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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and
More Than Life, and Sands/Jeffrey from Merrie's OUATIM fic on
ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some sense, probably, if you read
it without having read either of our stories, but it'll make a hell of a lot
more if you just read them. They're all worth reading, we promise. Anyway, on
with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We�re really not quite sure
ourselves. On with the story.

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Salida woke slowly, struggling
from the remains of a nightmare in which she�d just killed her husband in
self-defense. For a moment, panic dogged
her on the edge of sleep and reality as she felt a dead weight on her back,
pressing her down into the mattress. She
remembered quite well what one could do when not totally in control of one�s
faculties, and the possibility that her dream had had roots in the waking world
terrified her.

Opening her eyes with a gasp, she
tensed, her mind racing to piece together what was going on. She was trapped under a warm body . . . one
that was breathing slowly against her.
Relief rushed through her veins as she realize that her dream simply had
been a dream.

But the memory of hot blood and
confused chocolate eyes haunted her . . . enough that she had to get out of
bed. Now.

Moving slowly, she slid out from under Jeffrey�s body, placing his head
on a pillow, and pulling the sheets up around his body. For several minutes she mused on how heavy a
sleeper he was and how trusting and trustworthy he looked in his sleep. How uncomplicated. How tender and gentle. But she�d seen his other side now, and she
was going to have to deal with it.

Moving silently, Salida went into the bathroom, intending to take a
shower. She locked the door behind her,
and quickly climbed into the stall, the water as hot as she could stand.

�Oh god,� she gasped as the
near-scalding liquid hit her body. She
looked down to see that she was covered in small bruises � evidence of the
punishing hands that had groped her the night before. An ache on the back of her head revealed a
small bump � presumably a souvenir from when Jeffrey had turned the tables on
her and thrown her off him and onto the floor.
But set against all these was the pleasant ache between her legs, evidence of the intimacy that had also been shared.

It didn�t take her long to
shower. Stepping out of the stall, she
toweled off and donned panties and a t-shirt, and the hotel provided robe. She cautiously opened the door and peeked
into the bedroom. Jeffrey was still
asleep. She hated the mixture of relief
and disappointment that moved sluggishly through her veins. One she hated because she didn�t want to fear
her husband, and the other because she didn�t like the way she�d become so
dependent on him in the matter of a week.

I�m a mess, she thought, not
thinking about her physical appearance, but the state of her psyche. She needed time and space to settle her mind,
and she was determined to use the time she had wisely. So she didn�t go and lie back down to her
sleeping husband. She didn�t sit in a
chair and stare at him, waiting for him to wake.

She did go into the living room and
have a seat on the couch briefly before jumping back up to collect the knife
from the night before.
Once she had it, she went back and settled in a chair, not wanting to
give in to the temptation to sleep that the couch offered.

She thought. She thought about
herself. About her marriage. About what she wanted out of life. About how she felt about last night. About what being married to a possessive,
schizophrenic, psychotic man meant. And
the entire time, she played with the knife, running her fingers along the blade
meditatively.

In her mind�s eye she saw her struggle with Jeffrey the night
before. The straps of fabric she�d used
to bind him were still on the floor. The
gun was still on the table. The needle
she�d used to inject him with tranquilizers lay abandoned and broken under the
table.

I love him, psychotic and
sociopath that he is, and I truly like spending time with him � in and out of
bed. I enjoy listening to his voice,
holding his hand, trading barbs and innuendoes with him. I like how he challenges me, and how I can
see just how much I manage to confound him.
Her fingers still ran over the knife.
Her eyes still saw the struggle from last night. But I
need time. And space. I need time to reconcile myself to what I saw
last night. I need to come up with some
sort of plan for what I�ll do if that ever happens again. I�ve been �alive� for all of a month now . .
. I need time to discover what I need and want and think about life.

I don�t want to leave him.

But do I have any other choice?

�Vixen?�

Salida jumped, not noticing how the blade of the knife sliced into the
pad of her index finger. She stood and
looked at her husband, seeing how his hair was tousled with sleep, how he was
wearing nothing but a bed sheet, how he was looking at her with trepidation,
confusion that bordered on irritation, and a bit of guilt. It was the guilt that brought back other
emotions to her; hate, fury, disgust, and cold lust. Cries from last night invaded her ears,
ringing faintly in her memory. She
couldn�t stay in this room any longer.
She needed to leave. And she
wasn�t sure if Jeffrey�s presence would help or hinder.

�I can�t stay,� she whispered,
dropping the knife, still unaware of the blood dripping from her finger. She moved past her husband�s shocked form and
into the bedroom where she pulled out her suitcase and started packing.

******************************

Jeffrey woke up to a cold bed,
and he didn�t fucking like it. �Vixen?�
he called out sleepily, patting down the bed next to him with an outstretched
arm. She was nowhere to be found. He thought he had heard the shower running on
the edge of his dreams, but he couldn�t be sure. Something
doesn�t feel fucking right about this.
He narrowed his eyes and rolled over in bed onto his back looking around
the room. She was still nowhere to be
found.

�Vixen?� he called out again, liking this less and less with every
passing second. Where the fuck is she?
Wrapping the sheet around his waist in an attempt to regain some of the
warmth she had taken with her when she had left, he swung his legs over the
side of the bed and stood up, immediately wincing. Nearly every muscle in his body ached,
especially his arms and legs where Salida had ridden him last night, and where
he had pulled at the restraints behind his back. But he wouldn�t let that stop him. Pain had never stopped him.

As he walked to the bedroom door, images from last night began playing
themselves across the backs of his eyelids. He had fucking turned on her last night. His own wife, and he had fucking wanted to
kill her. His own fucking mind had
rebelled against him, and he fucking hated it.
Who�s to say it won�t fucking happen again? a small
voice playing devil�s advocate asked quietly.
No one, Jeffrey thought, his
shoulders slumping. It could happen again. Fuck,
if I�m being fucking honest with myself, it fucking will happen again. And that was unacceptable. He didn�t know what he was fucking going to do
about it, or if there was even anything he could do about it, but what happened
last night couldn�t happen again. If she hadn�t had the fucking tranquilizer
or whatever it was that she fucking gave me. . . . The thought sent shivers through his lean
frame. He didn�t know what would have
fucking happened exactly, but it was a safe bet that it wouldn�t have been
pretty.
�Vixen?�
he called out again, louder this time. �This
isn�t fucking funny. Where are you?� He went into the living room and found her
sitting there, twirling his knife in her hands absently. She didn�t seem to notice him calling to her. �Vixen?� he called again, and started himself
as she jumped in the seat. He winced
slightly to see that he had caused her to cut herself, but either she didn�t
notice it or didn�t care because it didn�t seem to be slowing her down any as
she got up and walked toward him, the bloodied knife having fallen to the floor
from her limp fingers.
�I can�t
stay,� she had whispered before striding past him before he could react. Wait,
what the fuck does that mean?

He rounded into the bedroom, his eyes blazing as he watched her grab her
suitcase and begin packing. �What the
fuck does that mean, vixen? What, you�re
just leaving me? Like that? One fucking rough spot and you�re deciding to
fuck it all and pack your bags without a second thought? I don�t fucking think so.�

She looked up at him, as if surprised by his anger. Dressed in a robe, with a shirt in one hand
and a pair of shoes in the other, she examined him, her forehead creased in
puzzlement. Then her eyes slipped shut an she sighed, before once again opening her eyes to stare
at him. �I can�t stay here,� she expanded. Dropping her small load in the suitcase, she
ran a hand through her damp hair agitatedly.
�Here. In this room. I can�t stay here.� Tucking a strand of
hair behind her ear, she went to her drawer and pulled out her pajamas.
�I�m
fucking haunted here,� she whispered. �I
can . . .� she faltered, remembering her thoughts from earlier. �I can be with you anywhere, but all I can
see here is him.� She turned back to him and he was suddenly
struck by how young she looked. �If I
stay, it�ll get to me. It already is.� She sat down on the edge of the bed,
trembling. �I dreamed I killed you last
night,� she whispered in a pained voice.
�I killed you to save lf, lf, and I felt your blood wash over my hand,
and I saw the confusion in your eyes.
And I suppose it makes sense. I
was . . . I had no knowledge of what psychosis is like before last night, and
my . . . my innocence of that died here.
That�s what I�m running
from. Not from.that�s a fucking consequence for me, savvy?� he asked coldly. �And who the fuck says I need your company?�
Sands asked, his brow furrowing with incredulity. �I didn�t ask for you to be around, you just
are. And if I thought I could get
fucking away from you, I would leave.
In a mother-fucking heartbeat. You can count on that, sunrise.�
�Then
why don�t you just fucking go!?�

There was a pause as both combatants stared at each other, trying to
contain their rage at each other. Then
Sands turned on his heel, and left the bedroom, flinging the door open so hard
that it bounced off the wall.

Salida watched him go for a moment before yelling after him: �I wouldn�t
have let you end up in jail. Why the fucking hell do you think I was so
damn eager to get Jeffrey back to the hotel room? Strategically, the plan sucked. I boxed myself in a smallish room with a man
who intended on killing me. But I knew
it at least would be fucking private. If
anything did happen, you could have been on the next plane out of here without
anyone knowing what had happened.� He
stopped, but he didn�t turn to look at her, but she still took that as her cue
to finish what she had to say. �I�ve
already fucking taken the blame for all this, so I don�t need you reiterating
it all. I learn from my fucking
mistakes, alright?
You�re not going to have to worry about me and my �mad
scientist� proclivities for some time to come. Now, do me a favor and go
get laid, because I really think you need a good fuck. The fact that Jeffrey�s getting regular
action and you�re not is fucking getting to you I think.�
�I don�t
suppose you�re offering?� Sands asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk,
turning to look at her over a shoulder, ready to duck and run should she throw
something at him.
�Go
find another one of your bottle blonds with an IQ dimmer than a dead light
bulb. You should be able to hold up your
end of a conversation with someone like that,� Salida said, glaring daggers at
it the entire time. She then slammed the
bedroom door hard enough to make the walls rattle.

For a long moment Sands just stared over his shoulder at the closed
door. Then, turning to grab whatever was
close at hand � a rather nice looking table lamp � he
then wrenched it off of the table and out of its socket with a growl, throwing
it against a far wall with all his might. It made a satisfying crash against the wall,
but it wasn�t enough to cool his rage. He
felt the need to destroy something fucking beautiful tonight. And with that thought, he strode out of the
hotel room, slamming the door behind him.

It took Salida some time to calm herself down, not just from her
argument with Sands, but from the recriminations he�d heaped upon her. Ones she was still having trouble laying to
rest despite all Jeffrey�s assurances that he didn�t blame her. She would have thrown her own temper tantrum,
but that was tempting fate, and she wanted to avoid that. For a moment she was tempted to get mad at
Jeffrey for not being there for her, but she discarded that quickly. It wasn�t his fault that he couldn�t be. This was how life was going to be for . . .
quite some time to come. She needed to
come to terms with that. Before the
stress of it drove her insane.

Looking around the room, she decided to go out. She�d go downstairs, perhaps do a bit of
shopping, and then get a coffee or something and then drink it along the canal
that ran through the miniature Venetian town downstairs. And then she�d come back up here, clean up
her mess, and go to Jeffrey�s room, hoping to sneak in without him knowing. She�d set up camp in one of the spare rooms,
and hope that sooner or later, Jeffrey would wake or Sands
would calm down enough to approach.

******************************

�What the fuck?� Jeffrey asked
aloud, coming awake with a start. He
flikelike a fucking new man; well, except for the confusion of where he was
anyway. He couldn�t recall having slept
so soundly in his entire fucking existence. �It must have been whatever vixen fucking gave
me working its way out of my system,� he mused, glancing around the darkened
room he found himself in. �Ok, I�m in a fucking bedroom, and it�s not vixen�s. Or mine. Fuck. Sands,
are you there? Answer me, you fucking
bastard.�

�Fuck you, go back to sleep. You�re interrupting,� Sands muttered in a
sleepy voice. No, not sleepy, fucking contented.
�You
fucking bastard. That woman next to us
isn�t Salida, is it?� Jeffrey asked, feeling a rather odd sensation work its
way thought him. It left him feeling
vaguely uneasy. I just fucking cheated on vixen. The thought shot its way through his divided
brain like a bullet before he could rein it back.
�Thank
God. I�ve had fucking enough of that
little wifey of yours,� Sands muttered into the sleeping woman�s shoulder. A woman that looked enough like his wife to be
related to her, Jeffrey noticed.

�Well you�d better wake the fuck up, because I�m going to go back home
to that little wifey of mine right
now, whether you like it or not, you bastard,� Jeffrey said, lifting his head
up off of the woman�s shoulder.

�What makes you think she�s still there?� Sands asked cruelly. �I seem to remember her in a flurry of
packing before I left, and hearing something about how she blamed herself for
something. In fact,� he added, �she�s
the one who told me to go out and get laid.�
�You
fucking bastard. What the fuck did you
say to her?� Jeffrey asked, the color draining out of his face. She
wouldn�t really leave, would she? She
fucking said she wouldn�t. He�s just
trying to fucking mess with you. Don�t
fucking listen to him, Jeffrey thought to himself.
�It�s
not so much what I said to her as what she said to me, Jeffrey. We had a nice fucking fight. Lot�s of raised voices
and tempers. She was in quite a tiff
when I left,� Sands said with a smirk that Jeffrey couldn�t see, but felt on
his own face all the same.
�What
the fuck did you say to her, you bastard?!� Jeffrey yelled, his temper going
from pissed off and irritated to nuclear fucking meltdown in a matter of
seconds. The woman beside them
unfortunately chose that moment to wake up.
�What
the hell are you screaming about? It�s
late, go back to sleep,� the woman who could have been Salida�s sister said,
rolling over in bed to look at them. One
minute she had been looking up at them, sleepy-eyed and annoyed to have been
awoken by his screams, the next she was gasping like a fish out of water, her
throat having been slit from ear to fucking ear. Her hands flew up to her ruined neck, but it
was much too late to save herself. Jeffrey watched dispassionately as her life-blood
began to flow in thick rivulets down the sides of her neck and onto the sheets
and his bare skin.

�Who�s the psychopath now?� Jeffrey asked coldly, looking down at the
bloodied knife in Sands� hand. The knife
Salida had held on herself last night. Vixen. I�ve got to fucking get to her, he
thought, his eyes going wide. Oh fuck. Sands just fucking killed someone. I just fucking killed someone. Well, Vegas was nice while it lasted.

�Where are we going to dump the body?� Sands asked.

******************************

Salida had been on the edge of
falling into a restless sleep when she heard a door slam and raised voices
coming from another room in Sands� suite.
Not that there hadn�t been raised voices some time before, she thought
to herself, but these were different.
They were angry, and not yelling so much as
sounding almost direly intense. For a
moment she contemplated staying in bed and letting whoever had the problem work
it out themselves, but then she sighed. If Jeffrey had just woken up, he might be
having a problem.

Groaning, she got out of bed, still fully dressed in everything but her
shoes. She walked to the door of her
room, pausing halfway there when she heard the talking stop. Bed,
part of her whispered, but she�d come this far so she might as well go all the
way.

She slowly opened the door to her chosen room and stepped into the
hallway . . .

. . . only to be thrown into the wall, face
first, her cheekbone hitting it painfully.

Jeffrey froze his place when he heard a familiar sounding whimper of
pain in the dark. �Oh God, vixen? Is that you? What the fuck are you wandering around in the
dark for? I could have fucking killed
you!� Jeffrey screamed, annoyed at her carelessness. With the way he was currently keyed up right
now, he probably could have killed
her on accident before he even realized. And that thought just pissed him off even more

Salida relaxed, realizing her husband was the one who�d just y-sly-slammed her into the wall. �I was going to see what all the yelling
was about.� Jeffrey let her turn away
from the wall to face him. Continuing,
she raised her hand to her sore face. �I
assumed he�d said something to upset you or something, and I wanted to step in before
someone lost it.�

Jeffrey laughed then, and the sound chilled the blood in her veins. �Oh it�s much too fucking late for that,
vixen. I just fucking fled the scene of
a fucking homicide thanks to my resident sociopathic bastard here,� he said, gesturing
violently at his temple.
�Oh
like I haven�t had to do the same, you fucking hypocritical bastard,� Sands
muttered.

Salida shook her head at that, as if she didn�t believe what she was
hearing. And then almost comically she
added, �Sands, I told you to go get fucking laid. I never said anything about murder.�
�Oh
come on,� Sands defended himself in an almost pouting tone of voice, �you�re
fucking married to Jeffrey. He must have
told you that between the two of us, sex and murder are almost
inseparable. Except in your case, that
is,� he added as an afterthouglw~>
�God. Next time, can you at least do it in a room
that�s rented under a pseudonym?� she asked.

Sands shrugged. �I suppose,� he
said at last, rather amused that she seemed to take this all in stride.
�What
fuckhead here failed to mention is that when we left, the cops had already been
called. I don�t know how they discovered
the body so fucking quickly, and I don�t fucking care. It looks like we�re going to be starting our
vacationing a little early, vixen. You
ready?�

She sighed, thinking longingly of bed, but nodded, knowing this was
something she was going to have to adjust to as well. �Just let me grab my suitcase. It�s a very good thing I assumed we wouldn�t
be here long enough for me to unpack,� she said to whoever was listening.

She reached out and took Jeffrey by the left hand, having noticed that
her husband was left-handed. She then
ducked her head back into the room and grabbed the suitcase that was sitting
right by the door.

�I�m sorry about all of this, vixen,� Jeffrey said with a sigh.
�I�m
not. Why should I be? It�s not like I can fucking help it or
anything,� Sands added with a frown.

Salida ignored him and spoke directly to her husband. �Don�t be. It wasn�t your fault.�

�Then whose fault was it?� Jeffrey asked, the frown already on his face
deepening.

�Whoever decided to put two
stubborn men in the same body, that�s who. Or we could say me since I�m the one that
suggested Sands go get laid. That�s the choice you�d prefer, isn�t it
Sands?�

Sands winked at her. �You said
it, not me, sunrise,� he said with a short laugh.

******************************

�Are airports always this crowded
this late at night?� Salida asked her husband as she blurrily watched tourists
fly by, intent on going to wherever it was that was so fucking important to
them as fast as they fucking could. To
tell the truth, it was giving her a headache.
Jeffrey had just reappeared from the United Airlines counter, two
tickets in hand. She glanced at them,
curious as to where they goi going, but waited for an answer to her original
question.
�It�s
Vegas, sunrise. What the fuck do you
expect? America�s
fucking playground. Isn�t that what
people say? Of course it�s fucking busy.�
�Shut
the hell up, Sands. I�m still mad at you
for earlier.�
�Oh
get over it,� Sands said with a roll of his eyes. �And I�m still pissed at you too if it makes
you feel any better,� he said with a smirk.
�Oh, I�m
ever so much reassured. And now that I
know that as long as I never let you fuck me, I�ll live a long and happy life,
I�ll sleep peacefully for the rest of my life,� Salida threw back. She opened her mouth to give another biting
jab, but Jeffrey placed his hand over her mouth.

�It�s bad enough that he and I always argue without having to fucking hear
the two of you going at it.�
�Oh,
but we haven�t �gone at it� yet,� Sands said with a large dose of
innuendo. �However, if you�d like us to ��
�Shut up, Sands.� Salida was still glaring, but she was willing
to call a cease fire for the time being.
Then, turning her attention back to Jeffrey, she asked, �Where are we
going?�

Before he answered, Jeffrey took a moment to absorb the way Salida had
taken to focusing on different sides of his face, depending on who she was
addressing. Left for him and right for
Sands. Clever vixen.

�Well I had a craving for Cajun food all of a sudden and I heard New
Orleans was the best place to get some, so I guess we�re
going there,� he said with a truly warm smile, not a smirk, holding up two
first-class tickets.

Salida looked at the tickets, then at Jeffrey, and back and forth once
more before murmuring, �Remind me to thank you ever so thoroughly once we no
longer have an audience. Although, I
think it�s only fair to inform you that I plan on sleeping the entire way
there.� She stood up from the
uncomfortable airport chair and stretched.
�When do we leave?� she asked through a yawn.

�Our flight�s in a little less than a half an hour, vixen. And I don�t mind you sleeping if that�s what
you want. Although,� he drawled, his
face taking on a wicked smirk, �don�t you want to join the mile-high club?�

Sands rolled his eyes at that but didn�t comment, knowing that he would
have been ignored.

Salida simply blinked at him several times before answering. �You want to have sex in a tiny,
cubicle-like, extremely unsanitary bathroom that�s only a step up from a
port-a-potty,� she stated in disbelief. �What
makes you think I�d say yes to something like that?�

�Maybe he thinks you�re as easy as some two-bit whore. Which he�d be ri �� Sands was cut off as Jeffrey closed
their mouth.

Jeffrey waited for a moment; his mouth still clamped shut until he
figured Sands had gotten the message. �You
have no sense of adventure, vixen,� he said with a slight pout.

�If you mean I don�t want to get some horribly unpleasant disease, then
yes, you�re right. Not to mention that a
three by three cubicle doesn�t seem like an . . .
inspiring setting.�

�Don�t mind him, he�s just a horny bastard,� Sands said with smirk. �Although I�ve no room to talk,� he said with
a slight sigh.
�If
only you�d stop then,� she snapped. Salida realized she was being cranky and was
picking fights, but she didn�t care.

�What�s wrong? Past your bedtime,
sunrise?�

Jeffrey groaned. He wasn�t
fucking used to feeling like the mature one in a conversation, nor the rational
one, but this was fucking ridiculous. �Sands,
shut the fuck up, you bastard. Vixen,
you�re only encouraging him. I don�t
want to have to put up with this all the fucking way to New
Orleans, savvy?�

Salida simply pouted, because she knew he was right and she wasn�t going
to win a conversation at the moment.
However, she hadn�t calculated what the effect of her out-thrust lip and
wide eyes would be on her husband.

Jeffrey leaned forward and took her out-thrust lip between his own,
nibbling on it a bit forcefully. His
nibble soon turned into a passionate kiss that left the both of them
breathless.

�See? I told you he was a horny
bastard,� Sands said in a breathy tone of voice.

For once, Salida ignored the opportunity to spar verbally with
Sands. Instead she watched her husband .
. . getting a wicked thought as she did.
Cupping his face in both hands, she started placing kisses over his
face, as she whispered in what was supposed to be a love-struck voice, �I love
you, Jeffy.� She heard a moan � and
while it could have come from either man, she sincerely hoped it�d come from
Sands. �You�re just my little cupcake,
aren�t you?� she cooed, making sure Sands had no desire to stick around any
longer.
�That
was very devious of you, vixen,� Jeffrey said with a smirk. �Don�t worry, it worked. But you were just trying to make him leave,
right? Because honestly, I�ll be
extremely fucking happy if you don�t ever do that again,� he said with a wince
that caused her to laugh.
�Relax. I was making myself sick with that,� she sighed, right before yawning
again. �We should head towards our gate,
shouldn�t we?�

Jeffrey checked his watch. �Fuck,
yeah we should. Let�s fucking blow this
town, sugarbutt,� he said with a smirk.

******************************

Salida and Jeffrey soon found themselves seated in the first-class
section of a newer 747. Jeffrey was
seated by the window, and Salida was sitting to his right, trying to pay
attention to the stewardess who was explaining what to do in case of an emergency
water landing. Salida bit back the
comment that in case of an emergency water landing, the impact alone would
probably kill a lot of the passengers.

The stewardess giving the lecture moved on to give it to coach, and two
other women moved in to make sure that their first-class passengers were
comfortable. When they got to Salida and
Jeffrey, the woman asked for a blanket and a pillow, fully intending on getting
some sleep. The flight attendant handed
them over, and Salida took them, but Jeffrey soon removed them from her
hands. �You�ll get them back after we
take off,� he promised.

Salida looked at him for a moment, but didn�t say anything; all the
anger-fueled energy that she�d been running off of was
leaving her.

This time, Jeffrey�s word was his bond, and once the seatbelt sign had
turned off, he reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt. Having placed the pillow in his lap, he
guided her head down to rest on it, spreading the blanket over her. Salida smiled gently, giving him a quick kiss
before arranging herself so she was facing his chest. She then curled her legs up in the seat, and
to all appearances, went to sleep.

******************************

Sands awoke a few hours later to
find that his legs had gone completely asleep under
him. He looked down with a confused look
on his face and frowned to see Salida stretched out on top of his lap, completely asleep. �Sunrise?�
he asked softly, not necessarily wanting to wake her for some reason. �My legs are fucking asleep.� If she gave some kind of response to that, it
wasn�t one he could see. He sighed and
leaned his head back in the seat briefly before looking down at her again. Her nose was pressed up against his stomach,
her breath hot through his shirt. He
reached up a hand tentatively to her face to move aside a stray lock of hair,
praying that she wouldn�t wake up. He
knew that if she did and saw what he was doing, there would be . . . fireworks.
I
probably shouldn�t be fucking doing this at all, he thought with a frown. But his hand didn�t move from her face. He felt compelled to touch her for reasons he
didn�t entirely understand. She is rather beautiful when she�s not
yelling at me, he thought with a smirk.

Suddenly, Salida murmured Jeffrey�s name and moved into his hand�s
caress, not opening her eyes. Sands
froze, his eyes going wide. She murmured
a few more unintelligible words before growing silent and motionlesse moe more.
It was only then that Sands pulled his
hand back as if he had been burned. Not smart, Sands. If Jeffrey had been fucking awake to witness
that, he would not have been pleased. He sighed and closed his eyes with grimace,
leaning far back into the seat, praying for sleep to take him again. This is going to be a fucking long flight.
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