latino_menace | OOM: Out

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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From:

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."

From:

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?'

From:

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?"

From:

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.'

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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?"

From:

latino_menace

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

'If you like.'

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

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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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

justcallmefee

Her breath hitches as she kisses him, tiny gasps in the back of her throat.

"I thought I'd lost you."

She clings to him, holding him so tight she's shaking.

From:

latino_menace

'I'm hard to get rid of.'

He lets her cling, very aware of her nearness suddenly, like he's just become aware of the fact that she's female and naked under that robe.

It's good. It's normal.

From:

justcallmefee

She thumps him gently, her tiny fist hitting his shoulder, making the water slosh over the edge of the tub.

"Don't make light."

He's warm and solid and he's holding her tight in his arms. He's not bleeding out in the forest, he's not in someone else's bed. He's right here.

"You called me 'caro.'"

From:

latino_menace

He did. But he's not sure why that should be a Thing.

'Yes,' he says, simply, trusting that she'll explain if she wants to.

From:

justcallmefee

Even in the water, she can smell his skin, and after two weeks of being away from it, it's intoxicating. She leans in and inhales him deep into her lungs, like she could take away that part of him and keep it for her very own.

"You've never called me anything but my name."

She's sure it's a Thing. After all this time, it has to be a Thing.

(Please God, please let it be a Thing. She's come too far to turn back now.)

From:

latino_menace

'Haven't I?'

He's thought the endearment many times. He didn't know he's never said it out loud.

'Well, I wont do it again if you don't like it.'

From:

justcallmefee

"No, no, I love it," she answers all in a rush. "I love it."

She presses her temple against his jaw, feeling for a brief moment like a bird with a whole french fry. It's a glorious thing, but she has no idea what she's going to do with it.

From:

latino_menace

'OK.'

He just holds her for a moment, then the feel of the robe floating around and getting in the way starts to annoy him so he pushes it off her shoulders.

'Hope you've got another one of these. This one won't be much use for a few days.'

From:

justcallmefee

She helps, one arm at a time, the other needing to keep hold of him.

"Doesn't matter," she breathes, kissing him again, hungry and tender, edged with the same fire he always brings out in her.