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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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�Spitfire, wake up.�
Aida moaned, and
turned so her face was half-buried in a pillow.
She didn�t want to wake up. She
could feel her body � half trembling and half nauseous � and didn�t want to
deal with it. Sleep was ever so much
kinder.
�Spitfire.� Her name was called again, this time as a hand
stroked her back and shoulders. �You nag
me to watch the sun rise, but you won�t watch the sun set with me? That�s not very fair. You�re not just playing with my affections,
are you?�
Grimacing, Aida
rolled over and blinked sleepily up at her husband. �Wha�chu want?�
Sands fought the
urge to laugh at the way her face had scrunched up as she attempted to glare at
him. �I wanted you to watch the sunset
with me,� he said gently. �It�s far
superior to the sunrise, I assure you.�
�Nmm.� Struggling
slightly, Aida fought to raise herself up into a sitting position to better see
out the windows, but her arms weren�t quite cooperating with her.
�Are you alright?�
Sands asked with a frown, seeing her struggles. �You don�t have to watch it if you don�t want
to. It�s alright,� he assured her. �If you�re still tired or not feeling well
just go back to sleep. It�s fine,
really.�
�I�m fine, my
love. Just because my mind is half-way
awake doesn�t mean my body is close behind.�
Reaching out, she took hold of his arm and used that to pull herself
up. �The mattress is just too soft. It�s not firm enough to help me.� Then, looking up into his worried face, she
smiled, and assured him. �I want to
watch the sunset with you. And then I
want to eat. And then I want to go for
our drive.�
Sands didn�t look
as if he believed her, but didn�t comment on it. He merely set his jaw, trying not to frown and
focused his gaze out the windows to watch the sun set. He had always liked sunsets, not that he had
ever made it a habit of watching them. s'> He
like the way the sun seemed to die in a riot of color as the night and stars
choked its light away. He watched as it
sank beyond the horizon, pinks, purples and reds all combining in such a way
that artists would kill themselves over in an attempt to match. He didn�t say a word throughout the display,
merely taking a measure of comfort at his wife�s warm presence at his side. When the sun finally sank out of sight, giving
a feeble last burst of light as it went, he didn�t turn away from it, and he
watched the stars come out to play. The
night sky was clear and a deep blue tonight, without a cloud in the sky to hide
the tiny pinpricks of light like spilled salt over a sea of black velvet. And the fact that the moon was still close to
full was something to marvel at as well. He felt an urge to go out and bathe in its
light. But that would have to wait for
later. �Where would you like to go for
dinner?� he asked softly, turning to look at her.
�Let�s eat
here. In bed.� Aida closed her eyes � this time in pleasure �
and rested her temple against his shoulder.
�Doesn�t sound like
a bad idea to me. Although one of us
will have to get up sooner or later if we really intend on eating. I�ll do it, I don�t mind. You want to eat now or wait a little bit?�
�Now. I�m hungry.�
She hoped that statement would
appease him at least a little.
She didn�t like it when he was worried.
�What would you
like?� he asked, trailing the tips of the fingers of his right hand over her
bare shoulder absently.
�A bowl of cereal
and some fruit. Perhaps strawberries.� She leaned into him, simply delighting in the
simple joy of touch.
�That�s not much of
a supper,� Sands said softly, still touching her without fully realizing it
even as she reacted to the touch.
�I�m not much of a
woman. There�s not as much of me to
feed,� she teased.
�Oh I don�t know
about that. There�s plenty of you for my
purposes,� he said with a small smile. �Are
you sure that�s all you want? We didn�t
have lunch. But if you�re sure, I won�t
ask again and I�ll go make the order.�
�Well . . . tell
them to make it a big bowl. A big bowl
of Cheerios with sliced strawberries and bananas. And some bacon. Will that be enough to make you content,
husband mine?�
�Probably not, but
I�ll let it slide anyway,� he said with another small smile, kissing her on the
forehead before getting out of bed reluctantly. �I�ll be right back,� he said, and made his
way upstairs to make the order.
He returned about
five minutes later and crawled back into bed. �Your breakfast and my dinner are on their
way. Does this mean that I have to get
dressed? Because the idea is lacking in
appeal,� he grumbled, laying down next to her still seated form, kissing her
stomach softly just because he could.
�But how far did
you get in math? And science? And even history for that matter?�
�Advanced Calculus,
Advanced Physics, and I could have been teaching the history class,� he
muttered softly. He�d always been smart,
but he�d always been insane as well. He�d
always figured the two went hand in hand.
�Your parents must
be rolling in their graves at your choice of wife,� she muttered, dismayed to
find out just how smart her husband was.
�They didn�t have
graves. They were cremated,� he
muttered. �And so what if I�m smart? me feel like a love struck fool around you and I think you know it.�
�You know,� she
said, her voice almost flat. �If we had
met in high school, I probably would have hated you.�
�Lucky we�re not in
high school anymore then,� he muttered. �Why?�
�You could have
taught every single class I was struggling to get a D-average in, that�s
why. Let�s just say I had something of a
chip on my shoulder against smart kids back then. Not that they didn�t deserve it. If you got good grades, then you�d be able to
get out of town. Get a real life. I was the school favorite for tending the bar
� and other things � down at the local pub."
�I hated school. I only went because it was what was . . . expected of me,� he said with a snort. �After my parent�s death I was sent to live
with family. They forced me to continue
to go. After a while I just said fuck it
and got a degree. I wasn�t doing anything
else.�
�Okay, that�s not
helping. It�s one thing to like school and get good grades. It�s another thing entirely to hate it and still pass without trying.�
Salida gaped down
at him, her mind reeling at the force of his release, but for no more than a
split second. Her body stole her control
away, a shrill scream erupting from her as she instinctively moved against him,
meeting each thrust and echoing each desperate gasp for breath.
At the sound of her
scream, Jeffrey closed his eyes and knew he was home. He didn�t even care that his ears were now
ringing as it echoed throughout the room, this was his beautiful, s
sc
screaming vixen, and she was his. And he
had come back to her. Nothing else
mattered. If he had his arms free he
would have held her tightly as she rode out her own release and never let her
go ever again. Since he couldn�t do
that, he settled on watching her, her breath coming in quick pants, her head
thrown back exposing the dark expanse of her throat, the way her negligee clung
to her every curve like a second skin. He
was so filled with such an absolute love for her at the moment that he felt as
if he were about to b. Don�t worry about it. �I�ll admit, the
image has its appeal,� he responded with a small smile. A sharp sword could do a lot of damage. Hmm,
maybe I ought to get one. It might be
fun. Wait, fuckmook,
where the fuck would you keep a sword? In your fucking back pocket? Think, asshole. Jeffrey scowled a little at that, but didn�t
let it bother him for long. He still wanted
a sword.
�You only like it
for the double entendre, I�m sure,� she murmured. �But it�s a very nice bracelet. I�ll always wear it. But you�ll have to get me more charms.�
�Maybe so,� he said
with a smirk at her comment. �Of course
I�ll fucking get you more charms if that�s what you want. Anything in particular you�d like or are you
going to leave it to my discretion?�
�I�ll leave it to
you. It�s your present after all.�
�Alright. Then prepare to be fucking charmed,� he said
with a smirk.
�I already am, god
knows why.�
��Cause I�m sexy as
hell and love you more than anything else in this world?� he asked causally.
�That doesn't mean
you�re charming,� she drawled.
�It doesn�t? Enlighten me, vixen. What makes me charming?�
�When did I ever
say that you were?� she asked lightly.
�Oh I�m sure you
must have at one time or another. Maybe
somewhere along the lines of �You�re far too charming for your own good,� but
that still fucking counts.�
She pretended to
think about this. �No. No, I can�t recall ever saying something like
that.�
Jeffrey snorted in
irritation. �Fine. I have absolutely no
charm whatsoever. I�m a mean old man and
a lecherous bastard. How about that?� he
asked wryly.
�Sounds ever so
much better.�
�Good. Glad I could be of service, vixen,� he
drawled, leaning over to nip her shoulder.
�Behave yourself,
or I might start to think you have designs on my person,� Salida teased,
leaning away from him.
cla class=MsoNormal> �Who says I don�t? I never fucking insinuated anything of the
sort, vixen,� he said, moving over to her again and nipping the side of her neck
this time.
�Who say I want you
to?� She laid back against the pillows,
well away from the restraints.
�That would be me,�
he said, kissing a line across her chest, following her collarbone.
�And why should I
believe you? You�re an entirely
disreputable fellow.�
�Because while you
are right about that � I�m probably the most disreputable man you�ll ever meet
� you still said �I do,� vixen.� He
smirked and returned his attention to kissing her chest.
�I did? Hmm . . . perhaps you�d best refresh my
memory,� she sighed. It�d been too long
since they�d been playful together.
�I don�t need to. It�s etched into your finger, remember?� He kissed her left ring finger then held up
his own matching one. It was a bit hard
to see behind the cast that still held his hand, but the tattoo was still
there. �See? We fucking match. Married. Hitched. Wed. Looks
like you�re fucking stuck with this disreputable man as your husband, vixen. What the hell were you thinking?� he smiled
wickedly and took one of her nipples in-between his lips.
�What was I thinking to get married so
suddenly?� she asked herself, teasing him in the process. If the look on Jeffrey�s face was any
indication though, he wasn�t as amused as she was. �What was I thinking that caused me to marry
the first man that showed any interest in me as an individual, who inexplicably
cared for me, who mourned for me, who understands me, who promised to love me.
. .� she trailed off. �Maybe I wasn�t
thinking, but I didn�t make a mistake either.�
�No, you fucking
didn�t,� Jeffrey said softly, his voice stern but gentle at the same time. �And you�re fucking right about all that you�ve
said too. I seem to be quite a man, huh?
I think you married above yourself,� he
teased, showing her he wasn't upset for her intimations � whatever they had
been � for questioning her thinking in marrying him.
�Did I?� she asked
softly, looking up at him. �Are you
implying that I�m not the prize you are?�
�Uh. . .� Fuck. Think fast, you idiot. �No, I wasn�t implying anything, vixen. I�m a fucking lucky bastard to have you for a
wife. I�ve said it before and I�ll say
it again. You�re fucking beautiful, sexy
as hell, near crazy as me, and you love me despite myself.�
�You love me
because of my face, my body, and a chemical imbalance?� she asked skeptically.
�I love you period, vixen. I love your every action and gesture. I love the way you laugh, and take delight in
the things around you. I love the way
your face lit up just now when you saw the fucking bracelet. I love your grace, your charm, your voice. I love the way your hair falls across your
shoulders when you�re not wearing a fucking scrap of clothing. Do I need to go on? Because saying all this about you is beginning
to make me fucking hornyxen,xen,� he said with a light smile, trying to regain
the playfulness they seemed to have lost.
�I like . . . I
don�t . . . It�s just good to be reminded.
You�ve been gone and I was having a hard time remembering.� Her eyes focused on his shoulder, not wanting
to see his face at the moment.
�Salida, look at
me. I love you and fucking nothing on
this planet is going to come between that, savvy? Now are you going to let me kiss you or do you
want me to go on about how much I love you? I can go on, no problem there, but I think
kissing you would be more fun. Maybe I�m
fucking wrong, we�ll see.�
�How about both?�
she asked, shyly meeting his eyes.
�Hmm . . . it may
be a bit difficult, but I think I can fucking manage,� he said wryly, kissing
her passionately on the lips for a long minute before pulling away to look at
her. �Let�s see, things I love about
vixen. . pan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I love your hands,� he said
picking up her right to look at it. �Don�t
ask me why, it probably is something perverse like I subconsciously love how
you use them on me, but that�s not necessarily it.� And there was something else . . . something
Dr. LaCroix told me when she called with . . . with
the news.�
�What? What is it? What did she tell you?� Jeffrey asked, getting
a little worried despite himself at hearing the slight hesitation in her voice.
�I have
anemia. My body is producing more blood
to support both me and the baby, but I�m not getting the iron I need apparently. That�s why I was having those dizzy spells.�
�Oh. Well, can�t you just . . . take in more
fucking iron or something like that to fix that?� Jeffrey asked with a slight
frown.
�Yes. Undoubtedly the obstetrician will give me
iron supplements along with pre-natal vitamins.�
�Pre-natal?�
Jeffrey repeated with a frown, guessing at what the term meant, but asking
anyway.
�Before birth.�
�Oh,� Jeffrey said,
feeling a little embarrassed now that he�d asked.
�Don�t be
embarrassed, lover. Lots of men are
clueless when it comes to babies.�
�Yeah, and I seem
to be fucking one of those men,� he said with a shrug. �But that�s alright. I plan to learn. I want to. I wouldn�t let you go through this fucking
alone. It is partly my fault you got
this way, so I feel the urge to fucking know what you�re going through. Well, most of it, anyway.�
That touched
her. How lucky had she been when she�d
decided to take a risk on him? Luckier
than she�d imagined then, and luckier than she could believe now. �You�re a good husband, Jeffrey.�
�Yes I am. . .� He paused. �Why?� he asked, genuinely confused. All he wanted to do was know what was
happening. It wasn�t as if he had gotten
her flowers or anything. He just wanted
to know. How did that make him a fucking
good husband?
�I don�t know how
many fathers take the time to find out any more about being pregnant than they
need to know, but I have a feeling you�re going to leave most in the dust. And that . . . I don�t know. It makes me feel special. Protected.
Like I don�t have to worboutbout everything.�
�You don�t,�
Jeffrey said without hesitation, utterly convinced of this fact. �I will always protect you,� he vowed
solemnly.
�I believe you.� Then, despite the utter seriousness of the
moment, she yawned.
He wasn�t biting hard,
but it was still fucking irritating. �Hey,
what the fuck do you think you�re doing, you little fuzzball?
Cut that out!� Jeffrey yelled at the
cat. Obsidian stopped a moment, looked
at Jeffrey with widened eyes, then resumed his gnawing.
�Hmm . . . I think
I may have forgotten to feed the cats today,� Salida murmured. �I was distracted.�
�No, they have food
in the dish. I saw when I was
downstairs. I think he�s just doing it
because he fucking can.� Jeffrey set the
plate to the side and reached down to grab Obsidian by the scruff of his neck,
pushing him over so that he was laying on the bed. Obsidian began licking a paw, seeming
unperturbed by the whole thing.
�Why are you
treating him like that?� she asked, a bit puzzled.
�Like what? I didn�t fucking hurt him or anything. I wouldn�t,� Jeffrey said with a confused
frown. �I just got him to lay down and
stop biting my fucking toe.�
�You cursed at him,
you called him names, and then you picked him up a bit roughly and moved him to
where he wouldn't annoy you.�
�Vixen, I curse at
everyone if you haven�t noticed. I call
everyone names. Your name�s Salida, not
vixen, remember? And I didn�t hurt him. If I hurt him, he woulda
clawed me. And I didn�t move him where
he couldn�t annoy me either. If I wanted
to do that, I would have put him on the floor. Why are you asking me all of this? I didn�t even think you liked him.� Jeffrey was even more confused now.
�I don�t.� Salida was unclear to her own reasons about
debating the subject with him. All she
knew was that it made her nervous for some reason. �Look.
Forget it. Sensitive pregnant
woman, remember?�
�Yeah, I remember.
. .� Jeffrey said slowly, petting Obsidian absently as he licked one of Jeffrey�s
bad fingers. �Alright. Whatever. Get some rest. You�ll need it,� he said with a grin.
�You�re right.� Moving over so she was closer to her husband,
Salida pulled the sheet up around her � it was too warm for more � and let her
eyelids drift shut. �I�m glad you�re
back, lover.�
�So am I,� Jeffrey
said, feeling whole again somehow just by her mere presence alone. It was as if a part of him that had been empty
while he�d been away had been suddenly filled. �I love you, Salida.� He had had to say the words. The feeling he was having right now would let
him do nothing else.
�I love you too.�
Jeffrey just smiled
in response, kissing the top of her head. �Get some sleep, vixen. I promise I won�t let the house burn down.�
�That�s good. I�d hate to have history repeat itself,� she
murmured softly.
�Wasn�t me. I was a fucking innocent bystander,� he
responded a mite defensively.
She was asleep
before she could hear his protest.
Jeffrey sighed and
kissed her again, getting out of bed briefly to blow out all of the candles,
Obsidian�s golden eyes following him as he did so. He then climbed in bed next to his wife;
mindful of Obsn mon moving into the area where his legs bent and settling
himself. Jeffrey just sighed in
resignation, and tried to follow his wife�s example. His last thought was filled with love and
desire for her before he fell asleep to the soft sound of Obsidian purring.
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