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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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Sands smiled to see
her wearing nothing more than the slip he had bought her and the diamond ring
on her right hand. �Mmm. You look good enough to eat, spitfire,� he
said, taking her in his arms and running his fingertips down her silk covered
back slowly. He held her like that for
awhile before leading her scantily clad and beautiful form back into her bedroom,
whilst he remained fully dressed. �Sit
down on the bed,� he instructed, smiling when she did so. He sat down at the foot and slowly took his
shoes and socks off but no more. He left the rest � his shirt, pants, belt and
knife � up to her. �You�re going to have
to take off my shirt, spitfire. It�d
take too long otherwise,� he held up his hands. �And I have other things in mind to spend our
time on.�
Aida looked at him
askance, but got to work. She first
removed his knife and belt. Setting them
off to the side, she then worked on pulling his shirt out of his pants. He�d never said she couldn�t tease, so she
worked agonizingly slow, letting her fingers dart inside his waistband now and
again.
Sands felt himself
respond to her teasing, but didn�t make a sound. After a moment, he smirked, and said, �You do
like to play, my naughty spitfire.�
�You never said I
couldn�t,� she pointed out. Then, she
jerked Sands towards her as she threw herself backwards on the mattress. Sands landed on top of her heavily, and she
immediately locked lips with him.
Sands grunted at
the impact, but didn�t break the kiss. After
a few moments though, he pulled away and looked at her, his breathing slightly
quickened. �Are you trying to test my
patience, spitfire?� he asked with a smirk.
�Perhaps,� she
teased back. �You�ve been gone for so
long . . . why do I think I won�t have to test long before you give in?�
�I don�t know,
spitfire. Because if you�re thinking
that, you�d be mistaken,� Sands said, a both completely serious and slightly
playful look on his face. He was
determined. He prided himself on his
control of the world around him; it was about time he started employing that
upon himself.
Aida pouted, but
didn�t say anything. �You,� she gasped,
her hips instinctively arching towards him.
�I belong to you.�
�Not good enough,�
he said, moving away again. �I�m not so
sure you believe it.�
That was going too
far. If he wanted to act out the Spanish
Inquisition, he could do it later.
Before Sands could
react, Aida tensed, then threw herself off the bed, knocking Sands onto his
back. Her lips tore viciously at his
before she pulled away. Hovering over
him, close enough to feel his arousal but not taking him inside her, she turned
his game on him. �I�m Aida Sands, the
woman who loves you. And you belong to
me,� she breathed. Her desire had dimmed
a hair as he�d teased her, but she knew it wouldn�t take much to build it up
again. �Now claim what�s yours already,
or I will,� she demanded.
�Now who�s the
impatient one?� he asked wryly, a bit surprised at her forcefulness, but
enjoying every minute of it. She
narrowed her eyes at him. �You didn�t
answer my question, spitfire,� he reminded her.
�Yes I did,� she
panted. �But you�re welcome to lay there
until you remember what I said.� And
with that, she moved to get off the bed.
�Don�t you dare,�
he hissed, grabbing her hips as best he could. �Don�t you fucking dare.�
�Then stop teasing,�
she shot back. �I�m yours, I love you, I�ve
got your ring on my finger, and I�m dying to have you inside me. What more do you want from me?�
The only response
he gave was to pull her down to meet his lips. The kiss they shared was anything but gentle. It was needy and raw, full of passion and
fire. He was done teasing.
Aida whimpered as
he took her mouth. She was more than
willing to let him be in control as long as he didn�t needlessly tease. She wanted him on top of her. She wanted to be crushed underneath him. She wanted to hear his soft grunts as he
pounded into her. She wanted, period.
Sands didn�t have
the capacity to make her wait any longer. With a singular movement, he rolled them both
over on the bed so that he was in the dominant position again before thrusting
deep inside of her. Not slowly as he had
been before � but fast and hard. He was
going to make good on his earlier promise to fuck her so hard she couldn�t sit
up straight. He didn�t really want to
hurt her, but he was beyond restraint now. His entire being was focused on release as he
looked down at her. If he concentrated
he could hear the racing of her heart and his own beneath their chorused
groans, grunts and gasps. It was an
intriguing sound, but not one he could keep his widely shifting focus on. One minute he was listening to her heartbeat,
the next he was feeling the way their bare skin moved together, and the next he
was watching her eyes flutter with passion and desire before smelling the
combination of the oil he had covered her in and a scent that was purely her, doiits its best to tease him into madness and raging lust.
After having spent
so long in foreplay, it was difficult for Aida to reach her release. It was always one movement out of reach, just
inches beyond the grasping of her fingers in the sheets and the gasping of her
lungs. All she could do was wait for
Sands to eventually push her there, to give her the final nudge she needed to
fall over the edge.
Sands seemed to
sense her problem for it was the same with him. He felt like he was going to explode � and not
in a good way � if something didn�t happen soon. Shifting the angle of his thrusts slightly
both pushed him inside her even deeper, and rubbed her clit with every thrust.
�Oh god,� she
gasped, suddenly moving frantically under him as the added stimulation against
her clit sent a jolt of sensation along her spine like a lightning bolt. She was suddenly right on the edge of orgasm,
teetering, so close to falling over it. �Oh
please.�
Sands was dimly
aware of her pleas as he thrust into her sharply, but he couldn�t seem to grasp
what she was asking for. The only thing
he was currently aware of was the sanctuary of her body, the warmth of her
touch. He leaned over and began kissing
her neck hard enough to leave a path of bruised flesh in his wake. He was also dimly aware that he was probably
grabbing her hip hard enough to hurt, but he couldn�t bring himself to let go. Not even when he felt a trickle of hot blood
move down his fingers.
His lips were all
it took to finally push Aida into release.
With a loud cry, she felt every single muscle in her body convulse,
making her body go rigid with completed desHe loves. She�d accepted
everything so easily on the surface, but what proof did she have that Sands
wasn�t a womanizing conman? What proof
did she have that Jeffrey was real?
�What are you
thinking about?� Sands asked, growing slightly uneasy at her silence after
saying what he had. He wouldn�t lose her
over something he couldn�t control. He
couldn�t.
�I love you,� she
whispered. �But this has all happened so
fast that my mind hasn�t had a chance to stop spinning. And now that it has, I don�t like the
questions I find myself asking myself.�
�I love you too,�
he responded before tensing slightly. �What
questions?�
�Just . . . just
reassure me that you haven�t lied to me.
This entire . . . everything is just so . . .� She didn�t know how to explain herself. �In the news you hear of conmen that prey on
women. You hear stories of business men
with a wife in five different cities. I
want so desperately to believe you . . . but there is still a voice of doubt
insisting that I�m being taken in. I don�t
believe it . . . but you must admit that any sane person would have a hard time
accepting two men living in the same body having separate lives.�
Sands pulled away
from her then. �So what, you think it�s
all a lie? That I�m a lie?� he asked evenly, his eyes narrowed.
She turned to him,
agony reflected in her eyes. �No, I don�t. I refuse to believe that. I refuse to believe that everything I feel
for you is based on a lie. But in the
same way that you need to be reminded to be optimistic . . . I need to be
reminded that . . . that even if you would lie to everyone else in the world,
that I am the one that you would never
lie to. Tell me that I am the only woman
you love, and I will believe you. Remind
me that perhaps I will never fully understand you, and I will accept that and
be content with what I know.� She couldn�t
lose him, not now. �You can�t leave me,�
she whispered. �Not like the last time.�
�I wouldn�t lie to
you, Aida,� he said slowly. �And I�m not
leaving you. But how can I leave this
be? How can I just accept that you have
doubts about me? About whether or not it�s
all a big lie? That there is no Jeffrey,
that I did all this,� he gestured to the injures he had once more, �just to
perpetuate the lie? What do I have to do
to convince you? Do you want me to tell
you about all the people I�ve killed? How
about the time where Jeffrey went sliding into a psychotic episode from drugs
meant to suppress me and attempted to
kill sunrise? Ask her about it sometime.
It was barrel of laughs,� he said dryly.
�Don�t,� she
whispered. �Would you have preferred I
kept my mouth shut and let my fears grow?
I�m not asking you to accept them . . . just to help me move past them.�
�And how am I
supposed to do that?� he asked wearily.
�I don�t know.� The words seemed to ring in the air. �Just . . . remind me that you love me?� She tried to make a joke to lighten the
atmosphere. �They say love is blind, so
perhaps that will help.�
It didn�t, but he
pressed on anyway, not knowing what else to do. �I do love you, spitfire,� he said with an air
of resignation that shouldn�t have been present in such supposedly joyful
words.
�I�m sorry,� she
whispered. �It�s just that I have bad
memories of people who said they loved me, but who left me when I needed
them. Just don�t pay any attention to
me. I�m probably overwrought.�
�And you think I
don�t have the same kinds of memories?� he asked bitterly before frowning. �Forget it. I�m sorry too.�
She couldn�t stand
to see him in such pain. Pain she�d
caused for the most part. �I am your
wife, and I will believe in you,� she promised softly. Stepping forward, she gently took his hand in
hers, right hand in right hand. �Tell
me?� she asked, fingering the wedding band she�d bought him. �You can trust me. You can confide in me.�
�You know I got to
visit my old house when I was away, spitfire?� he asked, his voice still
bitter. If she wanted to fucking know,
he�d tell her.
Shook ook her head.
�No, you didn�t tell me that.�
�Well I did. I should have fucking spit on the ashes. I wish I could burn that goddamned place down
again.�
Her eyes widened,
but she didn�t say anything. What was
there to say to that?
He pressed on
without pause, turning away from her. �Jeffrey
wanted to take a fucking tour. He wanted
to show sunrise all of the remnants of my twisted childhood. He knew that I would rather shoot myself than
step foot in that fucking place again, but he didn�t care. He did it to fucking hurt me. But then again, I suppose I�m there already, she thought with some
humor.
Sands remained in
silence until they had once more pulled up in front of Aida�s apartment
building. He got out of the car without
a word and walked over to open the door up for her, taking the box from her
hands. When she had gotten out and
closed her door he juggled the box and his keys to lock up the car. When he had done that, he followed Aida back
up to her apartment.
Aida didn�t do
anything other than turn on the lights. She
then went and collapsed on the loveseat. She did make one last effort to make him
reconsider. �Please don�t get drunk.� She
didn�t have any hope that he�d listen to her, but she had to at least make the
attempt.
�Why not?� he
asked, setting the box down on the floor next to his feet. �Why shouldn�t I? I may drink now and then, but I don�t fucking
get drunk if there�s not a good reason. I�m
not an alcoholic, Aida. I�ve got enough
problems as it is without adding that to the mix.�
�Because nothing
good ever happens when people get drunk,� she murmured, more to herself than to
him.
�Who says? I get to fucking forget the world for awhile. I get to forget about my fucking parents. I get to forget about Jeffrey. I get to let lose some of the fucking tight
rein I have to keep over myself all
the time. How is that not good?�
�Then get drunk,�
she said seriously. �I won�t sit and
watch someone else I care for get loaded.� She stood wearily. �I need some sleep. I�ll be in bed if you need me.�
�Goodnight,
spitfire. Don�t worry about me so much. I�ll be fine. I�ll be sorry in the morning, but for now I
need this. Get some sleep. I�ll try not to make any noise,� he said,
sitting down heavily on the loveseat.
Aida nodded and went
into the bedroom quietly. Despite her
words and her desire to get some sleep after several sleepless nights and some
wonderful sex, she didn�t go to sleep. She
laid awake in thrknerkness and strained for any sound that her husband might
make, and cursed herself for even opening her mouth that evening. It would have been best if she�d just stayed
quiet. But it was much too late for that
now.

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After searching Aida�s kitchen for something suitable to
drink out of he sat down on the floor in front of the loveseat and pulled the
first bottle out of the box. It was a
bottle of good scotch. He had bought four
bottles of alcohol � each a different kinbut but he had so been hoping that it
would be the scotch he pulled out first. Unwrapping the top, he poured himself a glass
and knocked it back with one movement. He
winced as the alcohol burned going down, but it was a good sensation too. Cleansing somehow. His next drink was taken more slowly. He wanted to get drunk, but he didn�t want to
do it so fast that he was puking his guts out now rather than later. He knew that fun end to drinking would come
sooner or later, but for now he was pushing for later.
He didn�t exactly
remember finishing the bottle of scotch, but the drink in his hand seemed to be
vodka, so he must have at one point or another. He really hated straight vodka, but he didn�t
have the energy to go looking for something to cut it with, so straight it
would have to be. He could no longer sit
up straight as the room seemed to be tilting to the left, but some masochistic
part of him decided that he wasn�t drunk enough yet, so he kept drinking.
He had about a
quarter left of the bottle of vodka when he knew he�d had enough to meet his
needs. He couldn�t even think straight
anymore, let alone dwell on the past. He
attempted to rise to his feet from his place on the floor to go and join his
wife in bed, but he found himself back down again before he had time to
respond. He lay flat on his back for a
moment before rolling over on his stomach and crawling slowly in the direction
of the bedroom.
Aida heard him
coming, but she didn�t get up to help him. She might not be able to keep him from getting
drunk, but she wasn�t going to condone it either. The mattress dipped as he managed to crawl
into the bed, but she didn�t turn over to look at him. It wouldn�t be worth it; she could already
smell the reek of alcohol on his breath, and most likely his clothes.
Sands muttered
something that sounded vaguely like a goodnight and did the only thing someone
who had ingested as much alcohol as he had could do; he passed out, flat on his
stomach, fully dressed and with his hair in his face.
Knowing she�d get
no sleep for the time being, Aida got out of bed and went into the living room.
Picking up the box of liquor, she took
it into the kitchen and started to systematically open each one and pour it
down the drain. She�d be damned if she
let him get drunk two nights in a row. And
if he got upset, then she�d face it.

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Sands came back to consciousness the next morning with a
groan and a curse. You�re my wife. I could no more fucking leave you than cut my
own heart out.�
She squeezed his
hand. �I understand.� A long sigh left her, catching in her throat
on tears she�d refused to shed. �It was
from then that I decided that to get through life, one had to go with the
flow. To have your fun while you could
because who knew when someone or something was going to come along and tear you
down. And it worked � or mostly worked �
until last night. After those same hours
spent in bed, after that same need . . . �I need a drink.�
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