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�Sunrise, we�re
back. If you care,� Sands muttered as he
entered the house.
Salida still wasn�t
talking to anyone, although their reappearance was a relief. At least they hadn�t flipped out at the
hospital.
Sands hadn�t really
expected a response, so he wasn�t disappointed when he didn�t get one. He moved into the living room and sat heavily
on the couch, leaning his head back and rubbing a hand across his face wearily.
A hand that he noticed still had a
fucking hospital ID band attached to it. �Goddamn it,� Sands muttered and began pulling
at the thing to get it off with little success.
As Aida went
upstairs to take her nap, Salida handed over one of his knives so he could cut
the plastic bracelet off.
Sands accepted it
without looking up and managed to cut the thing off without slicing his wrist
open in the process. He then set the
knife at his side gently and leaned back against the couch again.
Salida sat and
waited for something to happen. She didn�t
want to talk to Sands, even to ask what was up with Aida or what was happening
with Jeffrey. Had he woken up? Had he been fine with the hospital? Had he asked about her? But her stubbornness kept her mouth shut.
�I haven�t talked
to Jeffrey since yesterday, so everything went fucking fine at the hospital. And then I�ll give him hell for leaving me here alone to worry.
�Do whatever the
fuck you want. I don�t care,� Sands muttered and left Jeffrey to speak for
himself if he was able.
Salida reached over
and shook his arm. �Jeffrey? Jeffrey, wake up and talk to me.�
Jeffrey twitched a
little under her touch, but otherwise didn�t say or do anything.
�Damnit, Jeffrey .
. . if you don�t let me know you�re alive I�m going to make you sleep alone
until I�ve recovered from giving birth.
And that�ll be six weeks after the fact.
Now wake up.�
Jeffrey shook his
head briskly then looked over at her with slowly clearing eyes. �Vixen?� he mumbled.
�Damn you!� she
yelled, immediately getting up and pacing.
�God . . . leaving me to worry and fret for the past twenty-four fucking
hours while you contentedly snooze
away. Sands kept saying, �Oh, he�s not dead, I can
feel him.� Well fuck him. What does he know? pan>pan>For all I knew you were in some sort of coma
and I was never going to see you again.
Damnit, don�t you ever do that to me again, you . . . you . . .� she
trailed off and threw herself back down on the couch. �What the fuck did
I do now?� Jeffrey asked with wide eyes. �And I wasn�t fucking snoozing. I don�t know what
the fuck it was, but it wasn�t that. It
was different than that. Worse, somehow."
�What did you
do? What did you do?� She couldn�t believe
her ears. �First you almost die while
doing something I knew was a bad
idea, and then I don�t hear from you until right now. Do you have any idea how fucking worried I
was? I�d rather face bastard a hundred
times than face that again."
�It had to be done,
vixen. I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to worry you.�
She grumbled
something that sounded very much like, �You�re a bastard,� then
she crossed her arms and stared at the far wall.
�Yes, I am. I�m an inconsiderate, selfish bastard who made
his wife worry. Well, I�m sorry too,
vixen.�
She huffed, but at
least deigned to look at him out of the corner of her eye.
�You told me
fucking not to and I went and did it anyway and nearly got myself
fucking killed in the process. I was
fucking foolhardy with my life and yours and I�m sorry,� he said again.
This time she
turned her head and allowed him to see the full range of her worry, panic, and
sorrow in her eyes. She�d spent the
night staring sightlessly at the wall, hoping each hour that he would wake and
call her, and building another wall against hurt each time he hadn�t.
�Tell me, please,�
she whispered, needing to know just how badly he�d been hurt. Hurt for her.
Jeffrey sighed and
leaned his head back against the couch as Sands had earlier, as if he were
feeling incredibly weary. �It took place
in the form of a fucking sword fight. You
believe that? I guess I need to practice
my imaginary sword fighting skills more because he was fucking beating me.� He paused, the scenes replaying themselves
over again behind his eyes. �He almost
fucking had me by the end. He was about
to fucking . . . take over when rnedrned the tables on him and took over
instead.�
Salida closed her
eyes and crawled over to him, resting her head in his lap. �You should have come back,� she
whispered. �The moment you were hurt,
you should have come back.�
�No, I couldn�t
have. You didn�t fucking see him, vixen.
He would have tried to take over if I
hadn�t fucking stopped him. And I think
. . . he would have won,� he said softly, fingers moving to play with her hair
almost unintentionally.
�No he wouldn�t
have. I wouldn�t have let him.�
�I know. But this way, at least we�re all still alive,�
Jeffrey murmured, looking down at her.
She leaned her head
forward and rubbed her nose against his stomach, just taking the time to
convince herself that he was really there with her.
�I�m really
alright, vixen. And I�m sorry I made you
worry.� A thought occurred to him and he
replayed her earlier words over in his mind. �Wait, where has Sands been that he hasn�t
been here?� he asked with a confused frown. �And why the fuck did he go?�
�Somehow he got it
into his head that he should go to the hospital since he had three seizures
while you and bastard were battlit out out.
I was against it, but that obviously wasn�t enough to keep him here.�
�He really had
fucking seizures?� Jeffrey asked with a frown, his brain hung up on that fact
for a bit and not considering the more shocking news that Sands actually, voluntarily went to the hospital.
�Oh my god,
yes. It was one of the scariest things I�d
ever seen because I had no idea what it meant.�
�Fuck me,� he
muttered. �I can�t even imagine.� He paused and frowned before speaking again. �Wait, he went to the hospital? As in willingly?
Sands?�
�Yes. He didn�t look happy about it, but he went,
Grant in tow.�
�Fuck. Can�t say I�m sorry to have missed that, though,�
he muttered. �Did they stay the whole
night?�
�Yes.� She sounded very unhappy.
�I�m sorry I wasn�t
there to stop them, vixen,� he said softly, moving his fingers down her cheek
in gentle reassurance of his love and his presence beside her.
�It�s not so much that I thought it was a bad
idea,� she clarified in a soft v.
p>

Salida gasped, and
bucked her hips up to meet his as their mouths tore at each other, needing to
kiss but needing to breathe at the same time.
This position was
perfect for her. As she threw one leg
over the back of the couch, she wrapped the other around his waist and grabbed
his hips in her hands. Every time he
thrust into her, she held him for a moment and ground her hips against his.
With every thrust
and her delightfully wicked � but unbelievably arousing so he didn�t really
mind � movement, he felt his release draw ever closer until he was panting from
the sheer pleasure of it all. �God, I
fucking love you. s'> You make me breathe,�
he murmured against her mouth, his brain too fogged with lust to ponder if his
comment had made sense or not. After one
particularly rough movements of her hips against his,
he gasped and bit down into her bottom lip hard enough to bleed before he could
stop himself. �Sorry, sorry, sorry,� he
murmured as he continued kissing her, lag upg up the spilt blood before it
could run down her chin.
She merely wiped up
some of the blood with a finger and held it out for him, wanting to watching him as he practically fed on her. Her body was so close to release; if she
could only watch his eyes, she�d get there.
Jeffrey immediately
took the offered finger into her mouth, not having the patience to take things
slowly as he would have liked and longer. He swirled his tongue around the tip of her finger
long after he had cleaned it of the blood before pulling away suddenly to throw
his head back and yell in pleasure and release as his orgasm overtook him
without warning.
The sight of her
husband losing himself so totally in her body was just the push she needed to
follow him into orgasm. Latching her
lips onto his neck, she moaned deeply, her hips moving frantically to wring
every last drop of pleasure from him.
Jeffrey�s yell
dissolved into moans as he continued to thrust into her as he rode his orgasm;
the feeling of her lips against his suddenly over sensitized skin sending a
wave of pleasure over him that made him shiver and gasp. He finally collapsed on top of her in a sweaty
tangle of limbs and moved his head into the crook of her neck and breathed
heavily against her skin, not even bothering to attempt to try and catch his breath.
Not minding that
she was being crushed, Salida wrapped her arms around him and simply held
him. It didn�t matter if a hoard of
police burst through the door this very second � she was not moving.
Moving his head
just enough to reach her chin, Jeffrey slowly licked the blood off of her chin and around where he had bitten into her lip,
careful not to lick the cut itself since it had already clotted shut. �Sorry about that,� he sighed, letting his
head fall gently to her chest.
�I don�t mind,� she
sighed, utterly content. �Mmm . . . that
was good.�
�Good. And yes it was,� he murmured in return, lazily
kissing a spot on her chest directly beneath his lips so that he didn't have to
move.
She stretched,
humming as an echo of her previous pleasure shivered along her spine. �Lover?�
�Hmm?� he murmured,
enjoying the way her body moved beneath his as she stretched.
�I�m hungry. I didn�t eat any dinner last night.�
�Alright. What would you like?� he murmured into her
skin, not moving anything except his mouth to answer her question. Anything else required more effort than he
wanted to give at the moment.
�Chinese.�
�Alright. When?�
�As soon as it can
be delivered. Unless you want to go out.�
Jeffrey thought
about it. �Does going out mean I have to
get dressed?�
�Yes. You�re not getting
arre now now. Or we can order in and you
don�t have to get dressed.�
�I vote for the
second option, then,� he murmured. �I�ll
call in a few minutes.� He settled
against her a little more before frowning. �Aw fuck. Kitty took the phone upstairs with her,� he
murmured, not wanting to have to get up and go get it. He sighed.
�I got it
earlier. Those parents of hers keep
calling. At least they took my mind off
all this for a little bit.�
�You talked to
them?� he murmured, thankful he didn't have to go find the phone in Sands� room
while kitty slept.
�I baited them
until they were so irritated with me that they stopped calling. Under normal circumstances, it would have
been fun.� She rubbed her nose against
his k.
>
"There's no egg."
"Then why do
they call it an eggroll?"
"Figure of
speech. Now eat."
"But I'm not
hungry," he insisted almost petulantly.
"If I'm
getting fat, I'm taking you with me," she threatened good-naturedly as she
got up from the table and clambered on to his lap. "Now open up." She tried to feed the bit of eggroll to him.
"You're not
getting fat, you're getting pregnant. There's a difference," Jeffrey
murmured with his head tilted away from her before clamping his mouth shut
tight. When she tried to pinch his nose shut to get him to open his mouth, he
pinched her bare thigh. It wasn't a hard pinch per se, but it wasn't exactly
soft either.
She squealed and
jumped up, trying to accomplish her mission the moment he opened his mouth to
laugh. The eggroll didn't quite make it
in, but he did end up getting a tiny bite.
"Happy
now?" he murmured after he had chewed and swallowed the bite of eggroll.
"No. You didn't eat all of it." Despite what she said, Salida popped the rest
into her own mouth.
"I'm just not
hungry. I'm not going to fucking waste away without your interference, I
promise."
"Sure, you say
that now. Just wait until I stop
interfering."
"You honestly
think I'll just stop eating all together if you stop telling me to,
vixen?" he asked with a
raised eyebrow.
"I never said
that," she said innocently, sitting back down in her chair and stabbing
another slice of cucumber. For some
reason she felt addicted to the things.
"Oh no? Then
what did you say, vixen?"
"You heard
what I said. I don't have to repeat
myself." This was fun.
"I'm still not
going to eat if that's what you're trying to do. I'm not hungry," he said
with a bit of wariness in his voice.
"Ohhh, and
how�am I supposed�to do that exactly?"
"Worship your
goddess, Jeffrey." Taking one of
his hands, she placed it on her hips.
With another little
whimpering sigh, he did as he was bid, moving one hand to her breasts and
tilting his head to that he could kiss a line down her chest. While his earlier
kisses had been lazy and random in their passion, these were fiery and
desperate, as he strove to give her what she wanted so that she would do the
same for him.
Not needing to part
her thighs since the restraints already did that for him, he moved his head
in-between her legs without hindrance, simply breathing hard for mentment
before latching onto her clit and sucking hard. If he was hurting her, he
wasn't aware of it. His entire focus was on that one act. Nothing else entered
into it. His hands moved to brace against her hips as did so, gripping her
almost hard enough to bruise.
Salida's eyes
slammed shut as she arched up at his rough treatment. This was her Jeffrey, rough, demanding,
uninhibited, and totally loving. To reward his efforts she ran her hands
through his hair, scratching at his scalp, as she let out every moan and
whimper that his actions caused.
He heard none of
them. He took what heted ted from her and trusted that she would do the same.
He darted his tongue deep inside of her and moved a hand away from her hip to
manipulate her clit at the same time, pulling away to growl a little in pure
las has he felt her muscles let out a single spasm as a prelude to her orgasm.
He then returned his hand to her hip and his mouth to her clit.
It was the growl
that pushed her just enough towards the edge that she fell at the first flick
of his tongue. Crying out, she tried to
move against him, but his hands restrained her.
Finally, she
collapsed back on the bed, panting for breath.
He didn't let her
catch it. Moving quickly, he was immediately on top of her, kissing her roughly
and moving against her with the same amount of force. He didn't thrust into her
yet, he wasn't so far gone with lust that he wouldn't wait until she was ready
for him-he was no rapist-but he wouldn't wait long.
Once she realized
she was being kissed, it took all of two seconds for her to respond, her hands
once more coming up to gently stroke his back.
The gesture was meant to be encouraging, and she certainly hoped he'd
take it that way. Despite her
satisfaction, she still felt empty.
Jeffrey wasn't
looking for gentle. He was looking for blinding confirmation of what she wanted
because that was all that would get thh rih right now. "What do you
want?" he grit out as he pulled away from her with a hard nip at her lip
that caused it to break open and bleed again. He paid the blood no mind,
waiting for her answer.
"I want to
scream," she grinned, pulling him back down to kiss her. Sands had fallen
into a state somewhere between daydreaming and sleep as he sat on the porch and
waited for his wife to return with Obsidian still on his lap. He stirred
slightly when he heard someone calling his name, but didn't open his eyes.
Aida spied her
husband through a window; he was still out on the porch, and there was a cat in
his lap. It was a darling sight. Unfortunately, she couldn't let them go on
sleeping. "Sands!" she called
again, moving on to the porch. "I'm
back."
Both man and cat
started awake, and man suffered as cat retaliated against the interruption with
his claws and jumped off of Sands' lap and ran into
the house. "Ouch. I hadn't noticed," Sands muttered.
Smiling softly, she
sat down on his recently vacated lap and leaned against his chest.
"What do you
want?" he muttered with a frown. "I thought you didn't want to
fucking talk to me? That you preferred silence? Well fine. Have it your way.
I'm going inside. When I decide I've had enough of silence, we can talk
again." He moved her off of him gently and set
her down on the porch before rising to his feet and stretching a little from
being in one position for so long.
"But I have
news," she said softly.
"Later. I
would prefer silence right now," he muttered darkly and went into the
house.
Aida sat down hard
in the chair he'd been sitting in. She'd
just been starting to get excitedan san style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now
she was numb. Trying not to get too
upset over her husband's behavior, she slid the two plastic slides out of their
envelope. One was dated a month ago, and
one today. Both were of her frontal
lobe. Both had a light-colored mass on
them. The one from today was smaller than the other. But
apparently Sands didn't care.
cla class=MsoNormal> It was her turn to
sit on the porch and stare blankly at the back yard, not noticing that the
neighbor woman had witnessed the entire exchange.

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Sands wanted to climb the fucking walls he was so irritated
and restless. He was pacing a circuit across the living room, clenching and
unclenching his fists as he went and muttering to himself in a soft voice. God damn it! I didn't want to fucking fight!
He cursed himself as ten kinds of moron for escalating things but he couldn't
make himself go back out to her. But he couldn't stay in here like this either.
He figured he had two options: either suck it all up and go talk to his wife or
go for a fucking drive or something. Anything to get out of the house for
awhile. He was leaning strongly towards the latter, but sense and love for his
wife was png hng him in the former's direction. "Fuck." He headed
back out on the back porch. "I've decided I don't like silence that much.
Too many complications," he murmured as he moved to stand at her side.
"Oh..."
she said, her throat tight. "That's nice."
San>Sands sighed and
moved into another chair a few feet away from her. "I'm sorry. I'm a
fucking asshole for dumping all of that on you. I'm sorry. You were trying to
make up and I ruined it."
"No, I
understand. That's alright. I'm the one that won't leave you alone."
"I don't want
you to leave me alone," he said softly, looking down his feet for a long
moment before giving her a sideways glance.
"Everyone
wants time alone at some point or other.
You have every right to that if you want."
"Yeah, well I
don't. Not now."
"You're not
alone right now. And I'm not pressing
you for anything."
That's right. "I suppose so." Aida did her best to look nonchalant as she
handed over the envelope. "See for
yourself."
Sands took the
envelope and slid it's contents out onto his lap
before holding up the two scans next to each other. "What am I looking
at?" he asked softly. He looked at the scans, and then looked at the top
where the date and name of the patient were clearly printed. "These are
yours?" he looked at the mass of white on each scan. "The
tumor," he murmured under his breath before looking at the newer scan
closely. The tumor was smaller. "It's smaller." For a long second he
didn't know how to react. His emotions were all over the place today for
whatever reason. He finally managed to settle for as bright a smile as he could
give in her direction. "You're beating this fucking thing."
Her smile was
slower in coming and smaller when it arrived, but it was there. "Told you I would. The cancer's not that bad.wanted to do."
"I want to get
out of here for a little while. I'm feeling restless," he murmured.
"Oh...okay. Have fun then."
"I want you to
come with me, Aida," he said with a frown as if that should have been
obvious from the beginning.
"No, I'm tired. Not good for much more than sitting
around."
"Then I'll
stay."
She laughed and
softly combed his hair with her fingers.
"Get out of here, my love.
Go run around and bring me something back. Maybe there'll be a pie waiting for
you."
"What kind of
something?" he asked with a grin just barely on the sly side.
"You're my
husband. You should know the kind of
stuff I like. Although I believe you
still owe me a few pairs of totally innocent pajamas..."
"Ahh, nothing
fun then. Fine," he said with a small smile.
"It's up to
you," she said as she planted a big wet kiss on his forehead.
Sands laughed
softly and wiped his forehead off with a face scrunched up as if to say 'eew,
girl germs' or something equally immature. "I won't be gone long, Aida.
"What'cha
going to get?" she asked teasingly, refusing to get off his lap just yet.
"Things for
you," he said with a mischievous grin. "And for me."
She frowned. "What kind of things for you?"
"Nothing illegal nor harmful, I promise," he said with a
smile.
"Oh, I hadn't
thought of that. I was just wondering if
these were the sort of things that wouldn't blush if my parents saw them."
"Oh, well now
I have to get you some things like
that. It wouldn't be fun otherwise."
"Sa-ands...."
"Don't 'Sands'
me. It's not going to work, wife mine," he said with a grin.
"I'll throw
anything like that away, so don't even think about it."
"Aww, why
would you go and do a thing like that for?" he pouted. "You're no
fun. We're married, Aida. They're
going to expect a certain amount of that, you know. But fine. If you want to
keep them from certain aspects of
your life, that's your decision to make. Just�you may want to make sure they
stay out of Jeffrey and sunrise's room."
"Expecting it
and seeing it on the coffee table are two entirely different things," she
informed him.
"It wouldn't
be on the coffee table," he reasoned before sighing. "Fine. No fun
purchases to freak out the parents. I'll be good."
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