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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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Aida woke the next morning to an empty bed, but not an empty
bedroom. Sands was up and staring out
the window, burning cigarette in his right hand and his left almost cradled
against his chest. Her mind still blurry
with sleep, she murmured his name to get his attention. �Sands?�
�Try again, kitty,�
Jeffrey murmured around the cigarette he brought to his lips. He didn�t turn to look at her.
Aida bit back a
moan. �Is he awake?� she asked, reaching
for her robe which had been discarded nearby.
�Not at the moment.
It�o eao early,� he murmured, casting a
glance at the clock. It wasn�t even eight o�clock yet. �He likes to sleep in. I don�t,� he said with a shrug.
Aida liked to sleep
in too, but somehow she�d gotten used to having her husband beside her. Unfortunately, it didn�t look like she was
going to get that any time soon.
Slipping on her
robe, she got out of bed and slid her feet into her slippers. �I�m going to make breakfast. Do you want anything?�
Jeffrey frowned and
turned to look at her for the first time, his cigarette hanging out of a corner
of his mouth. �You�re offering to make
me breakfast?� he asked as if he couldn�t believe it.
She shrugged. �One of you is going to have to eat
eventually, and I might as well use up the food I have in the house.�
�What . . . do you
have?� Jeffrey asked almost warily, pulling his cigarette out with his right
hand and dropping his left to his side abruptly after he realized he had still
been cradling it against his chest.
�Umm, not
much. Eggs. Bread.
Some fruit.� She shrugged. �I don�t usually eat a whole lot for
breakfast.�
�Could I have some
scrambled eggs?� Jeffrey asked hesitantly. It felt somehow wrong to be asking this woman
� Sands� wife � to feed him. Yet he was
fucking hungry, and she was offering.
�Sure. It�s not much of a problem,� she said, almost
as hesitant as he was. She didn�t know
how Sands would react to her cooking breakfast for her and Jeffrey, but she was
hungry and her Southern upbringing wouldn�t allow her to eat in front of him
without offering some food to him as well.
Hoping she wasn�t doing something stupid, Aida went into the kitchen,
somewhat relieved when Jeffrey stayed in the bedroom.
This is fucking awkward, Jeffrey thought
to himself, at a complete loss as to what to do with himself while she cooked. So he turned back to stare out the window,
determined to stay there until either breakfast was ready, or Sands woke up. Unfortunately, it seemed like the former was
going to come much sooner than the latter would. He made no move to look through the rest of
Aida�s apartment, he simply stayed put, trying to be patient. Looking down at his fourth cigarette since he
had awoken next to Aida�s side, he knew that he had already lost that battle. Come on
Sands, wake up and deal with this. Sands
just slept on as Jeffrey cursed.
Aida hummed softly
as she cracked several eggs and started cooking. She wondered how long it would be before
Sands woke up. She wanted to talk to
him, to enjoy his company after her near disastrous foray into his past the
night before. But she wanted to know him
� really know him � and that meant
digging into his past as far as he�d let her.
The eggs were done,
but Aida delayed calling Jeffrey. She
rummaged through the fridge and found some raspberries which she poured into a
bowl as the toast toasted. She buttered
the toast when it popped and got out her one jar of strawberry jam, in case
Jeffrey wanted it. She got out plates
and dished up the food, and eventually set it on the table. And then, left with no other choice than to
let the food go cold and inedible, she called to the bedroom, �The food is
ready.�
You bastard. If you�re fucking ignoring me to make me feel
awkward I�ll fucking make you pay for this. If Sands was there to respond, he gave no
reply. �Fuck,� Jeffrey murmured, walking
out of the bedroom and in the direction of Aida�s voice. The apartment wasn�t very big, but it was
nicer than he had been expecting. Not
that he�d tell her that though. He sat
down at the place she had set for him across from her slowly. �Uh, thanks,� he said slowly, not looking at
her as he grabbed the pepper off of the table and liberally coated the
scrambled eggs before taking a small bite. They were actually pretty good, but he figured
silence was best at this point. Fuck you, Sands.
She ate just as
silently, not sure how to act around Jeffrey.
His mood was never the same two days in a row, and the last time she�d
really spoken to him, he�d been trying to beat the crap out of her. At that memory, she surreptitiously slipped
her right hand into her lap.
�What are you
doing, kitty?� he asked, noticing a sudden movement out of the corner of his
eye. He was feeling awkward, and feeling
awkward put him on edge. A part of him
tried to explain that she was probably just reaching for a napkin, but he was
paranoid.
�My hand was cold,�
she murmured, �and I didn�t feel like putting it in my armpit.� She figured that was as good a cover as any.
Jeffrey actually
let out a small laugh at that before setting his fork down on his plate and
looking at her directly. �Look. This is fucking awkward and it�s driving me
insane. I don�t like you, I will probably never like you, but I will
attempt to get along. For vixen�s sake
if no one else�s. She doesn�t like it
when Sands and I argue, and one point of contention between us is you. So I figuret ift if we can at least tolerate each
other on the familiar fucking acquaintance level, that might solve a few
problems. Savvy?� he paused
thoughtfully. �I�m not sorry for trying
to kill you � I may regret the consequences, that�s all � but I won�t try again
unless you�ve crossed the line. And you�ll
know when that line�s about to be crossed because I�ll tell you.�
�How considerate,�
she murmured dryly, her voice full of sarcasm.
She picked at her eggs, her usually ravenous appetite starting to die
away as a result of the pills in her cabinet, or perhaps because of her
company. �I appreciate the offer,
however, something tells me that the best way for us to get along is to ignore
one another.� She was just going to
leave it at that, but a memory floated to the frontront of her mind; Jeffrey
had been there yesterday during that mess with Derek. Aida had the feeling that he�d just been
there for the havoc that had been caused, but he�d still defended her . . .
sort of. And she should probably acknowledge
that.
�About yesterday,�
she said softly. �I know you didn�t
really stick around for me, but I still appreciate it.�
Jeffrey actually
fidgeted in his chair and looked away from her. �It�s like this,� he said hesitantly. �I�m the only one who gets to treat you like
that, savvy? And he was a prick anyway.�
And what does that make you? she
wondered, but kept the question to herself.
Deciding she wasn�t
going to eat anything else, she got up and scraped her leftover food into the
trash before putting her dishes in the sink.
�If Sands wakes up . . . ?�
�I�m up, I�m up,�
Sands muttered grumpily. �You can stop
yelling at me now, you inconsiderate bastard,� he addressed Jeffrey with a
glare, rubbing at his eyes, every movement the slow motions of one who was
still half asleep.
�Whatever,� Jeffrey
said, taking one last bite of the eggs before leaving.
�You were having
breakfast with Jeffrey?� Sands asked after swallowing, a single eyebrow raised.
He wasn�t upset � not really � merely
curious.
Aida blushed, nodded,
and shrugged all in the same confused movement.
�It�d be rude not to offer,� she muttered, her eyes focusing on the
floor.
�If you say so,� he
said absently, finishing off the eggs Jeffrey had started irregardless. �Oh, and good morning, spitfire,� he said as
an afterthought once he had polished off the last of the scrambled eggs.
�Good morning,� she
murmured, turning to flee to the bedroom before either man could say anything
else to her. She didn�t know what to
think of Jeffrey and his declaration, and she didn�t know what to think of
Sands� cool greeting.
Sands watched her
flee with frown before getting up from the table and following behind her. �What�s wrong, spitfire? Did Jeffrey fucking say something to you? He�s not here at the moment, cowardly bastard,�
he asked with a glower.
�N-no,� she
stuttered, unreasonably nervous for reasons she couldn�t even begin to
imagine. �Nothing more disturbing than a
few things he�s said to me, and less than some others.� She paused before explaining what had really
pushed her over the edge. �Are you not a
morning person? Because you didn�t seem
very happy to see me.�
Sands grunted. �Mornings are for sleeping in. Does that answer your question? I�m always happy to see you, don�t get me
wrong. It�s just sometimes it take me
longer than others to show it,� he said with a slight shrug and a small smile,
trying to put her at ease.
�Alright,� she
whispered, stepping closer to him so she could wrap her arms around him. �I thought perhaps you were unhappy about the
questions I asked last night.�
Sands sighed. �I was, a little, but it�s hard to stay upset
with you for very long.�
�I just want to
know you better,� Aida said softly. �We
met and married so fast that sometimes I just become aware that you�re a
stranger to me for the most part. But I
also want you to know that if you don�t feel like answering a question I ask,
you don�t have to. I might not like it,
but I�ll try to understand.�
�You have more
questions?� he asked softly. He found he
didn�t really mind. �Monday,� she
said. �The weekend is coming up and they
use a private lab, not a state-funded one.�
Part of her was unhappy that she had to wait that long for results, but
another said that she wasn�t going to get any that would mean anything. She was fine.
�Alright,� Jeffrey
said. �I�m sure it�s nothing, like you
said, but thank you for going anyway,� he said slowly as a cab pulled up in
front of them.
�I don�t know why
you�re thanking me,� she said wryly, climbing into the cab as he held the door
for her. �You�re the one that got the
doc�s attention the most.�
�Stupid fucking
doctors,� he grumbled, moving in to sit next to her and closing the door.

And grilled salmon. Anything really.�
�Well, this is New
Orleans. Finding seafood shouldn�t be too difficult,�
he said with a slight smirk. myself for you if you don�t take me.�
�Hmm, I can�t think
of anyone I want to fucking kill right now, vixen, but I�ll keep that in mind. Something tells me seeing you fucking kill
someone one would turn me on even more than I am right now, and that�s saying
something.� He reached down his right
hand in-between her legs and ran his fingers up her slit. �Hmm, you�re right. You do seem to be fucking ready,� he drawled,
bringing his fingers back up and sucking them clean. �You taste like a fucking peach, vixen. I think you�re ready.� He could see the frustrated words on her lips
and silenced her once more with a bruising kiss before moving her arms upwards
to the headboard. �Hold on,� he said
slowly, before grabbing her hips and thrusting into her hard, his pace
immediately ruthless.
She keened as he
drove into her, struggling against his hold to buck against him, but he wasn�t
allowing her any movement at all. She
wanted so badly to let go and pull him to her, but didn�t want to risk having
her hands restrained.
He slammed into her
over and over again, making pant as her breath was driven from her body in an
unforgiving rhythm. �Yes . . . oh yes
lover . . . god . . . please yes.� But
even when he sped up, it wasn�t enough. �Deeper,�
she gasped.
Jeffrey was barely
aware of her pleas, but he heard the last one. �You can fucking let your hands down to brace
yourself, but you cannot touch me. If
you do, I�ll fucking make you sorry.� There was no joking in his tone, just pure
ruthless passion. He was in control of
this and that was how it was going to stay. When she had done as she was instructed, he
lifted her hips up off the bed and had her prove her flexibility by hooking a
leg around his neck to bring her body even closer to his. Once they were closer he did anything but ease
up. He could feel their pelvises
clashing together and he didn�t care. He
wanted this sex to be hard and rough. And
that was what he was getting.
Salida propped
herself up on her elbows, gasping as Jeffrey�s thrusts started to slam into her
cervix. Her head flew back and a scream
escaped her at the sensation. He was so
deep inside her, so brutal, so concentrated.
Her eyes crept open and she stared at him from under her eyelids; the
look of pure passion on his face was enough to make her come with another long
scream, louder than the first one.
�Music to my
fucking ears,� he sighed, looking down at her. �But not enough. I�m not nearly done with you yet, vixen. You�ll scream yourself fucking hoarse long
before I am.� With this promise, he
leaned over her and began to savage her neck-covering it with reddened marks
from his hungry mouth before pulling away with a gasp as his movement caused
him to bury himself within her marginally deeper. He was fucking close, but he wasn�t quite
there yet. He could still think straight
� barely � and in his book that meant he wasn�t even close to being finished
yet.
Her body was limp
on the bed with spent passion, her eyes closed, and her mind a million miles
away. She couldn�t remember having ever
come so hard in her life, and the fact that Jeffrey had never paused for her
had only drawn out the intense pleasure.
And now that she was coming back to herself, she realized that he was
still thrusting his body into hers, even harder and deeper than before. She groaned as she felt her body
automatically responding to him.
Her arousal didn�t
grow quickly. Her urgency from before
had died away, but she couldn�t resist the allure of her husband�s hard
body. The muscles in her belly slowly
began tightening again, preparing for another release. Her hands itched with the need to touch him,
and the moment she was able, she opened her eyes and asked, �Please, lover,
please let me touch you?�
�Fine,� Jeffrey
said curtly, giving no other reaction to her request. He merely kept thrusting into her, as hard and
as brutal as before. A dim thought that
she wasn�t going to be the only one as sore as hell once this was over
skittered across his mind but he paid it no attention. By then, any pain afterwards would have been
well worth it.
Salida didn�t have
the concentration it would take to arouse him with her touch, but she needed to touch him. With hands that trembled, she rested her
palms against his hot, sweaty skin, simply running them up and down his
arms. �Kiss me?� Oh god she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his tongue so deeply
inside her mouth that she thought it was her own. She needed his body to be over hers,
hovering, hiding, protecting.
Jeffrey moved down
to do as she asked, kissing her forcefully to match the actions of his hips. He
thrust his tongue into her mouth without warning, groaning slightly as she
accepted it without hesitation. He could feel his body tensing-wanting, no, needing release-but it didn't come. He didn't come. Not yet, anyway. But
god, he was fucking close.
When he�d leaned
forward, Jeffrey had taken some of his weight off her hips. Taking advantage of that fact, Salida started
moving as much as she could to meet his thrusts. She could tell he was close, and wanted him
to come, but didn�t think she�d be joining him this time around. Of course, if what he�d said before was true,
he might very well finish her off another way.
The movements of
her hips was what did him in. A shudder
went through his body as his control snapped, and he came as hard as he had
ever felt before, throwing his head back and yelling as loudly as Salida had. While her deep alto had made his ears ring
slightly and echoed throughout the bedroom and out through the open door into
the rest of the suite his yell practically made the walls shake. His yell immediately died off into a series of
gasping moans, as he kept coming into her, his head thrown back still and his
eyes rolled up in the back of his head slightly. Once he had finally given all he had to her, he
collapsed on top of her in a sweaty tangle of limbs, his body having gone limp.
That didn�t stop him from covering her
neck and face with soft kisses, however.
Feeling her husband
come inside her had thrown Salida�s arousal into a fever pitch, but she didn�t
complain. She laid motionless underneath
him, accepting his kisses and stroking his sweat-dampened back.
�Mmm. . .� Jeffrey
murmured, as content as cat lying in a warm patch of sunshine. �I�m not through with you yet though, vixen. As fucking wonderful as that was, I haven�t
lived up to all of the promises I made earlier. I will have to fucking rectify that at once,�
he said with a playful nod. He pulled
out of her with a slight wince, now certain that he�d be fucking sore tomorrow.
But who gave a fuck? It would still be worth it. It always would be. Dragging his hands over her sweat-slicked
body, he lowered himself until his head was right above her arousal. �I can fucking feel the heat rising off of
you, vixen. And god, you smell good.� He
ran his tongue along her slit slowly and licked the tip of her clit before
looking up to gauge her reaction.
Her hands were
white-knuckled and fastened in the sheets.
It took effort not to moan or writhe under his touch, although that�s
what she wanted to do. She could feel
his eyes on her, and she managed to make her own heavy lids flutter open. �I sh-should smell good,� she murmured. �I smell like you.�
�That you do,
vixen. And I suppose you�d taste like me
too. But I�m willing to bet your own,
pure, sexy-as-fucking-hell taste would win out every single fucking time. Let�s say we find out?� he said with a wicked
smirk before burying his face in her pussy just as he had said he would. He could indeed taste what he assumed to be
his own remnants from coming inside of her, but also the sweet tang that was
purely her. He lavished attention on her
clit as well, smiling wolfishly to hear her moans as he did so.
He was rapidly
pushing her to the edge. His mouth was
driving her insane. She could hear her
breath coming fast in her ears as she strained against him, trying to find relief
from the amazing sensations he was stirring inside her.
�Jeffrey,� she
gasped, her hands finding his way to his head and pressed him firmly against
her.she does.�
�Aren�t we a
fucking pair?� he asked wryly.
�Not at the moment,�
she said, a touch of humor in her voice.
Jeffrey titled his
head back just enough to give her a confused look, not catching the meaning
behind her words.
�Fucking. We�re a pair, but we�re not fucking at the
moment.�
Jeffrey let out a
snort at that. And I
like the thought of having a real home, not just a permanent address at a
hotel.�
�Mm . . . yes, that
does have a certain appeal. Until
tomorrow, vixen. Now shut the fuck up so
I can take a fucking nap. I�ve had a
long day,� he teased.
Her only answer was
to place a kiss on his shoulder, and then to rest her cheek against his head.
Jeffrey let himself
drift off to sleep, utterly content in her arms.
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