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clasclass=MsoNormal>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 parked in an upscale shopping district, coming
around the car to help Salida out like the gentleman he wasn�t.
�You remember when
you once told you liked to see me all in black, vixen?� he asked as she looked
around. �Something about how it made my
skin look like ivory or something like that?
You said you�d make me wear it only if you had a dress so we�d
match. I wasn�t entirely open to that
idea, but I figure since I�m already dressed for the occasion today � not that
I�ll wear this later � I�d give you the chance.
That�s what I want to buy you, vixen.
A black dress so we�ll match again.
Well, that and a few other things, but that�s the only clothing I intend
on buying you. Unless you need fucking
accessories that is.�
She didnant ant a
dress. That wasn�t the mood she was in. She wanted to
flirt, and arouse, and play. �All I need
for us to match is something
black. It doesn�t need to be a dress,�
she murmured, looking around the posh surroundings.
Jeffrey raised an
eyebrow at that. They had just been
about to enter the boutique where he had bought her other dresses, but he
didn�t enter at her words. �Do you not
want a dress? Because I might be willing
to fucking compromise if I like your other options.�
�I was thinking
more along the line of really tight leather pants,� she said blithely.
�Uh huh. Not going to happen, vixen,� he said with a
wry grin. �Hmm . . . maybe a leather skirt though.
That could be fucking sexy,� he said, his grin turning wicked. �It wouldn�t necessarily match what I was
planning on wearing tonight though.�
She grinned slyly,
using a single finger to trace patterns on his chest. �Well. . .� she murmured, pursing her
lips. �Perhaps the plan needs to be
revised. You know that bar that was just
a few blocks over from our hotel? The
one that always had live music in the evenings?�
�Yeah . . . I know
it, vixen. Why?� he asked warily.
�I�ll meet you
thereseveseven,� she purred, kissing his jaw.
�We�ll play a little game. A bit
of cat and mouse if you will.�
�What do you mean,
you�ll fucking meet me there at seven? Where
are you going?�
�Jeffrey. . .� she
playfully whined. �I want to play. But we can run the rest of your errands
first.�
�Oh. You want to fucking play, do you?� he said
with a wicked smirk. �Alright fine. You�ll getplayplay. But yes, I do want to finish what I wanted to
do today first.�
�Good. I don�t want to go too long without you.�
�Of course you
don�t,� Jeffrey said with more than a hint of smugness, leaning over to kiss
her forehead. �Come on. I�m in the mood to buy you something, and if
it�s not going to be a dress, then I�ll move on to the next item on my list.�
�And what�s that?�
she asked as he pulled her down the street.
�I intend to charm
you, vixen,� he said with a smirk.
�I thought we�d
been over this already,� she mock sighed.
�What can I
say? I�m a slow learner and fucking
stubborn on top of it,� Jeffrey said with a smirk, leading her down the street
towards the jewelry store where he had done all of his business. If they didn�t have charms, then they�d probably
know who would.
�Oh, I have nothing
against jewelry,� she quipped. �It�s
your dubious �charms� I�m doubting.�
I like surprising you.�
�I know you do,
vixen. Alright. You said you want to meet me at the caf� at
seven. It�s a little past four now. If you�re sure you�ll be alright
on your own, I�ll leave you to it. Will
I see you back at home?�
�That would ruin
the surprise,� she murmured into his neck.
�I�ll manage. Bring the car with
you tonight though.�
�Alright.�
�But I�ll see you in a few hours.
Have fun. I promise I won�t stand
you up,� he said with a wicked smirk, rising from the bench. �And if I do, you know where I live to go and
beat the shit out of me for doing so.�

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At five after seven,
Salida was at a pool table in the back of the bar called �The Jazz Pit.� She was pretending interest in a game she was
playing, ignoring the leers of her male opponents, and glancing at the door
every time it opened. Jeffrey wasn�t
here yet, but she was alright. The men around here might look, but none had
dared touch. She was feeling dangerous
tonight and they seemed to feel that.
Not to mention they were all still sober enough to know better than to
test a woman in four-inch spiked boots.
Jeffrey pulled up
in front of the caf� and cursed. He was
late. He had spent a good fifteen
fucking minutes trying to tie his goddamn tie before Aida finally grew
irritated either by his loud string of curses or his unwillingness to ask Sands
for help � he wasn�t sure which � that she finally just tied it for him. After that, everything else had been easy,
even attaching the red rosebud to his lapel, but his battle with the tie had
still managed to make him late.
He re-buttoned his
black suit coat, got out of the car, and walked into the caf�, drawing more
than a few stares from the people gathered there. He paid them no mind. He had eyes for only one person tonight. As he entered the caf� he immediately began
looking for her, and his heart leapt up into his throat as he saw her. �You�re pardoned,�
Jeffrey said wryly, not commenting on her dirty little trick and setting out to
win this fucking pool game. He managed
to get two more solids before doing the worst thing imaginable at this
point-scratching. �Ah fuck,� he muttered
under his breath. He�d really wanted to
beat her too. Such
strength and power. I wanted to taste
that power. I still do. I wanted to lick the blood from your body and
taste the flavor of your kill. I wanted
for you to use that knife on me. I
didn�t care where. I wanted to see it
flash silver then red as it was covered in blood. It would be mine. I didn�t care. I still want you to.�
�No,� she
whispered. �I didn�t like it. I�d do it again in an instant if I had to,
but I don�t get the same euphoria from killing that you do. I don�t want power over anyone else�s
life. Just yours. When I�m able to lead you around by the nose
simply by wearing a short skirt, I feel invincible. Powerful.
Dominating.� Her hands started to
slowly travel up and down his ribs. �And
the only thing better than seeing you like this is hearing it. And feeling it.�
Jeffrey saw her
hesitation over her killing and changed tack.
A curious emotion passed over him when he learned that she didn't get
the same thrill from killing that he did.
Was it disappointment? He didn�t
know, and he didn�t really care at the moment.
�Oh vixen. You had me by the
fucking balls from the moment I walked in that fucking place and saw you. That fucking skirt is hazardous to my
health. Covering just enough to show off
fucking everything. You had every fucking eye in that place on
you. Every man in that fucking place
wanted you vixen. But you paid them no
fucking mind. You�re mine, vixen. I know you�re mine. And that, gives you
all the fucking power in the world over me.�
�I bought that
skirt for you,� she murmured, finally allowing her eyes to move from his and
start caressing his face. �I knew you�d
like it. Now kiss me and remind me why I
came back to you.�
Jeffrey kissed her
hungrily without hesitation. The raging
lust that was currently controlling him hadn�t even cooled while he had
spoken. He was just as fucking hard and
horny now as he had been after watching her kill. Once he grew breathless enough that he had to
pull away, he begin speaking softly once more.
�You fucking came back to me because I will love you more than anything
else on this fucking earth. I would do
anything for you, Salida.� He kissed her
again.
She moaned, and let
her hands wander. Wrapping one hand in
his tie, she made sure he wouldn�t wander from her lips again, while her other
hand slipped between them to loosen his belt.
It took a minute or two, but she managed to finally get it undone. She then went to work on his pants, which
were a bit easier to open. Not bothering
to push them down, she simply worked her hand inside his boxers. His arousal was right there, hot and hard in
her hand. With a wicked grin, she
wrapped her fingers tightly around it and squeezed.
Jeffrey managed to
pull away from her mouth just enough to let out a breathy moan against her
cheek before she moved to recapture his lips.
It was very fucking hard to concentrate on anything while she squeezed, but he was certainly fucking
trying. The kiss they shared grew even
more passionate as he looked for an outlet to his growing arousal. He had to break up the kiss time and time
again to moan once more, unable to stop himself, but each time he resumed the
kiss afterwards with just a little bit more wild passion than before. She had him in the palm of her fucking hand,
both literally and figuratively, and he couldn�t think of a better place to be
at the moment.
Letting him go for
a moment, she grabbed his wandering right hand and put it on the hem of her
skirt, a clear order for him to get it out of the way so they could proceed
further. Jeffrey�s little declaration
had been blissfulree ree of any sort of �you�re the mother of my children�
talk, and she felt liberated. She was
slowly adjusting to the fact that she was soon to be a mother, but she would
never adjust to Jeffrey seeing her as only
a mother. All she wanted was to belong
to her husband, and he�d said she was his, but he had yet to totally claim her.
And she was
starting to grow impatient.
Jeffrey was
thrusting into her even before he became totally aware that he had managed to
move all impeding clothing out of the way. He didn�t care that they were still dressed �
he more so than she was � all the necessary clothing had been moved aside and
now they were one and nothing else mattered.
With the first
thrust he had already thrown himself into the struggle of keeping himself calm
and even enough so that he didn�t hurt her.
He wanted the pain and the violence himself, but not for her. He didn�t want to hurt her, and he wouldn�t. If it took all the fucking control he had
left to keep the bruises and blood from her body he would give it up without a
second thought.
�Oh, lover,� she
sighed, wrapping her booted legs around the small of his back and digging her
nails into his shoulders. Her head
rolled on the thin pillow as he started to methodically fuck her. He was restrained, but she didn�t care. All that mattered were his arms around her,
his body inside of hers, and his hot breath rushing over her cheek.
�Vixen,� he drawled
in return, his voice low and a bit hoarse as his breathing and thrusting
increased their tempo in tandem. He was
far past the threshold between making love to her and fucking her; this was
something wild and passionate, and not without love, but not gentle enough to
be called anything else but fucking. He
was also reaching the point where it became harder and harder to control the
ferocity of his thrusts. He wanted to
bury himself into her hard and fast. He
wanted to see her covered in blood once more.
Jeffrey faltered a
bit at that thought, his face furrowing into a frown. He needed to get a fucking hold of himself
before he decided she looked good in red blood rather than clothing and made
her to look that way. His control
slipped. �No, don�t. Stop, vixen.
Stop,� he said almost too soft to hear.
He needed a moment to find his bearings; to dismiss the blood-soaked
images from his eyes. To tell himself �
and make himself believe it � that he didn�t want to see her covered in blood,
that seeing her flushed and sweaty was enough.
But the image of her covered in her victims� blood wouldn�t leave.unstained skin that you�ve spent hours admiring.�
�Not to me, not
right now you don�t. I see you covered
in blood. I can see the stains of it
soaking through the sheets. I can almost
hear the dripping over there,� he pointed to a spot on the floor next to the
bed, �where it�s collecting from the sheet hanging off of the bed. It�s not real, I know it�s not. But I�m seeing it anyway, vixen. And it�s clear as the nose on my face.�
�It�s not,� she
whispered, moving until she was five feet from the doorway to the
bathroom. �My skin is whole, tanned . .
. I have a small mole on my left bicep, a tiny one right above my right ast.ast. My wedding ring is etched into
the skin of my left ring finger. There�s
a small scar on my right calf from where I cut myself on some wire a few years
ago � almost a perfect crescent of paler skin.
The only things on my body that are red are my toe nails and finger
nails � because I painted them � and my lips, because you�ve been kissing them. And I loved all of it. I�m fine, Jeffrey.�
Jeffrey shut his
eyes tight and tried to focus on the things she had told him about in his
mind. He knew her skin. He knew the pattern of herthmrthmarks and
scars; he had memorized them all. He
tried to picture them as they were, not as his fractured brain was insisting
they looked. It�s me
who�s not. I have no fucking idea what
just happened.�
�Com�ere,� she
whispered, holding out her arms.
Jeffrey hesitated,
examining his emotions, and moved over to her when he decided he was more
worried about what had just happened than anything else at the moment. Even the strongest psychosis couldn�t stand
up to good old fashioned, gut-wrenching fear, it seemed.
�Shh,� she
breathed, wrapping her arms around him and leaning her temple against the head
he rested against her shoulder. His arms
contracted, squeezing her against him tightly.
�It�s alright,� she assured him, placing small kisses on his scalp. �Check if you have to.�
�I already knew it
wasn�t real, vixen,� he whispered. �But
I couldn�t stop seeing it. It was what I
thought I wanted to see, why I backed away from you. Guess I got my fucking wish,� he muttered.
�I don�t like
this,� she murmured. �First Sands has
another personally pop out of his head, and now you�re seeing things. This can�t be good.�
�It�s not the first
time that I�ve seen things. It wasn�t .
. . like that, but it happened one other time,� Jeffrey muttered in
return. �And no, it�s not fucking
good. But I don�t . . . I don�t know
what to do about it, vixen.�
�We�ll figure
something out . . . together. Let�s just
get out of here.�
�If that�s what you
want,� Jeffrey didn�t move away from her quite yet. He didn�t want to leave the safety of her
arms.
�I want to be with
you, but not here. Not in a bed where
whores take their clients. We�ll wait
until you�re ready, but then lets go home.�
�I�m sorry. I shouldn�t have taken you here.� He paused, remember what else he had
done. �And I shouldn�t have taken your
money like that. I�ll pay you
back.� He moved away from her
reluctantly and began straightening his clothing, trying to return some normalcy
to his world.
�Don�t worry. You did what I asked. You took me somewhere so I could get
clean. And the money doesn�t
matter. What do I need it for? If I need something, all I have to do is
ask.� She walked back over to him and
stroked his face gently.
Jeffrey gave her a
weak smile before pulling away slowly and walking over to where his knife was
embedded into the wall. With a grunt of
effort he yanked it out and handed it to her, still not trusting himself with
it.
She tucked it into
the top of her right boot. Jeffrey
obviously wanted he kee keep it away from him, and if they were going to be in
the car, that was as far away as she could get it. �Alright, lover. Let�s go home.�

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Jeffrey moved through
the house silently, leaving nothing behind except the passing of air in his
wake. He had discarded his suit coat on
the couch as he had passed by, but he hadn�t stopped. He needed a drink. He knew however, that there probably wasn�t
any fucking alcohol in the house, so he would be stuck with water. He didn�t care. He just needed to cool the ravaging of his
throat. And a fucking aspirin the size
of a bowling ball might wouldn�t be unwelcome either. �Where do we keep the fucking aspirin, vixen?�
he asked softly, acknowledging her presence at his elbow for the first time
since they had entered the house.
�We�ve got some
upstairs in the bathroom. I don�t know
if Grant has some stored away somewhere else.�
It hurt that he was ignoring her, but she understood it at the same
time. He was still trying to find his
equilibrium. She�d been doing the same
thing when she�d asked him to stay in Hawaii.
Jeffrey nodded his
thanks and went to the sink to fill a glass with water. He then walked over to her, glass in hand,
and spoke softly. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to fucking ignore you. I�m just . . . drifting right now it seems.�
�I understand,� she
whispered, trying to smile at him. Then
she turned her face away and murmured, �We�re both tired. We should go to bed.�
�I fucked
everything up,� he said with a grim smile.
�All you wanted was a night without all the rest of the shit we
routinely go through, and I fucked it up.
I�m sorry, vixen,� he said softly, looking down into his glass of
water. He didn�t really have a headache,
yet, but he could feel a monster of one coming on after the onset of his little
. . . hallucination or whatever the fuck it had been.
�You didn�t wreck
it. I had the night I wanted. I got to flirt with my husband whom I love
very much, and I got to be treated like the sexy, vibrant woman that I now
remember he sees me as. I don�t need sex
for the night to be perfect.� She
slipped her arm through his and led him upstairs. �And if I can fall asleep in your arms, then
it really will be the perfect night.�
Jeffrey gave her a
small smile. �Then I�ll do my best to
meet your request, vixen,� he said softly as they entered the bedroom. She moved into the bathroom and came back
with a bottle of aspirin. Shaking out a
pair of pills, she handed them to him and after nodding his thanks he knocked
them both back with a swallow of water.
He then moved to set the glass on the nightstand and sat on the bed to
wait for his wife as she put the aspirin away.
Coming back into
the bedroom, she sat down on the bed next to him and started unlacing her
boots. It took awhile � the boots came
up to her knees � but she was patient enough to do it without pulling out the
knife and cutting them all off. Then she
stood and stripped off her skirt and bra.
Not turning to look and see if Jeffrey was watching or not, she pulled
on some pajamas and returned to the bed.
With hands that
belied the true state of his emotions as they trembled, Jeffrey untied his
shoes with the slow deliberation he had grown used to in the long weeks his
hand had been in the cast. Once that was
finished he undid his belt and pulled off his pants, grabbing them at the cuffs
and letting them hang straight on the pleats so he could fold them. Just because he didn�t know much about buying
the fucking fancy clothes he and Sands consistently wore didn�t mean he didn�t
know how to take care of them. He just
generally didn�t care. Now, he hung up
his silk sure and suit pants with a casual grace to take his mind off the
troublesome events of the evening. Once
he no longer had an excuse not to join her, he crawled under the covers and
willed himself to stop trembling.
�Goodnight, vixen. I love you,�
he whispered as he lay back on the bed.
She rolled onto her
side so she could rest her head against his shoulder. �I love you so much,� she murmured, using a
single finger to make him face her. �And
whatever is going on, I�m not about to go anywhere.�
�I know,� he said,
giving her a half smile. �I just wish I
knew what was going on, that�s all. I
don�t like not knowing. It . . . worries
me.� He could feel the headache looming
over him, about to descend despite the aspirin.
It didn�t look like he was going to fall asleep before it fucking
struck.
�We can talk about it later. Just close your eyes,� she murmured.
�Alright,� he
agreed softly, doing as he was told.
Propping herself up
on one elbow, Salida felt a strange wave of tenderness swamp her. Even with his eyes closed, Jeffreokedoked weary
and concerned. She�d do anything to make
that go away.
Very quietly, she
started to sing. �You�re my beautiful
melody/No querido estas sentir/Quien es mi amor/I can
feel your love calling for me/De amor, de
quiero/You�re my Spanish lullaby.�
You�re my beautiful melody/Not dear these to
feel who is my love /I can feel your love calling for me/Of love, of
want/You�re my Spanish lullaby.
Jeffrey was dimly
aware of someone singing, he wasn�t quite awake enough to recognize the voice,
he only knew that it was someone familiar and comforting. He focused on that voice and allowed sleep to
steal over him, at peace with the soft voice still echoing in his ears.

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Sheldon opened up his eyes slowly and closed them with a
soft moan. He didn�t want to get up and
go to school. Sure, once he got there he
enjoyed almost every bit of it, especially getting out of the house for awhile,
but he never enjoyed the waking up in the morning. Then, something odd happened. Something shifted upon his chest. No, make that someone. There was a woman in his bed! There was a woman on him! A stranger!
Sheldon immediately flung himself out of bed, trying to get away from
this strange woman. Where was he? This wasn�t home! Where were his mother and father? He backed himself against a wall and began to
slide down it, scared and alone, not knowing what to do. But he wouldn�t cry. His father didn�t abide by crying. He said it was for the weak. Sheldon wasn�t entirely sure what that meant,
but he knew he would get yelled at if he cried, so he kept his tears to
himself.
Disturbed by her
husband�s sudden exit from the bed, Salida murmured something impolite in
Spanish and then flung out one arm to search the bed, slowly coming more and
more awake. Her husband was nowhere to
be found.
With a groan she
opened her eyes, for a moment seeing nothing more interesting than the
pillow. What�s going on? she asked herself before the events of the night
before came rushing back to her. When
they did, she bolted upright in the bed, looking around. She found Jeffrey huddled against the far
wall, looking more disturbed than she'd ever seen him.
�Jeffrey, what�s
wrong?� she asked, all the tension she�d lost during the night, rushing back to
her body.
�Who-who are you?�
Sheldon stuttered in a trembling voice, not moving from his place against the
wall. �Where am I?� he added, the second
question using up most of the bravery he was holding on in the face of this
strange woman.
Salida�s eyebrows
snapped together in a frown. Looking
around she saw it was just before seven.
�Jeffrey, it�s too early for this, so don�t start. Just come back to bed.�
�Back to bed?�
Sheldon squeaked, his eyes darting from her to the empty space on the bed she
was gesturing to. �That�s not my bed,
ma�am, and my name�s not Jeffrey,� he said in a small voice, trying his best to
be polite despite his circumstances. He
then looked down and saw he was clad in nothing but his underwear and made an
embarrassed little noise and frantically searched for something to cover
himself with. �This has to be a dream,�
he murmured to himself with a bit of hysteria.
�Wake up, Sheldon. Just wake
up!� When he glanced over at Salida and
saw that she had not faded away like the remnants of a nightmare, he let out a
little moan and continued his search for clothing. �Please, ma�am. It�s not proper. What are you doing in my bedroom?� he asked
as he pulled on the shirt and suit pants Jeffrey had discarded the night
before.
�Sheldon?� Her voice was distinctly icy. With a lethal glare for him, she stalked to
the bedroom door, threw it open violently, then yelled at the top of her lungs,
�Grant! Get your sorry ass in here and
deal with your husband�s mess before I fucking clue him in!� Spinning around, she leaned against the
doorjamb and pinned Sheldon with another glare.
Sheldon couldn�t
remember having ever been so scared in his life before. This woman before him would haunt his dreams
for many nights to come, he was sure of it.
Her blue eyes were like ice and her tongue surely spit fire like a
dragon. He whimpered. �Please don�t hurt me, ma�am. I didn�t do anything. I didn�t mean to
disturb you. I�m sorry.� The tears were threatening to fall now, but
still he held them back.
�Stop whimpering,�
she muttered. �I�m not going to fucking
touch you.� Then she muttered to
herself, �Where the fuck is Grant?� Then
she solved the problem by once more turning and practically screaming, �Grant!�
Aida heard the
summons the second time. She�d been in
the shower the first time Salida had called her, and so wasn�t prepared for
what had happened.
Dressed in clean
pajamas, she walked out of her bedroom and down the hall, slowing when she saw
the look on Salida�s face. �What is it?�
�Didn�t you fucking
hear me?� Salida asked, her voice low and dangerous. �Your fucking husband disappeared and took
mine with him, and now I�m stuck with some fucking cry-baby!� Her voice had raised enough by the end that
Sheldon could hear her. �You know him,
you fucking deal with this.�
She then pushed her
way past Aida and disappeared down the stairs.
Aida looked after her for a moment, then cautiously entered the
room. �Sheldon?�
Sheldon let out
another whimper and brought up his hands to clasp over his ears, willing
himself to wake up. This had to be a
nightmare. It couldn�t be real. Why wasn�t he waking up? He just wanted to go home. He wanted to wake up in his own bed in his
house, away from the banshee or witch or whatever the woman was that had yelled
at him. He had to get away from her.
�Sheldon? It�s Aida.�
And I�m going to kill Salida. How could she be so callous? This was who her husband had been at one time
as well. Why couldn�t she be more
understanding? �I�m not going to hurt
you, Sheldon, and I won�t let her er.�er.�
Moving slowly, she rested two fingers on the back of his wrist and
waited for him to react.
Sheldon flinched
away from her touch at first but then something clicked in his head and he
opened his eyes to look at her. �Aida,�
he moaned, leaning over to bury his face in her shoulder. �Am I dreaming? Why can�t I wake up?�
Because you are awake. �You must
have sleepwalked here,� she murmured, stroking his head.
�But this isn�t my
house! Where are my parents? What am I doing here?� he asked
frantically. �And who is Jeffrey? That mean woman, she called me Jeffrey. And you called me Sands last time. Who are they, Aida? Tell me, please,� he begged her. �I don�t understand.�
�It�s alright,� she
calmed him. �It�s nothing you need to
worry about. Trust me, alright?�
Sheldon pulled back
to look at her with wide eyes as if he wanted to argue, but he calmed
minutely.She�s not playing tricks on you kid. It�s the truth. You�re a fucking voice inside Sands�
head. Like me. Hey wait.
Fuck. Sands, how could you make
up this fucking kid in the first place?
I think I�m fucking insulted. And
what did you need him for when you�ve got me?
For fuck�s sake, Jeffrey. I didn�t choose to create either of you. My life would have a lot less hassle if
neither of you existed. So shut the fuck
up before Sheldon has a fucking stroke or something and kills us all.
�No, it�s not
true. It can�t be true. I�m real, Aida. I�m real!
I want to go home. I want to go
back to my parents. I don�t care about
books or school or cats anymore. I just
want to go home.�
You can�t go home, Sheldon. It�s not there anymore.
�What do you mean
my home�s not there anymore? Where is
it?�
Sheldon�s hands
were gripping hers enough to hurt, to make her bones creak and ache, but she
said nothing. �Your home burned down ten
years ago, Sheldon.� Tears pricked her
eyes at the pain she was causing. �Your
parents were inside. They died. Jeffrey got you out. I don�t know why you can't remember this �
perhaps you�re the last bit of goodness he has.�
Sheldon made a low
keening now in the back of his throat before growing utterly silent.
�He�s gone
kitty. Or at least, not here. He�s sitting in the back of our fucking mind
saying �not true,� over and over again,� Jeffrey said suddenly, letting go of
Aida�s hands.
�You had to do it,
Aida,� Sands whispered. �You didn�t have
a choice.�
�You two didn�t
help,� she said, backing away. �You two
and Salida. If he hurts, then you hurt,
and I was trying to stop that.�
�He couldn�t
fucking stay, kitty. He was just a
kid. He would get us all caught by the
fucking cops. And then where would we
fucking be?�
�I appreciate you
trying to help, Aida, but there�s nothing you could have done.�
�I don�t believe
that. He�s a part of you. He�s the gentle, delicate, terrified part of
you that you refuse to admit to.� Aida
was trembling.
�I suppose that
makes me the hard, caustic, cocky, psychopathic part, huh kitty?� Jeffrey asked
coldly.
Sands ignored
him. �He won�t survive in this world,
Aida. You must know that.�
�If you had treated
him like a child ��
�He was a fucking child!� Jeffrey shouted
just a hair ahead of Sands.
�He is one!� she yelled back. �He�s a child, and will always be child, just
like you�re both bastards!� She ran from
the room.
Sands chased after
her. He wasn�t really fucking mad, but
he wasn�t going to let her run out like that either. He needed her to fucking understand what was
going on. Jeffrey was right. Sheldon was a liability. Shouldn�t she be happy that he was gone? He was a threat to them all. Why was she acting like this? She was making it fucking seem like he had
done something wrong. He hadn�t hurt
Sheldon, he hadn�t really done anything to him.
Salida came out of
her bedroom before Sands could get to his and Aida�s. �Is the brat gone?� she archly inquired,
leaning against the wall.
�Yes the brat is fucking gone,� Sands said with a
scowl. He was really pissed off at
Salida for some reason, but he didn�t know what it was.
�He�s still fucking
up there, vixen, but I don�t think he�s going to be fucking bugging us
anymore. Kitty told him the fucking
truth about, well everything.� Jeffrey
was feeling some of the same resentment that Sands was for the same
inexplicable reasons, but it didn�t last when confronted with his wife whom he
loved. He didn�t give a shit about some
dumb kid.
�Good. He nearly gave me a heart-attack this
morning. Then miss Goody-Two-shoes
decided he needed to bedleddled.� Salida
rolled her eyes.
�Don�t fucking call
her that. She did what she thought was
right,� Sands hissed. He didn�t agree
with Aida�s actions, but he sure as hell wasn�t going to stand against her with
Salida.
�He didn�t fucking
needed to be coddled. He needed a smack
to the back of the head into reality,� Jeffrey muttered.
�Your wife�s
bleeding heart is going to get us all into trouble,� Salida replied, ignoring
Jeffrey�s comment.
A part of Sands
agreed, but he wasn�t going to tell Salida that. �Move aside, sunrise. I need to go speak with my wife.�
�While you�re at
it, tell her to grow a spine.� Salida
disappeared back inside her room before Sands could reply.
Sands growled in
irritation at Salida�s comment but made his way down to his and Aida�s room
without going after her. He stopped in
front of the closed door and opened it slowly, peeking his head inside. �Spitfire?
It�s me. Your bastard of a
husband. We need to talk,� he said
softly, moving into the room.
She ignored
him. Aida was curled up in an
overstuffed leather armchair, book in hand and her eyes fixed out the window.
Sands sighed and
moved to take a seat upon the bed, looking over at her turned head. �I don�t understand you,� he said
softly. �I don�t know why you care so
much. Sheldon isn�t a kid, he�s not an
innocent, he�s not even real, Aida. He�s
a f a fucking sign that I�m more cracked than I thought I was. That�s all.�
�I refuse to
believe that,� she murmured, not turning to look at him. �He�s you.
He�s who you were. If I could. .
.� she trailed off.
�If you could what,
Aida? Sheldon�s not me. Now granted, there might be some fucking
similarities, but he is not me. He�s a figment, Aida. Like Jeffrey.
He�s not who I was any more than Jeffrey is who I am now.�
�Were you scared of
your parents when you were very young?� she asked softly, ignoring his
arguments.
Sands
hesitated. �Every kid�s scared of their
parents in one way or another, Aida.
That doesn�t mean anything.�
�What were your
favorite books to read?�
�Why are you asking
me this?� Sands asked with a frown.
�Just answer the
question, please.�
�I liked . . .
plays. Shakespeare mostly. But Marlowe too,� Sands said hesitantly.
�Which plays? Hamlet? Titus Andronicus?"
�Everyone likes Hamlet,
Aida. I liked Macbeth too. And yeah, I liked TitusAnd>Andronicus.�
�Did you ever like
gardening?�
�No, I fucking
hated it,� Sands said with a scowl, not wanting to answer any more
questions. �You�re trying to find out
just how close I match up to your precious little Sheldon, aren�t you? Stop
it. He�s not me. He never was.�
�There wasn�t anything you liked about it?� she
queried softly.
Sands thought back
to times in the garden, helping his mother tend to her beautiful rose
bushes. It was one of the few happy
memories of childhood he still remembered.
�What does it matter? There are
no gardens anymore. They�re all
overgrown and dead now.�
�It matters because
I want to know.�
�Fine. Yes, I liked helping my fucking mother in the
gardens. Happy now? Does this answer suit your image of how I
was? How like Sheldon I am?� he asked
coldly. �Did he tell you I had hardly
any friends growing up? That my family
always spoke about me behind my back?
�Poor little Sheldon,� they�d say.
�He always was a rather disturbed individual as a child, you know. Always wanting to be left by himself; never
wanting to play with the other children.
And ynow now what his teachers said?
They said he started fights in school.
Can you imagine that?� Well, can
you?� his voice was like ice, and his eyes were like black chips of coal.
�He said he didn�t
get along with anyone, that he had lots of imaginary friends who talked to him,
and it seemed like the only teacher he liked was the one that ran the
library.� He was pissed at her, but Aida
couldn�t give up the hope that somehow Sheldon would help her heal Sands.
�Well isn�t that
special? I�m glad you two got so
close. Did you want to talk to him
now? I�m sure if I tried really hard I
could drag him kicking and screaming out of the pit he's dug himself into. You could leall all you wanted. Hell, ask whatever you want. Just don�t ask about the fucking fire. He tends to get a little skittish around the
idea that he murdered his own fucking parents.
I can�t imagine why.�
�Sands,� she
started, finally getting out of the chair.
�His hurts are yours. If I can
lay those to rest, doesn�t that affect you in the slightest?�
�No. It doesn�t.
You can�t fucking change anything.
You can�t change me by learning more about the child I was. It doesn�t fucking work that way. You can�t cure me by talking to me. You can�t fucking cure me at all.�
�I don�t want to
cure you,� she whispered. �I just want
to take away some of your pain. But
then again, perhaps you�ve gotten so used to it that you don�t even know you
hurt anymore.�
�Thanks so much,
Doctor Aida. Your psychoanalyses are
always appreciated,� he said dryly.
She looked at him,
shook her head, then left the room. If
he couldn�t take things seriously or without abusing withwith guilt, then she
wasn�t going to bother continuing the conversation.
Sands cursed loudly
and threw something against the wall. He
didn�t know what it�d been, only that it made a crash satisfying enough to
return his rage back to the cool fire rather than the raging inferno it had
been. With calm precision, he stripped
off his dirty clothes and made his way into the bathroom to take a shower. For the first time in a long time, he didn�t
want his wife to join him.
When he finally
stepped out of the nearly scalding shower almost an hour later, his skin tinted
pink and raw, he pulled on his usual severe ironically clerical black and made
his way downstairs. He didn�t want to
talk to anyone, but he hadn�t had fucking breakfast or dinner last night it
seemed, and he was fucking ravenous.
�Aida left,� Salida
informed him from the couch, where she was engaged in a black and white
movie. �She took the car. Said something about visiting some friends
and she�d be back later.�
�Fine. Whatever,� Sands grunted in return, making
his way into the kitchen to have a bowl of fucking cereal at least. Once he had finished that he retreated to the
back porch to have a fucking cigarette.
He didn�t care that Aida had left.
Really. It was better this
way. The current mood he was in would
only lead to more fucking arguments. And
he didn�t need any fucking more of those right now.
�Sheldon? I know you�re fu-in there. I�m not going to hurt you. Just talk to me,� Sands said, exhaling a
cloud of smoke above his head and tapping the ash off of the end of the
cigarette on the porch.
There was no answer
for a long minute. �It�s true, isn�t
it? Mother and Father are gone. Like Aida said.�
Sands sighed. �Yes, it�s true. She didn�t lie to you, Sheldon. They�ve been gone for a long time now.�
�Ten years, Aida
said. Who . . . who are you? How are we talking at the same time?� Sheldon
asked softly. �You�re one of them,
aren�t you? One of the voices?� There was a long pause this time. �Or I am,� he said with resignation. �That�s it, isn�t it? That�s what Aida didn�t want to tell me. I�m not real.
Are you real? Is the other one
real? Are none of us real?�
�It doesn�t
matter. I begin to lose track of what�s
real myself from time to time,� Sands said with a small smile. He didn�t know why he was talking to him, but
he couldn�t help it. Maybe Aida was
right. Maybe he really was a part of
him.
�Am I really a
liability? I think I know what that word
means. It means a danger, right? The other oneffreffrey, said I was.�
�I don�t know,�
Sands said honestly.
�I don�t want to
be, sir. I didn�t mean any harm. I don�t know how I got here.�
�I don�t either,
but it looks like I�m stuck with you now,� Sands said with a resigned
sigh. �You�re what, seven right?� Sands
asked, taking another drag on his cigarette without thought.
es'> �Yes, sir,� Sheldon
said between coughs.
�Sorry about that,�
Sands said, snubbing his cigarette out on the step. �I remember seven. And I was so scared that maybe you weren�t
coming back.�
�Shh, I�m here now,
vixen. I�m not going anywhere.�
�But you can�t
promise me that,� she whispered into his shirt.
�You can�t control it. Hell,
Sands can�t even control it anymore.�
�It doesn�t
matter. We�ll work this out, vixen. Together, remember? I may not be able to make you any promises
that I�ll always be here, just like you can�t really promise me the same
either, but I tell you this: I won�t fucking leave without a fight. I love you too fucking much to just fade
away, vixen,� he murmured into her hair.
�Jeffrey,� she
murmured, dragging her lips along the length of his neck. �Come back to bed.�
�I never should
have left,� he whispered in return with a smirk, following her back to bed
without hesitation.
�No,� she agreed,
still pulling at him, at his shirt, at the buttons on his shirt. �It was a waste of time. And we shouldn�t do that.�
�Definitely
not. There are far better ways to spend
time.� His hands moved up to return the
favor, removing every scrap of clothing he could as she pulled him towards the
bed.
The back of her
knees hit the bed and she fell, pulling Jeffrey after her. The silk of his shirt was soft against her
bared breasts, almost as soft as the lips that were tugging at her ear. Struggling to get his shirt off him, she
panted, �I think I�m hot.�
�Did you mean that
literally, or figuratively vixen?� he asked between kisses.
�Both.� She moaned as his hand crept forward to cup
her left breast. �But with an emphasis
on . . . on physically.�
�I know. I can feel the heat rising off of you in a
wave, enveloping me,� he murmured, trailing his tongue slowly in the valley of
her breasts while teasing her left nipple in-between his fingers. After a few minutes he pulled up off of her
and removed her last items of clothing so that she lay naked and beautiful on
top of the sheets. �Better?� he asked
with a grin as he removed his belt and undid his pants. He then quickly sat back and kicked off his shoes,
the pants going with them. �Because I
certainly am,� he added, moving back to her again, clad in nothing more than
skin, tattoos, and the cast on his left hand.
�Much better,� she
sighed, stretching her body under his, trying to lengthen herself so more of
them touched. �God, I need you so bad,
lover.�
�I need you more,�
he returned, positioning himself so that the length of his arousal rubbed
against her wet heat. �You�re fucking
beautiful, vixen. So sexy as you wait
for me. Are you ready for me? Because it certainly feels like you
are.� He rubbed himself against her
again, not able to stop a moan from escaping his lips as he teased her. He
was fucking ready.
As her answer, she
thrust her hips upwards and trapped him inside her. Through her sharp moan of pleasure, there was
a triumphant smirk on her face.
After answering her
moan with one of his own at the sudden contact, he smirked wryly at her as his
hips began moving in time to hers without thought. �That was a dirty trick, vixen. Feel free to practice it on me whenever you
want.� He smirked again and leaned down
to kiss her neck and ears with passionate randomness as his thrusts� pace
quickened.
She moved her head
away in irritation. Jeffrey was
persistent in his desire to be aimless though, so she eventually had to grab
him by the ears to bring him to her lips.
She kissed him, dominating his mouth within seconds, as her hands
scrabbled at the bedspread. She wanted
so badly to reverse their positions, to be on top, to be able to look down at
what she did to him, but Jeffrey was being obstinate and refusing to share.
�You�re trying to
turn the tables on me, aren�t you, vixen?� he asked with a smirk when he was
finally able to pull away from the kiss.
�Well fucking forget about it.
It�s not going to happen. I like
you right where you are, thank you very much.�
He punctuated his words with a few deep thrusts that left them both
moaning.
�I . . . I get to
be on top . . . next,� she whimpered in time to the grueling pace he�d
set. To tell the truth, she was quickly
getting to the point where she didn�t really care. All that mattered was the heat of his body,
the humid air that was stirred by the ecit cit movement of their bodies, and
the lust curling deep in her belly.
Jeffrey nodded in
response to her question before he could stop himself. He couldn�t deny her such a request now. �Oh fuck,� he moaned, feeling his climax draw
suddenly near. It hadn ton too fucking
long since they�d shared this level of intimacy. He had fucked up last night, but he wasn�t
going to let anything stand in his way today.
Salida forced her
eyes to open and Jeffrey�s face away from her neck. She wanted to watch him come, wanted to see
it with her eyes, to watch the emotions move over his face. Now, if she could only keep her eyes open.
Jeffrey was vaguely
aware of what she wanted when she pulled his head back to look at him, and had
no choice but to oblige her. It was that
knowledge that she cared to see him come and the look of purely feminine pride
she would have afterwards that finally pushed him over the edge and into his
release. He wanted to throw his head
back and moan as he came into her, but something kept him facing her; her hand
on the back of his head preventing him, perhaps. He didn�t care. He could only hang on as his climax raged and
his hands moved without thought over her body.
It was the feeling
of Jeffrey�s scalding release that sent Salida over the edge. But even in the grasp of a long-overdue orgasm,
she fought to keep her eyes open, not remembering why it was important, only that it was.
Her hips gyrated
against his furiously, her inner muscles pulling at him ruthlessly, demanding
everything he had to offer.
It was only after
she had milked him dry of everything he could give her that his orgasm finally
ended and he slumped on the bed just to the left of her, their bodies still
joined. He let out a happy sigh of
contentment as his flushed face made contact with the cool sheets, and absently
kissed the bare shoulder that was in front of his nose. �I love you, Salida,� he whispered.
�I know.� Her arms tightened around him briefly before
falling to the bed. �If this is what
happens every time Sands needs some time alone, I think I�ll be a very content
wife.�
�One can only
hope,�freyfrey said with a lazy grin. A
part of him was informing him that he should probably be concerned at Sands�
actions, but he ignored it. Nothing
mattered right now but Salida.
�This is nice,� she
murmured, as she looked up at him out of what could only be accurately
described as bedroom eyes. �Being here
like this. I don�t think I've felt more
. . . peaceful . . . for a long time.�
�Mmm, it is,� he
agreed in a lazy drawl. He moved up a
hand to play across her skin purely because he could. His fingertips traced along the curve of her
body, chasing drops of sweat across her skin.
�I�m . . . content.� He felt complied to share this realization with her
for some reason.
�Tell me,� she
murmured. �Tell me what you were
thinking the night I left. That first
night.�
�What do you mean,
vixen?� he mumbled iner ser shoulder, his hand still moving across her body
with lazy precision.
�You didn�t want to
let me go, but you did. Why? Why let me go then when it was less likely
than ever that I would come back?�
�Because I k you you�d come back to me,� he murmured.
cla class=MsoNormal> �How could you be
so sure?� she pressed, genuinely wanting to know.
�Because you were
mine, vixen. It�s as simple as
that. I knew you were mine and I knew
you would come back. You�re still mine.�
�But if I left now
��
�You�re not going
to,� he said, steel in his voice. �And
if you fucking did, I�d hunt you down and make you mine again, vixen.� He kissed her shoulder.
�Fine, then what
were you thinking du tha that last hour we had together before I had to leave?�
�I don�t recall
being able to form a great deal of coherent fucking thoughts, vixen,� he said
wryly.
�Jeffrey. . .� she whined,
pushing at him as if upset. �I want to
know.�
Jeffrey
sighed.
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