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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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Someone was calling him, of that he was certain. As to the
identity of that person . . . well, that was a little less clear. It was a familiar voice, asking him to wake
up, but he was trying his best to ignore it. He flung an arm across his face as he lay on
his back, unwillingly coming awake. �What?�
he finally growled at whomever was trying to disturb him.
�Did you want to
join me for lunch?� came a quiet voice. �I�m
not even going to make you get up.
Sandwiches are relatively easy to eat in bed.�
�Oh, sorry,
spitfire. I�m>I�m awake. Lunch? Yeah maybe. I need to take a shower first. And change out of these clothes,� he said with
a sigh, remembering he was still fully dressed in what he had had on yesterday.
He hadn�t even bothered to remove his
shoes or take out his wallet. �Wait, did
you take my knife last night?� he asked with a frown, trying to remember where
it was.
�Yes, it�s on the
other side of the bed,� she soo soothingly.
�Do you need any help?�
�No, I don�t think
so,� he said, sitting up on the bed. He
felt better � not back to normal � but better than he had. �You�re going to have to help re-mummify me
after I get out of the shower though, sorry. That is, if sunrise left me some bandages in
my bag.�
Aida made a
face. �I suppose I could do that.� She refrained from saying that if he hadn�t
gotten hurt, she wouldn�t have to help him.
�Sorry. I�d do it myself, but. . .� He held up his hands and shrugged. �I don�t suppose you remember when the
paramedics said I could take thuckiucking thing off, did you?� he asked,
holding up Jeffrey�s broken hand.
�Six weeks. Less if you want to risk permanent damage.� She shot him a look. �Which you don�t, of course.� It came out of her mouth as more of an order
than a statement.
�Six weeks?� Sands repeated with a look
akin to horror on his face. �That�s just
fucking perfect. And who says I don't
want to risk permanent damage? It�s
Jeffrey's fucking hand,� he grumbled resentfully.
�And you won�t feel
any pain from it?� she asked, her eyebrows raised. �Don�t make me side with Salida again. I�m sure it�s something like an unholy
alliance when we do.�
�You got that
right,� he muttered. �Fine. I promise I won�t gnaw it off at the wrist
before then, alright? Six weeks. Fuck.�
There was nothing
Aida could say to that. Taking a seat on
the bed, she leaned back and just watched him.
�I don�t want to sleep on the floor anymore,� she said out of the blue, �but
can we keep the mattress?�
�If you want,� he
said with a slight shrug. �Did sunrise
tell you what we were supposed to getting in this little . . . adventure?�
�Dishes, towels,
silverware, pots and pans, and cleaning materials. And whatever we wanted for our room. I figure we can get most of the housewares in a little over an hour � all we need to do is
hit a department store. And I�m not
exactly picky as to what I want in my bedroom � other than you of course,� she
winked.
�Your bedroom?� he asked with a smirk. �And what would I be then? Decoration?�
�Sex toy. Or boy toy if you prefer,� she smiled
wickedly.
�There are worse
ways to make a living,� he answered with his own wicked smirk.
�And pajamas,� she
said, suddenly off topic. �You owe me
three pairs of totally innocent pajamas that wouldn�t make you want to kill
anyone who saw me in them.�
Sands sighed,
hoping she had forgotten about that. �You�re
no fun, spitfire.�
�You want me wandering around in lingerie on
the days I feel too tired to actually put on clothes?� she asked, knowing what
his answer would be.
He frowned. �If it were just you and me, I�d say hell yes.
But since it�s not. . .� he sighed. �Fine. You�ll
get your pajamas.�
�Thank you.� She leaned over and kissed him on the
cheek. �Now get going. I want to get the shopping over and done with
so we can come home and make dinner.�
�Whoa, wait a
second. Did you just say we? No fucking way, spitfire. I haven�t even made toast before.�
�That would be why
I said �we�. I�m going to teach you how
to cook. And don�t give me that look of
utter fear � we�ll make something simple.
Macaroni and cheese or something.�
�Why do I need to
learn how to cook? What�s the point?� he
asked with a frown.
�So when I�m really
sick and I ask you to make me cream of wheat, you won�t freeze and give me that
deer in the headlights look. Besides, it�s
good to know how to at least make toast.�
Sands sighed. �Fine. I�ll
learn how to fucking cook. For you,� he
grumbled, not wanting to admit at this point that he hadn�t the slightest clue
what cream of wheat was. �I�ll be in the
shower. Save me a sandwich.�

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�What about these?� Aida asked, holding up a set of butcher
knives for Sands to inspect. �I�m afraid
I don�t know much about choosing knives.�
�They�re cheap
crap. You want a good set, grab the Benchmades.� She
looked at him curiously and he explained with a roll of his eyes. �The ones with the butterfly on the blade.�
�Are you sure?� she
asked, looking at the set to her left. �They
seem kinda expensive. And by that I mean
that they�re about two month�s rent by the way I measure expensive.�
He just looked at
her. �Have I ever shown you one of my
bank statements, spitfire? If not,
remind me sometimes. You want the best,
I can pay for the best. That�s all there
is to it.�
She shrugged and
picked up the box, grunting in effort. I guess the stand wasn�t for display
purposes, she thought to herself, practically dropping the box into the
cart. There was nothing but li and and
towels in it, so she simply ignored the crash.
�Have I ever mentioned how much I like Lowes?�
she asked, shaking her head when Sands shot her what almost amounted to a dirty
look. �I promised this wouldn�t take
long, remember? All we need to do is
pick up a set of dishes, silverware, and a few cups and we�re halfway
done. Being more focused on her thoughts than where
she was going, she bumped into someone on her way out. �Oh, I'm sorry. Please excuse . . .� she trailed off when she
saw who it was.
�Hey there, baby
girl. Didn�t think I�d ever see you in
this part of town again. I thought
we
were too good for those of us who live around here.�
Aida held back a
wince and tilted her head back, refusing to show any discomfort. �Hello, Derek. I�m sorry to cut this reunion short, but I
need to get home and start dinner.� She
moved to step around him, but he shadowed her.
�Now, is that any
way to treat an old lover?� he asked, an unpleasant smile on his face. �There were a few things I wanted to say to
you when you broke up with me, but you moved before I could say them.� His hand slipped around her arm, holding her
tightly. �Funny how that worked out, isn�t
it?� They both knew it wasn�t a
coincidence.
�It was behavior
like this that made me break up with you, Derek. I don�t appreciate being man-handled.�
�Aww, you really
are an actress. I almost believed you.� His grip tightened. �So what are you doing here? One of your directors find another woman to
fill his bed and his starring role?� Her
eyes darted to Sands� car where she could see him on the phone. Derek�s eyes followed hers, and the grip
tightened enough to bruise. �I see. You�re slumming. Is that the latest guy you�ve managed to wrap
around your finger?� She didn�t say
anything. �Why don�t we go say
hello.
Instead of doing the smart thing and taking off, he stayed. Pissed off, he reached out and jerked Aida in
front of him, pressing her back against his chest. She froze.
With her standing in front of him, he was temporarily safe. �Have you given your husband head yet, baby girl?
You reallouldould � you were always good at it.� Aida�s face flamed in shame; this was one of
the things she�d never planned on telling her husband, that she�d dated cretins
like this in the past.
�You�re a fucking
cockroach. Why they don�t fucking drown
bastards like you at birth I will never understand,� Jeffrey said with a scowl.
�Kitty, go wait in the fucking car. This is between him and us.�
If Sands minded
Jeffrey being there with him at the moment he made no sign. �Let her go, Derek. This is between us,� he said evenly.
�Aww, didn�t she
tell you? Get her drunk enough and she�ll
agree to anything. Even a threesome.�
Aida had had
enough. She stomped down on Derek�s foot
and broke free, launching herself at Sands.
Sands caught her
and handed her the car keys without looking at her. �Go wait in the car, spitfire. This needs to be dealt with.�
�We�ll be back
soon, if not, call vixen,� Jeffrey said, handing her his cell phone.
�Bitch,� Derek
managed to utter before she could say anything.
She shuddered at the use of the word, and silently took the keys. She walked towards the car, not trying to
persuade Sands to come with her and trying not to break into a run. She heard Derek unwisely continue as she
opened the car door with shaking hands. �Are
you sure you�re not her pim�� he was cut off, both by
the repeated fist to the face and by the car door closing. She locked the doors behind her and tried to
collect herself; she didn�t look out the windshield.
�You�re a real
prick you know that? Kitty�s not even
half your size. Why don�t you try
fucking taking on a man for a change? Or
are you too much of a fucking chickenshit to even
try?� Jeffrey taunted him with a sneer.
�Let�s take this in
the back alley, shall we? Wouldn�t want
to cause a scene,� Sands said, his voice cold and emotionless.
Derek looked Sands
up and down, not especially impressed with what he saw; the man in front of him
was short and lean, and had one arm in a cast.
How much damage could he do?
Unfortunately, in his pride Derek didn�t take into account the
strangeness of the voices coming from the man or the aura of danger around
him.
�Sure.� He walked towards the alley, watching Sands
out of the corner of his eye. He was no
stranger to knife or fist fights, but he didn�t want this guy to get the drop
on him either. �So what�d the
gold-digger do to get you to marry her?
She�s good in the sack, but not that good.�
�How would you
know? She told me she faked it with you
every single time. Said you were the
worst lay she�d ever had. We had a nice
laugh about you,� Sands said evenly, stopping when they had reached the alley
and were out of sight. Jeffrey
snickered.
Derek�s eyes
narrowed. �And what makes you think she
wasn�t just trying to make you feel better?
She�s not only a whore, but a liar as well.�
Sands just laughed,
and it was a cold sound. �If you say so,
Derek. Is it true that you screech like
a little girl when you come? Aida told
me it was the funniest thing she�d ever heard in her life. Now, she may have been lying about that, but I�m
betting I can get you to make that very same sound with only one flick of my
wrist. What�s say we find out?� Sands� smile was psychotic as he pulled out
his knife and flipped it in his hand before brandishing it in Derek�s
direction, waiting for him to make the first move.
Derek shook his
head and pulled out his own knife. It
was a bit smaller than Sands�, but it�d inflicted its fair share of damage over
the years. �Since she was always a freak
and liked blood, I suppose she�s going to love you tonight. Just make sure she thanks me.� And with that, he feinted with his right hand
while he swung at Sands� face with his left.
Sands let the punch
come, but refused to react as Derek�s fist connected with the long cut along
his jaw and sent a hot bolt of pain through his face. Instead, his slipped his knife between Derek�s
legs and pulled upwards with a vicious jerk, cutting through clothing and flesh
alike. He felt Derek�s blood spill onto
his hand as the man's femoral artery was severed, but he didn�t stop pulling. It wasn�t until the knife clattered from the
man�s limp hand that he let up, smiling widely with a mouth full of blood from
a split lip. �I�ve killed far better
people than you. You�re not worth my
time. Fucking lie there and bleed to
death. You�ll be long dead before any
help can get to you.� He let the man
slump to the ground before spitting a glob of saliva and blood into the man�s
face with a sneer. Derek sneered and
cursed at him, but Sands could see the ever widening pool of blood soaking
through the man�s jeans. He leaned down
and wiped his hand and the knife on the Derek�s shirt, easily blocking his
feeble attempts to bat his hand away. Once
the blade and his hand were as clean as they were going to get he leaned
against the wall and watched the man die with cold detachment before heading
back out to Aida.
Aida saw Sands
coming back, and she unlocked the doors to the car even if she didn�t get
out. She was still a bit too shaky to do
that, and the look on her husband�s face didn�t encourage her.
�Are you alright,
spitfire?� Sands asked, sitting down in the car next to her, trying to will
some emotion back into his face.
She shook her head
and leaned towards him, still shivering.
�Tell me you don�t hold my bad taste against me,� she whispered.
�Don�t even fucking
think that. I would never,� he said,
pulling her against his chest and tucking her head against his chin, cursing
softy to see that he hadn�t gotten all the blood off of his hand and hoping she
wouldn�t notice as he held it slightly away from her, trying not to touch her
lest he get blood in her hair or on her shirt.
�I-I think this is
one instance when I might condone a drink,� she breathed, moving closer to
him. �Sands, some of the things he said ��
�Don�t. Just don�t. I don�t even remember them,� he said with a
small smile. �Forget him. He won�t be bothering you anymore. Don�t let his words affect you now,� he
ordered her softly.
�Alright.� After a too brief amount of time in her
husband�s arms, Aida sat back up and gave him a trembling smile. �There�s a liquor store across the street,�
she whispered. �Still want to get that
bottle of tequila for dinner tonight?�
�Sure. And everything�s alright, Aida. Don�t worry about anything,� he said with a
small smile before frowning as Jeffrey interrupted.
�Sorry to intrude,�
he actually sounded as if he meant it, �but I have two fucking things to talk
about before leaving you two lovebirds alone. Number one, Sands take some fucking aspirin,
my head�s killing me. And if you wake up
with a hangover tomorrow I�ll fucking strangle you. Number two, I . . . request the fucking chance to go with vixen to the her doctor�s
appointment tomorrow at two. Well the
appointment�s at two-thirty, but I wanted to be there early.�
Aida looked up at
her husband. �Well, I don�t mind if you
don�t, Sands.�
Sands sighed. �No, I guess not. Fine. Two o�clock. I got it. At the hotel?� Jeffrey nodded. �Fine. And
I�ll take some aspirin when we get back to Aida�s, alright?�
�Good enough. Thanks,� Jeffrey said after a moment�s
hesitation before leaving without a further word.
�That was nice of
you,� Aida whispered, leaning her head on Sands� shoulder again.
�I didn�t do it to
be nice. I did it because if I hadn�t he�d
make me pay for it later after going anyway,� he said slowly.
�But you could have
made more of a fuss, and you didn�t,� she murmured.
He shrugged with
his free shoulder. �It wasn�t worth
arguing over. It was easier to just
agree.�
�I�m still proud of
you,� she insisted. With a sigh, she
reached over and buckled her seatbelt. �Can
we head home now? The chicken I bought
will go bad if we don�t either refrigerate or cook it.�

�Alright. I�ll just make a quick
stop at the liquor store and we�ll be on our way.� He didn�t bother buckling his own seatbelt
before speeding out of the grocery parking lot over to the liquor store, happy
to be on his way home. Finally.
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�Ok, just brown the meat,� Aida said over her shoulder as
she concentrated on slicing the onion, peppers, and mushrooms for the fajitas
they were making. She�d calmed down some
on the ride home, and was busy taking her mind off the afternoon�s
confrontation.
�I still can�t
believe you�ve got me fucking cooking,� Sands muttered under his breath as he
did what she had asked. So far he hadn�t
had any troubles, but that didn�t mean that he liked it.
�Oh hush,� she
said, a bit of a smile coming to her face.
�It won�t kill you.� Turning from
the cutting board, she dumped several handfuls of veggies into the
skillet. �Besides, doesn�t it smell
good?� Reaching into a cabinet that was
practically over her head, she pulled out several jars of spices and added them
to the mix without bothering to measure.
�How do you know it
won�t?� he muttered. �Fine, yes. They smell good, alright? But I�m hungry enough to eat a horse whole at
the moment, so keep that in mind when trusting my opinions,� he said with a
smirk to let her know he was joking.
�Won�t it be nice
to eat something you actually got to help make?� she asked. �Don�t you like making things . . . other
than trouble?� She took the wrapping off
the top of the bottle of tequila, then unscrewed the cap. After adding a liberal dose to the fajitas,
she turned away to find her can opener.
�Eh, not really. Making trouble�s fun,� he said, his smirk now
playful.
�I�m sure you think
so.� The spice jars rattled a little as
she put them away. Even almost an hour
later, she was a little shaky from her run in with Derek. She was tempted to ask her husband what�d
happened to the man, but didn�t really want to know. This was one case where ignorance was indeed
bliss.
�Oh, I do,
spitfire,� he said with a short laugh before refocusing on what he was doing. �This looks done to me, spitfire. Now what?�
�Put that lid on
it,� she pointed towards said lid with a spatula. �Then get a bowl out of one the cabinet and
get the salsa from the fridge. And the
package of tortillas that should be in there.�
She looked at the can opener she�d gotten out and couldn�t remember why
she�d wanted it. �We�ll let the veggies
steam for a bit longer and then we can go ahead and eat.� Opening a bag of chips, she poured them in a
large bowl and stuck them in the oven, which was set for 200 degrees. In a few minutes they�d be nice and warm.
Sands once more did
as he was told and put the lid on top of the meat before leaving it to get a
bowl and setting it on the table. He
didn�t even complain as he got the salsa and tortillas out of the refrigerator,
but he didn�t exactly cheer for joy either. �Now what?�
�You can tell me how
thick you want this lime sliced,� she said, hiding a smile. He was being so belligerent about something
that took less time than he used to shower.
Sands smirked and
walked up behind her, wrapping his arrounround her waist and setting his chin
down on her shoulder. �I think I like
seeing you with that knife, spitfire,� he said wickedly before holding his
fingers about two centimeters apart. �That
should be fine.�
Aida closed her
eyes at the comment and swallowed, but did as he asked. Shen�t n�t fallen apart earlier; she wasn�t
going to fall apart now. �I think the
blade is getting a bit dull.�
�Oh I don�t know,
spitfire. It still seems sharp enough to
do some . . . damage,� he breathed into her ear before kissing the side of her
neck softly.
The knife dropped
from her fingers as his words brought unpleasant images to mind. �I suppose you would know.�
Sands frowned at
her reaction. �What�s wrong, Aida?�
�Just a little
shaky still,� she whispered. �Derek had
a knife on him. I felt it through his
jacket.�
�I know he did. He pulled it on me,� he said, matching her
tone and pulling her even closer to him. �Put him out of your mind, Aida. You don�t have to worry about him anymore.�
�I know.� She turned in his arms and wrapped her own
around his neck. �I don�t know what I
would have done if you hadn�t been there.�
�I was, so it doesn�t
matter,� he insisted, leaning into to place a soft kiss on her lips before
pulling away to look at her. �You�re
safe now, Aida. I would never let anyone
hurt you.�
�I know,� she
repeated. �I know.� Tucking her face into his neck, she murmured,
�Take my mind off it. Tell me what
fantasy we�re making come true tonight?� He whispered into his ear, his words making
her smile. coulcould definitely go for
what he had in mind. She even had the
right clothes to wear.
She�d been on the
verge of replying when the oven timer went off.
�Oops, dinner�s ready,� she murmured, placing a kiss on his neck. �I promise we�ll resume this conversation
after dinner.�
�We�d fucking
better,� he said with a small sigh. He
wasn�t that upset though. He wasn�t
lying when he had said he was hungry enough to eat a horse. Killing people always left him somewhat
starved for some reason. �Fine, dinner
it is. I guess I�ll have to try this and
see if it tastes any better knowing I helped make it,� he said wryly.
Aida got out
several plates, setting warmed tortillas on one and the meat and veggies on
another. She grabbed two small glasses �
a bit bigger than shot glasses, but too small to use every day � and brought
them to the table along with the food.
Sands got the tequila while she got the chips and salsa, and they sat
down to eat.
Sands poured her a
glass of tequila before filling his own. �It does look good, I�ll admit.�
�Well, then I suppose
I�ve managed to do something right. Or
you did,� she teased.
�Uh huh,� he said
dryly lifting his glass. She then laid on the bed, arms and legs
akimbo, and looked up at him. �We didn�t
get pajamas,� she pouted.
He laughed a little
at her action before frowning thoughtfully. �I forgot, spitfire. I�m sorry. We can do it tomorrow morning if you want. I owe you pajamas and I intend to make good on
that. Even if I�t n�t necessarily want
to,� he said with a smirk, unbuttoning his shirt slowly � he was getting better
at it � and moving to lay down next to her after throwing the shirt across the
room. �You�re overdressed,� he enteented
with a grin. �Not that I particularly
mind in this case, but it might be a little uncomfortable to sleep in. And I don�t want you stabbing me with one of
those heels.�
She made a
face. �Don�t want to sleep naked. What if you don�t wake up first?�
Sands sighed,
rolling over on his back and running his right hand over his face in a weary
gesture that he had been missing for the past few days. �Wear whatever you want. But the heels have to go. That�s my only demand. I had my fun for tonight already, I guess I
can compromise.�
�Don�t want to wear
this to bed,� she continued. Her mind
was still hazy with endorphins, and her body was still tingling softly. �Help?� she asked, rolling towards him a bit.
�What do you want
me to do, spitfire?� he asked, rolling over on his side again to look at her.
�I dunno,� she
sighed. Shaking her head a bit to clear
it, she sat up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it to the floor once
she had it open. Next she unclasped her
front closure bra, and then wiggled out of her skirt. When she realized that she had to take her
shoes off before she could get skirt, garters, and stockings off, she sighed. �I hate this,� she muttered, managing to get
her shoes and the rest of her clothes off in short order. It was the work of another minute to roll
onto her other side and pick up her discarded sleepshirt
from the previous night. It smelled
faintly of alcohol, but she didn�t particularly care at the moment.
Finally done, she
turned back to Sands, once again noticing his many tattoos in the dim light
that came in her bedroom window.
Settling against his side, she started drawing formless shapes on his
chest. �Will you tell me about your
tattoos?� she asked, finally content in the fading warmth of afterglow and the
constant warmth of Sands' arms.
�If you like,� he
said with a slight shrug. �Which ones do
you want to know about? And don�t say
all of them. Pick one and we�ll work
from there, savvy?�
She looked over his
body, trying to decide which one to pick first.
�How about this one?� she asked, taking his hand in both of hers and
running her thumb over the number �3� she found there.
�I don�t remember
why I got it,� he said, lifting his hand up to look at it with a frown. �It probably had some kind of significance
when I first got it, but fuck me if I can remember what that was now.� He paused and held up his right hand to show
her the tattoos he had on his index finger. �It�s the same with these. I�m pretty sure it was something along the
lines of �it seemed like a good idea at the time.��
�You�re not doing
much to sate my curiosity, my love,� she murmured, propping herself up on an
elbow. �Fine. Care to explain why you have another woman�s
name on your shoulder?� she asked, fingering the tattoo.
Sands paused,
trying to decide how much to tell her about the tattoo. He could tell her the truth and say that it
was the name of the first woman he�d killed � after his mother of course � but
he didn�t think she�d appreciate that. �Yvette
. . . was an old girlfriend. I got it
when I was drunk,� he said with a sigh. That much was true at least. �Next? Come
on, spitfire, I've got thirteen tattoos, fourteen if you c Jef Jeffrey�s. You haven�t even made a dent yet.�
�Well, you�re the
one that said I couldn�t simply say �all,� so don�t blame me.� Surveying his body, she ran light fingertips
over his abdomen. �Ok, how about
explaining why you have a butterfly here.�
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