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Chapter List
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- 2-2
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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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lasslass=MsoNormal>�Ok, someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?� Sand yelled, but quieted his voice after
noticing that he was standing on the stairs. Taking a moment to regain his balance, he sat
down on the steps. �What the fuck?�
Jeffrey apparently had just left
mid-action. He had never quite done such
a thing before and the feeling unnerved him. �Jeffrey?� he called out. There was no response. Oh, he was still there alright, but whatever
he was doing, it wasn�t talking. �Spitfire?�
he called out, hoping that she was somewhere close, not noticing that she was
standing right behind him.
�Right here,� she
said softly, moving to sit next to him.
She didn�t look at him quite yet, knowing he was going to be furious
when he heard what had caused Salida�s little rampage.
�What the fuck just
happened? Where�s sunrise? Why the fuck is Jeffrey acting like a mute
zombie?� he asked rapidly, turning to look at her.
�Well . . . Salida
is upstairs . . . umm, asleep, and Jeffrey . . . he�s in shock I think.�
�In shock. . .�
Sands repeated slowly. �Why? What the fuck happened in there? The last thing I remember is hearing a scream,
and Jeffrey fucking pushing me to the curb and taking over. That�s it.�
�Well . . . Salida
was reacting badly to what I understand was unexpected news.� Aida was staring at her folded hands,
surprised that this was so hard to say.
�Just fucking say
it, spitf was pregnant and trying to get rid of it here and now.move.
�Where are you
going?� he asked in a somewhat dazed voice.
�Out.� What was she supposed to say? I can�t sit there and remember that you didn�t
want to have kids with me, but now you�re getting them anyway via a surrogate
mother? Who was not impregnated through artificial insemination, but through your
alter ego?
�And what's that
supposed to fucking mean? Out where?�
Sands asked with a deep frown, looking up at her.
�Just . . .
out. A walk around the block. I won�t go far.�
�You won't go far.
. .� Sands repeated. �Fine. Fuck it. Go to the fucking moon for all I care. You want to go out, I�m not going to fucking
stop you. I�ll be here with Jeffrey and
sunrise. One, big, fucked up and twisted
family, right?�
Isn�t that enough?� he muttered, still pacing.
�I know you need me,� she whispered. �But I look around, and every role that I
fill could be theoretically filled by someone else if you all weren�t so
dysfunctional.�
�I can�t fucking do
anything about that, Aida,� he said, the rate of his pacing increasing. �I didn�t fucking ask to be this way. I didn�t ask to beriedried to two fucking
people at the same time and yet aren�t. To
be sleeping with two women and yet I�m not. I didn�t fucking ask for any of this. I deal with it.� He halted his pacing and looked at her
seriously. �Can yospanspan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I�m asking, Aida. Because fuck, I barely can.�
�I don�t know,� she
said honestly. �What I do know is, I�m
married, and I refuse to be like my parents and walk out on my spouse.�
�Don�t . . . don�t
talk about that. Please. If you left me . . . just don�t,� he muttered,
sliding down to the floor with his back pressed against the wall. �I lied. I can�t fucking deal with this. This is so fucked up I don�t know where to
begin.�
�Well . . . start
with me,� she murmured, moving over to lean against his side.
�What do you mean?�
he muttered, more grateful for the . . . contact � the sane center his world
attempted to revolve around � right now than he could express.
�Remind me again
why I�m important?�spanspan>Her lips brushed
against his neck, not quite a kiss, but more than a caress.
�You keep me as
sane as I�m ever going to get,� he said seriously.
�Well, that�s nice
to know.� Her breath rushed over his
skin as she spoke. �Is that all?�
Sands let out a
mirthless chuckle at that. �That�s everything,� he muttered under his
breath. �You keep me here.� He let her make her own interpretations from
that. It was more than likely that they�d
all be true.
She pulled away,
pretending to be hurt. �Sure, other
women get compared to goddesses, and I get compared to a rusty,
barnacle-encrusted piece of metal.�
�You�re not a
goddess, you�re a nymph. I already told
you that,� he said absently. �Where are
you going?�
�I was a nymph when
I had a head full of hair,� she pointed out.
�Now I�m the ball and chain.� She
crossed her arms and turned her back, but didn't move away the slightest.
�A what? No you�re not. If you were just that I wouldn�t fucking keep
you around,� he said, reaching out a hand to grasp her shoulder and turn her
back to face him. A small smile was on
his face when he looked at her. It was
no doubt forced, but it was there. �I do
love you, Aida.�
Aida pursed her
lips. �Well, you�re not much of a
sweet-talker, but I suppose I could settle for being someone�s reason to live.� She let him pull her against his body
again. �A bit of poetry now and then is nice
tho He had made some calls and decided that
finding Salida a cat at a place like this might be easier than finding one at a
pet store. He didn�t quite understand
his own logic, he simply followed it. As
he walked along the rows of cages with pitiable animals in them, he stopped in
front of the one that seemed to be hissing at him.
Inside, a small calico
cat was not afraid of showing its dislike of him. The thing was practically hissing itself
breathless. Yeah, well, lots of fucking love to you too, cat.
�If someone doesn�t
take that cat soon, she�ll be put down,� came a woman�s voice from behind him.
�Put down? What do you mean? You�re just going to fucking kill it? Just like that?�
The woman
shrugged. �We don�t have room for all
the animals that are brought in to us � especially cats. This one has been here for six weeks and half
the volunteers are afraid to feed it.�
Jeffrey let out a
short laugh at that. �I think I can see
why. I�ll take her,� he muttered. �Is she . . . ready? I mean, I�ve never gotten a cat before. Do I need to do anything to it?� he asked,
turning to the woman and frowning.
The woman couldn�t
believe her ears. �We�ve given her the
shots she needs under the New Orleans
animal codes, and she�s been wormed and washed � none of which were pleasant
experiences. You�ll need to pick
supplies at a pet shop, but other than that she�s free to go.� She looked at Jeffrey, and then at the
cat. �You�re going to need something to
transport her in. I�ll see if I can find
a box.� �I�m going to go downstairs
and see if there�s anything to eat. I
don�t suppose you want anything?� he spoke softly, not wanting to startle his
wife nor her new pet.
Salida glanced over
her shoulder and shook her head, then turned back to her study of the cat. It was mostly white with patches of brown and
black. It had one grey eye and one white
eye, and (obviously) a temper. What am I going to do with you? she
thought as she watched it, forgetting about her husband.
Jeffrey sighed, but
left her alone with the cat. He didn�t
like being ignored, but there was nothing he could really do about it. The most he could do was to leave her alone
and hope she came out of this funk and back to him soon. He wasn�t fucking stupid enough to believe
that everything would ever be back to normal again, but he missed her already
and he wanted her back. If that fucking
cat didn�t help . . . he didn�t know what he�d do next.
Salida heard her
husband leave and felt a little bit guilty, but she didn�t try to go after him �
she didn�t have the energy to. As opposed to the cat, she thought. It was growling softly even as it ate, as if
it objected to being watched.
So defensive. So lonely. She wasn�t sure if she was talking about
herself or cat cat anymore, and she didn�t care to try to figure it out. While the animal was occupied with its meal,
Salida slowly slide a hand and arm under the bed. The tips of her fingers rested under the lip
of the plate, and she hoped that eventually that cat would become used to her
smell or something. She did want to touch it, like she�d wanted
to touch Sands and Aida�s cats, but this one was hers, and the chance to touch it wouldn�t be charity. If Jeffrey�s arms were any indication, it�d
be a hard earned gift.
clasclass=MsoNormal> Salida didn�t know
how long she laid on the floor, but it was enough for the sun to move across
the walls and for her to grow drowsy with inaction. She let her eyes close, and her breathing
slow. At some point she lost awareness
of the growling animal.
She was on the
verge of sleep when she felt something brush lightly across her hand. It took most of her concentration not to
twitch, and by that time, she was fully awake.
Opening in her eyes, she saw that the cat was smelling her; skittish and
never taking its eyes from her body, but smelling her nonetheless. She let it, waiting to see what it would do.
Another half hour
later, it was investigating her face, making warning noises anytime she
moved. Salida permitted it to run its
nose lightly over her skin, trying not to wrinkle her own nose as it rubbed its
rough tongue over her chin. Finally it
grew content that Salida wasn�t a threat, and it settled down at her side,
washing itself vigorously.
Still Salida didn�t
try to touch it � she�d let it fall asleep first. She was content just to watch it and feel it
brush against her now and then. Observing
it, she decided that while it wasn�t a kitten, it couldn�t be quite a year old
yet. I
need to think of a name for it.
Jeffrey just sat at
the top of the stairs and waited. Waited
for something, anything to happen. He
couldn�t go to his and Salida�s bedroom, he fucking felt like a stranger there.
Like he wasn�t wanted. That�s
probably the fucking truth, you know that, right? She blamed you first, remember? She probably still blames you. You fucking gave her the child she didn�t
want. I�m not surprised she�s not
talking to you. She probably fucking
h you you. And who could blame her? Jeffrey couldn�t just sit here and listen to
this, but what choice did he have? The
voice came from his own thoughts and fears. It didn�t matter that he didn�t want to hear
them and he couldn�t escape them. He
wished he could give her what she want an an abortion � but he couldn�t. For the first time in his life, he couldn�t
kill. He had never even hesitated before
over the many people he had killed, not once. But now? Now he couldn�t even allow some faceless doctor
to do the killing for him.
As a rule, he
generally didn�t give a fuck about abortion. Let the
fucked up bitches do what they want. It�s
not my problem. But this was. This was his kid. And he couldn�t let anything happen to it. Wasn�t she the wife of Othello? she wondered. But she couldn�t remember.
�Desdemona,� he
repeated. �Othello�s wife. Killed for supposed betrayal.� He shrugged. �I suppose it works. She�s your cat.�
�Not me,� she
whispered, suddenly anxious. �The cat,
not me.�
Jeffrey gave her a
somewhat sad smile. �I couldn�t do what
Othello did, even if you did betray me, vixen. I�d kill myself first. But I don�t believe woulwould betray me.�
�Did once,� she
whispered, shivering.
�What? What do you mean, vixen?� he asked with a
frown, feeling a piece of his heart break off and crumble to ash within his
chest.
�When Sands . . .�
she waved a hand. �That was my one
mistake. I don�t get another.�
�Oh.� He didn�t know what else to say than that.
�You said,� she
reminded him.
�Yeah, I did,� he
said softly, staring across the room, wishing he hadn�t. He had almost forgotten that delightful little
. . . incident . . . until she had reminded him of it.
That was why she
knew she didn�t have a choice in having this child. Jeffrey had told her how things were going to
be, and if she crossed him, who knew what would happen. �Sorry.�
She hadn�t meant to bring up such a depressing subject.
�Forget it. It�s ok,� he muttered, trying to will himself
in some semblance of happiness again. It
wasn�t an easy task, but then he reminded himself that she was at least talking
to him again, and it grew a little easier. �Thank you,� he muttered.
�For what?� She hadn�t done anyone any favors lately . .
. except perhaps for feeding Des.
�For talking to me,�
he muttered, turning to look at her.
�It hurts,� she
admitted softly. �My fault again.�
�What hurts? Talking?� he asked, keeping his voice as soft
as hers, still looking at her, but not moving.
�Not talking.� All the
things we�re not talking about.
�Yeah. It does,� he said slowly.
�I�m trying.� Her eyes raised from the bed and the cat to
meet his. She was worried that her
trying wasn�t enough.
He met her eyes and
felt his brow furrow with his frown. �I
appreciate that,� he murmured, not looking away from her, as if by doing that
she would somehow disappear.
�I . . . I know I�m
not . . . but I feel alone,� she whispered, face flushing in shame. He�d told her so many times that he wouldn�t
leave her, but she couldn�t quite believe it for some reason.
�You shouldn�t. I�m right here,� he murmured softly, still
staring at her. �Tell me what I can do
to make you believe that I�m not fucking going anywhere, and I will. Whatever it takes.�
�Time.� She knew that the only thing that could prove
that to her was time. Nine months or
more.
�How much time?�
She shook her head
and turned away again. Des� two-toned
gaze was fixed on them resentfully. Sorry, she silently told the cat.
�Alright. Time. As
much as it takes,� he murmured, turning away from her to stare across the room
again.
Salida felt tears
prick her eyes; she was a dismal failure as a wife and mother.
�Do you still want
me to stay?� heed sed softly, not knowing what else to I can�t keep fucking doing this, he thought to himself grimly. It was a selfish thought, but he couldn�t help
it. She needed him right now, whether
she admitted it or not. And he was
willing to give her everything if she wanted, and nothing if she didn�t. pan>pan>But what about him? He couldn�t keep serving a wife that didn�t
seem to love him like a puppy. A wife
who couldn�t even talk to him anymore. He
just couldn�t. He wasn�t that strong. He needed her too. But he said none of this. He merely crawled up into bed with her, not
bothering to undress at all, and wrapped his arms around her and held her
tight. �Sleep, vixen. I�ll be here when you wake if that�s what you
want.� He also couldn�t keep staying up
all night to watch her, but he couldn�t help it. A little sleep deprivation he could deal with.
He couldn�t deal with something
happening to her.
Salida trembled,
too wound up to sleep for some time.
Words crowded into her mind, so many that she�d never be able to say or
explain them all. She knew she was being
selfish, and she knew she was hurting her husband, but she couldn�t stop. But she could say the one thing that was
choking her in its intensity.
�I love you,� she
managed to whisper, right before the sobs that�d been building up since
yesterday broke free. �I love you, I
love you, I love you,� she managed to get out through the painful bursts. Her hands curled in her shirt, and her body
leaned into his. She was hot �
overheated actually � but she couldn�t move away.
Jeffrey just bowed
his head into the crook of her neck and held it there with a soft mixture
between a sad moan and a sigh. �I love
you too, vixen. God, I love you so
fucking much.�
�Just tell me what
will make you happy,� she whispered some minutes later, tears still running down
her face.
�Seeing you happy again.
Watching you laugh. Watching you be playful. Just seeing you fucking smile,� he murmured,
his face clenched in sw. Jeffrey didn�t
trust himself to respond � he had never felt more weary than he did right now �
he just held her closer and breathed in the scent of her hair. �I love you, Salida,� he whispered into her
shoulder, thankful when his voice didn�t crack. He took a deep breath to settle himself as
best he could and pulled away to look at her.
She opened her
mouth to say something, but a loud hissing from behind her interrupted
her. She turned to look, but before she
could, the newly christened Desdemona had launched herself onto Salida�s chest,
and she was hissing furiously at Jeffrey.
lasslass=MsoNormal> Jeffrey started
violently and pushed himself away from the hissing cat, his eyes wide and his
heart racing. He had just barely managed
not to pull his knife on the new cat and slice it then and there. �What the fuck?� he gasped, his eyes locked on
the hissing cat.
Salida just stared
at it, as wide-eyed as Jeffrey was. With
a trembling hand, she reached up to stroke her pet, and the cat subsided into
growls. �Try to touch me,� she told
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey just looked
at her as if she was insane before nodding and reaching out a slightly
trembling hand to Salida�s shoulder.
The cat immediately
started hissing again. Realizing what
was wroSaliSalida started to laugh, even if it sounded a bit forced, and on the
edge of hysteria. Something like a starving
person finding out they�d been trapped in a bakery.
�What the fuck are
you laughing about? Your fucking cat�s a
psycho!� Jeffrey murmured, not catching the irony of his statement.
�You picked her
out,� she replied. �Why are you
surprised that she�s not only psycho but jealous as well?� The laughs were surprisingly hard to stop.
�Not funny, vixen. Tell your fucking cat to cut it out. It�s not like I�m going to fucking hurt you. And I�ve already got clawed up once. I don�t intend to be again.�
�Hear that, my pet?�
Salida gasped. �You need to learn to
share.� Des merely growled, but her
claws did retract.
You�re all that matters.� You and
our child.
�Too fast,� she
murmured, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Her skin was shuddering under his hands,
sending unpleasant waves of sensation across her body.
�I�m sorry,� he
said, stilling his hands and pulling them away from her. �I�m impatient, and you�re sexy in the rain. I can�t help it,� he muttered with a small
smile.
She laughed,
although it sounded forced. �God, I�m
sorry,� she whispered. �I really don�t
mean to be difficult.�
�It�s alright, I�ll
live. Don�t be sorry,� he murmured,
holding her chin up to look at him. �You
want me to go slow, I will. Just . . . remind
me if I start going too fast.�
�Alright.� Salida fought to slow down her rampaging
heart. Jeffrey had promised to be gentle
with her, to listen to her, to go slow for her, but her body was still in a
state of emergency. Her mind knew she was
safe, but her muscles and lungs didn�t quite believe it. After all, she now knew firsthand what all
this sex could lead to.
�What would you
like me to do? Tell me what you want me
to do, vixen and I will,� he said softly. He needed the direction or else he knew he
would start going faster again and she didn�t want that.
Panic beat at her,
but she forced it down. She didn�t know
what she wanted, and that�s what part of her fear stemmed from. If she could decide, if she could just pick
up a part of her normal life, everything else would fall into line. Not quickly, but eventually. She couldn�t go on being scared and
uncomfortable around her husband; she couldn�t go on robbing herself of her
greatest strength.
Stomach tightening,
she whispered, �Kisses. Kisses just as
light as the rain that's falling.�
�Ok,� he said with
a small smile, leaning over her slowly, not touching her with anything but his
mouth. He kissed everything he could
reach; her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, everything. Jeffrey just kept
kissing her. And he would continue to do
so until she made some motion that she wanted more or asked for something else
from him. With her laying down he was
able to kiss a path along her body, starting with her shoulders and working his
way slowly down, trying to ignore the sight of her hardened nipples through her
shirt. He kissed her shoulders, her
chest and stomach through her shirt. He
tried to not pay special attention to her stomach and the life he now knew was
growing inside of her � he didn�t want to make her feel any more uncomfortable
than she was already � but it was hard.
�I�m going to get
fat,� she murmured, laughing slightly at such a trivial concern.
Jeffrey looked up
at her with a quirked eyebrow. �Yeah,
pregnant people tend to do that. But if
you think that I�ll care or somehow love you less, you�re fucking mistaken. I�ll always think you�re the most beautiful
and sexy woman on the planet, no matter what. You may not believe it, but it�s true.�
�I�m going to get
stretch marks!� All thoughts of romance
fled her mind as she started obsess. �Cellulite,
swollen ankles, sore back, a double � no, triple chin . . .� She flung an arm over her eyes and groaned.
�You�re a fool if
you think any of that will matter to me, Salida,� he said seriously.
�What if they
matter to me?� she asked softly. �So
many things have happened e the that I�ve had no control over. Maybe that�s why I�m scared.�
�But they shouldn�t
matter to you, vixen. You�ll be
beautiful still. And there are some
things in life you just have no fucking control over. It�s not fucking fair, but it�s the truth. I�m sorry that you haven�t always had control
over your life, but I refuse to be sorry that you got pregnant, vixen,� he said
softly. �I�m sorry that it�s driven a
fucking wedge between us, but I�m not sorry about the child.� He pulled away from her then and looked
upwards at the dark sky, rain splashing off his face, figuring that she wouldn�t
want to take things any further now that their conversation had come to this .
. . particular topic.
�What am I supposed
to do with a baby?� she asked. �I�ve
never beenund und children. What if I
hurt it by accident? Because I didn�t
know any better?� Her voice
dropped. �I don�t think I�d be able to
forgive myself.�
�There have been
quite a lot of fucking first-time parents in the world, vixen.,� he whispered,
his eyes closed and his head still tilted back to meet the rain. �You won�t be the first, nor las last that
doesn�t have a fucking clue. That�s what
they make all those fucking baby books you see in the book stores for, right?�
�But babies are so
innocent . . . I don�t want to be responsible for ruining that.�
�So?� He let out a short laugh then. �We all started out innocent at some point,
vixen. We all lose that innocence. That�s not necessarily a parent�s fault. It�s the way of the world.�
�No,� she said emphatically. �I want better than that for . . . for our
child.�
�Then you�ll do
better,� he said simply, looking over at her again, rain dripping down his
face.
The dark made these
things easier to talk about. �You really
. . . you really want this child?�
�Yes. I don�t fully understand why, but yes I do,
Salida. I really do,� he said slowly.
She wanted so badly
to ask him why, but he�d admitted he hadn�t known, so settled on something
else. �What do you want it to be?�
That was a hard
question. �I don�t know. The minute I k I k I do, like I start thinking
about how I would want to have a son, then I start thinking about how I might
like having a daughter.� He hesitated
then and seemed to really think about it. �I think I would want a daughter,� he looked
away, feeling embarrassed for some reason.
�Why?� Salida needed to ask these questions so
badly, needed the answers to make her feel whole again.
�Cause she�d be
beautiful just like you,� he said softly. �And because I know the instant I saw her she�d
have me wrapped around her fucking little finger,� he almost grumbled.
Salida irrationally
wanted to object to being beautiful, but she kept her mouth shut.
After a few
seconds, she murmured, �I�m not going to lie and say I want this kid, but I
think that given enough time, I could
want it.�
�That�s all I can
ask for,� he said with a small smile, not letting himself hope. He then just sat there in the rain for a
moment before turning to her. �Do you
want to go inside?� he asked softly, figuring she wasn�t in the mood for play
any longer.
�No,� she
whispered. �I miss being with you. If we go inside, I have to remember all the
things that go with being responsible, and I don�t want to. Not yet.�
Jeffrey nodded. �What do you want me to do?� he asked slowly,
trying to put his arousal out of his mind.
�Well . . . picking
up where you left off wouldn�t be a bad idea.�
Salida was still anxious, but mixed in with that was a desire to see if
he still found her attractive.
Jeffrey just
blinked at her, not believing his ears. He
had been envisioning a cold shower just a minute ago. �Alright,� he said softly, not entirely
managing to keep the relief out of his voice. �Where did I leave off?� he asked, moving to
lean over her body again, but not kissing her yet.
�The baby.� She knew he was fascinated by the life inside
her, and she wished that she could somehow soak in that enthusiasm. She didn�t want to resent or hate her own
child.
an>Jan>Jeffrey looked at
her for a long moment before rolling up the edge of her soaked shirt to reveal
her slightly rounded stomach. �I�d been
meaning to tell you earlier, but there was never the right time. . . I didn�t think you should work so hard to lose
the weight you had gained before I knew . . . what it was. I thought and still do think you�re even more
beautiful now than before,� he said softly, staring at her intently to let her
know that he was being completely honest before laying an almost reverent kiss
on her abdomen. �I like your curves,
they�re . . . more feminine somehow. Sexy,�
he murmured, kissing her sides and then moving back to her stomach and dipping
his tongue into her belly button to lick at the collected water there. Once he had done that, he whispered his love
for her again before looking up at her face to judge her reaction to all of
this.
She�d stiffened in
fury, her hands clenching into fists. I k. . . . . what it was. How could he say that? How could he?
He�d known, he�d known, he�d
known. �You knew?� Her voice was flat.
Jeffrey pulled away
from her then with a frown, seeing the reactions pass over her face. �Knew
what, vixen?� he asked, completely confused as to what had set her off.
�The weight. You said you knew what it was. That you�d known for awhile.�
�Whoa, hold the
fuck up a second, I didn�t say that. I
had no fucking clue that you were pregnant, vixen,� he halted his words,
frantically trying to remember exactly what he had said. �Fuck, I didn�t mean that I knew that you were
pregnant. I swear I fucking didn�t. I meant that it wasn�t weight and therefore
you couldn�t lose it. So it was
pointless for me to tell you not to try to. To lose it. The weight,� he tried to clarify. �Understand? I had no fucking idea you were pregnant until
kitty found the test and told me.�
clasclass=MsoNormal> Salida relaxed
minutely. �You promise?�
�I fucking swear,
vixen. I was completely clueless.�
She let out a long breath
she hadn�t known she�d been holding. �I�m
sorspanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I�m just really . . . sensitive
at the moment.�
�I think you�re
fucking entitled,� Jeffrey said with a shrug, relieved that she wasn�t angry
with him.
�I don�t want to be
entitled. Being such a bitch makes me
feel like shit.�
�Sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?� he
asked honestly, wanting to help.
�I don�t know. It seems like the best I can hope for at the
moment is to take my mind off all this.
And>And perhaps we�ll succeed before the sun rises.� It was a small joke, but a joke all the same.
�Perhaps,� Jeffrey
said with a small smile. �Either that,
or before the rain stops,� he said, looking up into the dark sky at the rain
that didn�t seem to be stopping any time soon. �Do you want me to keep kissing you like
before?�
She nodded. �It�s relaxing at least.� A dry laugh escaped her, �And do do I need
it.�
Instead of
responding, he merely leaned over her stomach and began kissing her again. He moved up her chest and kissed her still
shirt-covered breasts as briefly as he could manage before taking one of her
hands in his and kissing his way down her arm, pausing to suck on each of her
fingers slowly before doing the same to her other arm. Still he was whispering �I love you, Salida,�
after every second or third kiss. He
moved down her waist, again hesitating over the area between her legs, but
moved away after a few seconds and kissed his way down one leg before kissing
his way back up the other.
This was nice, but
Salida was feeling awkward, as if they were beating around the bush. And she couldn�t stand feeling that way.
Reaching down with
one hand, she tangled her fingers in her husband�s wet hair, and tugged him up
so they were face to face. Her eyes
studied his, briefly and seriously before she pulled hown.own. Her lips met his hesitantly, shyly, as if
they were together for the first time.
Self-conscious, she trembled under Jeffrey�s body as she kissed him
slowly and lightly.
Jeffrey couldn�t
believe how thankful he was for a single kiss from his wife. He had missed this. Their wild and rough passion in bed and gentle
time in the bathtub seemed like it had been a fucking lifetime ago. He let her kiss him, and responded as slowly
as she was moving, but he wanted more. He pressed his tongue against her closed lips
in invitation, hoping that she�d accept. He understood her need to go slow, but with
the way he was hovering on top of her, propped up on his elbows and kissing her
made him want to take things further. And
quickly. He was an impatient and utterly
aroused man nearly lying on top of his wife. He wanted her. Now. But he would continue to take things slow if
that�s what she wanted.
After taking a few
seconds to think about it, Salida parted her lips. Jeffrey�s tongue entered her mouth a bit
faster than she would have liked, and she pulled away as much as the ground
under her head would let her.
Jeffreyt het her
pull away and immediately slowed himself, not wanting to stop kissing her. He kept the kiss slow, and gentle, caressing
her lips and the inside of her mouth with his tongue. When air became an issue, he pulled away and
looked at her. �I�m sorry if I went too
fast, vixen.�
�I�m sorry for
being so skittish. It�s not like you�re
going to get me pregnant or something.�
The joke fell flat. �God, I�m
sorryp>
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�Why are you sorry?
Don�t be,� he promised her, keeping his
face genuine. Inside, where he hoped she
wouldn�t see, he was more than a little saddened that his wife seemed to be
fearful around him. His wife that could
be every bit as passionate and rough during their coupling as he could. He missed that part of her. Now, it seemed like she was some kind of
blushing bride on her honeymoon, which obviously wasn�t the case since the
blushing e wae was knocked up with her husband�s child. �Don�t be sorry. Just kiss me again. Please.�
She did as he
asked, and pulled him back down to her.
Another soft kiss passed as she played with his hair and stroked his
face. Then, determined to be at least a
little normal, she slipped her tongue past his teeth, caressing the silky walls
of his mouth and slowly inviting him to kiss her in return.
He did so without
hesitation, first kissing her deeply and then pulling away to nibble and suck
on her bottom lip gently before kissing her deeply again, whispering his love
for her in every free breath.
Salida could feel
herself relaxing. Her heart was still
pounding, but the rhythm had changed from agitated to the first stirrings of desire. The rain still poured down, Jeffrey�s body
sheltering her from some of it and dripping on her at the same time. She didn�t know how long they kissed, but
when he finally pulled away she opened eyes she couldn�t remember closing and
look up at him through her eyelashes.
�What is it?� he
gasped somewhat breathlessly as she looked at him. �What�s wrong?� He didn�t know what could be wrong. He hoped nothing was. He had been doing everything she had fucking
asked.
She laughed, but
there was no joy in it. �How long have I
been pissed off that you automatically expect it?� she asked. She�d been content, but now her heart
ached. Ached for what she was putting
her husband through.
�Sorry. Call me paranoid.� He hesitated before speaking again. �You�re not mad at me, then? And it hasn�t been that long,� he shrugged. �It may seem like a long time sometimes, but
it really isn�t.�
�No . . . I�m not
mad at you.� Mad at herself,
certainly. Jeffrey didn�t deserve to be
treated so poorly.
�Then . . . what is
it?� he asked with a confused half frown.
This isn�t going to happen tonight. �Well, I was perfectly content right up until
you asked me what was wrong, as if something should be wrong, and now I�m mad at myself for making you think
that something should always be wrong and that you�re the one I blame.� She paused and took a breath. She opened her mouth to speak, closed,
swallowed, and tried again. �You�re not.� Not for
anything.
�Who says? Go ahead and blame me. I�m
the one who�s forcing you to have a kid you don�t want, remember? It�s not like I have to carry it around for
nine months, now is it? I�m the one who got you pregnant in the
first place, vixen. Go ahead and blame
me. You�d be right to.�
Her face crumpled. �If I had
something to do, it�d be a different matter.�
Weariness was making her mind dull.
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes at her comment and leaned down and nipped her on the underside of her chin.
He was tired of being gentle. �I think I should be offended by that, vixen,�
he said dryly, but a smirk was tugging at his lips.
Her eyebrows
raised. �Oh really?� she murmured. �I take it you�ve got some plan to keep me
awake?� Her hands moved to his
shoulders, kneading them through the damp material.
�I�ve always got a
plan,� he said, the smirk that had been slowly forming now firmly fixed on his
face. He began kissing her again like
before, but while before he had been slow and gentle, now he was passionate and
a little playful, licking the rain droplets off of her skin as often as he
kissed. After doing that for a few
minutes he cast a brief glance up to her and then lowered his mouth to her
chest and began to suck her left nipple through her shirt.
Salida gasped, and
stiffened under his lips, although she quickly relaxed again. Her hands both pushed and pulled on his head
as she tried to control the wave of heat that was washing though her. Somehow by not giving her time to think, Jeffrey
had dodged past all her hesitations. She
let out an aborted moan when he scraped the trapped nipple with his teeth.
Jeffrey, upon
hearing that moan, felt a tension leaving his shoulders that he didn�t know had
been there. His wife was a far cry from
the vixen she was, but it was a ste the the right direction. He forcibly pulled his head away from her and
rolled up her shirt all the way and latched onto her now bare nipple again,
thankful that she had forgone a bra. He
rolled her nipple between his teeth for a while before moving to her other and
giving it the same treatment. He wanted
to touch her, but he didn�t have a free hand at the moment, so he let himself
enjoy her hands on his head and back until he could return the favor.
Jeffrey was moving
quickly, but Salida found she enjoyed the sensation of being unable to
retaliate or adjust to him. He pulled
her up a bit so he could slip her shirt over her head, and she allowed him to. His hand slid under her pajama pants to knead
her butt, and she sighed. His mouth
returned to hers, and she welcomed him back.
He was kissing her
blindly now, moving from her mouth to nip at her neck and throat and back again
in a somewhat frenzied pace. He felt
himself rocking against her, his arousal hard and waiting for her, but he would
need a little help with that. He cursed
his broken hand for the hundredth time and spoke softly, his voice thick with
lust. �I don�t want to move my one good
hand to undo my pants so you�re going to have to do it.� This wasn�t really a request, and he would do
it himself if she hesitated for too long.
Salida moaned as
his words brought her back from the featureless sea of arousal she�d been
floating in. She didn�t want to undo his
pants. She wanted to be what amounted to
an observer; she wanted him to do all the work while she reaped the benefit,
but now he was being difficult.
Jeffrey saw her
hesitating and sighed, pulling his right hand out from under her and moving
back away from her on his knees. Instead
of grabbing at his own pants, he moved down to grab her pant legs. With a somewhat wicked smirk, he pulled her
wet pants down off her legs, bearing her now completely naked body to the dark
and to the rain. �Beautiful,� he
murmured. �And mine,� he said a little
louder. Loud enough for her to hear.
�You, my husband,
are going to have to learn how to share.�
�Yeah, maybe so. But you�re mine now,� he said with a smirk,
pulling his sodden t-shirt over his head and adding it to the pile of wet
clothes and then sitting back so that he could remove his own pants. He moved himself above her but didn�t thrust
into her. Instead, he began kissing her
again and ran the length of his arousal along her slit, letting out a short
moan at the sensation. �Ready or not, I�m
going to come pretty soon regardless, vixen,� he murmured with a smirk, looking
at her to see if she was ready.
She smiled slightly
at his � very bad � pun. �Well, when you
put it that way, you sweet talker, you . . .�
His smirk widened into
a grin and he leaned over to simultaneously kiss her and thrust into her,
moaning through the kiss at the contact, but not separating.
Salida shivered at
the invasion, and her hands tightened on his shoulders, but she forced herself
to relax. She hadn�t realized that she'd
been that unprepared, and with any luck, Jeffrey hadn�t either. Besides, his movements were starting to feel
good.
Jeffrey had felt
her shudder, but put it out of his mind when she didn�t stop kissing him. Only when the need for air became a necessity
did he pull away. Still half propped up
on his elbows, his hands found her shoulders and he used them for leverage as
his thrusts sped up. �I-love-you-Salida,�
he grunted between each thrust.
She sighed and
smiled, her lower body starting to respond without her direction.
Feeling her respond
kicked his arousal into overdrive and Jeffrey could feel his climax beckoning. He supposed it shouldn�t have surprised him
that he was this close to coming this fast � they had had quite a long . . . foreplay
session � but he was. �Oh fuck . . . I
don�t understand how you�re able to do this to me so easily,� he said to her,
each word punctuated by either a gasp, a grunt, or a moan before burying his
face in her neck and kissing whatever he could reach. He hadn�t come � yet � but he knew he wouldn�t
last much longer.
She grinned this
time. Wrapping her arms around his neck,
she pulled him close and kissed his shoulder.
�Let go, Jeffrey.� Her hands
stroked over his rain-dampened back in broad sweeps. �Let go.�
Jeffrey didn�t want
to � not yet � but he found he didn�t seem to have a choice. His body tensed right before he came, and he
threw his head back as much as he could while she was holding him tightly and
moaned, the sound swallowed by the sound of the rain. His moan trailed off into almost painful
sounding grunts as his hips kept thrusting into her as his orgasm was spent. When he was finally done, he brought his head
back on her shoulder, not really able to do anything else due to momentary
complete exhaustion, and the fact that she was holding him tightly enough to
not allow much leverage.
Content and feeling
rather warm and fuzzy, Salida smiand and closed her eyes, nuzzling her face
into Jeffrey�s shoulder.
�I love you, vixen,�
he whispered, content to not move if she didn�t want to. The rain was beginning to sting hack,ack, but
he hardly felt it. He was too wrapped up
in the sensations of the woman around him to put much focus on anything else. Or to even care.
�Mmm . . . love you
too.� Any she she shifted her weight,
she could hear the ground squelching under them. �When you�re ready, can we go inside?�
Jeffrey sighed but
nodded. �Let�s go in now. The rain�s beginning to fucking hurt anyway,�
he muttered, pulling himself up and out of her. He moved to sit beside her and grabbed the
pile of clothes and handed her a shirt. �My suggestion would to be just go naked, but
you�re far more . . . tactful than I am,� he said wryly.
She sighed, put shimmied
into the wet garment, grimacing as it stuck to her like a clammy second
skin. �Let�s just get inside so I can
put on something dry.�
He rose to his
feet, not bothering to get dressed himself and offered his left arm so she
could pull herself up. When she had, the
two of them ran, squelching through the mud into the house. �I hate fuc fucking mud,� Jeffrey muttered,
wiping much of it off as he could on the welcome mat before entering the house.
However, Salida was
right there waiting for him, her arms open.
He walked straight into them, and she leaned her weight on him. �I�m tired,� she complained.
�And I suppose you
want me to fucking do something about that, right?� he said wryly, before
hoisting her up in his arms. �At least
this way only one of us will track fucking mud through the house,� he muttered,
kissing her briefly on the forehead before making his way toward the stairs. He wouldn�t be able to carry her forever � he
noticed the weight she had gained but managed not to comment on it � but he
would do so for as long as he could and she wanted him to.
Salida rested her
head against his shoulder, and sighed.
She knew she probably shouldn�t have insisted for the ride considering
the condition of his arms, but she was tired and she didn�t care. But she still made the effort to sound
concerned. �Don�t hurt yourself.�
�I�ll try my best,�
he drawled, mounting the stairs up to their bedroom. �Just let me know before hand if you fucking
see one of the cats. How the fuck can you
go from never even owning a cat to having three in two fucking days?� he
muttered to himself as he made it to the stop of the stairs and turned to walk
down to their bedroom.
�Mmm . . .� She meant that to be translated into, Of course I�ll watch out, but she really
had no intention of doing so. Her eyes
were already slipping shut, and it was a struggle to keep her arms around her
husband�s shoulders so she could take more of her weight off his arms.
Jeffrey just rolled
his eyes at that and stopped inside their bedroom. �Your destination, milady. You want the fucking bed, or do you want to
get changed and dried off, first? It
doesn�t make any fucking difference to me.�
She shuddered at
the thought of getting mud on her new sheets.
�Bathroom. I want to towel off as
much as I can.�
Jeffrey nodded and
carried her into the bathroom, trying to put aside the memories that were
already attached to the otherwise completely innocuous room like parasites. He set her down on the closed toilet seat after
a moment's trouble and then handed her a dry towel and grabbed one for himself
as well. �I wasn�t supposed to get these
wet. . .� he muttered, looking down at the still angry looking black stitches
showing through the scraps of wet gauze that had somehow survived the rain. �Oh well,� he said with a shrug, not really
caring.
�If anything is
wrong you can get them looked at when Aida goes in for her next treatment
tomorrow,� she murmured. �You�ll be
there anyway.�
�Are you going to
go?� he asked softly, not knowing if this was a safe subject to bring up yet or
not, but wanting to know.
She let out a dry
laugh. �No. I�m going to call Dr. LaCroix back and see if
she�s got the name of a good OB-GYN. I�ll
try to have an appointment by the end of the week.� Now that she�d accepted what was happening to
and inside her body, she wanted to know exactly what she was dealing with.
�Alright,� he said
softly, not knowing what else to say. He
turned his attention back to his injuries, unwrapping all the wet gauze
awkwardly with his broken left hand as best as he could. Once he had done that he dried off the areas
gently with the towel, put some of the ointment he had been given to prevent
infection on both, and turned to Salida, unable to do this part alone. �Don�t suppose you could help your poor,
wounded husband out with re-wrapping his hand and arm, could you, wife?� he
asked slowly, looking innocent.
�If I can�t look
innocent, than neither can you,� she murmured, reaching for the roll of gauze. She was tender with him, taking time to make
sure the bandages were snug enough not to move around and rub at the stitches,
but loose enougt tot to press down on them either. �There you go, lover.�
Jeffrey felt a grin
split his face in two as he heard her use that particular nickname for him
again. As soon as he did however, he
felt a bit foolish and looked away. �Thanks.
You dry?>
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�Enough.� She stood and stripped off her shirt. Reaching for a nearby cabinet, she pulled out
a dry shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. �Did
you grab our other clothes?�
�Uh, they�re in a
nice pile beside the backdoor. Forgot,�
he said, pulling out a pair of boxers for himself.
�S�ok. They�ll wait.� Wearily, she walked out into the bedroom and
flopped down on the unmade bed.
Something near her started growling, and she opened one eye and looked
at it. �Hello to you too, sweetie.�
�I�m not sleeping
in the same bed with that psycho cat,� Jeffrey insisted, pulling on the boxers
and following after her.
�You�re the one that got her for me,� she
pouted, not wanting to kick the cat out.
�And I sleep with you.�
�I plead temporary
insanity,� he muttered, giving Desdemona a look. �Fine. But
if she so much as swipes a paw at me, she�s sleeping on the floor. And hardy fucking har, vixen.�
�Be nice to my cat.� The bottom lip came out even farther.
�Tell your cat to
bce tce to me!� he protested childishly.
�She�s just
scared. Once she�s used to all of us, I
bet she�ll calm down. Isn�t that right?�
she asked the cat, reaching over to scratch its ears. The growling stopped and she moved to settle
herself on Salida�s chest. �Or you could
always resort to steak.�
Jeffrey just
muttered under his breath and climbed into bed next to her and the cat, keeping
a close eye on Desdemona. �I won�t mess
with her if she doesn�t mess with me,� he bargained, pulling the sheets up to
his waist. �And we�ll see about the
fucking steak.�
Salida shooed the
cat off her chest as it started to growl again.
There was a thump as it hit the floor, and Salida thought she heard it
take up residence under the bed.
Sighing, she rolled
over and rested her cheek on Jeffrey�s shoulder. �Are we fixed yet?�
�I hope so,�
Jeffrey said softly, wrapping an arm around her back and hold her close. �I really fucking hope so.�
�Promise you won�t
give up on me over the next few months?�
�I promise. I�m a stubborn son of a bitch, and you�re not
going to be able to get rid of me that easily,� he said with a small smile
before growing serious. �You don�t even
have to worry about that, vixen. I�ll
stay by your side. No matter what.�
�Remind me if I
forget?� She sounded very young asking
that.
�I will,� he said,
kissing her on the forehead again. �Get
some sleep, vixen.ot;
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