latino_menace: (Chill)
Fiona's been outside all morning. She'd said something about the impending hurricane but he was still in bed at the time and half-asleep and it hadn't really registered. Now it's a few hours later and there have been various bumping and banging noises from the back of the house which he's been trying to ignore. It's starting to get on his nerves though, especially as something in his mind keeps telling him that she'll probably be pissed if he doesn't at least take an interest in what's going on, seeing as it's his house and everything.

Besides, it's hot out there and she could probably use a drink. So he wanders out eventually, carrying two long, cool glasses, wearing, as usual, just shorts and shades.

'What're you doing?'

OOM: Talk

Aug. 9th, 2010 12:25 am
latino_menace: (Chill)

It's felt awkward, to him. And he's kept his distance seeing as she was obviously upset and didn't want to talk about it anymore. He's confused, because he thought he was offering her what she wanted, and a bit put out that she dismissed the idea out of hand. Or so it seemed to him.

So he'd gone for a swim and read a book and almost took the boat out but, in the end, didn't. And now it's evening and he has another book, which he's skimming through on the sofa in the lounge. Another warm evening, no sound out there but the waves and breeze. This place is getting too quiet for him.

OOM: Help

May. 7th, 2010 02:52 am
latino_menace: (Jaguar)

After this, Ramon is not thinking straight. To put it mildly. It's not like he can.

But he knows three things; he has to get away from the outside and then away from the bar before he changes and shows off the very obvious signs of a fight. And then...he's going to need some help.

It all means one thing - get upstairs, get to Fiona. He reaches the outer door and barrels into it, forcing it open. The second one isn't as co-operative though and he can't manage it. So he starts scratching at it, yelling as loud as he can (pretty damn loud, as it happens) and to hell with subtlety.
latino_menace: (Kissing Mary Anne)

It has been a long month. A long, boring month of healing and don't touch and being forced to exercise some self-restraint. He's spiked his drinks, taken drugs and painkillers and lately, those pills that Fi got from bar. They seemed to do the trick but left a problem - if his body literally can't respond to desire, how will he know when it's fixed?

He's so bored of waiting. And everything looks practically normal. So after that conversation on the beach and the lazy, intimate day that followed he decided to risk it. If he wakes up hurting, fine, he'll give it a bit longer.

He wakes up...hurting. But not much, not much at all. It's the middle of the night, pitch black because there's no natural light on an island in the middle of the sea, no sound but the waves hitting the beach below them. He's drowsy and hasn't opened his eyes but then, he doesn't have to to know what roused him from sleep.

It aches. But he doesn't know if that's because of the injury or because he's so hard he could hammer nails with his cock. He does know that it doesn't hurt enough to stop him and without even thinking about it, he's turning, sliding a leg between Fiona's and kissing her neck, her jaw, collarbone, chest; small, wet, open-mouthed kisses that are as gentle as they are insistent.


OOM: Miami

Mar. 21st, 2010 12:13 am
latino_menace: (Cigar - Musing)

Ramon is very fond of his island. But lets face it, there's not a lot to do. That's all well and good when you just want to sit and soak up rays or swim or take the boat out. When Fi's here, there's sex. But she's not here all the time and he's a restless sort. All this quiet is getting on his nerves.

So when Fi comes through the door, he's dressed and ready to leave.

'Lets go to Miami.'
latino_menace: (19 - B&W)

Perhaps it wasn't really the manly thing, letting Fi deal with getting her out. Under normal circumstances, he'd just give her a smack and be done with it. But isn't shock bad for unborn kids? He doesn't know and he's still struggling with mixed emotions about the baby - on one hand, he wishes it had never happened. But on the has. And it's going to be born now, no matter what so shouldn't he start getting used to the idea?

None of this is easy. He's glad of the half-minute or so that Fi is out of the room because it gives him just a little space to breathe and think about what he's going to say, if he has to say anything. He really had no idea she'd show up here.

When Fi comes back, she'll find him sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette and staring at nothing in particular.
latino_menace: (19 - B&W)

He'd never really thought that Fiona would take him up on his casual offer to come to watch him fight. Not that it seemed like she was full of shit or anything...but she is a woman. They say things easily, they're flippant and don't have the stomach for anything rough.

His opinion of women at the moment is, justifiably he thinks, low. Maria can shoulder a lot of the blame for that.

He always fights on a Friday and this week, he's definitely in the mood to cause some pain. He'd almost forgotten about Fi but when he opens the bathroom door and looks out onto the bar, he figures why not? He can even see her from where he's standing and she doesn't look like she's doing anything important.

'Busy tonight?'

He's never been much good at small talk.
latino_menace: (Sigh/Goddamnit/Thinking)

The evening had proved to be as fun as the day. The new boat was amazing, especially after he remembered how you're supposed to drive one. They'd gone for a long ride and then stopped off for dinner and drinks before heading home. Idyllic, really.

Except there was...something. Lots of somethings, really. All evening - and then all night - he kept being assailed by conversations he never knew he'd had before. He vividly remembers Teja putting him in the cells after he stabbed him...except if you'd asked him about it an hour before, he would have sworn that it never happened at all. And yet there it is, in his head. It's not clear, parts seem to have faded but it seemed so real.

It had got worse in the night. He'd dreamt that he was in bed with Mary Anne, only to wake up and find Fi. When he tried to shake the dream off, it wouldn't go. The next time, it was Saffron. Then he was in the Milliways cells, doing endless pushups to pass the time. Ramon's not the type that dreams much but what worries him - not that he'll admit it out loud - is that its happening when he's awake. Last night it had got to the point where he couldn't work out what was real or not, what the time was, who he was with or whether he was sleeping.

It was a restless night. Which is why dawn finds him sitting out on the balcony, smoking and drinking coffee, wearing just a robe and trying to work this out. Last time something similar happened, he nearly lost his mind and then his life. He'd really rather that didn't happen again.
latino_menace: (Chill)

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.
latino_menace: (Kissing Mary Anne)

He sleeps late. It was a long day yesterday and it had taken longer than normal to drop off, after the uneasy way they ended the day.

When he wakes, it doesn't seem to matter. It's Christmas and he's determined not to purposefully spoil it with problems that are miles away right now. So his arms reach for her and he closes his eyes, smiling a little, trying to doze off again.
latino_menace: (Smile - Blue)

It's been another long drive, through Spain and the South of France and then the long route, into Italy and moving North into Switzerland. It takes longer but means that he can avoid Geneva, which is probably a good thing at the moment as there will be plenty of UN officials with his picture in their offices just now. He doesn't give it much thought though; the scenery has been pretty spectacular for the whole journey, turning from balmy warmth in France to snow and frigid air as they climb the mountains in Switzerland.

It's been a nice day. He's even let Fi drive for half of it. Still, he's pretty glad to pull up in front of their cabin. It's part of an exclusive resort, about half a mile above a picture-postcard village and secluded by the presence of towering pine trees around three sides of it. He grins as they walk into the warmth; everything's wood and fur rugs and a blazing open fire. One wall is mostly glass, huge doors opening out onto a balcony (and an outdoor hot tub) that overlooks a ski slope down to the edge of the houses and hotels.

'Not bad.'
latino_menace: (Thinking)

It had taken three attempts to get Bar to open the door to where he wanted to go. Three times he looked out on a truly scummy bar filled with sweaty, running men and the sounds of choppers bearing down in the distance; Hell on the edge of a jungle.

Not where he wants to be right now.

On the fourth attempt - it's warm. Not hot, but pleasantly mild and the view is of a comfortably lived-in sitting room, with child's toys in a corner and overstuffed sofas and armchairs dotted around. The first thing his eyes rest upon is a glass still half full of Scotch; the second a stone block on the table, a sculpture with a woman's face looking out of one side. He pauses for a moment (so long since all that), then wanders in and puts his bag down, goes to the French windows to look over the garden that ends in beach and then, nothing but sea. Three thousand miles of sea standing between him and home.

But it's alright. It's nice to see the place again. He'd had mixed feelings the night before, wondering if it would be unpleasantly strange to have Fiona here. But it's not. He wants her to see it. For some reason, letting her see the places he lives is like letting her see himself. It's not even about showing off, this time. The house is not small but still modest by his standards. And it was a real home, for a while. Maybe he wants her to know that he can live normally, sometimes.

'Want a tour or do you want to head straight off? I just need to make a couple of calls before we go.'

OOM: Out

Nov. 10th, 2009 07:54 pm
latino_menace: (A Cell Is No Protection For You)

X was less than gracious when she released him and that's still annoying him as he heads up the stairs. But by the time he's reached Fi's room, he's let it go (or at least put it away for a while). There are more important things to think of, like making up for three weeks of incarceration or incapacity. And washing that damn place off him.

He bangs on the door hard. She wasn't downstairs (he checked) so she must be up here.
latino_menace: (Reclining)

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.
latino_menace: (Sleep/Hide)

Some people might be disappointed to learn that Ramon, generally, has no problems sleeping at night. They might think he deserves sleepness nights and bad dreams and everything else that should come from an uneasy subconscious. But no. No matter what he's done on any given day, he tends to go out like a light and wake up about six hours later, feeling good and ready to go again.

The exception to this comes mainly in Milliways and even not very often here. But when it does, it tends to mean one thing - that whatever happened to cause it is something serious, and it'll need to be rectified at some later date.

Right now, Ramon's cold. Even with a quilt and Fi nearby, he's cold and that's because there's a sweat all over him that's making him freeze. He can't move. He's shaking with the effort of trying to break out of the wood that's locking him in but he's got branches for limbs and his body is just a solid trunk and no matter how loud he yells in the depths of his mind, no one can hear a sound he makes.

As nightmares go, this might well make his top three.
latino_menace: (Reclining)

He's not sure how long they've been asleep for but it feels like quite a while. The air is noticeably cooler on his body, though still warm enough. Fi feels comfortable pressed against him and he's content to lie like this for a while. But it's not long before the thoughts of shower, smoke and then coffee start permeating through his brain.

He doesn't move though. Not yet. She's sleeping and he can't decide whether things will be weird or not when she wakes up.
latino_menace: (Sleep/Hide)
Fi may have wanted him to wake up after a few hours for another round but if she tried to rouse him, she didn't get very far. He was exhausted and slept like the dead.

But it's morning now and while he's still a tad bleary, he's also blinking awake and thinking it's nice when the world swims into focus and you find yourself wrapped around a beautiful woman.
latino_menace: (Sigh/Goddamnit/Thinking)


I'm no good at writing letters, I'll start off with saying that. I tried to find you earlier - were you just refusing to answer your door? Doesn't matter, I'll leave this with the bar for you to find at your leisure.

So, I understand that you were angry with me this morning. Can you see why I was angry with you when you did the same thing to me on the beach? I suppose it was a bit different, seeing as we'd just had a good week together and I'm sorry if I upset you.

He sits back from the desk to light a cigarette and think about what he just wrote. Is he sorry? Well, yes. Though he's not quite sure why she got mad enough to pull a gun on him. Didn't she know that he'd have come back to bed after that shower?

I don't know what I'm supposed to say but I do know that I don't want to never see you again. I like being with you. Am I supposed to dress this up in flowery language? I can't do that in Spanish, let alone English. What is it you want to hear? I like being with you and I don't want to stop seeing you. That's the truth, no matter how much you don't seem to want to believe it.

You keep saying 'this is going to end badly' or 'this'll never last' and I've gone along with it but seeing as I can't ask you to your face right now (where are you, anyway?), I'll say it here - I've never understood why that's not true. Alright, I have Random but you have this Michael guy and I'm not complaining. It doesn't mean we can't enjoy being together and there's no reason for us to end every little argument with a gun or some threats.

That's going to get old for him really fast, he can tell. After the initial adrenaline from the argument had worn off yesterday, he'd had a nap and woken up just feeling deflated. He doesn't get what went wrong.

I was offended by what you said. It sounded like you were critisizing all the sex we'd had. And I fucking know you enjoyed it at the time so where did that come from? If there's another reason you were upset, just tell me what it was so I can fix it. I'm not good at writing letters and I'm not good at putting right things I don't know are wrong.

You may want me to be gone for good but I'm telling you now, I'm not buying that. And if you think I'll just let you go, you're wrong.

He thinks about that statement for a while - is she going to get pissed and think he's treating her like property? Or is she going to take it in the spirit he means it, ie, he thinks she's worth the effort? Hopefully the latter but you never can tell with her.

He lights a cigarette and tries to think of what else to say.

Lets try again. I've left some flowers and chocolates with this letter...

Girls like those, right?

...and I'm going to take you to Portugal for a holiday when I find you. Find some European shops with nice dresses in for you. And I want think can't believe I'm going to say this, but I think we should talk about...fuck, I don't know. What people talk about when things are messed up when they don't need to be.

If you don't come find me, I'll come for you. To find you, I mean.


With the letter, Bar produces a beautiful orchid and a large box filled with a selection of the world's most expensive chocolates.

OOM: Miami

Jun. 11th, 2009 06:37 pm
latino_menace: (Shades)

This was a good idea of his, he thinks. He's been dying to get out of the bar for a while and he likes Miami - hot, beaches, women in bikinis everywhere, nice cars, plenty of good stores to blow cash in. They could both do with a day away and it'll be nice to be able to spoil Fi. Nice to be able to show off some of his immense wealth too, obviously.

But he only knows the city in general, not where a woman would like to shop. So when they get through the door, he just turns to her and says,

'I'm in your hands. Where to?'

OOM: Beach

Jun. 1st, 2009 10:44 pm
latino_menace: (Snerk)

Now that he's found this beach, there's possibly not a thing in the world that'll drag him away from it. He is tired to fuck of shitty Scottish weather - but this. This is perfect.

...possibly even more perfect is wandering on to it and discovering a prone Fiona, her bikini unfastened, doing exactly what he was planning to. Of course, given their last conversation, 'perfect' could possibly turn into 'perfect nightmare' after a few minutes but he's willing to take his chances.

'Need some sun cream on your back?' he asks, slouching next to her with a smirk.


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