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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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Jeffrey woke up with a yawn, wondering how he had fallen
asleep and where the fuck he was. He
opened his eyes and saw white. Rubbing a
hand over his face he realized that the white was a curtain-like thing
surrounding the bed. The bed that had
Aida in it. He moved to sit up away from
her with a frown. Is this fucking Sands� room? Since
when does it have stairs? Where the fuck
am I? Where the fuck is vixen?! Jeffrey
shot out of bed and moved up the stairs into the main room. His eyes widened as he was confronted by the
ocean view. Must be in a fucking hotel on the coast. Fuck. They
could have at least warned me before running off. I�d better call vixen and let her know I�ve
been shanghaied. He moved to the
grab the phone but paused when he saw a blank pad of stationary placed next to
the phone to write down messages. It
read, the Hawaii Prince Hotel. Jeffrey
read it again. The words didn�t change. �What the fuck is going on here?!� he yelled
at the top of his lungs.
Aida shot up in
bed, immediately awake, and not sure she wanted to be. Jeffrey wasn�t facing her at the moment, but
she didn�t to to risk moving all the same.
�What the fuck are
you screaming about-oh, I see you know where we are,� Sands muttered, coming
awake when Jeffrey had yelled.
�Tell me this is a
fucking joke and I won�t have to kill you,� Jeffrey seethed, his voice cold.
�It�s not a joke,
and by killing me you�d be killing yourself so I don�t think you�re going to do
that,� Sands said slowly.
�You�re in
goddamned, fucking Hawaii?!
Where the fuck is vixen?!� Jeffrey
yelled again.
�She�s still in :pla:place>New
Orleans, as far as I know,� Sands said with a shrug.
�You left her.� Jeffrey�s voice was calm, something that
worried Sands more than a little. �She�s
still at home and you and kitty are in Hawaii.�
�That�s . . . right,�
Sands said slowly. He would have been
backing away from Jeffrey right now if such a thing had been possible. �But she�ll be fine. We�re only going to be gone for a few days.�
Jeffrey grabbed at
one of the stitches in Sands� arm in-between his thumb and ring finger and
pulled hard . �She�s fucking pregnant
and alone in the fucking house now you inconsiderate fucking bastard!� Jeffrey
yelled after Sands had screamed in pain.
Aida felt all her
muscles tense as her husband screamed.
The pain in his voice was evident, but she knew that if she intervened
now, she�d only be hurt. She had to
wait.
In fact, she was more than likely the only thing he truly loved in this world.
She was
his world, there was nothing more to it than that. �I . . . love . . . you . . . Aida. . .� he
managed again, forcing the words out of his brain and through his mouth before
her hands moved again over him and he did throw his head back and moan. He was a hairsbreadth away from coming, and
for some reason, he wanted her to understand that. Wanted her to know what she did to him. �So . . . close . . . love you . . . Aida,� he
gasped again, before his control slipped and he was suddenly coming with such
intense pleasure that he could only hold on and pray that it never stopped.
Feeling him come
into her threw her over the edge of her own release. She cried out sharply, her hands turning into
fists against his back as her body took over control for her spinning
mind. Distantly, she felt her hips
jerking up to meet his erratic thrusts, demanding more and instant
gratification. �Sheldon,� she gasped,
feeling the sensations swamp her again, not believing how strongly she was
coming.
Sands might have
winced at her use of his name, but at the moment he truly didn�t care. He didn�t care about much in fact, save the
body underneath him and he sensations it . . . she were creating in him. Not an it. A she. Aida, spitfire, your wife. Your wife whom you love more than anything.
He would have told her that he loved her
yet again, but he didn�t have the breath. Instead, he moved his face into her neck and
buried it there, his breath coming in short, quick pants. He could feel his heart racing within his
chest, and if it were to stop beating or explode at this very moment it wouldn�t
matter because he would die content and loved in his wife�s embrace.
Finally, after too
many heart-wrenching seconds to count, Aida felt her body relaxing, her muscles
turning to jelly as she sank into the bed, Sands� body a comforting weight on
top of hers. �Mmmm....� she sighed,
moving heavy arms to embrace him better.
Unable to actually form any words, she merely turned her head and
pressed several kisses into his neck.
�I�ll see that �mmmm�
and raise you a �you�re fucking amazing,�� Sands drawled slowly, and still more
than somewhat breathlessly, not moving an inch, just laying on top of her, his
eyes closed and his face in the shadow of her neck, enjoying her kisses.
�I fold,� she
whispered. �I don�t have the energy for
you to raise any more.�
�Good. Cause I didn�t want to have to bluff . . . or
move.�
Aida smiled lazily,
and breathed in deeply, trying to capture his scent in her lungs. Unfortunately, by doing so, she felt
something wet dribbling from her nostril.
Cursing in her mind, she turned her face away and checked her nose with
the first two fingers of her right hand � there was a spot of blood on them. Damn. Doing her best not to tense up, she tilted
her head back and waited for the bleeding to stop.
Sands felt
something warm and wet drip on to his shoulder and frowned. Is she
crying? Why the fuck would she be
crying? He lifted his head up to see
if she was alright, he saw what she was doing and tensed up. �Oh god, are you alright? I�ll get you a fucking Kleenex or something.�
�Shh. . . .� The hand not being used to occasionally check
for blood came to rest on his chest.
Aida felt his pounding heart, and felt her own break just a bit for
him. �Shh . . . it�s just a little one.� She pulled her fingers away and saw there was
no fresh blood on them. �See, already
done.�
�Don�t fucking do
that to me,� he whispered under his breath, looking away briefly but not moving
off of her. �Are you ok?� he asked in a
soft voice, trying to calm his racing heart and screaming nerves.
�Yes. I�m fine.
Here,� she stuck her arm out in his direction, �test my pulse if you�re
not sure. Listen to my heartbeat. Hold me.
I�m fine.�
Sands didn�t answer
her, but moved so that he could lay his head on her chest and hear her
heartbeat. He did so, and closed his
eyes, letting the steady rhythm of her heart calm him. His arms tightened around her almost without
his direction as he did so.
�See? Still ticking away,� she reassured him. �I�m fine and I�ll be fine. I�m going into this healthy and strong and
with my loving husband at my side. How
could I do anything but come out on top?�
Her hands wound into his hair, trying to calm him.
While he was no
longer worried for her any more than he normally was, he was slowly filled with
anger. Anger that he couldn�t do
anything for her. Angry that he couldn�t
take the sickness that was invading her body and beat the shit out of it before
killing it slowly and painfully. Angry
that he was so helpless to do anything but stand by her side and watch. To watch as she was slowly taken from him. There was nothing he could fucking do about it
but try and convince his ever more depressed mind that she would be alright. That she would beat this. That she wouldn�t go down without a fight any
more than he would. But just because you fight doesn�t mean you always win, a nasty
voice whispered within his thoughts.
�Shut up. Just . . . leave me alone,� he whispered back
to it, closing his eyes and trying to will it away. It remained silent, for now, but he knew it
would be back. It always came back. It came to voice his fears, concerns, and
worst nightmares and there was nothing he could do but listen. The anger had faded, leaving him with the
helplessness and almost nothing more. �I
love you Aida,� he whispered softly. His
love for her and the helplessness were all he had left.
�That�s good. For minute I was unsure,� she said slowly,
her hands stilling but not leaving his head.
�Jeffrey?�
�What?� he asked,
raising his head to look at her with narrowed eyes.
�Jeffrey. Is that who you were just talking to. I assume you weren�t telling me to shut up.�
�Oh. No. I
wasn�t. And Jeffrey . . . he doesn�t . .
. he hardly talks within my head anymore. It�s easier for him to just say what he has to
say out loud, I guess,� he said slowly. �I was talking to . . . one of the others,� he
tensed slightly, not quite knowing how she would react to that.
Her eyes moved away
from his and she nodded in understanding.
�I talk to that one too sometimes.
If no other reason to drown it out.
Positive thinking is the only thing that got me through the last time .
. . I don�t know what I would have done if I had listened to my doubt. This time around that nagging voice isn�t
quite as loud.�
Sands was a step
away from giving a wry chuckle at that. �Yeah, I don�t fucking doubt you have your own
little nagging voice within your head about . . . all this, but at least yours
isn�t really real. Mine . . . unfortunately
is. And it�s a fucking bastard. It�s been around longer than . . . you. That�s how I figure it�s real. But I suppose I don�t know, really. But there are . . . others. Not just Jeffrey,� his voice trailed off to
something just above an inarticulate whisper again. �I�ve been hearing them a lot lately. I just . . . try to ignore them.�
�Shh,� she shushed
him again. �I�m here. Whenever you feel yourself melting into the
background, come to me. I�ll be your
anchor like you�re mine. You don�t have
to be afraid of them. If Jeffrey can�t
drive me off, nothing else can. Shh, my
love, shh.�
Sands shushed. He closed his eyes and let himself be
comforted and calmed by the feel of her hand through his hair and sighed deeply
as if expelling all bad thoughts out with one breath. The other voices were still there, but they
melted back into the din of his mind where they remained for the time being. �I love you, Aida.� He said the words, but they didn�t seem strong
enough for what he was feeling. She was
everything. More than love. But he didn�t know how to properly say that,
so he remained silent, hoping she would understand.
�I know. I love you too.�
It seemed like they
laid in bed, their bodies still entwined, for hours, and it was possible that
they could have. But finally the light
that was coming though the windows gained a red-ish tent, and their bodies grew
cool. Aida turned her head into her
husband�s shoulder and whispered, �I�m hungry.�
�You want to go out
or stay in?� he asked slowly, his voice thick as if he was coming out of a
great, deep sleep when in truth he couldn�t remember having slept at all.
�I don�t care. I promised you wouldn�t have to see another
person if you didn�t want to and I�m content with whatever you decide.�
�Then let�s just
stay here. We can eat out tomorrow
night, promise,� he murmured. �I just
want to . . . stay. For as long as I
can.�
�Then we�ll
stay. We�ll eat, and then I�ll run us a
hot bath, and then we can do whatever we want.
Even take a two o�clock walk
on the beach if that's what you want.�
Her hands were stroking his back soothingly. �Do you want me to order so you can stay
here?�
�I don�t want you
to get up and do anything, but yeah, I suppose somebody has to,� he murmured
with a small smile.
She smiled. �I understand.�
Slipping out from
under his body, Aida pulled the blankets up around him, tucking him in
tenderly. Laying a soft kiss on his
head, she went into the bathroom and retrieved one of the snowy white bathrobe
hung there.
After covertly
checking on Sands, she found the room service menu and quietly ordered their
dinner � steak for him and an omelet for herself. Once done, she went back to the bed and laid
back down at her husband's side.
�I do eat more than
merely steak, just so you know,� he said wryly. �You�ve seen me do it. But since that�s what I wanted anyway, I
suppose it�s a moot point.� He hesitated
and added, �I could hear you order from down here,� when she gave him a
somewhat confused look.
�Well, I wasn�t
sure what you were in the mood for, so I decided to play it safe. Since I plan on dragging you out to try new things
tomorrow.� She grinned and nestled
against him. �Comfy?�
Sands made a face
the �new things,� then nodded. �I am
now. And you didn�t have to tuck me in,�
he said with a lopsided grin.
�But you didn�t
protest either.� She nuzzled her cheek against
his. �I like mothering you.�
Sands didn't really
know what to say to that. On some level,
he chafed at the notion he needed mothering, but he didn�t say anything.
However, Aida didn�t
need words to see his discomfort. �How
about I enjoy pampering you instead? I
like touching you. I like doing things
for you. I like you. I love you.
Making you happy makes me happy.�
There was a smile on her face the entire time she gently teased him with
her words, but there was sincerity in them as well.
�If your making me
happy makes you happy, then that�s what really makes me happy,� he said with a
smirk. �Mother all you fucking want. I don�t really mind all that much. I�ll let you know if I do. And you�ll be the first. To mother me,� he said with a shrug, the
remembrance of his mother�s lack of affection rolling off his back.
�In that case,
perhaps I should have gotten you chicken soup.�
She teased to cover up how much she hurt for him. Just because she wasn�t currently on speaking
terms with her family didn�t mean that she hadn't gotten plenty of affection
growing up.
�Hardy har har. I�ll stick with steak, thanks,� he said
dryly.
There was a knock
on the door, surprising them both. �Well,
someone in the kitchen has a fire under their butt,� Aida murmured, standing
up. �Is your wallet in you pant�s
pocket?�
�Yeah. In the back,� he said with a wave of his hand,
sitting up in bed. �Shall I get up and
greet them?� he asked with a smirk. �You
don�t have to go.�
�You�re nekked,�
she teased, quickly locating the billfold.
�Stay in bed where you�re not going to shock anyone.� Before he could protest, she had run lightly
up the stairs and answered the door.
�But what�s the fun
in that?� he muttered to himself when she had gone.
Aida paid the
delivery boy and gave him a generous tip, and closed the door. �Put something on and come up,� she called,
setting their food on the table.
Sands rolled his
eyes, half tempted to simply put on a single sock and perhaps a shoe, but stood
up and pulled on his boxers. That would
have to do. He didn�t feel like wearing
any item of clothing that he didn�t have to. This was his honeymoon, for fuck�s sake. He made his way up the stair and joined her at
the table.
�Tomorrow morning,
shopping,� she told him. �I�d like to
have some clean underwear, and perhaps a toothbrush. Not to mention some clean clothes.�
�Fine. Whatever you want. Tomorrow . . . wait, you said morning. What time were you thinking, spitfire?� he
asked warily, setting the knife and fork he had picked up back down.
�Ten or so. Not too early. Something tells me that even if you were
awake, you�d have other things on your mind than shopping.� She glanced up from her omelet and winked at
him.
�Well . . . yeah,�
he said with a smirk. �This is our
honeymoon, remember? The supposed gift
the husband gets after going through the wedding ceremony?� The grin on his face both widened and faltered
as he managed to cut a single piece of his thankfully tender steak off and eat
it. One thing that he had to be thankful
for about Jeffrey, is that by being �left-handed� the two of them were in fact,
ambidextrous. It had strengthened his
fingers and made dealing with the broken hand a little easier. Not a lot, but some.
Aida knew better
than to offer to help. �So that gives
you � as in grooms � the right to keep me � as in the bride � up as long as you
want, using my poor, defenseless body for your own licentious desires?�
�That about sums it
up, yeah,� he said with a smirk before cutting off another piece of steak. You just had to get a technique down for
cutting the steak with one hand and a few good fingers, and keep to that. The fact that his left thumb remained unbroken
had helped a lot.
�But by that
reasoning, you didn�t have to go through months of planning and naggind
nd
hours of cery, sy, so your right
would considerably less than that of your average groom.�
�I think by
technically being married to two people at the same time I should have double the rights of any normal groom,�
he said with a smirk.
Aida�s eyes
narrowed dangerously. �Want to count how
many people you�re married to again?
Because if there�s another wife, then she can come deal with your debauched needs and desires.�
Sands had just been
about to take another bite of his steak when she spoke, and his fork froze in
front of his mouth. �Just you, Aida. Just you. You�re my one and only wife,� he tried to
backpedal. He wasn�t stupid enough to
argue over that topic.
�Unless you�re not
sure that Jeffrey and Salida�s marriage wasn�t legal. Perhaps you should check on that.� There was too much of talk of people being
married to others, and babies belonging to other parents around here and she
wasn�t going to stand for it on her honeymoon.
�Not checking it. It doesn�t matter. I�m not married to her, no matter what. I�m only married to you. This is our
honeymoon. Nobody else�s.�
Placated, she
returned her attention to her meal, alternating bites of omelet with bites of
sliced guava and papaya.
Thank God. Sands returned to his own meal, determined not
to speak again until she asked him something. His mouth was better full at the moment than
getting him into trouble.
Aida quickly
finished her own meal and left the table, not bothering to see if Sands was
going to follow her or not. She was
still a little perturbed over that smart-ass comment of his, but was also
determined not to let it ruin the few days they had alone together.
Walking down the stairs,
she went into the bathroom and literally froze at the sight of the enormous
whirlpool tub. It was surrounded by
ferns, orchids, ivy, and even a miniature palm, giving the entire room the feel
of a secluded pool in the middle of the jungle.
The floor was bamboo and one entire wall was glass, just like the rest
of the suite.
Wow, she thought, a grin of delight
finally appearing on her face. In no
time at all, she�d filled the tub and set the jets to whirling away. It took another second to strip and step into
the water, sighing in contentment.
Sands didn�t follow
her right away. He had another glass of
champagne while he waited a few minutes to be sure she was calmed down enough
after the almost fight they had just had. But it was tricky. Come in too soon, and she
still might be pissed at you. Wait too
long and she�ll be pissed at you for not joining her right away. Sands
sighed and made his way to the bathroom, a refilled glass of champagne in his
right hand. �Wow. Look at this place,� he said with slightly
widened eyes as he took a brief tour of the plants and flowers. �It�s not near as beautiful as the flower in
the water that�s hopefully waiting for me.� He was laying it on a little thick, but he
felt the need to smooth over relations between the two of them after his
fucking stupid comments earlier.
�Hmm,� Aida was
willing to leave him standing there for a little bit longer. �If I�m being compared to a flower in the
water, would that make me a water lily?
And if it does, does that also make you my frog prince?�
Sands shrugged, a
wide grin on his face. �As long as it
means I get to join you, you can call me whatever you want, spitfire.� The grin faded a little as he grew serious. �I didn�t mean to upset you.�
�I know.� Her breath left her in a great gust. �But can you blame me for being touchy on
that particular subject?�
�No. I can�t,� he said with a slight shrug, moving
closer to her. �I won�t bring it up
again,� he said with a nod, sitting down on the edge of the tub, but keeping a
hold of the glass of champagne.
�At least not like
that,� she agreed, forcing herself to smile softly a few seconds later. �So,
are you going to join me, my frog prince?�
Sands gave her a
wry look before rising to his feet and setting the glass of champagne carefully
on the tub�s edge. �I would have joined
you already if you hadn�t made me get dressed before coming to dinner,� he said
with a smirk, shedding his boxers and joining her in the tub, careful not to
knock over the champagne glass. �Oh,
this is nice,� he said with a little sigh, sinking down in the hot water up to
his mid-chest, careful to keep his arms above the water line.
Aida hummed her
agreement, and turned her head so her cheek rubbed against his forearm, which
was propped against the ridge of tub behind her head.
�Does that mean you�re
not mad at me anymore?� he asked gently, referring to her movement.
�You�re forgiven.� She playfully splashed some water up into his
face. �And absolved.�
�Thanks for the
forgiveness, but I�m not so sure about the absolution,� he said with a smirk as
he wiped the water off of his face with a dry hand. �Condemnation, damnation, maybe. But absolution? Not for me. I like wearing black too much.� Although his words were serious, his eyes were
twinkling with mischief.
�I�m not going to
damn you,� she said in exasperation. �Well,
not easily at least.�
�Not easily? What�s that supposed to mean?� he asked with a
raised eyebrow, shifting slightly so a stream of water from one of the jets
began to work on his back.
�Well, I�d damn you
if you ever left me. If you confessed
you really were the one to get Salida
pregnant. If you hurt one of the cats �
speaking of which,� she interrupted herself, �did I tell you that Jeffrey got
Salida a cat?�
�I�ve never slept
with sunrise except for the occasional literal mishap, I wouldn�t fucking hurt
any of the cats, and what do you mean Jeffrey got a cat? When? Why?�
�Yesterday. He woke me up kinda early to keep an eye on
Salida while he went out to run some errands, and when he came back, I�d run
downstairs for something, but he was carrying a cardboard box that was hissing
and spitting. I asked what it was and he
said something about a cat with Salida�s temperament or something. I think he got it at a shelter.�
�So that�s where
the fucking scratches came from,� Sands muttered, looking down at his arms. �A cat with sunrise�s temperament? God help us all,� he said dryly. �Does said cat have a name?�
�I�d assume so, but
I didn�t have much of a chance to ask.
Salida was being withdrawn and non-commutative most of the day, and
Jeffrey slept on the couch while she watched TV. I never actually saw the cat.�
Sands shrugged. �It doesn�t really matter. I was just curious.�
�I hope its getting
along with our cats.� Aida was
momentarily distracted, frowning at the reminder that she�d left her kitten to
the care of someone who refused to touch it.
�I heard Jeffrey
remind sunrise to feed them. They�ll be
alright for a few days. Don�t worry,� he
said with a small smile, moving over to kiss her softly on the tip of her nose
for no other apparent reason than because he could and felt like it.
She sighed again,
and rubbed her nose along his. �I miss my
kitten.�
�I�m sure she
misses you too, Aida, but she and Obsidian will be fine. I promise,� he said, kissing her cheek.
He was right. She just had to stop worrying. To help her do so, she returned to their
previous topic of conversation. �Do you
know how the frog prince was released from his spell and turned back into a
man?�
�He and the water
lily had wild, passionate sex until neither one of them could even think about
moving let alone make the attempt? Am I
close? Because I want to be close,� he
said with a wicked grin. �It�s a better
ending, anyway.�
�How do you have
wild, passionate sex with a slimy pond weed?� she asked. �And no, you�re not really close.�
�Through lots of
practice? Fine. Kiss me already before I hop away,� he said
with a grin.
�Are you saying my
kiss is going to turn you into a man?� she teased, a wicked smirk starting to
show on her lips.
�Hmm . . . a wild
beast whose only intention is to ravish you long into the night perhaps, but
only a man? I guess we�ll just have to
see now, won�t we?�
�Sorry, I have a
policy regarding sex with wild beasts,� she retorted, slowly moving away from
him.
�Not this one, you
don�t,� he said with a smirk, pulling her back close to him. �Fine. You
don�t want to kiss me, that�s alright. I�ll
just kiss you instead.� He started with
her face, covering everything except her lips, and then moved down to her
shoulders and neck. �Mm . . . while I do
miss your hair, I like the easy . . . access,� he murmured, kissing the length
of her neck and her right left shoulder before moving to kiss the other.
Aida quite
willingly slumped against the side of the tub.
�I miss my hair too.� Distracted
from what he was trying to do, she raised one hand and ran her fingers through
the sparse strands still on her skull.
Sands frowned when
she no longer seemed to be paying attention to him, and moved his kisses up to
the top of her head. Wherever her
fingers moved, he kissed. �It�ll grow
back once you�re better. But your hair,
or lack there of doesn�t matter. I still
think you�re as beautiful now as when I knocked you over coming out of the
hotel,� he murmured between kisses.
�What if it grows
back straight? Or a different color?�
�Listen to me,
Aida,� he said, pulling away to look her in the eyes. �Even if grew back blue, straight or not at
all, it wouldn�t matter. I wouldn�t stop loving you for something as
petty as hair.�
�I understand that,�
she said, not really taking the time she should to think over the words. �But I like being a natural red-head.
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