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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[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."

[latino_menace]

He puts a hand out to still hers almost as soon as she touches him.

'Not yet. I just want to soak.'

Prison is quiet. Milliways cells aren't as silent as solitary confinement in an L.A jail but definitely quieter than the main block. It all gives the same feeling at the end of it though - when you get a chance to relax and breathe free air, you want to enjoy it.

He picks his coffee up and tastes it. It's good.

'Been keeping busy?'

[justcallmefee]

"Okay."

She swallows, sets the cloth aside, flexing her fingers to shake off the almost overbearing desire to touch him. She drifts away from the chair, moving aimlessly and ending up in front of the wardrobe. Yes, that's what she was looking for, a robe. She pulls it out and slips into it, idle fingers fishing for the tie.

"Caught up on my reading. Cleaned the rifle." Again. He should know, she visited him for a few hours every day. "Did a lot of running and a little drinking, to pass the time."

[latino_menace]

She was waiting for him to get out. Random used to do that.

'You didn't want to go back to Miami for a while?'

[justcallmefee]

In case he hasn't noticed, the only time she's gone back to Miami has been with him. She hasn't spoken to Michael or Sam in months.

She watches his reflection in the mirror, unable to keep a small smile from her lips.

"Why would I?"

[latino_menace]

He looks over at her, then submerges for a moment, pulling his hair back as he comes back up and running his hands down his face as he lets out a breath.

'Change of scenery? I don't know.'

[justcallmefee]

She wanders back over to the chair, wrapping the robe closer around her before she sits, resting her elbows on her knees. (She wants to run her hands over his skin, wants to feel him all over her. She's missed his touch and it's driving her a little mad to have him so close, and not be able to feel him.)

"I haven't got the hang of how time passes here versus how it passes there. Besides, I didn't want to get caught on that side of the door."

Away from you.

[latino_menace]

'Oh.'

He thinks about this for a moment.

'That makes sense.'

He'd be pretty pissed if she wasn't around when he got out though now he's thinking that maybe he should have spent the night in his room before coming to see her.

He should be doing better than this, he thinks. But he can't muster the mental energy to try.

[justcallmefee]

She lets him enjoy the quiet for awhile, his proximity enough for them moment.

She lasts a few minutes, anyway.

"Can I touch you? Please?"

[latino_menace]

He looks over, surprised that she'd be asking.

'If you like.'

[justcallmefee]

She pulls the chair closer, just so she can lean on the edge of the tub, draping herself gently around his shoulders, pressing her nose into his hair.

Her hands skim over his wet skin.

Words don't seem to be reaching him, now. Maybe her touch and her kiss will.

Gentle as a feather, she presses a chaste kiss to his cheek.

[latino_menace]

He closes his eyes, trying to simultaneously force himself to relax and fight the sudden urge to be on his own.

She feels good. He tries to remind himself of that. X didn't kill him, he's free again and Fi feels good. These things are all true.

[justcallmefee]

She can still feel the distance, so she lets herself linger a bit before pulling away again.

"I'm going to go lay down. Join me when you're done?"

Either he will or he won't, and she'll deal with it when he decides.

She doesn't have the energy to beat herself bloody against his brick wall tonight.

[latino_menace]

He catches her wrist before she can go anywhere and looks up at her, dark eyes unreadable.

Then he shakes his head and slowly, slowly pulls on the tie holding her robe together. When it falls open he just looks at her, drinking in the sight before running a single finger down the middle of her stomach.

[justcallmefee]

The look of relief that floods over her face is monumental. Her own eyes brim with happy tears, and she doesn't even take the robe off, just climbs over the edge of the tub and into his arms.

[latino_menace]

That makes him smile and he shifts so that they're comfortable, kissing her deeply, his hands running up her sides and holding her there so she can't get away.