to be seen.
�The fucking hotel
it is then,� Jeffrey said with a shrug, seemingly not deterred by Sands�
observation.
Salida walked
around the car and approached the men on their left side. Silently, she wrapped her hand around Jeffrey�s
upper arm, resting her head against his shoulder. Hunger and weariness were fighting over her
at the moment, leaving her a confused jumble of both. �If we�re going to eat, let�s just do
it. Otherwise let�s go to bed.�
Jeffrey smirked
wickedly at that, then cursed. �Later. Food first.�
Sands just rolled
his eyes and together they made their way into the hotel to check in and get
something to eat.

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

The meal had been surprisingly good but mercifully short. Sands scowled at
that, but didn�t say a word.
�Sands? I think I have a few instructions for Jeffrey
before you go. Do you mind if I talk to
him privately? It won�t help if I
embarrass him.�
�Fine,� Sands said
with a slight sigh after turning off the car but leaving the keys in the
ignition. �Don�t take too long.�
�What now, vixen?�
Jeffrey asked, ignoring Sands� words.
Salida took his
hand in hers, and met his eyes. �Please,
don�t make me worry about whether or not you and Sands are kicking each other's
collective ass,� she begged. �I
understand how much the two of you dislike each other, but will you promise me
that you won�t try to pick fights? You
know Grant is a tender subject � that�s what started this mess in the first
place. Will you just try to control your temper? For me?�
Jeffrey scowled,
but nodded. �I'll fucking try. For you. But I can�t make any promises. I�m still a little fucking pissed at her.�
�Then go to sleep
and let Sands deal with her,� she teased with a small smile. �We�ve had two nights alone together. The least we can do is give them two
nights. Remember how much we wanted to
be alone?�
�Yes,� he said with
a small sigh. �Fine. I�ll leave the two lovebirds alone. For you.� This was only delaying another confrontation
between them in his mind, but he would do as she asked.
�Thank you,� she
whispered. �You never know. A few nights with his own love might help stabilize
him a bit. And that would help you,
right?�
�Maybe,� Jeffrey
said with some reluctance.
�Okay.� Salida knew that was as close to an agreement
as she was going to get. �You try to
play nice, and I�ll try to find a doctopan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
I can�t call anywhere tonight, but I�ll make a list of people I want to
call.� She gave him a small smile, making
a sudden face in an attempt to make him smile back.
Jeffrey was
startled into a short laugh at his wife�s antics. Shaking his head at her, a clear smile on his
face, he muttered, �You�re very strange, vixen, but I love you anyway. Hmm . . . what does that say about me?�
�I won�t comment,�
she said wryly, lifting her face for a kiss.
The kiss Jeffrey
gave her wasn�t sweet or quick; it was passionate, possessive, and long. Knowing that he wouldn�t be seeing her for the
next few days also added a hint of desperation into the kiss as well. When they finally separated, both of them
breathing heavily, he inclined his forehead so that it rested against her own. �I
love you, vixen,� he whispered.
�I love you
too. Enough to put up with this,� she
touched his cast, �and this,� she tapped his temple, �and wives of other
personalities. I�ll be here waiting when
you come back. I�ll try to be here when you call. I think Sands will give us that since he got
to call Grant.�
�He�d fucking better,�
Jeffrey muttered. �Love you vixen. I�ll see you soon,� he promised. With that, he left, and Sands was in his
place, blinking in a second�s confusion as he took control.
�Did you say what
you wanted to say to him?� he asked.
�Yeah. I think he�ll at least try to not cause
problems. I got that much from him.� Salida paused, then
continued, �I can at least talk to him for a little bit every day, right? On the phone?�
Sands shrugged. �You
let me call spitfire. What time should
he call? You said you would be out for
most of the day right? It�d be easier
just to set up a time now rather than him calling you and you not being there.�
�Umm, I can
definitely be back in the hotel by six, both nights. And it�s early enough that I should be able
to stay awake.� Not that I sleep well without him.
�Alright. Is that all?� he asked with a frown. He wanted her to get the hell out of the car
so he could see Aida, but couldn�t draw up the will to be that much of an
asshole at the moment, so he waited.
�Yes, that�s all.� Salida knew how he felt, so she didn�t take
offense. Iad, ad, she removed a small
key ring from her key chain. �Here,
these are the keys to the house. You
might want them. Call me if Grant
decides she wants to go shopping. I don�t
want to waste the energy if I don�t have to.
I won�t leave the hotel until ten.�
�Alright,� Sands
said, taking the keys from her. �That
reminds me. You still have the gun and
the knife. I want those back.�
Salida hesitated,
but when she saw he wouldn�t back down on this point, she reluctantly handed
them over. �Just don�t make me regret
it,� she mumbled softly.
�I�ll try. But I can�t make any promises.� He put the gun
back in the glove box, but held the knife and keys on his lap. He�d attach the knife to his belt and put the
keys in his pocket when he got out of the car.
Salida refrained
from pointing out that Jeffrey had said the same thing, knowing no good would
come from it. �I guess I�ll be talking
to you then,� she said, climbing out of the car and taking her bag with her.
Sands just nodded. When Salida had closed the door and turned to
leave, he wasted no further time in speeding over to Aida�s apartment.

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

Sands made sure to lock up the Porsche after taking a few
minutes to put the keys into his pocket and clip the knife once more to his
belt. If his car wasn�t still parked
just where it had been when he left it � whole and untouched � there wouldn�t
be a neighborhood left for Aida to come back to.
With this cheerful
thought in mind, he found himself humming some meaningless tune before stopping
at Aida�s front door. With a wince as he
balled his hand into a fist, he rapped on Aida�s door.
�It�s unlocked,�
she called. She was busy in the kitchen
fixing dinner. She�d thrown some beef
into her Salvation Army crock-pot with some BBQ sauce and had let it cook all
day. By this time she could break it
apart with a fork, so she knew it was done.
In a minute she�d start some rice to go with it.
Sands made his way
into her apartment, closing the door behind him and walking to the kitchen. The place was bigger than he remembered, and
definitely more empty. �I see you�ve
made some progress,� he called out, leaning against the doorframe and watching
her. �Hello spitfire. I�m back. You�re thrilled, I see,� he said wryly before
taking a sniff of the air. �What on
earth are you making?�
�BBQ beef . . .
with a bit of Cajun seasoning,� she replied, turning around as she replaced the
lid. �It should be nice and spicy . .
. Oh my god.� She reached behind her and leaned on the
counter. �Oh my god.�
�What? What�s wrong?� Sands asked his face creasing
with worry.
Why was he asking
such a stupid question? �You. What happened? Did you get in a car accident?�
Sands finally
realized what she was talking about and cursed. �No. I
didn�t get into a car accident. I did
get a fucking ticket though. Stupid
fucking cops,� he muttered before looking down at the floor with a hint of guilt
nagging at him. �I told you, you wouldn�t
be happy to see me,� he mumbled under his breath. �All this is what remains of me and Jeffrey�s
little . . . tiff.�
�Tiff?!� she asked
shrilly. �Tiff!?�
�Ok . . . fight,�
Sands said with a wince. �Look, I�m
fucking fine, alright? No one�s dead,
and neither of us are trying to kill each other at the moment, so just calm
down. Everything�s fine.�
�Is that why you
look like you�re trying to imitate the mummy?�
She clutched her head, feeling a headache coming on from the excitement.
�I can take the
bandages off if you want.� Fuck, that was brilliant. �I�m fine. Look, if it�ll make you feel better, you can
drag me to the fucking hospital right now and have them give me compcomplete
fucking work over. I won�t even complain. Alright?�
She was very
tempted to take him up on the offer, but she realized what it meant. He was concerned enough for her � not for
himself � that he was going to let her take him to a hospital when he hated
them. She was concerned, but not that
concerned. �No, that�s alright, I just .
. . I was here the entire time daydreaming worst case scenarios for what you
could be up to, and then I see this. You
just shocked me. I�ll be alright.� Despite her words, she moved quickly across
the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his middle, holding on to him tightly.
�I�m sorry. I should have told you over the phone,� he
mumbled, bending slightly to smell her hair as he spoke, his arms completing
the circle around her own waist.
�I missed you so
much . . . I worried about you so much.�
She squeezed him tightly. �Please
tell me that we�ve got more than just one night together.�
�We do,� he
whispered. �We have that much at least. I missed you too, spitfire. And I didn�t mean to make you worry. And I was a fucking asshole for leaving you
like that. I�m sorry.�
�It would have been
worse to have to see . . . how you got all those. I don�t know how she let you do that. I
thought she was going to prevent it.�
There was a trace of anger in Aida�s voice now. If Salida had been around, she would have
directed it towards the other woman.
�She tried. And seeing . . . what happened afterwards was
too much for her to handle as well. Tess
had to patch us up. What a cold-hearted
bitch.� When Aida turned her head to
look at him confusedly, he elaborated. �Tess
is sunrise�s other half. Sunrise
herself couldn�t deal with everything I guess, so Tess came forward,� he said
with a shrug. �And I don�t think she
could have stopped us, spitfire.�
�She should have
tried,� she replied hotly. �There�s no
good reason for you come home like this.
You�re hurt.�
�I�ve been hurt
before, and I�ll be hurt again, spitfire,� he said softly. �Sometimes there�s just nothing you can do to
prevent it. This was one of those times.�
�No!� she refused
strongly. �I refuse to believe
that. You�re strong. You could have done something. Jeffrey didn�t
even hurt me. This wasn�t
necessary. I don�t want you doing things
like this because of me.�
�I did do something, spitfire,� he said, a hint of
anger in his voice now, pulling away from her embrace to look at her while he
spoke. �I fought back. You better fucking believe I fought back. If I hadn�t I�d probably be fucking dead by
now.� The instant he said it, he froze,
cursing all things said in the heat of the moment. He continued on, hoping to get her past that
point. �And if I can�t fucking do things for you, then what can I do? And it doesn�t
matter that he didn�t hurt you. Just him trying is more than enough. And he would have kept trying, Aida. He would have kept trying until one or the
other of you was dead. Do you understand
that? But that�s moot point in regards
to our fight. It would have fucking
happened sooner or later. And it will happen again. And there�s absolutely nothing you can do to
stop it.� His voice was cold, but it
held a twinge of resignation. <
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She let him go and
her eyes filled with tears. �Don�t say
that. Please don�t say that.�
�What would you have
me say? And don�t cry, spitfire. Please.�
�You want me to be
optimistic about pulling through this . . . but how can I
if you�re not willing to give the same effort?� she asked, trying not to cry.
She was right. �I�m sorry, spitfire. I�m not by nature an optimist, but I�ll try,�
he said softly, reaching up his hand to thumb away a tear that had fallen down
her cheek.
�You have to give
me something to hope for,� she whispered, leaning into his touch. �I've fallen in love so fast that I don�t know
what would happen to me if I lost you.�
Sands winced
slightly as she pressed up against his tender hand, but didn�t move it. �You�re not going to lose me, Aida.� He wanted her to say that he wasn�t going to
lose her either, but at the moment, he wouldn�t have believed it.
�And I refuse to
leave you,� she whispered back. A small
smile tugged on her lips. �Especially
since I�ve been slaving in a hot kitchen to make a home-cooked meal for
you. And you�re going to eat it and like
it, or I�ll know why.�"
�Why, spitfire?� he
asked, forcing a smalile ile on his face for her benefit.
�Because I hate
cooking, and I don�t do it for just anyone.
But I�m willing to do it for you.
And I doubt you�ve had anything home-made in a long time.�
Sands paused at that. �I can�t even remember the last time,� he
admitted, looking somewhat surprised. �Thank
you,� he said with a small nod.
�Anything to help
you relax,� she murmured. �And to that
effect, no more talk of anything depressing.
Just you and me.� She gave him a
small peck on the cheek. �Now, let me go
start the rice, and we can eat soon.�
�Alright,� he said,
taking a seat at the small table that remained with two chairs in the kitchen. �I�d offer to help, but with my hands torn up
I�d be a hindrance rather than a help, not to mention that I�ve never cooked
before.�
She�d been in the
process of adding rice to the water when he�d mentioned his hurt hands. Shaking her head, she turned on him. �I thought I said no more talk of depressing
topics,� she scolded . . . right before throwing a handful of rice at him.
Sands blinked up at
her as if he couldn�t believe she had done it. �You-you threw rice at me,� he mumbled,
brushing the stray bits of rice out off the front of his shirt with his
fingertips. �Thanks,� he drawled
sarcastically. �But those are from your
share. I�m hungry and since you�re the
one who decided to liberate the rice in my direction, then you�re the one who�ll
have to face the consequences,� he said wryly.
�What makes you
think I don�t have more rice than I need?� she asked with raised eyebrows. Setting the lid on the pot, she walked
towards him slowly, box of minute rice in her hand. Carefully she poured herself a palmful and contemplated it. Then in a lighting-fast motion, she threw it
in his direction, giggling as she did so.
�Oh come on!� Sands
whined, raising up a hand to block the rice. �You�re going to pay for this, spitfire. Give me the box.� When she refused, giggling as she did and preparing
to send another rice grenade in his direction, he took action. Wresting the box from her hands took effort,
but he managed. He got a faceful of rice for his trouble, but then again, so did
she. It was battle royale after that. �We�re out of rice, spitfire,� he said with a
short laugh a minute later, amused at the sight of all the rice in her curls.
�That�s too bad,�
she said seriously. �But at least we
each got it tossed at us, even if it wasn�t at our wedding.� She grinned evilly. �Do you know why people toss rice at weddings?�
�No . . . why?� he ed sed suspiciously.
�Son thn they �go
forth� they can also �be fruitful.�� She
grinned and kicked some rice at him. �Thank
god for modern medicine, huh?�
�Hell yes. My life is . . . interesting enough already
without having a brat thrown into the mix. No offense.�
�Like this is the
ideal time for me to get pregnant,� she said with a roll of her eyes. �I�d end up frying the kid or something with
all my treatments. But later, after I
beat this. . .� she shrugged. �We can
talk about it later though. Besides, I
don�t get to see you enough as it is.�
She stood on her toes for a kiss . . . then realized she needed to go
check the rice.
Sands sat back down
in the chair as she wandered about in the kitchen, thankful he had dodged that
bullet for now. He wasn�t exactly
against having a kid someday, but he had never really wanted one. If he was in the mood to psychoanalyze himself
� which he wasn�t � then perhaps the reason he didn�t want a kid was because he
didn�t want it going through the same shit he had growing up. And getting burnt
alive by his progeny wasn�t the way he fucking wanted to go out either.
The rice was
done. Aida spooned it into a bowl, and
the meat into the other. She picked up
two plates and a couple of fornd tnd took the silverware into the dining
area. She set places for her and Sands,
and then left and came back with two glasses of iced tea. She returned a final time with the food. Sitting down, she dished out her own meal,
and waited to hear from her husband whether he liked it or not.
Sands dished
himself self up some of the food as well and grabbed the fork awkwardly in his
right hand and tried a bit of the beef and rice. She had been right about the spices. It was fucking hot. But not too bad though. �This is actually pretty good. I�m sure my forehead will be sweating my the
time I�m done, but it�s good that way,� he said with a
nod, taking another bite.
Aida grinned. �Oh, this is no where near as hot as the old
neighbor lady used to make when I was back home. She added jalape�os to hers. Whole ones.
And a lot of them.�
�Habaneras are
better,� are better, he said with a smirk. �But this is good.�
�I�m glad you like
it,� she said, and he could see in her eyes that she meant it.
�I do. What�s more, I appreciate it. You didn�t have to do this, you know,� he said
after taking a few more bites of his food before setting his fork down to take
a drink of the ice tea.
�It was easy enough.
Throw a couple of cheap steaks into a crock-pot with BBQ sauce and some spices,
and then let it cook for six to eight hours.
Steam some rice. There you are,
completely done.� She shrugged. �And if this is the reaction I get when I
cook, I might have to do it more often.�
�I wouldn�t
complain,� Sands said with a small smile, slowly getting some more meat and
rice. He hadn�t been lying when he said
he was hungry.
�And if I said you
still owed me dessert?� She smiled as he
looked up at her.
�Ah yes, the
long-awaited pie. Where do you want to
go?�
�Well, I don�t
really want to leave,� she drawled. �So
I suppose the best idea would be for one of us to go buy some, and bring it
back here.�
�Sounds good to me,�
he said with a shrug. �If you tell me
where it is I can go later. Now that I
actually have a car in this city.�
�Well, when you�re
done, I suppose you could just go into the kitchen and open the fridge.� Aida looked down at her plate, eating as if
she hadn�t managed to plan everything for their evening.
�Or I could do
that,� he said wryly a moment later, leaning back in his chair to look askance
at her. �Just what else do you have
planned for tonight, spitfire?�
�Beyond dinner?� She shrugged.
�I was just planning on being adaptable to what you needed from me. I wasn�t able to be there for you earlier,
but I am now. And that means I�m open to
whatever it is that you need. I love
you. I�m willing to trust your lead.� She said this matter-of-factly, as if he never
should have needed to ask.
�Oh. Alright,� Sands said hesitantly, setting his
fork down on his now clean plate. He
didn�t really know what to say to that.
�Sands,� Aida
reached across the table and entwined her fingers with those on his right hand. �There�s very few things that I wouldn�t do
for you. I think that just by the both
of us being here, I�ve proved that. I
like being able to take care of someone, and I like being taken care of. I like doing things for you. I like being with you. I love you,� she finished simply.
�I love you too,
Aida,� he said, giving her a small smile. The notion of being taken care of unsettled
him a little, but he was trying not to let it show. �And you know that it�s the same with me,
right? If you ever want something from
me, just ask and I�ll do it.� This was
quite a carte blanche, but he felt no regrets for having done it.
�I know. And I�ve already got the only things I want
from you,� she whispered. �Your love,
your ring on my finger, and the permission to use your name. But,� and she smiled again, the brilliant one
that was only meant for him, �if I think of anything
else, I�ll let you know.�
�You do that,
spitfire, sai said with a smile. �Mind
if I smoke? I haven�t had a cigarette
all-oh fuck. Never mind. Sunrise
has my lighter,� he said with a sigh. He
saw that she seemed to be finished as well. �Need any help with all of this?�
�Nah. I�ll wash it all later.� Getting up, Aida quickly and proficiently
gathered all the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. When she reappeared, she had a plate with a
slice of pie in one hand and a fork in the other. Setting both down, she pulled her chair over
next to Sands�, and then sat down.
�I don�t know,
maybe it�s been built up too much,� he said, looking at the innocuous piece of
pie. �At least it�s white though,� he
muttered. �I see that you only brought
out one piece of pie. I suppose there
was a reason for that?� he drawled with a teasing smirk. �Because you must know I don�t share well.�
�Well, in that
case, I�m asking you too,� she teased
back. �But I�ll let you have the first
bite.� She cut off a piece and held it
up for him. �See how generous I am, oh
hubby of mine?�
�Very generous,� he
agreed with a roll of his eyes after swallowing the bite of pie. �Hmm, that�s pretty good. Asking me to share, she says. Fine. If
I must,� he said with a smirk, holding the fork in front of her mouth with a
slight tremble in his hand that he tried to ignore.
Aida swallowed the
bite of pie, then took the fork from him. She set it down on the table, and brought his
hand to her face. Very carefully, she
kissed each and every finger. Once finished, she shifted on her chair to
press a soft kiss on his lips.
�Not that I�m complaining,
but what was that for?� Sands asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
�Well, for one, I
really don�t have much of a sweetth.Aida adored Sands� car, even if it wasn�t the proper color
for such a sporty automobile. She�d only
seen cars like these through showroom windows, and to actually be able to sit
in one � especially since the seats were more comfortable than any piece of
furniture that she owned, and probably more expensive � it felt very nice.
She rolled down her
window to let the cool evening air pour into the car, enjoying the way her hair
was flapping around her face.
�Having fun,
spitfire?� he asked with a smirk, longing for a long stretch of highway where
he could show her what the car could really do.
�Yes.� There was a hint of laughter in her
voice. �Someday you�ll just have to get
me out of houshouse, and we can just drive.
I love moving fast.�
Sands laughed at
that. �How did I ever find you? You�re perfect. I am most definitely taking you up on that,
spitfire. As soon as you want.�
She turned around
and grinned, before returning her gaze to the passing streets. The fingers of her left hand played along the
soft leather seat while she stuck her right hand out the window and started
playing with the air, feeling it pass over her hand.
Sands let her enjoy
the ride until they came to a stop some ten minutes later in front of a rather
large unmarked house. �We�re here,
spitfire.�
She looked around
them. �Where�s �here�?� she asked. She trusted him, but this was a new
situation. The inside of the
premises was totally decorated in black and burgundy fabric, and mahogany
paneling. There was a white lily motif
everywhere her eyes rested: live flowers in vases, oil paintings on the walls,
small representations pressed into the molding along the ceiling, and flowers
tucked into the hair or buttonholes of the people who worked here. She felt a little out of place in her
second-hand store clothing, but at least it was clean, fashionable, and it
suited her. Things could have been
worse.
�Don�t worry,
spitfire. You�re better than any of
them,� he whispered in her ear as they walked into the main parlour. It was filled with scantily dressed men and
woman, modeling everything from lingerie to suits to jewelry. Each model stood in place like a statue
scattered throughout the room, their faces blank as the handful of other
customers with Sands and Aida glanced at their wares.
�What are we doing
here?� she whispered, eyeing the living mannequins and trying not to laugh at
the absurdities of the rich.
�Shopping,� Sands
said with a smile. �I know you don�t
really enjoy it, but I�m in the mood to spend some money. I never get to anymore,� he said with a small
sigh.
�And why did you
need me to come?� she asked softly. �I
thought it was your fantasies that we
were discussing.�
�True. But I wanted to know what you�d go for. To figure out what you might like and what you
wouldn�t. Decide that, and I�ll definitely take it from there,� he said
with a wicked smirk. He lo aro around at the room at the models
throughout. �First of all, do you want
any of the lingerie? I�d drool to see
you in any and all of it � well maybe not that yellow one � but like I said, I�m flexible. I want you to have some choices too. Fantasies don�t become realities without
reactionpitfpitfire. Without that, it�s
all illusion.�
�I want whatever
will make you take looklook at me and feel the sudden need to throw me on the
nearest piece of furniture and then screw me senseless,� she whispered into his
ear. �I want you to show how much you
know me by picking what you think I would enjoy the most � and I think you know
me better than you think you do. I will
tell you that I enjoy feeling feminine.
I�m a very girly-girl. �I always
li
like that, spitfire. Don�t tempt me or I�ll
take you up on that and take you right here in this room. We�d probably never be able to show our faces
in another fancy restaurant again, but who the fuck cares?� He looked over the models in the room. �Hmm . . . I don�t know if that . . . outfit
over there would be what you had in mind, but it�d certainly fulfill my end of
the fantasy.� He gestured to the model
in black. She was wearing a sheer black
sleeveless merrywidow and panties with matching
garters, hose, hee heels.
�Mmm . . . I don�t
know, tiger,� she said reluctantly. �I
adore the stockings and the garter belt . . . but I don�t think I like the
rest. Hmm . . . those would be fun to undo, he
thought to himself wryly, glancing over the criss-crossing strings up the sides
of the slip.
�Bingo,� Aida
called out in a sing-song voice. �I knew
you could do it.�
�Uh-huh,� Sands
drawled with a raise of his eyebrow. �So
how many pairs of boring pajamas do I owe you now, three? And you wanted the slip over there as well,
correct? What color for both? I�m ready to move on,� he said, growing
impatient to get back to her place at the thought of seeing her in the slip.
�Black for your
present,� she said, kissing him on the nose.
�And that gold-ish color for mine. And tomorrow, you can take me shopping.� She laughed at the look on his face, a cross
between amazement, amusement, and impatience.
�That reminds me,
sunrise wants us to do some shopping for the new house tomorrow if you�re
willing. She�s hoping to move in over
the weekend. If we�re going to do it
though, she wanted us to call her tomorrow before ten to let her know.�
�I�ll call and talk
to her. There was something I wanted to
suggest to her anyway.� Aida twined her
arms around Sands� neck, standing on her toes to do so. �But that�s not what I want to be talking
about right now. Right now, I want to
find out more about your fantasy.�
Eventually she�d want to hear the whole thing, but she had the feeling
that it w be be best to hear it in private.
Sands smiled down
at her. �Remember our first night
together, how slow we took things? You
said that you once lasted two hours before you passed out. I don�t like someone else holding a record
with my wife, savvy?�
Aida actually had
the courage to laugh. �You�re too
impatient,� she said disbelievingly.
�True. I am
impatient. I always will be. But I�m more deterd tod to set my own record
than give in. I�m an impatient man, I
agree. But I�m also stubborn as hell and
I want what I want. I fight for what I want if that�s what it
takes. And I�m also a possessive
bastard. That record ruffles my fucking
feathers. I want it gone. You asked, I�m telling,� he said with a shrug.
�Alright,� Aida
said. �I don�t suppose I have a reason
to complain.� Personally, she thought this fantasy of his was rather tame, but she supposed that
he might still have a few tricks up his sleeve.
He walked into one
of the smaller rooms and picked up some scented massage oil that he liked and
knew she would too and a few black silk blindfolds just for fun before
returning to the main parlour to make his purchases. .an>. That�s right. I want to see you beg. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to see you writhe and moan under me and
around me, begging me to give you just a little bit more, knowing that I�m the
only one who can give it to you. The
only one who can give you release. Once
I�ve felt you�ve learned your lesson sufficiently, I�ll give you want you want.�
Aida felt her heart
speed up at his words as her breath became shallow. She didn�t protest that she knew that Sands
was the only one who could satisfy her.
This was a fantasy, so wou would pretend she didn�t know. �What do you want me to do?� she asked
softly.
�I want you to put
on the new slip I got you. I�ll be
waiting.�
She nodded and took
the bags from him. She went into her
bedroom, and slipped out of her clothes quickly. Glad that she�d taken a shower just a few
hours before Sands had arrived, she pulled on the slip without any hesitation, reveling
in the feeling of silk against her skin.
She went into the bathroom and poked through a drawer full of hair ties,
and pulled out a black lace ribbon. She
used it to pull back her hair � although it remained down girlishly around her
shoulders � then glanced in the mirror.
The blackness of the fabric complemented her pale skin. I like,
she thought, admiring herself in the mirror.
After blowing herself a kiss, she wandered back out to the living room,
barefoot and wide-eyed.
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