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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.
This chapter also rated for Jeffrey�s psychotic half.

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�I�m giving you a chance to go
along with this willingly, but no matter what your answer is, I�m going to give
you this shot.� Salida�s hands were
placed firmly on her hips and her eyes were narrowed.

�What�s brought this around, sunrise?�

�Something called a honeymoon, Sands, and quite frankly, I don�t want
you around for it.�

Sands placed a hand over his heart in a gesture that was eerily
reminiscent of Jeffrey. �You don�t want
me along? I�m hurt, sunrise. You know, it could be fun. . .� he trailed
off, seeing the look on her face.
�You�re not giving me a choice, are you?�

�No,� Salida said firmly.

Sands� shoulders slumped. He
didn�t like the idea of giving up his life, but between the woman in front of
him and Jeffrey, they had him cornered.
�Will I come back this time?� he asked softly. If she hesitated in any way, he was prepared
to fight, and damn the consequences. He
would not give up hife wfe willingly.
His control, yeah maybe if there was no other choice. But his life?
No fucking way.

�There�s not a cure for schizophrenia,� Salida pointed out. �And since that�s true, there�s definitely
not a magic potion that would make a once dominate personality disappear
altogether.� She took a bit of pity on
the man before her. He�d been good �
relatively good � for the past week. However,
that had meant that private time between her and Jeffrey had been scarce. �It�s the same stuff I gave you last
time. Just a bit stronger. The last dose was supposed to last eight
hours, and as far as I can tell, it lasted at least that long, but no longer
than twelve.
This dose should last twelve hours, but I admit that I haven�t had a
chance to test it yet.� She scratched
her forehead. �Any other questions
before we proceed?�
�Well, the dose I gave you was stronger this time,� Salida rationed.

�Yeah, I suppose that�s it,� Jeffrey said absently. �So, what exactly do you have in mind for our
little honeymoon, vixen?�

�Well, considering we�ve only got twelve hours . . .� she teased before
Jeffrey pulled her down into his lap.
�Lover!� she protested, squirming out of his hold. �As I was saying, we�ve only got twelve
hours, so I was thinking I that we go get some dinner, and then come back up
here,� she gestured to their surroundings.
�And when we come back up here, I intend to have that playtime I
promised myself ever so long ago. Me in
charge,� she winked at him, �you at my mercy.
And I promise you�ll have ever so much fun.�

Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow at that.
�You do, huh? Well, we�ll just
have to see about that, vixen, now won�t we?�
He then sighed. �Where do you
want to go to dinner?�

�You can choose, but I would like to be able to dress up. I went shopping the other day and picked up a
few things to wear.� She sighed. �And most of the dinner shows are probably
full already, not that I mind. I�d
rather be able to focus on you instead of having you focus on some barely
dressed dancer.� She glared at him,
pretending to be jealous. �It�s beyond
me why people would want to honeymoon in Vegas anyway.�

�Funny thing to say when you�re planning to do so yourself, vixen.�

�Yes, but that�s because we�ve been . . . working things out.� She looked at him again, noting that he
didn�t seem totally with her. Perhaps I went overboard with the sedative. �You alright, lover?�

�What?� Jeffrey said, snapping to the present.
pan>pan>�I asked if you were alright, but now I�m not so sure you are,� Salida
said with a frown.

Jeffrey waved a hand at her. �I�m
fine. It�s nothing. My mind just drifted
there for a moment, that�s all. Don�t
worry about me. I�m peachy fucking
keen. Fine, you want me to choose
dinner? I can do that. How about P.F. Chang�s? I�m the mood for Chinese.�

�What, no steak? The world may be
coming to an end,� Salida said with mocking fear, letting him change the
subject, but still not totally convinced that he was alright.

�Hardy fucking har, vixen. Keep this up and I�ll send you to bed
hungry,� Jeffrey warned.

�I notice you didn�t say you�d send me to bed hungry and alone,� Salida
pointed out with a smirk.

�I�m not a fucking idiot,� Jeffrey said with a smirk of his own. He then went to pull the yellow pages out of
the drawer beneath the phone and began to flip through the pages. �You go get yourself all fancied up. I have some calls to make. I�ll make reservations. But then we have to stop by Sands� hotel so I
can get a change of clothes,� he said slowly, not looking up at her.

Salida was still worried about him, but she didn�t press the
matter. If anything was truly wrong,
she�d take care of it when he let her, and until then, she�d remain
flexible. And it�s entirely possible that there was simply too much sedative in
that shot. That would make him lag.

Going into the bathroom to get ready, she poked her head out. �Sands� room is the penthouse, remember? That doorman greeted us . . . you . . . him . . . the other day, and asked if
everything was alright up there. Said that he�d heard nary a word out of you?�

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. That was
fucking right. The only thing was, he�d still never seen the room. Sands had hidden the key and had only gone up
to change while Jeffrey and Salida were both asleep. �Sorry.
I had other things on my mind at the moment, like getting my sexy wife
onto the nearest piece of furniture before we were interrupted.�

Salida smiled. That had been
rather fun. Looking in the mirror, she
used a clip to pin her hair back in a semi-sophisticated bun. It was something of a pain. �Jeffrey?
What would you think if I cut my hair?�

Jeffrey frowned. �How short?� he
asked slowly, somewhat thrown by the abrupt change in subject. He actually liked her long hair. He liked watching it fall to her bare
shoulders and running it through his fingers.
And while he didn�t really care if she cut her hair shorter than he had
his now, that would be somewhat unnerving and he knew he would miss it.

�Well, since I�ve never seen my hair any other length than this, I
thought I�d start with about six inches.
That would still leave it well below my shoulders.� Salida focused on settling the tops of her
stockings more comfortably. �Long hair
is very feminine, and I like it . . . it�s just that its
getting too long for me to handle.�
Resigned that things were as good as they were going to get, she slipped
her red dress on over black lingerie.

�I suppose that�s ok then. Not
that you really need my permission, vixen.
It�s your hair. Do with it what
you like,� he said, walking over to the bedroom mirror and taking in his
appearance. Black on fucking black again.
Doesn�t that bastard wear anything else? It was somewhat unnerving not hearing a
response from said bastard in defense of choice of clothing, and that annoyed
the hell out of him. He wasn�t supposed
to fucking miss Sands� comments. He was supposed to be happy he was gone. Jeffrey rubbed a hand across his face and
leaned over the desk, staring at himself in the mirror. Salida found him in this same position a few
minutes later.

�You�re not alright,� she
stated baldly, quickly walking across the room.
She placed herself in front of him, sitting on the desk, her cool hands
running over his forehead and pushing a stray lock of hair out of his
face. �What�s wrong? You can tell me. I�ll likely understand.�

�I thought I told you not to fucking worry about me? Aren�t wives supposed to do what their
husbands tell them to?� Jeffrey asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

�Not this wife,� Salida responded.
�At least, not this time. And you
didn�t answer my question, lover. What�s
wrong?�

Jeffrey sighed. �I don�t fucking
know. I feel . . . off, more so than
usual. And I don�t fucking like it. But that doesn�t matter. This is our honeymoon and I for one plan to
enjoy it. So don�t worry about me. Worry about whether or we�lwe�ll be able to
make it through dinner, wine and desert without wanting to run off and fuck
each other senseless,� Jeffrey said with a wink, running his hands down her
sleeveless shoulders lightly. �And I
love the dress, by the way. My favorite
color.�

Salida smiled, but tucked away his comment for later conversation. She had every right to worry about him, just
as he had every right to distract her.
After all, she often played the same game with him. �I bought it with you in mind,� she murmured,
accepting the kiss he gave her, slowly pulling away from him before getting
back down to business. �Did you get the
reservations made? Because if you did,
we should go get you changed.�

�Eager vixen,� he murmured.

�When I have the prospect of having you all to myself? Yes.
Incredibly eager. But also
looking forward to enjoying our night together.
All of it. And that includes our
meal.� She hopped off the deck. �Just give me a few more seconds and I�ll be
ready.� She still needed to put on some
perfume, not to mention a bit of concealer over the last fading traces of the
bruise on her jaw.

Jeffrey just shook his head at her passing and moved to the phone to
make the phone calls. Once the
reservation was made, for two hours from now � the earliest they could be
seated � he moved to sit on the couch and wait for Salida to return, becoming
lost in his own thoughts. He hadn�t
really meant to tell her about what he had been feeling. It had just slipped out. And he knew that while she had changed the
subject, she wouldn�t let the comment slide.
She would bring it up later when he wasn�t expecting it. This, he knew for a fact. �You ready yet, vixen?� he called out.

�Now who�s impatient?� she called back.
She looked in the mirror, making sure that her fiery red lipstick wasn�t
smudged. Then with a sigh that expressed
contentment and concern, she went back into the bed room, twirling so Jeffrey
could see the full effect of her outfit.
Or at least the outer layer.
/spa/span>Hair swept up, with just a few stubborn tendrils hanging down in gentle
curls. Sleeveless red dress that stopped
just above the knee. Black stockings
with a seam up the back. Stiletto heels
that made her the exact same height as him.

With a last flourish, she turned back to see her husband�s admiring
eyes, blushing slightly at her own display.

�Wow,� Jeffrey said approvingly.
�If you�re going to dress up like this every time we go out, I�m
definitely going to have to start taking you out more,� he commented with a smirk. Sands has definitely got
to go shopping. All this black�s fucking
gotta go.
He frowned at the thought of Sands and searched for him within his
mind. He didn�t know why he did it, he
just felt like he needed some kind of reassurance that he was still there. As it was, Jeffrey could still hardly feel
his alter-ego, but he was there, tucked way down deep in his subconscious. Jeffrey sighed a bit in relief but in truth
didn�t feel much better. He didn�t dwell
on the feeling though, he had much bigger issues at hand.

Like what to fucking wear
tonight. Something that�s not fucking
black. His search through the closet
yielded no favorable results however. Fuck, forget Sands. I
need to go shopping.
�You�re so crude, lover.� She
swallowed and waited for her heart to stop pounding so fast. �Not to mention that we could have left the
apartment without this �messy� little interlude if you could control
yourself.� She stopped his pst wst with
an upraised hand. �Yes. I know.
Poor impulse control.� She sighed
and looked at her watch. �We�ve still
got an hour to kill. I say we go back
down to our suite, I tend to my battle wounds, and then we go for dinner. Is that alright with you?�

�If I can still walk considering how fucking hard I am right now, I�m up
for it,� Sands said with a somewhat weary smirk. He moved his head away from Salida�s knee and
gently moved it back down on the bed. He
then took his time rising to his feet, stopping to adjust the constricting
leather pants every few moments. With
how tight the pants were supposed to be naturally, Jeffrey�s arousal was
clearly noticeable, and Salida couldn�t help her eyes from moving to it. �See something you like, vixen?� Jeffrey
asked with a slight leer. Salida
couldn�t manage stop herself from blushing at that.

But she didn�t back down either.
�Yes, but I�ll give you a more thorough answer later. After dinner.�

Jeffrey groaned.

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They were seated in a rather nice
table in the restaurant by one of the front windows. Jeffrey leaned over the pillar candle in the
middle of the table to light the cigarette in his mouth before speaking. �Well, we�re here, wife mine. I hope you�re happy, because you�re going to
fucking pay for your little comment later.�

�Oh? And what little comment
might that have been, husband mine?� Salida asked coyly.

Jeffrey opened his mouth to give wha what looked like a biting retort
when he was interrupted by the waiter. �Welcome
to P.F. Chang�s,� the man said, going through his spiel
on specials and demonstrating the use of the sauces on the table. Jeffrey ignored every word until he was asked
for something to drink, and then he ordered a bottle of expensive red wine and
two glasses. The waiter nodded and left
to retrieve his order.

�What if I didn�t want wine?� Salida asked him.

�Tough luck, sugarbutt,� Jeffrey said with a
drag on his cigarette. �I wanted wine.�

Salida simply shook her head. It
wasn�t as if she were going to be forced to drink wine if she didn�t want
to. She by no means wanted to get drunk,
but she might take a glass . . . she immediately saw the problem with this
entire scenario. �Umm . . .
Jeffrey? Dearest and most beloved
husband?� He looked at her, his eyes
telling her to cut the BS. �U . . . .
I�m not so sure having a great deal of alcohol at the moment would be
advisable. I�m not so certain that I
didn�t accidentally overdose you, and I�d like to stay clear of any hospitals
this evening.�

For a long moment, all Jeffrey did was stare at her, his cigarette
resting unattended between the first two fingers of his left hand. �You�re fucking kidding me, right?� he asked,
his eyes narrowing.

�We>�Well, that or there�s something bothering you that you won�t tell me
about. And without any evidence, I have
to come up with some sort of theory,� Salida defended herself. �I�m not saying you can�t have any wine, I�m saying that I�d prefer if
I didn�t have to worry about being the one to cause my husband�s premature
death . . . very premature if one takes into account what I�m planning for
later tonight.� Salida tried to be
serious and teasing at the same time, still concerned, but trying not to be intrusive. �I don�t want to loose you any more than you
want to lose me, lover.�

�I don�t fucking believe this,� Jeffrey said with a moan, rubbing his
hand over his face. �I thought I told
you not to worry about me. I�m fucking
fine. Just leave it at that.� The waiter chose that moment to arrive with
the bottle of the wine and the two glasses.
Jeffrey glared at the man coldly, halting his actions as he was about to
open the bottle of wine for them.

�Is there something the matter, sir?� the waiter asked with a frown.

�On second thought, you�d better take back the bottle. I�ll just have a glass. Wouldn�t want to make the wife upset with
me,� he said with a forced smile.

�As you wish sir,� the waiter said, removing the two glasses.

Salida watched this out of unamused eyes. The past week had been relatively smooth
sailing, so she wasn�t surprised that they were actually getting into a
disagreement. It was going to happen
eventually. She just wished it could
have been timed better.

She waited for the waiter to leave before leaning over the table and
saying a quiet voice, �Jeffrey, I love you, and I belong to you, and I want to
stay with you, but worry comes with the territory. If you don�t want to face that, tell me now
so I can leave. I refuse to sit here all
night long and watch you treat me as if my concern is childish. I�ve never worried about anyone in my entire
life, and I think I�ve done a damn good job about not being overly naggy or inquisitive, but I�m not a patient woman. You know that. And I�d rather spend the next hour wandering
the streets aimlessly before meeting back up with you at the hotel than to sit
here and have to watch you sulk all night.�

�I don�t like being fussed over,� Jeffrey said softly, not liking where
this conversation was going. Isn�t this supposed to be our fucking
honeymoon? What tuck uck is happening? �But I don�t want to fucking fight
either. So tell me, what are you worried
about, vixen? I�m not sure I�ll have any
answers for you, but I�ll try not to treat your concern as childish,
al-fucking-right?�

�I�m not trying to fuss, and I�m not even sure about what part of what .
. . something is bothering me, but I�m not sure what it is, so I�ll wait until
I can express what I feel without making a fool of myself and until you�re ready
to talk. As for the wine?� She took a deep breath. �That wasn�t fuss. Anyone with a large amount of drugs in their
system shouldn�t indulge in large quantities of alcohol. People who do are usually either incredibly stupid,
or they�re looking to commit suicide.
And I know you�re not either of those, so I�ll take the blame for the
fuss over the wine since I�m not sure I really ever informed you about what I
pumped into your bloodstream.� She
reached across the table and touched his hand.
�When Tess was doing her internship, I saw people come into the ER on
badly mixed cocktails of sleeping pills and red wine . . . it wasn�t
pretty. I couldn�t stand seeing you like
that, especially if it were my fault.�
Her voice and eyes had softened, showing she was no longer upset with
him. �I�d prefer not to be known as a
black widow.�

For some reason, Jeffrey found her last comment hilarious and started
laughing softly. �Oh, you could never be
a black widow. You�re a vixen,
remember? My vixen. My foxy lady,� he said with a wink before
breaking into laughter again. It was a
few seconds before he was able to regain control of himself again. �Fine, I�ll only have one glass of wine,
savvy? I wouldn�t like to end up in the
emergency room any more than you would want to see me� �
He broke off his chain of thought with a shake of his head. �And fuck, you�re right about the wine being
a bad fucking idea. I�m feeling a little
fucking loopy right now. For a second
there I thought . . . I thought I heard Sands again. But I couldn�t have because he�s still
fucking asleep up here,� he tapped his temple.
�So maybe I�ll just stick to fucking water. Better safe than psychotic, er wait, too late, sorry, right?� he asked with a smirk.

Salida smiled, but inside she felt her stomach sinking. Psychotic,
she thought to herself. I�m fucking certifiable. �Well, there�s always the possibility of
doctor error, so you be sure to tell me if you think I screwed up,� she teased
back, still hiding her unease. Perhaps he
was just a bit loopy � she prayed that was all that was wrong � but
the three mood changes she�d observed since sitting down to order made her a
tad bit wary.

With another smile, she shifted her chair so she was sitting close
enough to her husband to intertwine one hand with his � and to restrain him if
things got that bad. Then, looking at
her menu, she sighed. She didn�t really
find food to be appetizing at the moment � her own fault for being
�worried.� �Would you like to order for
the both of us?� she asked.

�Sure, vixen,� he said blowing out a pillar of smoke above his
head. He then rested his cigarette on
the edge of the ashtray in front of him so he could use the free hand to flip
through the menu laid on the table in front of him. After he had decided what he wanted, he
closed the menu, reclaimed his cigarette and looked askance at her. �I�m not sure if you screwed up or not,
vixen. I don�t exactly know how this drug of yours is supposed to work. I can only tell you I�m fucking feeling . . .
unbalanced right now, and I don�t like it.�
The wr har had returned with Jeffrey�s single glass of red wine and had
taken his order of two plates of Beef Lo Main before Salida had a chance to
respond. When the waiter had left,
Jeffrey dissolved into silence, merely smoking his cigarette and caressing the
top of her hand with a thumb lightly.

�Do you want to go back to the hotel?� she asked. �You shouldn�t be feeling unbalanced. It should feel like the last time. It should feel natural . . . as natural as it could. Sands slept through our night in Boston,
and that�s what this should feel like.�
She rubbed her forehead. �I�d
consider giving you a shot of dopamine suppressant � not a lot, just enough to
even the balance in your head � but I�m not even sure that�s what the problem
is. God.
This is all my fault.� She looked up into Jeffrey�s face, noticing
he was gazing off into the distance. �Is
there anything I can do to help?� she asked softly. �Anchor you in any way? And I�m not fussing,� she said before he
could protest. �I�m trying to ensure
that the only mayhem that is wrought is the most intimate kind between two two
of us.�

�You�d like that, wouldn�t you?� Jeffrey hissed. �To fucking dope me to the gills so you
wouldn�t have to deal with me. You�re
just fucking out to get me, is that it?
To treat me as your fucking little guinea
pig. Tell me, did you ever fucking
consider what this little shot might do to me before you stuck me? Or were you just so eager to play doctor that
you went on with it without even bothering to consider the consequences? Well fuck you, Salida. I�m not being your pin cushion any more. And I�ve had it with your fucking fussing
too. You know what,
I�ve had it with you. This isn�t fucking
working out, and now I may have to fucking kill you. Oh and guess what, since you so effectively
got rid of that bastard Sands for me, there�s no one to hold me back. Well, not that he would, necessarily. But he�s turned into a bit of a fucking pussy
lately. I don�t think he even wants to
kill you anymore. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.�

Salida felt the blood drain from her face as her worst fears for the
night � and every night � were realized.
But she kept her head. Damn, Tessa�s medical training comes in
handy after all, she thought as Jeffrey�s hand tightened on her enough to
hurt. She realized that she needed to
redirect his anger and paranoia, and god help her, she could only think of one
direction to go in.

�You think I fucked you over, is that it?� she asked quietly. �Tell me, do you want me dead, or do you want
deeper revenge?� I�m not sane. I�m not sane at
all. Or smart. What am I saying? But the words had escaped her mouth, and
there was no calling them back.

Jeffrey paused to think about it for a brief second, snubbing the butt
of his cigarette violently into the ashtray.
�Both,� he said at last with a wicked smirk. �But I�m not fucking choosy. You�ll wind up dead either way so it makes no
fucking difference to me how you go, just as long as I�m the one who gets to do
it. People like me aren�t meant to be
married, vixen,� he said, making the
pet name sound like a curse. �Do you
have any idea how many women I�ve killed, just like you? How many more women I�ll kill? I fucking hate you right now, do you realize
that? I hate this fucking restaurant, I
hate this fucking tattoo you made me get, I fucking
hate every bit of it. Why couldn�t you
have just left me fucking alone? I have
no idea what the fuck I ever saw in you.
And to think, I thought I loved you.
What utter bullshit.� Jeffrey�s
voice was elevated now and they were drawing stares from the other patrons of
the crowded restaurant.

Salida could feel tears threatening, but she had to remember what had
caused this. Fucking schizophrenic she
was, she�d simply thought, If dopamine
suppressers weaken me, and dopamine strengthens me, then it�ll do the same for
him. And it did . . . up to a point. Past that point, it turned him into a raving
psychotic who was only doing what came naturally � turning on the person who�d
set them off.

So she didn�t reply in kind, she tried not to react, and she tried not
to hold it against him because she hoped that in the morning, or the next
afternoon, or evening, or whatever, she�d still be alive to see Jeffrey return
to normal. Whether he blamed this on her
remained to be seen . . . but she would understand it if he did.

�You�re right. And you�re not the
only person not meant to be married.
We�re both too fucked up. However,
I suggest either you lower your voice or we leave the room before someone calls
the police. For the moment, this is
between us.� And I don�t think I�d like to see anyone else die because of me. Not to mention Jeffrey might get killed if it came to an armed confrontation.

�Oh fuck them,� Jeffrey said with a wave of his hand. �I thought you fucking knew me. At least enough to fucking marry me. But if you really did, you�d know how much I
like to create a scene. Not to mention
killing people. And it�s not like anyone
here can do anything to fucking stop me, you know.�

Salida sighed, frustrated and scared.
But she acted anyway. With her
free hand, she quickly ripped Jeffrey�s sheathed knife out of his waistband,
flipping open the snap that held the protective layer on. Flinging it off with a snap of her wrist, she
then held the knife to her own chest.
�Look. I hate to be stubborn, but
either we leave, or I take away your pleasure at
killing me. And don�t think you can get
this thing away from me before I manage to do just that.� She felt cold ripples go down her spine at
the hate showing in his eyes, but she remained firm. Her fault.
She�d known this was too good to be true. �I should have asked you to kill me after the
second date, like I�d originally planned.�

�You fucking bitch. So what,
you�re just going fucking kill yourself if I don�t
leave with you right now? Is that
it?� Jeffrey wanted to calr blr bluff,
but something in her eyes told him that she was deadly serious. �Fuck, you�re serious aren�t you? You�d really do it? You�re even more fucked up than I am,�
Jeffrey said coldly, not moving from his place at the table. �And you think you�re fast? We�ll see about that. What would you think of me pulling out my
fucking gun and having a little turkey shoot with the patrons of the
restaurant? It could be fun, you
know. Create a little mayhem, a little
madness. It wouldn�t be as much fun as
killing you would be, but it�d be good for a moment or two�s
entertainment. What do you think about
that, sugarbutt?� Jeffrey asked coldly, placing his
hand on the butt of the handgun on the left side of his belt; the side opposite
from where he kept the knife.

She laughed bitterly. �I removed the
fucking bullets earlier, before I presented Sands with his own ultimatum.� She pulled her hand free from his, noticing
he�d seem to have forgotten he�d had it.
�And may I remind you that I did so with your fucking approval.� She stood and started backing towards the
door. �I�m leaving.�

Fuck. I don�t remember that at fucking all,
Jeffrey thought with a curse. But he
didn�t think that she was bluffing him; it was something he would have thought
of to fucking do. Fuck. He had never wanted to kill someone so much
before. He didn�t even care who it was,
he just wanted to kill someone.
Anyone. Starting with that
arrogant bitch wife of his. Little bitch thinks she�s got me
cornered. Well, we�ll fucking see about
that, he thought to himself grimly before rising to follow her slowly,
smiling wickedly as he watched her back out of the restaurant warily, her eyes
never leaving his.

Salida honestly didn�t know how this night was going to end. She didn�t want to die � both
because she was enjoying life, and for the memory of what Jeffrey had
said he�d felt the last time she�d died for him. There was the chance that e Fucking. . . redirect
the anger. Get him back to the hotel,
make him over-confident, then manage to send him to
sleep until everything I�ve given him is out of his system. And she had to admit, the idea wasn�t as repulsive
as it could be. Yes, she was scared of
him right now. Yes, he wanted to kill
her. Yes, if she did have sex with him,
it would be brutal in more ways than one. But he was stalking her with feline grace,
confident, amused, enraged, and . . . aroused . . . all at the same time. '> �If you thought I was fucked up before,� she
murmured, �just wait until you here this � you�re fucking turning me on right
now.�

Jeffrey seemed to falter at that as he circled her slowly in the parking
lot in front of the restaurant. He then
rolled his eyes. �Of course you fucking
are. Do you want to know why? Because you�re even fucking more insane than
I am, and that�s saying a lot,� he sneered at her. �Do you have any idea what I�d do to you if
we were to end up alone in bed together?
Let�s just say I�ve woken up to a share of dead women in my bed, and
they were no where near as pretty afterwards if you catch my drift. You�re not safe around me, sugarbutt,� he said in a sing-song voice. �But I suppose you know that. Otherwise you wouldn�t be holding on to my
fucking knife still as if it were your last line of defense against the
dark. And you know what? It is.
But if you think that a little fucking knife in the hands of a bitch
like you is going to even slow me down, you�ve got another thing coming,� he
said, taking a menacing step towards her.

In a flash, Salida flipped the knife up to nick the skin of her neck, a
bead of blood quickly coming to the surface.
She didn�t even flinch at the slight pain, having already started
building barriers between her and reality.
She could look out, but no one could look in.

Jeffrey watched, fascinated despite himself as she coolly and quickly
made a nd cnd cut on the other side of her neck, never knowing that she was
remembering their interlude earlier in the day when he�d licked a similar drop
of blood from her lip. �I�m sorry, vixen. I didn�t mean to hurt you.� He meant to hurt her now, but she�d always
been better at hurting herself.

She flipped the knife, catching it by the handle with her left hand
before replacing it at her chest.
�Here�s what�s going to happen, junior.
I�m going to go back to my hotel, and I�m going to go up to my
room. If you want to kill me, you�re
more than free to do it there.�
�Fine. We�ll go back to your little hotel
room. I�d like to have some fun with you
first before I kill you, anyway. I want
to see you bleed and scream for me. But mark my words. I will
kill you before the night is over. But
not before you�ve pleased me. So, lead
the way, vixen,� he sneered, gesturing with his left hand broadly.

She had to laugh, reminded of how he�d helped her into her coat
earlier. �You�ve already made me bleed
twice and scream three times today,� she informed him, still keeping him within
sight. Out of the corner of her eye, she
could see a yellow shape � he�d been gesturing towards a taxi.

It took several more minutes for them to reach it, but when they did,
Salida opened the door with her right hand, her left still holding the knife
steady. Climbing in, she stopped him
from following with a third flick to her throat. �You�re not coming with me, junior. You�re going to have to find your own way
there.� The she closed the door and
instructed the driver, �The Belagio, and a fifty
dollar tip if you can get me there in five minutes.�

The taxi took off, leaving Jeffrey watchin min murderous rage and cold
amusement. The hunt was on.

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Salida raced into the hotel,
managing to stay upright in her unreli sho shoes. Her cabbie had shut up and relaxed after
she�d told him that she and Jeffrey were simply playing some sort of S&M
role playing game.

�Geoff! Has Mr. Sands come in
yet?� she demanded of the doorman. He
shook his head and she felt a bit of relief as she raced past him, inton
on
getting to her room.

Taking the stairs in favor of the escalator, she ran to her room,
determined to make some sort of battle preparations before Jeffrey got there.

Getting to her room, she entered quickly, not bothering to set the dead
lock or anything. He was coming and he
was going to get in one way or another.

Ripping her dress off, she kicked off her shoes and pulled on a t-shirt
and a pair of soft pants. She needed
mobility, and her other clothes � while sexy and tempting � didn�t give her
that. She then proceeded to take the
caps off all the complimentary bottles of alcohol that she had, placing them
around the room. If she could get it in
his eyes, it�d sting and blind him temporarily.
Her only goal was to subdue him long enough to give him one of Tessa�s
tranquilizers. Everything that came
after that could be dealt with later.
Survival was her concern for the moment.

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Jeffrey didn�t even bother
knocking when he came to the door to Salida�s hotel room. He simply flung it open with all his might,
his temper blazing. That fucking little bitch wife of mine is going to learn just who she
married. First fucking hand. �Honey, I�m home!� he called out mockingly
throughout the seemingly empty hotoom.oom.
He slammed the door behind him without looking and moved forward down
the hall that led to the rest of the room. You
say you need me, that you never want to leave me. Well I feel the same way. I
knew. And that�s why I was doing
everything I could to avoid that. I knew
it was psychosis talking to singsing your voice and . . . your �black
soul.� But never once did I blame you
for any of it. How could I? I understand what it is not to be fully in
control of yourself.
And even as you were threatening mutilation and who knows what else, I loveuAt least, not yet, anyway.
So he simply kept his mouth shut, his eyelids fluttering shut; an
increasingly frustrated look showing on his face.

Salida noticed the look, and while a part of her saw it and rejoiced, another took pity on him.

Slowly moving her lips from his chest, to his collar, to his neck, to
his jaw, she whispered, �Would you like me to take off my shirt, my generous
husband?�

�What do you fucking think?� he snapped, turning his head to capture her
lips. She let him, willingly pressing
her body tight against his, rubbing against his firm chest. She pulled away for a moment to pull her
t-shirt off before returning to kiss him, skin now pressed to skin. She hummed her satisfaction of the sensation
into his mouth, parting her lips to let him take possession. While she conceded that battle, her hands
slipped down to his waist, holding him as she started to rock her hips against
him.

Fuck, he wanted to touch her. He
put all of the passion he might have been showing her with his hands into the
kiss, trying not to think about what the friction of her body rocking against
his was doing to him. And not doing to
him as well. ongeonged to be buried deep
inside her, but he knew that he would have to wait until she was good and ready. She
held all the cards now.

�Yes I do,� Salida mumbled against his mouth, having heard him speak
aloud. �I�m in control now, lover.�

Jeffrey didn�t say anything, merely captured her mouth in his, trying
not to think about the fact that his own hips had begun to rock against hers
without him thinking about it.

�Fuck, vixen,� he gasped when her hands squeezed and pulled at his hips,
pressing her against him even harder.

Salida wanted Jeffrey inside her more than anything,
bherehere was one hitch in getting that need fulfilled . . . she�d have to get
off his lap long enough to take both their pants off. Or in his case, open the front. With his ankles tied, she wasn�t going to get
them off quickly, and the fire flaring inside her demanded speed. It demanded satisfaction now.

Hesitantly, Salida slipped her hand between their writhing bodies. For a moment she wavered, but then Jeffrey
rocked against her demandingly again, and she whimpered. �Sorry, lover,� she managed to whisper,
before using her own hand to stroke not him, but herself lightly. The very fact that she was doing such a thing
amazed her, and that she did it front of Jeffrey made it seem all the more
rewarding.

Suddenly she was aware that her husband was no longer kissing her. Opening heavy eyelids, she looked up into his e ane and had to gasp at the passion she found there.

�Do you have any idea what seeing you touch yourself like that does to
me, vixen?� he whispered, his voice hoarse once more, but this time if was from
need.

�I always knew you were a voyeur,� Salida said with a breathy laugh, her
fingers not stopping their caress. Once
she had derived some sort of satisfaction for herself she would be able to
continue her play with her husband. �Do
you like to watch me do this, Jeffrey?� she asked, willing herself not to
blush. She was treading in unfamiliar
territory here.

�Oh fuck yes,� Jeffrey moaned without hesitation. �God vixen, you fucking amaze me, you know
that?� he asked, pulling at his bound hands with force even though he knew it
was no use.

Salida frowned then, but didn�t stop her gentle ministrations. If he�s
still able to form coht set sentences, then I haven�t been playing the game
properly. Something I will have to
amend, she thought to herself, her breath beginning to come in pants as she
brought herself closer to her own release.

Deciding selfishly that if seeing her go over the edge without him and
without his help didn�t get more of a rise out of him, nothing would, Salida
shifted forward on his lap, bringing her damp slit into contact with his now
prominent arousal. She rested her head
against his shoulder as she moved her fingers and her hips faster. Suddenly, release found her � not a painfully
intense one that ripped screams from her throat, but one that sent a wave of
heat through her entire body, causing s to to break out on her skin and a whimpering
moan to escape her. She felt Jeffrey go
still beneath her, and had to smile, even as the tail end of her orgasm sent
shudders through her.

Taking a moment or two to recover, Salida finally stood, slipping her
pants off her hips, then bending over at the waist to unfasten the button and
zipper keeping Jeffrey�s length from her sight.

Deciding to have a bit of fun, she rested a hand to either side of
Jeffrey�s legs, her knees locked, her ass pointing up in the air. She simply stayed that position, her hot breath
gusting over him, tormenting him as she gathered her courage once again. Then, taking a deep breath, she placed her
lips over the very tip of his erection, not allowing it into her mouth, and
moaned, the sound waves traveling down his length and wrenching a groan from
his throat.

�Holy fuck,� was all Jeffrey could say to that. He felt his hips buck upwards; trying
desperately to get closer with the one thing she was willing to do for him that
with enough time would send him spiraling into the oblivion he so desperately
craved. �Vixen, please,� he moaned, too
far gone to care that he was begging. He
didn�t even really know what he was asking for.
All he knew was the sensation of her hot breath against his arousal and
that she was about to fucking drive him insane.

Salida saw the effect she was having on him, and it was one of the
sexiest things she�d ever seen. He was
slowly thumping his head against the wall in frustration, his hips were
practically begging her to ease his torment, and he was begging.

Delighting in her power and feeling arousal beginning to coil inside her
again, Salida quickly straddled Jeffrey�s legs, her loose hair falling down
around her face to caress his thighs and belly.
She moved her mouth, but placed slow kisses at the point where thigh met
hip. Ever once in awhile, her soft cheek
would brush against him, earning her a gasp or a moan, or occasionally a
garbled plea.

Finally she had her fill of play, feeling her body inform her of the
aching hollowness at her center. She
moved up Jeffrey�s body, kissing the entire way, her breasts dragging up his
chest, teasing with their hard tips.
Finally she was hovering over him, both lips and hips hovering
tantalizingly over his corresponding regions.
Then, without further ado, she captured his lips with hers as she
quickly and smoothly sheathed him inside her warm and more than willing body.

Jeffrey wanted to moan at the contact, but Salida�s lips prevented him
from doing so. He attempted to kiss her
back, but he kept pulling his head away to lean against the wall, his entire
body arching as much as such a position would allow with his hands tied behind
his back and his legs stretched out in front of him, tied at the ankles. �Vixen.
Oh God, vixen,� he moaned as she began to ride him, moving up and down
on his nearly unbearably hard length.

When his climax came did didn�t even try to hold back and came into her
moving body in a hot rush, his head thrown back against the wall, every vein in
his neck standing out under the strain.
But it didn�t end there. He kept
coming, and as long as he kept coming she kept riding him. Just when he was about to cry out for her to
stop, his orgasm finally ended, and his head fell forward onto her shoulder,
his body heaving for breath. It was a
long moment re hre he could speak again, and when he did his voice was just a
whisper in Salida�s ear. �That . . . was
fucking worth the wait, vixen.�

�Yessss,� she hissed, her hands languidly
moving behind him to until his arms. A
few quick jerks and he was free, feeling blood rush into the appendages. �Trick knots,� she whispered. �I�ll get your legs in a moment when I can
move again.� Her eyes were drifting
shut, and despite her promise, she felt herself drifting towards sleep.

�Wake up, vixen. I�ve slept in
this position enough for the time being.�

�Mmm . . .� she moaned noncommittally, but she did gather her strength
to until his legs as well. That deserved
another rest, and it was a full twenty minutes before they made it into the
bedroom, only to discover all the blankets were in the other room.

�Forget it,� Salida murmured, leaning against Jeffrey�s side. �The sheet will be plenty, as long as I can
use you as a blanket too.�

�Whatever you want, vixen,� Jeffrey said slowly, sleepiness stealing
over him as well. It had been a fucking
hard handful of hours on the both of them and they fucking deserved some
rest. His last thought was of what would
happen when Sands awoke before sleep claimed him without a fight.
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