OOM: Out

[latino_menace]

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.

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[justcallmefee]

Why did she give him a key again?

There's a series of bolts being unlocked and then a small, fierce Irish woman wrapped around him, kissing him like he was the last man on earth.

[latino_menace]

'Mmph!'

He was about to say 'hello' but that's difficult when you're suddenly pounced upon and the means to use your mouth is stolen from you.

But that's OK.

[justcallmefee]

Two weeks is a long time in her book. Two weeks felt like an eternity.

We hope he doesn't mind, but she's climbing right up his front and wrapping her legs around his waist. Eventually, one hand snakes out to the door frame, and she steers them both inside. She has to kick the door shut behind him.

Her hands roam over his skin, caressing his hair, moving over his shoulders, clinging to him.. Her kiss is hungry, almost desperate.

She missed him a lot.

[latino_menace]

He can tell.

He responds to the kissing with equal fervour and is perfectly happy to let her clamber all over him. He's missed this and makes no move to get her off him or do anything but hold her up there and be welcomed back.

[justcallmefee]

Eventually, she'll slip back to the ground, gently tearing herself away so she can look into his face.

"I got you smokes. To make up for the ones I trashed in your hospital room. And there's champagne and tequila. And I picked up food."

She's babbling a bit now, her hands caressing his face.

[latino_menace]

'Thank you, caro.'

He smiles at her and his eyes flick around the room.

'I'm not really hungry. But I want a bath.'

[justcallmefee]

She nods, the nickname slicing through her like a scalpel. He's never called her anything like that. Her hands tighten on him for a brief moment, but she catches herself.

"Got fresh towels already laid out for you. You want I should wash your back?"

[latino_menace]

'I'm that predictable?'

He snorts, amused, and nods.

'You could get me a drink first if you like. Cook something for later, I don't know.'

He likes the idea of relaxing and just...watching her. He doesn't get to do that much. Or perhaps has just never taken the time to before.

[justcallmefee]

"They let you wash in a basin there, of course you want a proper wash when you get home."

She kisses him again. "Beer or tequila? Or something else? Coffee? I can make you coffee. It's Kona, and it's fresh."

[latino_menace]

'Coffee. Irish.'

He is distracted by her use of the word 'home' but he does kiss her back.

'Thanks.'

He untangles himself from her and goes to the bath to set it running, then pulls his white T-shirt off. When she's in the kitchen he opens the door of the cabinet he remembers has a mirror in it and tries to turn to see how the stab wounds are healing on his back. They don't hurt but they have been itching like hell while he was locked up so he assumes his body is fixing itself like its supposed to.

[justcallmefee]

She smiles and nods, clearly reluctant to let him go just yet. But she does.

He can hear water running for a few moments, and then the grinder running. It isn't long before the aroma of fresh brewing coffee fills the flat. She peeks back in from the kitchen door, watching him.

"They look good," she says, watching him examine his back. "I have some cream I can put on it, keep the itching to a minimum."

She knows from experience.

[latino_menace]

'No, it's fine.'

He's running his fingers over the exit wounds on his chest, his face unreadable. He can see the one in his side from the tube, and the other from the main surgery itself.

He kind of likes the way they look but added to the other ones he's picked up in Milliways, it's getting kind of ridiculous.

Eventually he sighs and unbuckles his jeans, lets his clothes drop to the floor and steps into the bath. It's hot enough to make his skin instantly red but he doesn't seem to notice. He just lies back and lets it cover him, looks up at the ceiling without speaking.

[justcallmefee]

She disappears back into the kitchen for a few minutes, and returns with two big mugs of coffee, his liberally doctored with whiskey, hers pale and sweet as always.

She sets his on a little table so he can reach it, and then deposits hers on the bedside table, her eyes fixed on his face the whole time.

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, hesitating for a moment before she strips it off over her head. Her jeans follow suit, but she doesn't climb in the tub with him.

She moves to pick up a cloth and settles on a chair by the tub, pulling it close so she can start washing what skin she can reach.

"Missed you like hell."

[justcallmefee]

It's dark out when she wakes, and she's not sure what time it is, early or late. She can smell him on her sheets again and there's a rush of pure want when she realises he's here.

But he was so sensitive last night, she's not sure she wants to wake him. She's half asleep and not thinking on all cylinders.

Instead, she slips a hand down between her thighs, her fingertip seeking out her clit, circling it with a languid determination.

[latino_menace]

He's not slept well all night, readjusting to a proper bed again. He doesn't wake though, but it's a light sleep and he shifts when she does, jarred by her movement.

[justcallmefee]

She watches him, an idea slowly rising to the surface of her thoughts.

She rolls to her back, still touching herself with her off hand, the other seeking out his, and drawing it down between her legs. Her hips tilt forward and a shiver runs through her as she feels his palm against her mons.

[latino_menace]

He jerks awake and his hand is still as he blinks in the darkness.

'...time is it?'

[justcallmefee]

"Late. Wanna help?"

Her finger still circles and her hips subtly rise and fall.

[latino_menace]

'Yeah.'

He grins at nothing and lets the tips of his fingers find her hole, stroking over it ever so gently, feeling her getting wet.

'Horny for me?'

[justcallmefee]

The instant his touch shifts, takes on purpose, there's a sound on her lips, raw and hungry.

"Always," she breathes, spreading wider for him.

[latino_menace]

He smiles and turns on his side, looking down at her as he pushes inside and tickles, just a little, before withdrawing and going back to a teasing touch.

He loves it when she spreads for him. Just for him, only for him.

'Have you been doing this while I've been gone? Lying here and fingering yourself, thinking of me?'

[justcallmefee]

She nods, her face rippling with a grimace of pleasure, so sweet it aches. Her fingertip circles a little faster, pausing to flicker against one spot, the sensation making her tense and hold her breath for just a moment. And then back to the languid pace. Her hips rise in time with his touch.

"Wanted to come, thinking of you, but didn't. Not fair when you couldn't in there."

[latino_menace]

Ramon laughs and presses into her properly, looking for her g-spot and starting to rub over it insistently.

'That's very self-sacrificing.'

He leans down briefly to tug on her earlobe with his teeth.

'But next time,' he murmurs, deep and soft, 'I want you to fuck yourself every single night. It'll give me something to think about when the lights go down.'

[justcallmefee]

She contracts around him, both hands gripping his arm, her hips rising to meet his hand. "Okay, but can next time, be a long time, from now? Please?"

She turns her head and smothers a loud cry with his mouth, turning it into a searing kiss, her hands weaving in his hair, pulling him close.

[latino_menace]

'Probably.'

No promises on that score. He never knows what's going to happen. But he knows what's going to happen here as he groans quietly into that kiss, feeling himself start to thicken as his fingers move faster.