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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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Salida was bored.
Well, she supposed she was, but it was more than that really. Jeffrey had been gone for no more than a day
or so, and she � there was no way to get around it � was languishing.
As she sat on the
couch and stared unseeing at the flickering light of the TV, she wondered what
was wrong with her. She used to go out
and do things, screw anyone who got in her way or thought differently. Now she�d been turned into an urban
housewife. Perhaps not a traditional
one, not with Aida around, but she�d been domesticated
nonetheless.
Married, alone, pregnant, bored. This is ridiculous. I should get up and do something. I�m going
to get up and do something. But she
didn�t. No matter how many times she
thought that, she never made it farther than the grocery store. But at least she�d been there a lot. For some reason, all she�d wanted to eat
lately was Mexican cuisine. None of the
Mexican delivery places she�d called had been up to snuff � according to her �
so she�d taken to cooking her own meals.
When she wasn�t sleeping or staring blindly at her surroundings, whether
she be indoors or outdoors.
What time is it? she wondered, looking
around for a clock. It was going on midnight and Jeffrey hadn�t called yet. He must
be mad still. It was a depressing
thought, but it fit her mood. Being
depressed was better than being bored.
Another hour
passed, and she was woken from a light nap by loud hissing, spitting, and
various sounds of feline distress.
Raising her head from where it�d sunk to a pillow, she saw Des violently objecting to
the presence of Grant and Sands� kittens.
It amused her for some reason.
Logically, she knew that Des simply didn�t like anyone but her, but it
was nice to pretend the cat was doing it out of loyalty to her and Jeffrey.
Just as she was
sinking into a daydream about that, the phone rang, startling her. It�d rung several more times before she�d
levered herself up off the couch and answered.
�Hello?�
�Good evening,
vixen,� Jeffrey drawled, happy to be talking to her even as he rubbed at the
long gouge he had woken up with on his right leg. Apparently, kitty had gone to bed with some
pretty sharp fucking heels on and Jeffrey�s leg had paid the price.
�It�s early
morning,� she corrected gently, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Des and the kittens were still making a
racket, but she�d ignore it until blood was about to be spilled.
�What do you mean
it�s early morning? It�s-oh. Fuck.
Time difference. Sorry, vixen. Did I fucking wake you?� Jeffrey asked with a
slight frown, leaning forward on the plush leather couch.
�No. Not really.
I don�t seem to sleep anymore.
Just nap on and off all day long.
I�m turning into a slug.�
�Can�t have that,�
Jeffrey said with a it of a laugh, only half serious. �I�ll fix that when I get back, fucking count
on it.� Jeffrey sighed and sank back
into the couch again. �I won�t be back
�til fucking Sunday.� I miss you.
�I know.� I miss
you too. She�d heard the tone of his
voice, and it�d set up an echo inside her.
�While you�re out there you should buy me something.� The change of topic was abrupt even to her,
but she didn�t want to dwell on things that were too depressing.
Jeffrey appreciated
the change in topic, none the less. �Oh
really? And what makes you think you
deserve a present?� he asked wryly, grinning wide.
�Really want me to
answer that?� she retorted, glancing down at her belly.
Jeffrey paused,
guessing her meaning. �Fine. You win. I�ll get you a fucking present. Anything in particular you�d like?� He had planned on getting her something
anyway, so it wasn�t that big of a deal.
�I believe the
traditional gift for the woman bearing your child, is jewelry,� she teased.
Jeffrey snorted at
that. �Yeah, but is that what you
fucking want?� he pressed. �If so, no
fucking problem. Makes my job easier.�
�I don�t care. Surprise me.
The only thing I really want is for you to come home to me safely.�
�I will, vixen. Don�t fucking worry about that. I�d be more fucking crazy than I already am not to come home to my vivacious,
passionate, loving wife,� he asked with another sad smile, missing her even
more.
Salida was going to
answer, but a particularly loud feline challenge interrupted her. �Just a minute,� she told her husband,
pulling her ear away from the phone and checking on the cats. Des had backed the kittens into the corner,
and Obsidian had apparently taken umbrage at the hostile treatment.
�Vixen?� She could hear her husband calling from the
phoned sld slowly pressed it back to her ear.
�Yeah? I�m still here.�
�What�s going on? It sounded like the cats were fucking going to
war.� A pause. �They�re not, are they?�
�No . . . not
really. If I leave them alone for a bit
longer though. . . .� She shrugged.
�Should I let you
go?� Jeffrey asked softly, not wanting to. But he didn�t want anything happening to his cat either. For although Sands had picked Obsidian out and
paid for him, Jeffrey had laid claim to the little black kitten as well.
�No. I�ll break up the fight if you want. Just don�t hang up.� She laid the phone down on the floor and
stood, walking over to the cats and scooping Des up in one hand. The young cat turned to attack, but when it
recognized her mistress, it turned into a boneless heap in her arms. Salida grinned; her cat might be relaxed, but
it was still growling.
Sitting back down
against the wall with Des on her lap, sheked ked the phone up again. �I�m back.�
�Let me guess, your
little demon was the instigator?� Jeffrey teased.
�Are you talking
about my angel?� she asked, scratching the cat�s ears. �I don�t know what you have against her. She�s always been nice to me.�
�She just
recognizes a kindred spirit in you, that�s all. It�s not that I . . .dislike her, per se. But our first meeting didn�t go entirely well.
I still have the fucking scratch marks.�
And
a whole lot more than that. Fucking
Sands, Jeffrey thought to himself, looking down at the numerous �self�-inflicted
marks on his chest and stomach with a short pained hiss as his fingers sought
out one of the deeper ones.
What the fuck are you talking about-oh, I wasn�t
fucking hissing at you, vixen. If I was
hissing at anyone, it would have been fucking Sands.�
Less than placated
she said, �No. You said we�re kindred
spirits. I don�t hiss and spit at
everyone I meet.�
�Oh. I didn�t fucking say that you did, vixen. In fact, the only person I�ve ever seen you .
. . hiss and spit at is me.� And I might have fucking deserved it. �I meant, there�s just something about that
fucking cat that made me think of you. That�s
why I bought it.� He go off off the
couch and began to pace with the phone as he attempted to explain. �You�re both . . . untamed and wild, not
taking shit from anyone. And you both
seem to know how to fucking put me in my place,� he added dryly.
cla class=MsoNormal> Over the past few days the truth of that had
sunk in. She may have accepted her
condition, but that didn�t make it a comfortable one � physically or
mentally. �And not in a good way.�
Jeffrey cursed
softly. �Is there anything I can do?�
�From where you
are? No.
Unless you want to make some long distance calls to here and find me a
hunky pool boy who can give killer back massages.� She knew that would get to him.
Jeffrey let out an
involuntary growl, low in his throat. �Are
you trying to make me even crazier, vixen? Because you�re doing a fucking bang-up job so
far,� he said dryly. �If anyone gives you a fucking massage, it�ll
be me!�
�Then I suppose I�ll
settle for some Tylenol or something. I�d
take a bath if I weren�t afraid of falling asleep in it.�
Jeffrey frowned,
still wishing he could do something for her. �Alright. For what it�s worth, I�m sorry. And I�m not upset with you any longer for
asking me not to come back right away. I
. . . understand the want to have some time alone. Well, I think I do at least. And it�s okay. Really.�
�I�m bored,� she
confessed in return. �Lots of time on my
hands. It�s probably the only thing that
forces to me to think about anything in the first place.�
�I get that too. I�m fucking bored to tears here, vixen. I�m fucking restless. All I do is sleep and sit on my ass because
far be it from me to intrude on kitty and Sands� fucking time together,� he
said with a sneer.
�We make the same
demands on him,� she said softly, not really wanting to start a discussion that
could turn into an argument.
�Doesn�t change the
fact that I feel like a fucking prisoner within my own fucking mind,� Jeffrey
said darkly. �I think . . . I need to
take a fucking walk or something. Get
out of this fucking love nest for awhile.�
�Alright,� she
whispered. �I should probably try to get
some real sleep anyway.�
�I�ll call you
tomorrow,� Jeffrey promised. �I love
you, Salida. And I fucking miss you too,�
he admitted.
�Same here. I�ll be waiting.�
�Goodbye, vixen,�
Jeffrey said after some hesitation.
�Not goodbye,� she
replied, suddenly taking a dislike to the word.
�Just . . . just I love you and I�ll talk to you later.�
�I love you and I�ll
talk to you later,� Jeffrey said with a small smile. �I like that better too.�
�I�m fucking going
out for a little while, kitty,� Jeffrey called out after he had hung up the
phone. He needed to take a walk, clear
his head, have a drink . . . he didn�t exactly know what he needed to do, but
he needed to do something. He couldn�t just sleep the days away while
Sands and kitty had their fun. He was
fucking bored out of his mind.
Aida mumbled some
sort of reply, obviously still asleep, and rolled over in bed. After burying her face in a pillow, she
stilled.
Jeffrey rolled his
eyes and muttered something under his breath before rising to his feet and
moving across the room to one of the small tables that lined the walls and
grabbed a keycard and stuck it into his back pocket. He missed being able to go armed, but he knew
without asking that Sands had left the gun and the knife back in New
Orleans. He was
just about to head out the door when he risked a glance at kitty and noticed
something sharp lying not so innocently on the floor next to the bed. �Ooo, shiny,� Jeffrey
muttered to himself with a wide grin, clomping down the stairs loudly to pick
up the new knife, not caring if he woke Aida or not. After a quick search of the room � his
eyebrows raising into his hairline upon seeing the restraints and the crumpled
nurse�s outfit � he located the sheath the knife had come in, stuck it on his
belt, and made his way out the door.

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Jeffrey didn�t make it very far. He had no real desire to see the sights of
after-dark Hawaii, he just wanted
to go home. Since that wasn�t a fucking
option at the moment, he decided he needed a drink. That, and he was feeling a little too worn out
to be traipsing all over an unfamiliar city.
After enough drinks
that he could no longer effectively see straight anymore, he woke Sands up and
instructed him to get himself back up to the hotel room before Jeffrey passed
out on top of the bar.
�You inconsiderate
bastard,� Sands slurred, more than a little pissed off at Jeffrey�s choice of
recreational activity. He couldn�t have just killed someone? Aida�s going to be fucking pissed.
�Fuck you, I got
bored but didn�t have the fucking energy to . . . see the sights. Your fault,� Jeffrey said, finishing off the
glass of scotch in the hand and telling the bartender to send the bill up to
the room.
�Leaving me with
the fucking bill too, I see,� Sands muttered, ignoring the bartender�s curious
stares as he watched Sands and Jeffrey argue.
�Yep,� Jeffrey acknowledged
with a wide grin before passing out.
�Fuck,� Sands
muttered, visualizing the long way back up to the suite and into bed. Wiping his hand across his face and shaking
his head a little in a vain attempt to clear his alcohol clouded thoughts, he
made his way back up to the suite.

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�Fuck! Goddamn stupid
piece of shit table! That fucking hurt!�
Sands growled at a table that he could swear leaped right out at him as soon as
he had closed the door and walked into the main area of the suite, attempting
to get down into bed so he could pass out next to his wife. His walk slightly swaying, he made it down the
steps without further incident and sat down heavily on the bed next to his
wife, managing to take his shoes off and chuck them across the room before he
fell backwards on the bed, still fully dressed and armed, one foot hanging over
the edge for balance.
�Sands?� His entrance had roused her out of a deep
sleep. She wasn�t totally awake, but she
was conscious enough to know he was being unneedfully
forceful. Then a peculiar odor reached
her nose, and she woke up even more. �What
is that smell?� It was just familiar
enough to drive her crazy until she identified it.
�That . . . would
be me. Jeffrey decided . . . it�d be a
fucking . . . grand idea to get us
both drunk while he was out,� Sands mumbled, not opening his eyes and not
moving from his rather precarious position half on and half off of the bed.
�He what?�
There was a distinctly angry tone in her voice.
�He got . . . himself
. . . and consequently me, drunk, spitfire,� Sands reiterated slowly.
�Wake him up.� Aida was not happy, and she was determined to
make that known.
�That might be a
little . . . difficult, spitfire. He�s .
. . passed out.�
�Wake . . . him . .
. up,� she said through her teeth.
After a few long minutes, a loud groan escaped Sands�
mouth and his face clenched in a glare. �What . . . the fuck . . . do you want?�
Jeffrey practically spit out.
Shifting her weight
away from him for just a bit, Aida quickly reached out and slapped Jeffrey
sharply across the face. �That was to
make sure you�re awake.� Since he was
drunker than any man had a right to be, she was able to then catch his ear
between thumb and forefinger. Squeezing
hard, she said over his yelp, �And this is to make sure you�re listening.� She shook his head once by her grip, then
sto.ever get drunk again, make sure you do it when your wife is around
to baby you, because I won�t put up with it.�
Having said that, she released him and climbed out of bed just in case
he tried to retaliate, taking the sheet with her.
Jeffrey just lay
there, utterly stunned. �You know, your
wife�s a real fucking bitch sometimes, Sands. I think she might be growing on me.� He took a moment to rub at his face a little,
wincing. �But if she ever tries that
again I�ll fucking cut her into little pieces.� With that, he slipped back into
unconsciousness once more.
�Fuck,� Sands
muttered, putting a hand to his ear and rubbing it, sitting upright on the bed.
If it hurt this much now while his
senses were dulled with alcohol, it was going to hurt like a motherfucker
tomorrow. �I get what you were doing,
but fucking ow,� Sands muttered, not for the first
time wishing he was separate from Jeffrey if only to be saved the pain he was
currently causing him.
�Don�t worry,� Aida
soothed, climbing back into bed. �I did
that to my brothers all the time, and it doesn�t hurt as bad as you would think
the day after. It doesn�t even bruise.� She sighed.
�God, I�m exhausted.�
�In a good way, or
a bad way?� he asked, slumping back down to the bed, managing to pull the knife
off of his belt and drop it to the floor next to him so he wouldn�t roll over
on it.
�What do you mean?� Sleep was already returning to her voice.
�I mean, are you
exhausted because I wore you out or. . . ?�
�Hard to say.� All her medications, not to mention her
treatments, made her drowsy. �I�m a
little uncomfortable, but not in pain.
It�s only to be expected after being so . . . intense. And I�m tired from wandering around on top of
that. But a few months ago I wouldn�t
have been so tired after a t dat day.�
�Get some rest,
then,� Sands mumbled, both closing his eyes and throwing an arm over his face. �Sorry . . . I�m like this.�
�Not your
fault. And I am sorry about the
slap. And the pinch. But I needed him to know I meant business.�
�Oh, I�m sure he
did. You . . . heard what he said after?�
He pulled his arm away and opened his
eyes to look over at her.
�That he�d kill me
if I tried that again?�
�Yeah, that�s about
what he said,� Sands said slowly.
�That doesn�t mean
that he took me seriously.� Aida was
snuggling down into her pillow and pulling the blankets around her.
�Worry about that .
. . later. Sleep now,� Sands murmured,
his voice thick as he undid his belt slowly and pulled it off, dropping it to
the floor on top of the knife, his arms then falling limply at his sides once
more.
�Alright.� She let her eyes close as weariness pulled at
her.
�Love you, Aida. You still . . . gonna wake me up for the
sunrise?� he asked slowly, turning his head to look at her again.
�If I�m awake. I make no promises about that, though.�
�Don�t have to make
promises. Just, wanted to know,� Sands
assured her.
�Alright. See you in the morning, my love.�
�Gnight, Aida,� Sands slurred with a mixture of sleepiness
and drunkenness.

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Sands let out a soft moan as light began to assault his
closed eyes, silently cursing the lack of proper curtains for the large windows
that surrounded the suite. He cracked an
eye open, cursed and wished he hadn�t, then opened them both and looked out the
window to see a rapidly brightening sky. �Spitfire,� he murmured, nudging his still
sleeping wife gently. �You�re going to
miss it.�
Aida moaned, and
turned towards him, tucking her face into her shoulder to shut out the bright
light.
�Sunrise, Aida. Remember that? The so-called delightful thing you wanted to
share with me?� Sands mumbled, pressing the heel of his hand to his aching
hung-over head. �If you don�t want to see
it I can always go out there, find the magical tasseled pull cord, and switch
it off,� he murmured, closing his eyes once more as well.
That made her open
her eyes. She gazed at him fondly, still
half asleep. �You�re silly,� she
informed him before turning her head towards the windows with a groan.
�Maybe so,� he
returned, opening his eyes again with a wince. �I�m going to find it someday, though. And have the sun rise at a fucking decent hour
for a change.�
�And what hour
would that be?� she asked slowly, her eyes half shuttered as she watched the
rising sun.
�Sometime not now,�
Sands responded, watching the sun with her and trying to will his hangover away
through sheer force of will. All he
succeeded in doing however, was to make his headache intensify due to the level
of concentration he was attempting.
As beautiful as it
was, Aida couldn�t keep her eyes open. �Sounds
good. Wake me up for the instant replay.�
�You got it,
spitfire,� Sands murmured, feeling sleep steal over him once more as well.
�Sands?�
�Mmm?� he murmured,
still somewhere in the place between full sleep and consciousness.
�Do you like your
name yet?�
�Huh?� Sands couldn�t draw up enough mental power to
figure out what was was talking about.
�Do you like your
first name yet?�
�Oh. Nope. Still detest the very syllables,� Sands
muttered, somewhat surprised he�d been able to string a sentence like that
together.
�Alright. I�ll stop.�
Sands immediately
felt a hint of what he took to be guilt flood through him. �No, you don�t have to � I just don�t like it,
that�s all. Never said I wouldn�t.� Well, actually he had, but that wasn�t the
point he was trying to make.
�I don�t want to
call you something you don�t like,� she murmured, moving closer to him.
�Yeah, but you like
calling me . . . Sheldon. You made it
yours,� Sands responded.
�But you don�t like
it,� she repeated.
�There are far
worse things I don�t like in my life, spitfire.�
�And I don�t want
to add to that list.� As far as she was
concerned, the case was closed. She�d
never call him by his first name again unless he asked. �Go back to sleep.�
�You�re impossible
sometimes,� Sands murmured without animosity. �Fine. Don�t
use the name. Whatever. Sleep sounds good.�
You�ll change your mind. She was confident of that now, since he�d
made such a big deal out of it. �I love
you, Sands.�
�I love you too,
Aida,� Sands murmured. �Can I sleep now?�
he asked, not wanting to be woken up again by another conversation, but not
entirely minding staying awake a little longer if she still wanted to talk.
�Yes. Go to sleep.
I am.�
Sands nodded,
feeling himself slip back into sleep�s embrace before he could fully answer
her, pulling her close to his chest unconsciy any and holding her there.
Aida sighed in
contentment and followed him into slumber.
Her last thought nothing more than a smug certainty that she would win
in the end.

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�Stop your whimpering,� Aida said, gathering a beach towel,
a bottle of water, and a bottle of sunscreen.
She was dressed in her swimsuit and a lighter green wrap cover-up. The couple had whiled away the morning with
sleep and soft, teasing touches, but she was ready to get out of the room, and
determined to get to the beach.
�Why the hell do
you want to go out there for? It�s
bright, hot, sunny, bright, sandy . . . did I mention bright?� Sands murmured,
still feeing a little out of it due the last lingering remnants of his
hangover.
�Take some Aspirin
and wear sunglasses. I want to ut out on
the beach. Besides, you should like
sand.�
�Why?� Sands
grumbled, pulling on a clean pair of pants and an airy silk shirt which he left
unbuttoned, rolling up the sleeves.
�Well, besides the
matter of you name. . .� she teased, �there�s other similarities between
you. You�re both gritty, occasionally
irritating, and get in the darndest places.�
�Ha, ha,� Sands
muttered, a grouchy scowl crossing his face. �If I end up looking like a fucking tomato, I�m
blaming you,� he said, giving her a look before grabbing his sunglasses and
putting them on. �Let�s go.�
�I�ll put sunblock on you,� she cajoled as they walked out the door.
�Won�t that be fun?�
Sands muttered, walking down the hall to enter the elevator.
�See . . . this is
where those similarities between you and the beach start, Sands my love.�
�And yet, I�m still
coming with you,� Sands pointed out, half wondering why.
�You know you want
too.� The elevator dinged as it came to
a halt in the lobby.
�Oh? And how do I know that, exactly?� Sands asked,
turning to glance at her through the darkened lenses of his sunglasses, his
expression unreadable.
�Because you like
seeing me have fun.�
Sands grumbled
under his breath. She had him there. �Fine. At
least one of us will. Lead the way.�
Aida did lead the
way. She led the way for fifteen
minutes, walking past the hordes of people from the hotel and the small strip
of beach they�d all flocked to. Once
they were a few hundred yards away, she walked closer to the waterline and
spread her towel out and took off her wrap.
�Me first, or you?�
�Me first or you .
. . what?� Sands asked, squinting even behind the dark sunglasses, and feeling
the black of his clothing eagerly soak up the hot sun.
�Sunblock.� She held
up the bottle. �What . . . were you
expecting another offer?�
�A man can always
hope. Give it here.� He took the bottle from her, squirted a little
on his hand with a look of distaste, and began to rub it into her skin,
meticulously covering every inch of her that was exposed. �There. All safe from the blazing nuisancetherthere.�
�Your turn.� Aida moved so she was facing her husband and
started to strip his shirt off him.
�Just . . . don�t
miss any spots. And I don�t want to wake
up with a nice pale fucking smiley face or something surrounded by burnt skin. Capische?�
�How about a pink
smiley face surrounded by white skin?� she teased, taking the time to massage
the lotion into his shoulders and back.
�Oh, well that
might not be too-No!� he insisted, moving his hair out of her way.
�Spoilsport.� Done with slathering him up, she turned so
she could rest her back against his chest.
�Know what we should do tonight?�
�Oh? What�s that?� he asked, ignoring her jibe.
�We should rent a
car � a sports car � and go for a drive.�
�Ok. �Don�t worry about it. It�s not going to happen.�
Aida pulled away a
bit at his refusal to answer. Part of
her knew that he simply didn�t want to discuss something that was obviously
complicated and unpleasant, but that didn�t mean she couldn�t be hurt. �What?� she asked softly. �Is this another one of those things that I
wouldn�t be able to understand?�
�No. I just . . . don�t want to talk about it.� Sands frowned, but the sadness he�d heard in
her voice loosened his lips and he went on. �When sunrise first showed up, she and I didn�t
have the . . . greatest of introductions. After a lot of words, a few . . . actions, she
drugged me. She drugged me so that
Jeffrey could take over and I would simply . go go away. I came back, eventually. . . She�s done it twice and I don�t intend on
allowing it to fucking happen again. The
second time . . . things happened.� All this conversation was keeping him
awake.
What he saw was his
wife, frozen in place, with a smile on her face that was clearly meant to
change the subject. It was a guilty
smile. The smile of someone who knew
they�d been found out but was too stubborn to give in right away.
One of Sands� eyebrows
rose as he opened both eyes to look at her, but still didn�t move from his
position on the bed. �Something you want
to tell me, Aida?� he asked casually.
�No.� That was the honest truth. She didn�t
want to tell him that perhaps she�d exaggerated just a little about her age. He�d
only laugh at her, but she found even that prospect distasteful.
�Tell me anyway. How old are you, Aida?� he asked directly
before smirking. �You wouldn�t be taking
advantage of a younger man, now would you?� like
being on top,� she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. For several minutes she simply played with
his lips and ignored the place they were joined.
�Yeah, well, don�t
get too comfortable up there, spitfire. I
like being on top too,� he said with a smirk after moving away from her half
kisses. His hands moved up to cup her
breasts and run his thumbs over her nipples since she obviously wasn�t
thrusting down onto him, much to his annoyance.
�What�s wrong
lo
love? Am I not moving fast enough for
you?�
�Not nearly,� he
said with a grin. �But I�m generally
impatient, so it may be just me.�
�Don�t worry. I don�t want to take things too slowly. I don�t have the stamina at the moment.� Very carefully she started rocking her hips
back and forth, making herself gasp. �How�s
. . . that?�
�Much . . . better,�
Sands said, letting out a gasp to echo hers. It wasn�t as fast as he might have liked, but
god it still felt good.
�Sands?� she
whispered, still moving. �Sit up?�
Sands wanted to ask
why, but he just kept his mouth shut and slowly moved himself up so that he was
leaning against the headboard of the bed. �Now what?� he asked with a bit of a grin.
�Now it�s easier to
get closer to you.� Placing her hands on
her chest, Aida leaned in close enough to trap them between their bodies. As she rested her head on his shoulder, she
started moving again, this time raising up a little as she moved forward, and
settling back down as she moved back.
�I�ve always liked
it when things are made easier,� Sands managed to moan, tilting his head back a
little and enjoying what she was doing to him. �Feels nice,� he said softly, wanting to tell
her how much he was enjoying this but that pithy little phrase being all he
could come up with at present. His mind
had better places to focus on than forming complete sentences.
�Hold me,� she
demanded in a harsh whisper, her pace quickening almost imperceptively.
Sands wrapped his
arms around her and made sure her hands were out of the way before pulling her
so tightly against his body he couldn�t feel where he ended and she began any
more. Not that that mattered of course. The feeling of her peaked nipples moving over
his chest felt almost as good as her riding him did, and soon he was moaning,
lost in the dual sensations.
She would have
kissed him, but she was breathing too heavily.
Instead she panted, her hot breath washing over his neck, her ragged
inhalations ringing softly in his ears.
Suddenly, all movement stopped and she sat on his lap, quivering with
the tension of a withheld orgasm.
�What-what are you
doing? Don�t stop. Don�t fucking stop,� Sands almost begged her. He could feel his blood pounding, his body
screaming for release. He was so fucking
close. Why had she stopped?
�Y-you don�t want .
. . want to keep going . . . for longer?�
They hadn�t been at this long, and she�d only stopped to make sure he
was going to be satisfied. A single tilt
of her hips was going to send her over the edge, but she�d wanted him to come
with her.
�In about two
fucking seconds it won�t matter what I want anymore because I will have come so
hard inside you I�d think my head was about to explode.� He was a bit amazed at how calm and coherent
his voice had sounded. It was amazing
what he could push his body to do when he wanted something. �Don�t stop. I don�t care about time. Just don�t . . . fucking . . . stop.�
�You asked for it.� Deliberately, Aida angled her hips and ground
down into his lap, crying out as her release shot through her like a bolt of
lightening. With every nerve ending in
her body on fire, she kept moving over her husband, clinging to him as if she
were afraid of what would happen if she let go.
Sands let of a
string of unintelligible prayers and curses at her abrupt movement before
arching as much as his body would allow with her weight on top of him and let
out a gravelly yell that tore at his throat and left him hoarse. As he thrust his orgasm into her, he uttered
statements that he wasn�t completely aware of ranging frow bow beautiful and
sexy she was to how good she was making him feel. There were none of the hateful names he had
called her before; his subconscious somehow managed to keep them in check for
her sake. Once he was finished, or at
least once he thought he was, he leaned back against the headboard again,
letting out a mixture of a moan, gasp and a whimper as dwindling spasms of her
inner muscles around him drew his orgasm out longer.
�You were right,�
she murmured, her orgasm completed and her body completely boneless against
his.
�Of course I was. Right about what?� he asked slowly, enjoying
her limp weight against his body.
�This was better
than good, clean fun.� Her eyelids were
heavy, but since her head was resting on his shoulder, she didn�t bother trying
to keep them open.
�Much better,�
Sands agreed. �If you�re going to fall
asleep on me, the least you can do is let me actually lay down on the bed
first. This isn�t the most comfortable
position to sleep in, you know,� he said gently.
�I�m not a
heifer. You move.�
Sands let out a
soft snort of a laugh at her statement, but did as she directed. �Nope, definitely not a heifer,� he said
wryly, laying flat and holding her tightly against him, enjoying the way their
bodies were so intimately joined and the way he could feel her breathing and
her heartbeat against cheschest. It both
calmed him and made him sleepy.
�I should get up,�
she murmured, moving closer to him.
�Why? Don�t. Stay.�
'> �No, I need to take
my pills,� she murmured. Shortly after
they�d arrived, Aida had sucked it up and called her doctor. The woman hadn�t been happy at all that Aida
was in Hawaii, but there wasn�t
much to be done about that. Instead, the
doctor�s office had faxed a few prescriptions over and Aida had dutifully
picked them up, if only to assuage her own guilt.
Sands frowned
deeply, but couldn�t find the will to argue to not do something to make herself
better or more comfortable. He may be
sociopathic and without conscience, but he couldn�t do that. �Alright. As long as you come back,� he murmured with a
slight sigh.
�Always.� She kissed him lightly before forcing herself
out of bed.
There was a
rattling of pill bottles for a minute of two, followed by the sound of water
rushing into a glass. Aida padded back a
little while after that snugsnuggled up to her husband. �There.
Set for another day.�
�Are you alright?�
Sands asked softly, kissing her forehead gently as she lay on his shoulder. He hadn�t wanted to ask � hadn�t wanted to
reveal how worried all of this made him feel � but he hadn�t been able to stop
himself.
�I�m fine. Ask me later when I might be ruing not taking
these with food, but for the moment I�m golden.�
�Golden, huh? I guess I can live with that,� he said with a
smile, a niggling worry still eating away at him. He was doing his best to ignore it. It was a hell of a lot easier to convince
himself while that fucking other voice wasn�t around. He hadn�t thought such a thing was possible,
but he hated that biting, nameless voice even more than Jeffrey.
�Did you know that
gold is the only metal that doesn�t rust, tarnish, or anything else?� she
asked, clearly not entirely awake anymore.
�No, I did not know
that, spitfire,� he said softly, smiling at her seemingly random comment. �Take a nap. I�ll wake you up in time for dinner . . . probably.�
�It is,� she
yawned. �And did you know that if you
screened all the trace amounts of gold out of the world�s oceans, there�d be
more than enough to pay off the National Debt?�
�I did not know
that either. Is this more wisdom ala
Aida? Should I be writing this down?�
Sands teased. He could see that she was
about to fall asleep, but he was wide awake at the moment. He didn�t really mind though. She could sleep, and he could watch her sleep.
It wasn�t a bad deal really.
�It�s wisdom ala
bite me,� she murmured, nuzzling her face against his neck.
�Well ok, if that�s
what you really want.� He tilted his
head and bit her on the shoulder. It
wasn�t a hard bite per se, but it wasn�t exactly a nip either. If Sands were pressed, he�d say it was an
innocent love bite that she had asked for.
�Don�t,� she
protesteushiushing him away ineffectively.
�Wanna sleep.�
�Then sleep
spitfire. I�m not stopping you.� He kissed the place he had bitten gently, and
began whispering soft murmurings into her ear to get her to fall asleep. Most of it was gibberish, but not all. �Siete la donna che pi�
bella ho visto mai. Ti amo. Siete l�unica
cosa che importa. Siete il mio
mondo. Ti amo,� he whispered softly. He had something of a knack for languages. He didn�t know what had made him demonstrate
that now, only that it seemed the thing to do.
Aida smiled,
clearly enjoying his little demonstration of affection. �What does that mean?� she murmured, just on
the edge of sleep.
�Significa che cosa
significa,� Sands said with a smirk before sighing
softly. �It means, �You are the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. < sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I love
you. You are the only thing that
matters. You are my world.��
�I like that.� If he talked her to sleep, she�d be the
happiest woman on earth, but she was too tired to relay that bit of
information.
�Want me to keep
going? It doesn�t have to be in Italian
if you don�t want,� he whispered.
�It�s nice,� she
murmured. �I want you to . . . hold me
in your arms . . . and . . . and tell me all the things you�ve wanted to but
never could. And I won�t understand what
un . . . unless you tell me.� This
declaration was broken by several yawns, but Aida clung to consciousness. She liked hearing her husband talk.
Sands nodded
gently. �Alright. I think I can do that,� he murmured, wrapping
his arms around her and holding her close. �Mi rendete la cura. Mi rendete il tatto.
Mi rendete l�amore e danneggiate e sorridete e gridate. Lo incitate a desiderare < cla class=SpellE>essere migliori di sono.
Lo mantenete
qui. Siete l�unica cosa < cla class=SpellE>nella
mia vita che vale qualche cosa. E senza voi, Sono niente.
Ti amo.� He paused and took a breath, his voice barely
above a whisper. �You make me care. You make me feel. You make me love and hurt and smile and cry. You make me want to be better than I am. You keep me here. You�re the only thing in my life that is worth
anything. And without you, I am nothing.
Mi fuoco dello sputo,� he said fondly.
Whether Aida ever
heard the translation or not was debatable.
All Sands knew was when he finished speaking, the soft, even breaths of
his sleeping wife filled the room.
Sands gave her a
small smile and ran a hand over her head gently before settling back to watch
her sleep. �I love you, spitfire. More than anything. Il mio amore.�
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