latino_menace: (Chill)
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He doesn't sleep deeply, though it's peaceful. When he wakes, he's more desperate than ever to get clean and she seems to be flat out, so he slips out from underneath her and heads into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he's in a bathrobe and making more coffee; five minutes after that, he's back in bed, smoking a cigarette quietly and waiting for her to wake up.

Date: 2010-02-12 09:48 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She drifts up through the layers of sleep, drawn by the smell of tobacco and coffee. She opens an eye and gives him that secret little smile.

"Hey."

Date: 2010-02-12 10:44 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She hums, shakes her head a little, slowly uncurling from the sheets and stretching her hands over her head.

"Water?"

Date: 2010-02-12 11:00 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (naked)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Someone who's actually thirsty, that's who.

She sits up to take the glass from him, draining the glass in one long drink.

"Mmmyeah," she answers, smiling as she hands him the glass to set on the bedside table. "You?"

Date: 2010-02-12 11:10 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (drifting)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She leans into that kiss, one hand rising to brush his damp curls back from his forehead.

"You," she breathes against his lips. Her eyes close and she hums, smiling.

Date: 2010-02-12 11:22 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (smile - soft)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"You are amazing. And gorgeous." Her voice is quiet, intense. She tugs on the sleeve of his bathrobe, wanting him close again. "And mine."

Date: 2010-02-12 11:35 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (smile - soft)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Her hands draw him back down beside her, her brow furrowing a little.

('Mine', if only for the day, she thinks. If only for a moment. ...alters not with his brief hours and weeks...)

"Why would you think that?"

Date: 2010-02-12 11:44 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (coy)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She nestles against his side and then promptly steals his smoke, pursing her lips as she blows out a perfect smoke ring.

"You took a chance on me," she grins, a little blush rising in her cheeks despite her air of nonchalance. "It paid off."

Date: 2010-02-13 12:03 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (i'm not telling)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Her smirk broadens, her cheeks get even redder, and she hands him the cigarette back. She rests her cheek on his chest, her palm smoothing along his ribs.

"Maybe." Hell yes. "If you want."

Date: 2010-02-13 12:21 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Never thought it'd feel like that," she admits in a small voice.

I want it all. Don't ask me that. Don't ask. Mess you right up.

"Just -- go slow. Okay?"

Date: 2010-02-13 12:32 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (watching you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She presses her head into his touch, purring, a small smile returning. "No, I think -- I may have to wait till later. To go again."

Did he actually wear her out? Is that even possible?

Date: 2010-02-13 01:01 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (Really)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She smirks at him, a bit uncertain as to what's so funny, but happy to see him happy.

"Oh you think I'm done with you, is that it? You think I've had enough?"

Date: 2010-02-13 01:15 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (close to you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She punches him playfully in the ribs, before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him down for a slow, deep kiss. The kind you can get lost in for days.

She's never been one to back down from a challenge, never been one to walk away from a fight.

Date: 2010-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (smile - soft)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"God yes. That sounds like heaven."

She brushes his hair back from his eyes again, taking a good long look at him, like she's seeing him for the first time.

"I could use a good long soak."

Date: 2010-02-13 01:38 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (working)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She hums a little as he slips from her hands. And lays there, eyes closed for a few moments.

Damn it, food sounds good. She slips out of the bed, dragging the sheet with her to cover her shoulders. Even with a fire in the fireplace, it's a bit chilly in here. Probably the snow still falling outside the windows. She pads off towards the kitchen, and takes a few minutes to make them a plate of bread and meat, a little fruit and cheese. She finds another bottle of wine and uncorks it, but doesn't even bother finding glasses. Idly, she turns on the sound system and finds a CD of Christmas songs (jazz covers, just enough holiday music without being overbearingly sweet.)

Eventually, she takes the plate and the bottle and makes her way into the bathroom, munching on a handful of grapes as she sets their lunch down.

Date: 2010-02-13 01:50 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (drifting)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She drops the grapes, giggling and laughing as she lets him steer her down into the soapy mess and the delicious heat.

A long groan slips from her lips as she melts against him.

"My hero."

Date: 2010-02-13 09:00 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (drifting)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
It takes a moment for his words to penetrate the bliss of the hot water sinking into her sore muscles.

"Nothing a long hot soak won't fix," she murmurs, rolling her neck from side to side.

Date: 2010-02-13 06:33 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Never had anyone offer," she confesses, her tone idle and content. "I mean, the other?"

She pauses for a moment, and he can see a memory play across her face. An unpleasant memory, distant but still there.

"Never -- enjoyed it. But." She looks up into his eyes. "That? Makes me want to try again."

Date: 2010-02-13 07:52 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (just a girl)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Her gaze falls, but there's a smile on her lips.

"He didn't --" She shakes her head, reaching for the bottle of wine to take a drink before trying again. "He didn't ask, didn't listen, didn't -- stop."

Date: 2010-02-13 08:06 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (small eyeroll)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She rolls her eyes, takes another drink. "Doesn't matter. It was a long time ago." She looks at his face, searching his eyes even as she tries to smile. "Another lifetime."

Date: 2010-02-13 08:22 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (looking up)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She fixes him with a stare, shifting to set the wine bottle down behind his shoulder, running her hands over his chest under the water as she settles back.

"Someone high up in the organisation. Someone I was dating."

She knows full well what he's capable of, knew from the beginning just what she was getting herself into. She's never had any illusions.

She cocks one eyebrow at him. "He's dead," she drawls. "I lied about how much time he had to plant the charge and get out. Oops."

Date: 2010-02-13 08:32 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (pretty  but dangerous)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Again she slits her eyes at him, her lips thinning. "I can take care of myself."

Date: 2010-02-13 08:46 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (tough chick)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"I told you, it was another lifetime. I was young and stupid. And he -- he thought he could do anything to me. I didn't know what was happening until it was too late."

The edge in her voice tapers off, and she sighs, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek.

"And it's not like that between us. Which makes it okay. To experiment."

Date: 2010-02-13 09:08 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (close to you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
Her expression softens as he speaks, her head falling to one side and and her pupils grow wide and dark.

She leans in, drawn to him. "You take good care of me," she murmurs against the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."

She turns her head, brushing her lips over his, her eyes drifting closed.
Edited Date: 2010-02-13 09:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-13 09:44 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (close to you)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
If it's stifling, it isn't care anymore. She knows that. (Michael taught her well.)

Her hands steal around his neck, fingertips teasing into his hair at the nape of his neck. The hot water, the feel of his hands moving on her skin, the taste of his mouth, all of it.

Best Christmas in ages.

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