latino_menace: (Reclining)
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It's been a long evening. Ramon aches from all the places she hit him and he's tired and still no further along to understanding anything they talked about. But that can all wait for now. They've been to the infirmary and Fiona's got her hand strapped up and then he'd brought her up to her room and put her to bed. She was pretty spent.

After she'd fallen asleep, he'd considered going back to his own room for the night. But it felt like a trek and anyway, there are things to talk about. So he'd taken a shower, winced at the bruises starting to form, found some clean soft jeans and a white T shirt. Then he'd poured a whiskey over ice and sat in a comfortable chair, watching her sleep and thinking. It's a lot more peaceful up here than it was downstairs, that's for sure.

Date: 2009-10-09 10:48 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (asleep)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She sleeps for a few hours, motionless, exhausted. Even after the healer got done with her, her whole arm still aches. Her whole body aches.

And even in her sleep, she reaches for him.

Her hand searches across the sheets, patting his empty pillow.

"CariƱo?"

Re:

Date: 2009-10-09 10:56 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She rolls over to peer at him in the shadows. The fact that he's all the way over there brings the fight back to surface. She swallows, trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat.

"Come to bed?"

Date: 2009-10-09 11:01 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Hurts."

Funny, she was thinking from the other side of that coin. That it's too easy to think while she's so far away from him.

"You okay?"

Date: 2009-10-09 11:06 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She's quiet for a moment, making a point to pull the sheets up over her body, tucking her arm beneath.

(If she falls asleep now, he'll be gone when she wakes up in the morning. Her mind plays that scene through. Emptying the ashtray. Throwing away the bottles. Showering without his hands on her body.)

She closes her eyes. "Want you."

Date: 2009-10-09 11:09 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"You're leaving, aren't you."

It isn't a question.

Date: 2009-10-09 11:15 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
He's not leaving. A tiny thread she can hold onto.

"It's what I'd do."

Lie.

Date: 2009-10-09 11:18 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"I don't want to fight any more."

For once, that's the truth.

Date: 2009-10-09 11:22 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Her fingers pluck idly at the sheet, and even in the dark, he knows she's worrying that bottom lip between her teeth.

"Told you. Can't handle it when you mock me. Take your mood out on someone else next time."

Date: 2009-10-09 11:30 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She wants to touch him, wants to feel his skin warm under her palms, wants to feel that gentle kiss that destroys her all over again.

He wants answers.

"You say I can have any life I want, easy. Husband. Kids. Family. Love." The last word is half breath, half whisper, like it caught in her throat.

The pitch of her voice rises, as she singsongs the words. "But not with you, no, not with you."

Date: 2009-10-09 11:37 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"No, you told me," she answers, solemn, her tone still almost childlike. "Can't love two people at the same time. Doesn't work like that."

Date: 2009-10-09 11:45 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Again, she's quiet for a long time, trying to understand what it was he just said. He's immortal?

"You never cared about Michael before."

Date: 2009-10-09 11:52 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (confused)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Wait, in the way? In the way of what?"

Date: 2009-10-09 11:55 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
He says it so casually. 'Us.' Like he knows how this is all going to play out.

"I'm not married to him. I'm not even sleeping with him."

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