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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�I know I haven�t told you what I got Ian yet, Aida. And no,
I�m not going to tell you. You�re just going to have to wait and see like he
is. Don�t look at me like that. I did
get him something.�
"Hmph. Less talk, more duct taping," Aida grumbled as they put
together a cardboard castle for Ian's birthday.�
It was a collection of refrigerator and washing machine boxes.
�As my queen of the castle dictates,� Sand answered wryly
before frowning in puzzlement. �You�re sure he�ll like this? I mean, it�s just
a bunch of boxes.�
"It's a huge castle that he can crawl through, and drag
his toys into, and pretend inside..."�
Aida glanced at what they'd gotten together so far. "I think he'll
love it. For a week or so at least. But he's only
three. That'll be plenty of time."
Sands shrugged. �Okay. I guess I�ll take your word for it.�
"You just don't remember being three."
�I don�t remember much of my early childhood, so that�s not
saying much,� he said with a shrug.
"Most people don't. Now hurry up, he'll be up
soon."
�Yeah, yeah. I�m hurrying,� Sands
muttered as he taped on another tower to Ian�s castle.
"Are you just afraid that my present is better than your...? She didn't think it'd work, but she had to try.
He smirked. �No, I know
your present isn�t better than mine.�
"Jerk," Aida muttered good
naturedly. "I'll go get breakfast if you'll go get Ian and take him into
our room." It was something of a tradition to eat Ian's birthday breakfast
in bed.
�Alright,� he said, rising from the cardboard castle and
looking over it carefully. �Not very structurally sound, but I think you�re
right. He�ll love it. It�s Ian-sized.�
"Exactly. That's why he'll like it."
�Ich verstehe,�
he murmured with a smug grin. After their conversation a few days ago about
possibly moving to another country he had been attempting to teach her the most
basic of phrases in all the languages he knew. It was still a little slow
going, but he thought they were making progress.
"I...I know?" Aida wasn't sure she'd gotten that
right.
He shook his head but smiled. �Close.
I�ll give you a hint. The root form of the word is verstanden,�
he tried.
"Verstanden..." she
whispered.� "Verstanded. Oh. Understand."
He clapped a few times. �Very good,
spitfire. I�ll get you yet. I think you deserve a reward for that. I�ll
make sure and give it to you later,� he said with a lascivious wink.
"Ha-ha. Go get the birthday boy."
He sent her one last parting smirk and went to wake
Ian�.whom he found was already awake and sitting up in his bed. �Good morning,
Ian,� he said, fighting down the urge to smile. �Ready for breakfast?� he
asked, making no mention of Ian�s birthday at all.
"In your room," Ian declared, launching himself
off the bed and into Sands arms.
Even though he had been prepared for such an action, Sands
still grunted on impact as he caught Ian. �Alright,� he said after catching his
breath back. �My room it is.�
"You're supposed to sing the birthday song,
Daddy."
�Oh? And why am I supposed to do that? It�s not anyone�s
birthday today, is it? I know it�s not mine. And no, it�s not your mother�s
either. Now who does that leave?�
"Me!" Ian laughed. "Today's my
birthday!"
�Today? Really?
Are you sure?�
"Yes, Daddy. My birthday is
August 7th."
�And today�s the 7^th?� he asked, setting Ian down
on the bed.
"Yes, Daddy. Mommy told
me."
�Well, I guess she would know. Happy
birthday, Ian!� Sands announced with a smile, cueing Aida to come into
the bedroom with breakfast.
"Who wants happy face pancakes?"
"I do!" Ian yelled, bouncing up and down in his
excitement.
"Good thing I have some then, isn't it?� Sit still or you can't sit on the bed."
Ian scooted back so he was propped against the headboard and
then waited patiently.� Still, Aida was
glad that Ian's happy face pancakes didn't have syrup on them.
�Do I get some too, spitfire?� Sands asked wryly.
"Mmm-hmm."
Aida - after carefully settling Ian's tray on his lap - handed Sands a plate of
food. "Does the cook get a kiss?"
�Naturally,� he said with a smirk. �I should get you one of
those aprons. You wouldn�t have to wear anything under�� Aida cut off his
comment with a well placed hand over his mouth. His eyes danced with mischief
but he remained silent once her hand moved away. �I�ll save my breath to cool
my pancakes, don�t worry,� he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Riiight..." Aida rolled
her eyes and took her own seat. "So, Ian, any plans for today?"
"Birthday!" the boy crowed.
"How old are you today?"
"Three."
"And how many fingers is that?" Ian held up three
fingers and Aida clapped. "Good job.�
I think that some special little boy deserves something for that."
"Presents!"
"Presents?" Aida looked at Sands. "Do we have
any presents lying around?"
�Don�t ask me. I didn�t even know it was his birthday today
until he told me,� Sands with a powdered-sugar smirk.
"And I'm sure that I don't have anything..."
"Living room!"
Aida lunged and caught Ian's tray before he could dump food
all over the bed. "Breakfast first," she ordered.
�Yeah, otherwise I just might have to eat all your happy
face pancakes,� Sands teased, having cleaned his own
plate.
"You wouldn't," Ian said, a scowl on his face.
The scowl, so reminiscent of Sands� own, just made him laugh
and nod. �Ok little tough guy. The happy face pancakes are all yours.�
"Mine," Ian agreed before taking his fork in his
fist again. "And presents."
�Eat your pancakes,� Sands said wryly.
Ian chowed down and then started
to jump up before remembering the manners that Sands had been trying to teach
him. "Can I be 'scused?"
�I don�t know, can you?� Sands asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um...yes?"
Sands sighed, not receiving the proper answer he�d been
looking for. �Yes, Ian. You may be
excused.�
"Thank you, Daddy."� Ian started to race towards the door, then turned around. "Are you coming?"
�We�ll be there in a minute,� Sands said with a nod. �You go
play.�
With a huge smile, Ian continued his headlong rush down the
hallway, and Aida only just kept herself from telling him not to run in the
house.
Sands sat looking at Aida in silence for a long moment, a
mischievous smirk playing along his sugary lips that made Aida the slightest
bit leery of what he was up to. After a moment of contemplation he sighed and
nodded to her. �Come on. Ian will want to show us everything, I�m sure.�
"An urge I'm sure you're familiar with," Aida
murmured as she let him pull her up off the bed.
His smirk returned with full force. �I�ll be sure to indulge
that urge later, don�t you worry.�
"That is what makes me worry."
�Why would that make you worry, spitfire?� he asked with all
the innocence of a cat in a birdcage.
"Because I know you too well," she teased.
�Hm, you might have a point
there,� he responded wryly as they walked down the hall to the sounds of Ian�s
delighted play.
"You going to share what your present is?" Aida
asked as they drew to a stop just inside the family room. Ian's castle took up
most of the space, but they used the living room more than this room anyway.
He glanced at his watch. �It�s not quite time yet. Still too early.�
"Ian's up. How is it too
early?"
�Because it�s not open yet,� he said with a smug grin at his
own mysteriousness. �It will be soon though, so don�t worry.�
"What's not
open yet?"
�You�ll see. One would think it was your birthday with all of these questions,� he tsked
with a grin.
"You're being annoying on purpose," she accused.
He arched an eyebrow at that.
"Well, you are."
�And you�re being impatient.�
Aida was caught in the act of sticking out her tongue when
Ian popped his head out of one of the castle's "windows" and called,
"Look at me, Mommy!" Then he disappeared back inside where there was
no chance Aida could see him.
Sands smirked at the look on her face to be caught with her
tongue out then walked over to the castle and stuck his head in to locate his
son. �Having fun, little man?� he called out.
"Come in and play with me, Daddy."
Sands eyed the castle with a raised eyebrow. �I think I
might be a little big.�
"Oh. Mommy, come in and play with me."
Aida grinned. "I'm too big too, Ian. This is a castle
just for you."
�He needs someone his size to play with,� Sands murmured
without thought.
"We'll have Katie come over later," Aida murmured
back.
�What?� Sands asked, not quite comprehending why she would
want to invite Ian�s friend when he realised she had been responding to his
comment. That hadn�t quite been the answer he�d been looking for, but he
supposed it didn�t matter. �That�s fine. I�m sure Ian would like that.�
Aida kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go get ready for
the day. You can join me or stay out here. Ian's going to be occupied for
awhile though, I think."
�I think I�ll join you. It seems as if Ian�s lost in his own
little world now,� Sands said bemusedly as he half listened to his son�s
fanciful chatter about castles and dragons and knights.
"Mmm."
Intertwining her fingers with his, Aida tugged him out of the room.
He quirked a brow at that response and let himself be pulled into Aida�s morning routine. He simply took a seat
at his first opportunity, more than content to just watch her move about. �I
love you, wife,� he said simply because he could.
She smiled at him over her shoulder as she picked up dirty
laundry and put it into the hamper. "I love you too, husband."
�Do you need any help?� He didn�t really feel like doing
anything but watching her move, but it would be impolite not to offer to help
while she worked to do things for him.
"No, I'm alright." Opening up their walk-in closet,
she looked at her clothes. "Any suggestions about what I should wear? You're
being so mysterious I don't know what's appropriate."
He gave her a look, keeping his mysterious silence for a
moment longer as he considered. �Dress for the outdoors. And wear comfortable
shoes. We�ll be walking around a lot.�
"We're going to a park then?" Aida asked as she
chose a pair of jeans, a tanktop, and a cotton
button-down shirt.
�A kind of park,� he agreed, deciding that he had kept her
in the dark almost long enough.
"Well, it's obviously not a water park or you would
have asked if I'd gotten around to buying a bikini by now."
He smirked wickedly. �It�s also a water park. And I didn�t
ask you because I bought you one already.�
"You bought me a bikini?" Somehow, that's the only
part of his statement Aida had heard. "Sands...you know I don't wear
bikinis."
�Well I figured you simply hadn�t had an occasion to before
now. And just because you don�t normally wear them doesn�t mean you can�t.�
"I don't like to. I don't like...I don't like to draw
people's attention to myself that way."
�But there won�t be anyone�� he cut himself off, now
belatedly wondering if she wouldn�t be upset for him with his birthday plans
for Ian.
"There won't be anyone looking? Sands, you look at other women who wear
bikinis. You don't do anything about it, but you do look."
He shrugged as if to say �I�m a guy,� and decided to hell
with it and outlined his plan. �There won�t be anyone to see you save me, Ian and
the lifeguards I suppose. Though I could probably get rid of them too if you
wanted.�
Aida blinked several times, then
said slowly, "You rented a water park?"
�Sort of,� he answered just as slowly. �It�s not just a
water park.�
"You rented an amusement
park."
�Not for the whole day,� Sands defended, not liking the mild
tone of accusation in her voice. It was making him feel uncomfortable.
Aida looked at him blankly for another few moments, then started to gently laugh. "Oh, Sands..." She
came into the bedroom and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Only
you."
He looked down at her with a mixture of bemusement and
confusion on his face. �Only me, huh?�
"Yes. Only you would do something so extravagant for a
three-year-old who is content with a pile of cardboard boxes." She kissed
the tip of his nose. "He'll love it."
Sands shot her what might have been a discomfited grin on
another person and shrugged. �I hope so.� He checked his watch. �It opens at
nine so we still have a little time.�
"You're a tricky man, SJ Sands," Aida murmured as
she kissed the side of his neck. "I can tell I need to start keeping a
closer eye on you."
�Moi? Tricky? Whatever gave you that idea?� he asked with a smug
smirk, hooking a hand around her waist to keep her pressed against him.
"Well, you managed to plan this without dropping a
hint..." She kissed him again.
�It was more fun not telling you,� he said with a smirk.
�And I�m good at keeping secrets.�
"A little too good at times."
He shrugged. �I wouldn�t keep something from you that I
thought you needed to know,� he assured her, turning her body so that she was
facing him, her breasts pressed up against his chest. �And I wanted it to be a
surprise.�
"It is."
�Good. I like surprises,� he said slowly, his eyes glinting
with mischief that had not been given away yet. He still had one or two
surprises left to share today.
"Mmm."
Aida sighed, then pushed herself away. "We'd
better get ready before Ian comes in here and gets a surprise we'd have a hard
time explaining."
�Spoilsport,� he muttered good-naturedly. �I�ll get you
later,� he promised not without a large dose of wicked deviousness.
"You're awfully sure of yourself." Going back into
the closet, Aida found the "swimming bag" and then started rummaging
around for her one piece swimsuit.
�I�ve good reason to be. Oh and you�re not going to find
it,� he murmured, figuring that she had been looking for her other swimsuit.
"What do you mean I'm not going to find it?"
�I bought you a new swimming suit. I want you to wear it.
Therefore, I ensured that you would,� he answered simply.
It was the wrong thing to say. Aida whirled on him, anger
snapping in her eyes. "What gives you the right to get rid of my things! You may be my husband, and I may be talked into wearing
a bikini for you - I might even be talked into wearing a modest two piece! -
but I'm not comfortable parading
around in public in little more than lingerie."
Sands frowned, becoming mildly irritated only in that she
was irritated. �I didn�t get rid of anything. I wouldn�t throw away your
things,� he muttered. �And you haven�t even seen the suit.� He shook his head.
�Forget it. Your old suit�s in your underwear drawer. Wear it if you like. I
don�t mind.� He rationalised to himself that he had bought that suit as well.
What difference did it make which one she wore?
But now she was just looking at him suspiciously. "Let's
put aside the fact that I don't enjoy being manipulated, just for the time
being. What do you mean, I haven't even seen the suit
yet? Are you telling me you have more sense than to choose something I'd only
wear in your fantasies?"
�I already said you could wear your green one. Don�t worry
about it.�
"No, I want to know, Sands."
�Why? You obviously don�t want to wear it. I don�t want to
ruin the day for you by making you uncomfortable. Just wear the one-piece. It�s
fine.�
"Sands!"� Frustrated now, Aida stalked to the nearest
chair and took a seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
�What?� he asked honestly confused. �You didn�t want to wear
the two-piece anyway and now you don�t have to. What more do you want?�
She just sat. She'd made what she wanted clear.
Sands sighed and moved to grab the bag containing the suit
from the closet. He set it down on her lap and took a seat on the bed while he
waited for her inevitable reactions.
Aida pulled the suit out and gave it a lengthy perusal. It
wasn't too bad; more sporty than sexy. The bottom half consisted of a pair of
shorts that had a short skirt around it that made sure everything was covered,
and the top half was more like a sports bra than anything else. It was chocolately brown with pink piping along the hems.
"I suppose this is alright," she said grudgingly.
�You don�t have to wear it,� he murmured again. �You don�t
have to go swimming at all. There will be other things to do, I�m sure.�
"No, I'll wear it if you really want me to. But you
have to admit that I had a right to be scared of something so small I'd be
constantly falling out of it."
�You don�t have to wear it, Aida. It doesn�t matter. It�s
yours. Wear it, don�t wear it, burn it, cut it to shreds, it�s up to you.�
"But you would like me to."
�I wouldn�t have bought it otherwise,� he murmured. �I like
dressing you up, Aida.�
"Does that mean you'll consider wearing something with
some color in it?" she asked.
�I have before,� he answered with a shrug.
"But would you today?" A small smile was now
gracing her lips, like she knew something he didn't.
�Maybe. Why?�
Aida went back into the closet and rummaged around, finally
returning with a set of father-son Hawaiian shirts.
�You must be joking,� he said, eyeing the matching shirts
with clear incredulity.
"Nope." Aida grinned. "I'm
sure you've noticed how Ian likes to look like you. Remember the week before
last when he didn't want me to cut his hair?"
�Yes, but matching
Hawaiian shirts? Come on, Aida. Have you ever
seen me wear something like�that?�
"No." She still held them out though.
�Then what possessed you to get them now?�
"I never believed that old dogs couldn't learn new
tricks."
Sands just grunted.
"It's Ian's birthday," she reminded him. "You'd
make him so happy."
�A low blow,� he grumbled. �I�m already making him happy.�
"He's happier to spend time with you than to spend time
with just me at an amusement park any day."
�Fine. Hand the accursed thing over
here. You�re very lucky I love you both, spitfire,� he grumbled as he
unbuttoned and removed the shirt he had been wearing to exchange it for the
flower-printed monstrosity.
"Do you need a kiss to make it all better?" she
asked sympathetically.
�Yes. More than one,� he said once the shirt was buttoned.
"Okay. Two kisses." Aida came close and kissed his
nose before he could intercept her. "There's one..."
�That didn�t count and you know it. You�re going to have to
do a hell of a lot better to make up for this.�
"Oh yeah?" Aida asked,
unable to hide her laughter.
�Definitely. And I don�t find this
funny.�
"I'm not amused," she informed him, nuzzling his
chin. "I'm happy."
�Oh? And how�s that?� he asked casually, knowing that she
knew he loved it when she did that.
"We're together, we have Ian, and you're as sexy as
hell."
�I certainly don�t feel �sexy as hell,�� he grumbled.
"A man who wants to make his son happy is the sexiest thing
on earth," she assured him.
�And a man who wants to make his wife
happy in the process? There�s a word for that, and it isn�t sexy.�
"I'd say that men who make their wives content are very sexy."
�Fine. If you say
so. I still feel like an idiot in this thing though.�
"That's because you still need another kiss."
�Well, what are you waiting for then?�
"For you to stop talking."
Then, before he could protest, she rose up on her toes and covered his mouth
with hers.
�Mm,� he said once they had separated. �You sure I have to
wear it?�
"If Ian doesn't want to wear his, you don't have to
wear yours. Go on. I'll finish packing."
Sands sighed. Of course Ian would want to wear his.
Especially once he saw that they would match. �Alright.�
"Make sure he brushes his teeth." Aida gave Sands
one last peck on the cheek, then pushed him in the direction of the door.
Sands nodded and followed Aida�s not so subtle shove,
matching Hawaiian shirt in hand. Needless to say, Ian loved it and changed into
it immediately to emulate his father. Sands still didn�t like the shirt, but he
couldn�t help be happy that his son was happy. When Aida returned several
minutes later, they sat side by side on the couch waiting for her, a matched
pair. Ian was only too eager to point this out to her.
"I see," she said, setting down her bag.
"Picture, Mommy!"
"You want me to take a picture?" Aida was sure
Sands would be thrilled with that.
"Yes."
So Aida went and got the camera, managed to cajole Sands
into smiling, then snapped off a few pictures.
�If you�re finally done we�ve got places to be,� Sands
pointed out wryly once Aida had put the camera into her bag.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Aida
slipped into a pair of sandals when she saw that Sands had already wrestled a
pair of shoes onto their son. "I'm ready.�
Let's go."
Sands, having already fielded Ian�s question as to where
they were going and why without giving too much away, nodded and moved to lead
the way, the rest of his family following close behind.
***
"Well, I think this is one birthday that Ian'll remember," Aida said later that night once Ian
had been tucked safely into bed. "You really outdid yourself."
Sands bowed his head in response to the compliment. �He did
seem to have fun.�
"He did. I'd caution against such extravagance next
year though. We don't want to spoil him too badly."
�We�ll see,� Sands demurred, taking a seat on the couch with
a contented sigh just to be off his feet for awhile. He had unbuttoned his
shirt all the way but left it hanging on his shoulders despite his earlier
protestations to wearing it.
"He ate so much today that I'm surprised he didn't
start growing on the spot."
�He will sooner or later anyway. He�s not going to stay
little forever. He�s already three years old now,� he mused, leaning his head
back against the back of the couch and looking at her.
"He is." Aida sighed and took a seat next to him
on the couch. "Do you regret having a family? Do you like this life?"
�There are things everyone regrets in life. Having a family
with you is not one of mine. Nor will it ever be.�
"But do you like this life? The joy
and the responsibilities. The moments of complete
pandemonium and the moments of peace?"
He nodded. �I won�t say that I don�t miss some aspects of my
old life, but yes I do like this life we�ve made together, Aida. And I like
more that it�s still only beginning.�
"I do too." Aida leaned against his chest.
�Do you want to have another child, Aida?� he asked after a
long contemplative silence.
"Yes." She'd been thinking about ever since he'd
brought the matter up nearly a month ago.
�In nine or so months, do you want to have another child?�
"I might be able to be persuaded to have another child
in that timeframe."
�Then come with me and let me persuade you. Let me give you
another child, Aida. I would like that very much.�
"Okay," she whispered, allowing him to pull her up
from the couch.
�Thank you,� he returned, pulling her up into his arms and
carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed gently and took a step
back to look at her. �My beautiful goddess of a wife,� he whispered reverently.
�What can I do for you? Ask me anything. I want this to be special.�
"Everything about being with you is special," she
whispered back.
�I somehow doubt that,� he murmured, letting the shirt fall
from his shoulders to the floor in a soundless flutter of fabric. �But it�s
nice of you to say.�
"Come here," she asked. The sight of his bare
chest in the moonlight was beautiful. She wanted to touch him.
He moved to her just as silently as the shirt had fallen,
guessing her intentions from the way she was staring at him as if she wanted to
eat him up. He loved seeing that particular look on her face. �Shall I lie
naked in a patch of moonlight just for you, my love?�
"Maybe later," she murmured, a look of
concentration taking over her face as she turned and knelt by his side. "Sorry
if my hands are a little chilly."
�I would shiver under your touch even if your hands were as
hot as burning coals, spitfire.�
"You're in a poetic mood," she observed.
�It�s been known to happen,� he said with a slight shrug.
That was true, so Aida didn't bother to comment on it. She
just focused on running the tips of her fingers over his silky skin, marveling
at how well he was put together.
�Enjoying yourself?� he asked after a moment, simply lying
beneath her touch and becoming amused when she�d frown in frustration as the
strokes of her fingertips were interrupted by the line of his pants.
"Yes."
�Good. Because so am I,� he answered with a smile. �And your
hands aren�t that cold,� he murmured
though he was made to lie as he shivered when her fingers traced the curve of
one of his ribs.
"Right..." Laying back down, Aida tugged on Sands
until he rose up to cover her.
�Well at least the rest of you is
warm,� he murmured into the pillow over her shoulder. �Though
it makes it rather hard for either of us to touch the other this way.�
"I like having you close."
�I suppose I can�t argue with that.�
"Besides, you're easier to kiss."
�That is a bonus, I suppose.�
"Kisses," she murmured. "Now."
He didn�t even bother responding. He just kissed her long
and slow.
"That's very nice," Aida sighed when he pulled
away for a breather. "More?" She liked how being cocooned in the dark
with her husband made her feel. Liked feeling how alone they were.
�Always.� He kissed her again just
as long and slow as he had the last time, putting all
of his attention into the kiss and ensuring that she knew she was currently the
center of his universe.
The next time they broke apart, Aida felt her temperature
rising. "I think I'm overdressed."
�I think we both are,� he agreed with a breathy sigh. He
pulled up off her just enough so that he could remove her shirt and bra.
�There, now we match.�
"And we both know how much you love to match."
�I like it when you match me.�
"It's not as cute as when you match Ian."
�Yeah, well don�t expect us to go out all the time like that
either. So enjoy it while you can.�
"Sooner or later he'll be too old to enjoy it. So maybe
you should do the same."
�We�ll see,� he allowed, curling his fingers into her hair.
"Hello, husband," Aida whispered as he forced her
to meet his eyes.
�Hello, wife,� he responded with a small smile. He didn�t
want to talk about such things as he and Ian matching right now. Now, the only
thing he wanted to do was to concentrate on her. And equally, he wanted her to
do the same for him.
"Can I do something for you?" A dangerous question
but one she'd loved to hear the answer to.
�An interesting question,� he murmured, kissing her chin.
"I thought so." Aida tried to catch his lips but
he pulled away. "Pretty please with sugar on top?"
�Alright, but only because of the sugar,� he said, moving so
that she could kiss him.
"I'm your sugar," she reminded him while her lips
teased his.
�Always. Now give me some.�
"My pleasure."
�My pleasure,� he
said once they had separated.
"Our pleasure," she corrected. "You can stop
holding my head now." His hands were urgently needed elsewhere.
�I suppose I could, yeah,� he answered, moving his hands to
dance over her skin. He liked touching her just as much as she seemed to like
touching him. Only he had the added bonus of being able to arouse her almost to
the point of climax just by his hands on her breasts alone. Actually, that sounds like a good idea. I
think I�ll do that.
"Oh yes," Aida gasped, arching up into his hands
when they started to tease her nipples. This is what she'd been craving.
He smiled at her exclamation. �Speak for me, my angel. Let
me know just how much you want this. Fill the room with your chorus and I�ll be
a very happy man indeed.�
"An arrogant man perhaps," she gasped as she
twisted under him. He sounded too smug for her tastes. Even if it was just a
natural response to the racket she was making.
�Oh, you think I�m arrogant now?�
"No...just pleased with
yourself." Although Aida had to admit he had cause to be. She could feel
the glow he was creating inside her, the heat, the
wetness. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get her to respond to him, and
she did so willingly.
�Well of course I am. Why wouldn�t I be? I�ve got a
beautiful woman in my bed who practically falls apart
in lust just by my touch alone. It�s a good way to stroke a guy�s ego,� he said
with a smirk at his choice of words.
"As if I can't do the same to
you."
�Now who�s sounding arrogant?� he asked wryly.
"It's not arrogant. It's the truth."
�I�m tempted to make you prove it, but I�m having too much
fun to stop now.�
"So am I."
�Well naturally you are. You�re the focus of my fun,� he
said with a smirk.
"Shut up and make love to me," Aida murmured.
An eyebrow quirked at that. �With
an order like that how could I possibly refuse,� he responded as he quickly
removed her pants before turning to his own.
"You talk too much," she complained as she moved
to topple him backwards while he was off balance. Then she took the lead,
kissing him passionately as she gently moved her body over his.
�Mmm,� he murmured through the
kiss, his hands moving back to touch her breasts now hanging in front of him,
practically asking to be caressed. Her body was a comforting weight on his legs
so he let her keep her position for now.
"That's my tough guy," Aida said when she pulled
away. "Letting the little lady have her way."
�What can I say? I like a woman who knows what she wants. Especially if that something is me.�
"You're just a big pussy cat at heart, aren't you,
tiger?" Aida teased.
�Want to see my claws?�
"I don't believe you have any."
�Really? What makes you say that?�
She looked at his hand. "Nope, no
claws."
�I guess we have a different interpretation as to what
constitutes as claws, spitfire.�
"And what would you
define as claws?" she teased.
�Why my prickly exterior of course.
That and my knives,� he said with a soft sigh. He missed his knives.
"I don't know if being cantankerous and armed is
considered having claws, my love."
�I�m not armed anymore so it�s a moot point anyway.�
"I consider that a good thing."
�Now who�s talking too much?� he asked, evading a response
to her weighted comment.
"You brought it up."
�That doesn�t matter.�
"Then do something about it."
�Fine.� He placed his hands on her
hips and used her for leverage to pull himself up to a sitting position with
her on his lap. With the sure movements of a lover who had long ago memorized
his beloved�s body he guided her hips until they were one without ever having
dropped his eyes from hers to look.
Once he was thrust deep into her his hands moved up to
caress her breasts again as he kissed the side of her neck.
"Th-that worked," Aida
gasped. "Very thorough."
�I do try,� he responded in a gasp that matched hers before returning
his lips to her skin, wanting to steal her breath away some more.
She groaned, then rocked her hips
against him, taking the rest of his arousal inside her.
He bit down onto her shoulder to muffle the moan that would
have escaped him in response to her movements and his hands moved to her
nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive buds to help bring her closer to
the edge. He wanted her so incoherent with lust that she couldn�t remember her
own name. And he was going to get her
there.
"Sands, stop," Aida
gasped, arching away from his hands. "Too much."
�Not enough,� he responded, slowing his movements to draw
out the sensation for her but not stopping them.
"Slow, remember?"
�Slow?�
"Go slow. Better that way."
�True. I�ll remember,� he agreed and moved to follow her
advice.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
�You don�t have to thank me. I get pleasure out of this as
well, you know.�
"You like fast pleasure."
�I�m impatient.�
"Yes," Aida agreed as she slowly pulled away only
to sink back down on him.
�But this is good too,� he said around a moan of pleasure.
"It's all good," she replied, her voice small but
tight with everything she was feeling.
�I�m inclined to agree.�
"You would." Her tongue darted out to trace the
shell of his ear.
�Of course I would,� he managed as his breath hitched. �I�m
very agreeable.�
"Very," Aida agreed. "I want you on
top."
�My wish is your command,� he said wryly, rolling them over
on the bed to take his position above her. Some contact was lost in the process
but that was righted soon enough.
Aida whimpered, and reached for a pillow. Sands understood
what she wanted, and did it for her, placing a pillow under her hips to give
them a better angle.
Sands used this new leverage to every advantage, thrusting
deep into her with every movement of his hips and retreating almost entirely
out of out her before repeating the process even slower.
Aida closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, on
controlling the feelings he was sending through her body. He felt so
good...especially when he thrust hard enough to make her shake, to make her arch,
to make her whimper his name as he pulled out at a snail's pace until he was
barely inside her. Only to repeat the process.
Sands swelled�literally�to hear the whimpered sound of his
names on her lips. He loved it. He loved her. And by god he was glad she loved
him back. This was� there were no words for what this was. This was everything.
�I love you, Aida,� he breathed.
She whimpered and clutched his shoulders, digging her nails
into his skin. Though she couldn't hear, she felt what he said, and it made
everything better.
He winced at the sensation of her nails leaving badges of
honour on his back but also took pleasure in it. Pain and
pleasure that was what he so loved; the two contrasting so wonderfully with the
pain putting the pleasure in stark relief that made it even more poignant.
"Faster?" Aida managed to ask.
�You don�t want me to go slow any longer?�
She shook her head and wrapped her thighs around his hips. "Faster."
�Faster, she says,� Sands breathed steeling himself against
the sensations this new closeness brought. She was sorely trying his patience
and control over himself and what was more, he didn�t care. �Faster she gets.�
"Yes," Aida said sharply as Sands started move
faster inside her. "Sands?" Her breathing
grew harsh and uneven.
�Aida?� he responded, wondering dimly what she was asking
for this time. There wasn�t much more he could think to give her at the moment.
"Love you?"
For a moment he couldn�t comprehend why she would be asking
him if he loved himself, and then he understood. �Love you too.�
"Good." She fumbled for his mouth and found it,
kissing him deeply when she wasn't moaning.
�Aida, god, Aida,� he moaned some many minutes later,
suddenly finding himself very close to orgasm and
needing her to know it. Her body was covered in reddened patches of skin where
he had kissed her possessively and his back was covered with oozing bloody
scratches where she had claimed him as well. And suddenly now was enough. More than.
In response, Aida tugged one of his hands down to her hip
and hoped he understood what she wanted. She was in no state to ask now.
Sands moved his fingers to her clit, pressing down on the
fleshy button to ensure that she came when he did. He wasn�t quite sure it was
what she wanted, but it had been the first thing to occur to his lust-thick
mind so it was what he did.
It was exactly what Aida had wanted, and she stiffened under
him the moment his fingers grazed her.
Sands kept pressing down on her instinctually as the wave of
pleasure was crested and he came crashing down from the top. He bucked into her
with a breathless moan, his form locking as he pumped into her, veins in his
forehead and the sides of his neck standing out under the strain. The fact that
she came at exactly the same time he
had was something to behold as their bodies seemed to be attuned as one, her
inner muscles clamping down on him even as he convulsed within her.
If they hadn't been still kissing, their cries would have
woken Ian. As it was, Aida's ears were still ringing with her own cries as she
relaxed and Sands' body sagged down onto hers.
�Love you, Aida,� Sands gasped, his hot breath drying a
patch of sweat-damp skin on her shoulder as he sought to regain his senses.
After a moment he lifted his head up and pushed his sweaty hair out of his face
and smiled down at her.
"Love you too," she murmured.
�Well that was fun,� Sands said with a smirk. �Do you think
we woke Ian?� Sands asked, casting a glance toward the door.
"If he's not in here asking to join the fun, he's not
awake." Aida couldn't understand why Sands even had the energy to talk. She
for one was exhausted.
Sands raised an eyebrow at her choice of words and then
shook his head and allowed himself to slump back down
on the mattress to the side of her. He reached a hand out and curled his arm
around her waist in a possessive gesture and let his eyes fall shut. He wasn�t
particularly tired, merely sleepily content.
"We're on top of the blankets," Aida informed him
as she turned onto her side and tucked her face into his chest.
�Does it matter?�
"It might later."
Sands sighed. He didn�t particularly want to move, but she
had a point. �Alright then. Up we get.� When neither
of them moved he chuckled softly. �I can�t move with you on top of me, spitfire.�
She rolled onto her back, but that was as much as she was
willing to grant him.
Sands sighed again but moved off of the bed and pushed back
his side of the blankets. He then walked over to her side of the bed and picked
her up and moved her over enough so that he could pull the rest of the blankets
out from under her. Once that was accomplished he rejoined her in bed, pulling
the blankets back up overtop of them. �There. Better?�
"Much. Missed you." Aida
sleepily kissed his chest.
�Missed me? When? Just now? I was
only gone for a half a minute, Aida.�
"Exactly." She yawned.
�Well�I�m back now,� he said with a
small smile, his fingers absently tracing patterns back and forth over her skin
as they laid together.
"I noticed."
�Good. Glad to see I make some kind of impression.�
"Big impression."
�How big?�
"Big big.
Words escape me." She squeezed her arms around him.
�I suppose that�s good enough for me,� he said wryly,
kissing the top of her head with a smile. �I do love you, Aida. And I�m exceedingly
lucky to have you.�
"Yes lucky. Got lucky."
�I most certainly did,� he said with a smile, kissing her
again. �Sleep, my love.�
Aida shook her head. "Like talking to
you. Like listening to you."
�Alright then. You don�t have to
sleep. I�ll talk about whatever you like, Aida.�
"Will you get a tattoo for me? You have one for
everyone else but me."
�Of course I will, Aida. I�ll get one for Ian too. I think
he would like that,� Sands murmured, remembering Ian�s fascination with his
tattoos. �What would you like me to get?�
"A tattoo."
��A tattoo,� she says,� Sands murmured with a smile. �Alright. You can come with me. We�ll pick something out
together.�
"Okie."
�Just as long as you pick out something good, mind,� he said
wryly.
"I'm good." Aida sighed. "We'll put me on
you."
�You?�
"Me."
�Like a little Aida tattooed on my back or something like
soldiers had of woman once upon a time?� he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. But you have me now. And not like that."
�Then how?� he asked curiously.
"Dunno."
�Well you�ve got time to think about it.�
"Yes. No tattoo parlors open now."
�Well actually I imagine there are some open at this time of
night, but I�m neither inclined nor properly dressed to search one out right
now.�
"Have to get Ian up. It'd be bad."
�Which is why we�re not going to do it
now.�
"Not now," Aida agreed before showing off her
tonsils in a huge yawn.
�No. Now�s the time for sleep,� Sands agreed.
"But we're talking."
�Not anymore we�re not.�
"We're not?"
Sands reached over and placed gentle fingertips upon her
lips, shushing her with a soft smile. �Goodnight, Aida.�
"Night, Sands." Aida kissed his fingers, then
sighed in contentment, relaxing bonelessly into his
side
***
"I want to color some, Daddy."
Sands looked across the room at his son from his seat on the
tattooist�s table and smiled. �Maybe later, Ian. But you can help me pick out
the colors of your dragon if you like.�
Ian looked up to check with Aida if this would be alright. When
she nodded, he turned back to his father and asked, "Why do you have so
many tacktoos, Daddy?"
�Tattoos,� he corrected. �And I don�t know. I guess I just
like them.�
"Why did you get them?"
�Maybe cause I like being noticed.�
Ian thought about that. "But you wear clothes over
them."
�Not all of them.�
"Mommy wears clothes over hers."
�I think your mother wants hers to be special. So that just you and I get to see them.�
"Why'd you get a sandcastle, Mommy?" Ian stood up
on Aida's lap and draped himself over her shoulder so he could look at her
tattoo; it had his name on it.
"Because that's our last name, sweetie," Aida
said, hauling their desperately bored son back down to sit by her.
Sands smirked, guessing what Ian was probably thinking now.
�It�s Sands, Ian. Not sandcastle.�
"Sandscastle?" the boy
asked, looking confused. "I thought our last name was Sabin."
�It�s Sands, Ian. �You�re Ian Mitchell Sands.�
"Oh..." The confused look on Ian's face cleared up
when he declared, "Then you spell Sands s-a-b-i-n."
�No. You spell Sands s-a-n-d-s. Your last name isn�t Sabin,� he sent a glance towards Aida, wondering if he
wasn�t just making things worse.
"But Mommy said -" Ian fell silent when Aida
leaned down and whispered something in his ear.
Sands raised an eyebrow as to what Aida might have said then
winced as the tattooist began inking his skin close to the bone.
"Does it hurt?" Ian asked,
his attention diverted for the moment.
�Yes. A little,� Sands answered honestly.
"Oh. I don't want one anymore."
�That�s fine,� Sands said with a smile. �You don�t have to
get one.�
"Can we get more stick-on ones?"
�Of course we can, Ian,� Sands agreed before turning to
listen to something the tattooist had to say. Apparently his WWII �Spitfire�
was finished being inked in. �Do you like it, Aida?� he asked, gesturing for
her to come over to see her namesake tattoo.
Aida slid off the table she'd been sitting on and came over
to look. "I do." It was a simple affair of red and black, only three
inches or so across. It took up one of the last bare spots on Sands' torso, the
skin directly over the ball of his shoulder.
�He did seem to do a rather good job inking it. Probably
because it�s a British plane and all,� he said with a nod to the tattooist�s
skill.
"We may not be that great at sauces, but no one's ever
said that Brits don't know how to make machines with class," the guy
agreed as he took out the used ink cartridge. "Want to get started on the
dragon today?"
�Ian? Have you picked out your colors yet?�
"Red and blue and green."
He nodded and turned to the artist. �You heard him,� he said
with a smile.
Ian clapped his hands. "Can I watch?"
�As long as you don�t get in the man�s way or bump him,
Ian,� Sands cautioned him.
"Can I sit on your lap?"
Sands considered. �You won�t be able to see then.�
"Can I stand on your lap?"
Aida intervened. "Here, Ian, come stand on the table on
this side of Daddy, and then you can see."
Sands sent Aida a slight nod of thanks, having been about to
suggest something along those lines himself. �Can you
see now?�
Ian draped himself over his father. "Yeah."
�Just be careful, Ian. If you bump me or the man giving me
the tattoo it won�t look right. And you wouldn�t want your dragon to be wrong,
would you?�
"No, Daddy." Ian gave Sands' cheek a childish
kiss.
Sands couldn�t help it, he grinned like the doting father he
was then rolled his eyes at Aida�s clear smirk of amusement at the scene. �Now
stand still there for a little bit and you can watch the man finish your
dragon.�
Ian stood still just as he'd been told, fascinated by the
sight of the procedure. Until he noticed something in
particular. "Is that blood, Daddy?"
�Uh, just a little,� Sands said hesitantly, not knowing how
Ian would react to that.
Ian turned to Aida. "Daddy has an owie,
Mommy. You have to make it better."
"I will when he's all done, Ian."
"No, now! The man is hurting
Daddy." Ian knuckled an eye as his face crumpled in a warning of what was
to come.
"I guess that answers the question about naptime,"
Aida murmured as she scooped Ian up and held him in her lap, gently rocking him
despite his attempts to get away. Ten minutes later he was asleep and Aida
looked up at her husband.
�Sorry. I forgot about the blood,� Sands said with a nod in
lieu of a shrug since he couldn�t move that much under the tattooist�s needle.
"I'll be okay.�
He's just tired and excited."�
Aida kissed her son's head. "He'll be fine when he wakes up."
He nodded again. �How are you doing?�
"Good." Aida smiled, thinking about the call they
were anticipating getting.
�Do you really think you�re--?� Ever since they had come to
the decision that they wanted to have another child it seemed as if fate was
against them. They had spent months trying�not that he minded trying�but he
knew that Aida was growing frustrated in that she couldn�t seem to get
pregnant. He was as well.
"I hope so."
He nodded. He hoped so too. �Shall I be optimistic for the
both of us for a change and say that everything�s going to turn out right this
time? That I know it will?�
"I'd like that, yes."
Sands was about to respond to that when he was reminded of
where they were as the needle dragged painfully though his skin. Oh. Right. This
probably isn�t the best place to be having this conversation. �How�s it
coming,� he asked the man, his characteristic impatience making an appearance.
"About halfway done. Takes awhile to fill in all these scales. Unless
you want to call it a day and schedule another appointment."
�No, that�s fine. I�d like it finished,� Sands said firmly.
He could be patient enough until it was done. It would be worth seeing Ian�s
face when it was finally finished.
An hour later, Sands' wish was granted, and the small family
was sprung from the tattoo parlor.
***
They got home, and the first thing Aida did was go to the
answering machine to start checking their calls. The first one was from a
friend who wanted to meet for lunch the next week, the one after that was
obviously a wrong number, the one after that was a reminder from Ian's
preschool teacher that it was his turn to bring snack on Monday....
Sands went to her side as soon as he heard an
official-sounding voice come through the tinny speaker of the machine; her
doctor. �Aida?� he asked softly, only to be shushed so she could hear the message.
"Well folks, I finally have some good news for you
-" Aida didn't bother listening to the rest of the message. She whooped,
then twirled around and jumped up into Sands' arms, wrapping her legs around
his waist while she showered kisses on his upturned face.
Sands grinned at her enthusiasm, holding her tightly in his
arms as he remained still under her kisses. �I knew you could do it, my
goddess,� he whispered after a moment.
"It takes two," she reminded him delightedly.
�Yes. Thankfully. You didn�t think
I was going to let you have all the fun in getting to this point by yourself,
did you?� he teased with a smile.
"Why are you so happy, Mommy?" Aida looked down to
see that Ian had attached himself to Sands' leg. Then she looked at Sands and
her grin grew.
�You can tell him,� Sands said with a nod. �It�s your news.�
Aida slid out of Sands arms, then
knelt in front of her son. "Mommy's going to have a baby, Ian."
�That means that you�re going to have a little brother or
sister, Ian,� Sands further explained.
"Okay. Can I have a popsicle?"
Sands shook his head at his son�s apparent lack of
enthusiasm over the subject and sent Aida a wry look.
She shrugged. "Yes, you can have a popsicle. What
color?" Taking their son by the hand, she went into the kitchen, leaving
Sands alone for a moment in the living room, giving him time to take in the
good news.
Sands stood unmoving for a moment, taking stock of things. I�m going to have another son or daughter. Suddenly
that worried him more than it probably should. I wasn�t around for the first two years of Ian�s life. I wasn�t around
to screw things up when he was just learning. What if I make a mistake now? He
frowned and shook his head, telling himself that he was being stupid and that
he should be happy for the both of them. This
is what I want right? For Ian not to be alone? Yes. It
is. With this thought secure in his mind he went to rejoin his wife and son
in the kitchen.
***
Aida was waiting for Sands when he came back from putting
Ian to bed. She was still...incandescent...with pleasure. All she wanted was to
wrap herself in his arms and ponder this joy.
Sands stood at the doorway for awhile and simply watched
her. She did look happy. Unbelievably so, in fact. Her
happiness made him happy. It always had. �I�m glad you�re happy, love,� he said
as he walked into the bedroom, making his presence known.
She immediately acted on her impulse and stood so close to
him that he had no choice but to wrap his arms around her or let them both
tumble to the ground. "We're going to have a baby," she whispered
happily.
�Yes we are spitfire.� His words were simple, but the
emotion behind them wasn�t.
"Finally. Finally,
finally, finally."
�Yes, my love. Finally,� he agreed, feeling her relief at
the end of such a long impatient wait as his own.
"Tell me you're as happy about this as I am," she
asked, tightening her arms around him
�Of course I am, Aida. I�m every bit as happy about this as
you are,� he answered without hesitation, speaking the truth. Her happiness was
his. It always had been and always would be.
She leaned back so she could see his face. "No doubts?
No worries?"
It was his first hesitation, and he knew it was a damning
one. �Nothing beyond what would be normal, Aida,� he hastened to assure her.
"You sure? You're very good at
second-guessing yourself."
He couldn�t help a sad smile from coming to his face at that
for she was right and what�s more, he knew it. �I�m sure, Aida. I want this
child with you.�
"What is it?" she asked, smoothing his hair back
from his face with a gentle hand, much as she might have done with Ian.
�It�s nothing,� he tried though he could see that wasn�t
going to fly with her. �It�s just that I�I wasn�t around with Ian. I wasn�t
around to take care of him when he was that small. What if I don�t�what if I
don�t know what to do? What if I make a mistake? What if I hurt our child?� he
whispered.
Aida relaxed. Those were honest, natural, first-time parent
fears. "You'll be fine. You'll do
fine. All parents make mistakes and most children thrive in spite of them. This
child won't be any different."
He nodded, accepting her reassurance as it was given.
"Besides, we'll be in it together. Side
by side."
�Yes, we will Aida. I�ll always be by your side.�
"And I'll be by your side. We'll manage. Just like
countless generations of parents before us."
He nodded. �We�ll manage,� he agreed. �Of course we will.�
She kissed the tip of his nose. "Want to go to
bed?"
�I suppose that depends.�
"On?" she asked as if she didn't know.
�On what we plan to be doing in bed,� he said wryly as if
she should have known better to ask such a question even if she was only
playing dumb.
"Sleep. What else?"
�Sleep. Hm.� He seemed to ponder
this for a moment before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the
bed, kissing her even as he moved.
"What're you doing?" she asked when he broke the
kiss. "I'm already pregnant." There was a sly tone in her voice, as
if she was anticipating his reaction.
Sands just let out a short bark of a laugh and kissed her
some more.
"No, really, the sacrifice isn't needed," Aida
protested, laughing as she tried to roll away.
��Sacrifice,� she says. As if I wouldn�t give up all I had
and more for you, spitfire. Now come here and get your due.� He reached for
her, enjoying the game as she was.
"Oh, but expectant mothers need lots and lots of
sleep," she said seriously, even though she knew her eyes were sending a
different message.
�But you�re clearly not tired, spitfire,� he said, crawling
up over to her like a prowling tiger. �In fact, I dare say you won�t be getting
any sleep at all unless you�re sufficiently exhausted enough to actually sleep.
And that would be a shame, wouldn�t it? I�m only looking out for your best
interests, love.�
"You're looking out for your interests," she laughed as she rolled away.
�Considering you are
one of my interests, I�ll give you that one, spitfire,� he agreed as he
continued to give chase.
"I'm one of your interests or I'm interesting?"
she teased.
�Both. Always. You entice me, Aida.
You always have.�
"Tell me why," she challenged.
�You�re beautiful,� he said slowly with a sly grin.
"Is that it?"
�What? That isn�t enough?� he asked wryly.
"If I fell into bed with every man who told me I was
beautiful..." she teased.
�You�d better not,� he mock warned. �You�re kind and
passionate and caring and stubborn and determined and brilliant and I love you
so very much, Aida. You�re the one for me. Always and
forever.�
"You really think I'm brilliant?" she asked shyly
as she let him finally catch her.
�Well maybe not as brilliant as me,� he blatantly teased
her, affecting an overly smug and snobbish voice. �Yes, Aida. I think you�re
brilliant.� He kissed her then.
He made love to her slowly, thoroughly, leaving no part of
her untouched or unkissed.� And when he was finished, she came apart
gently in his arms, her release trailing through her like loops of molasses,
dark, rich, and satisfying.
Then, once they'd come back to themselves and each other,
and they lay side by side, she just watched him out of calm, satisfied eyes.
There was nothing that she saw that she didn't love. Nothing
about him right now that she wasn't head over heels for.
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