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]

'I got you a couple of things. One will have to wait until you next take me to Miami. But the other...'

He gets up and goes to the drawer she lets him have for his bits and pieces of clothes and accessories. A box is withdrawn and he returns to bed.

It says Bvlgari on the front and inside is this.

'Happy Birthday.'

[justcallmefee]

She looks at the name and at back at him, clearly stunned.

And then she opens the box.

And stares.

She can't believe her eyes. This must be -- she doesn't even know how expensive it must be, but those are rubies and diamonds and there's so many of them. She blinks rapidly, her eyes growing wet, and then she looks back at him.

"Oh Ramon..."

[latino_menace]

He smirks and lies on his back, arms casually folded behind his head. Quite obviously pleased with himself.

'You're welcome.'

[justcallmefee]

"Oh baby. You shouldn't have." She crawls over him, pulling it out, wanting to put it on, fumbling with the tiny clasp. "But thank you. It's -- this must have cost a fortune."

[latino_menace]

'Mmmm, well. I have a lot of money.'

He sits up to help her fasten it, still smug.

'As for my birthday fantasy, I wanted to have you wearing only this. But you woke me up and I forgot.'

[justcallmefee]

She laughs, giddy, her hands covering the stones as his fingers work the clasp.

"The day is young, and we're just getting started!"

She turns when he's finished and catches him around the neck, kissing him soundly.

[latino_menace]

He laughs too and lets her kiss him, hands holding her sides just below her breasts.

'It used to belong to Eva Peron,' he tells her, once he has his mouth back. 'Be careful with it. It's insured but don't lose it.'

[justcallmefee]

Her hands keep moving back to it, as if it might turn to mist (or worse, paste) beneath her fingers. Her brow furrows.

"This belonged to Evita? Oh, Ramon."

She swivels on the bed, her toe reaching out to open the wardrobe door. She has to reach to turn on the bedside light but the image she sees in the glass is so very much worth it.

Their reflection makes her heart skip a beat. His hands at her waist, his smiling face over her shoulder, and that stunning piece of art draped around her throat. She piles her hair on top of her head to better see it, and she meets his gaze, her green eyes alight with emotion.

"Thank you," she says again, one hand reaching back to touch his cheek.

[latino_menace]

'You're welcome,' he repeats, briefly allowing his hands to rub over her tits.

They make a nice image. He kisses her shoulder once, then lays back down.

'It suits you.'

[justcallmefee]

She turns to look at him, all smug superiority. She feels like her heart is going to explode.

"You suit me," she whispers, bending to kiss him again.

He called her 'caro'. He bought her stunning jewellery. Jewellery with a history. She thinks he might be trying to tell her something.

[latino_menace]

It doesn't occur to him that she might think that - and maybe he is? But it's not in his head right now, not when she's kissing him and all naked except for diamonds.

[justcallmefee]

Shifting requires her to break that kiss for a moment, but only a moment. Languid as flame, she moves to sit astride his lap, hands skimming over his chest, moving to brush his hair back from his face so she can see his eyes.

She looks down into his face, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she settles against him.

She bends to catch his mouth again, moaning softly as his hands roam over her body.

[latino_menace]

He likes being able to just touch her like this, run all over her chest and sides and legs as she kisses him gently. Her skin is always soft under his hands and he likes being able to just take time to enjoy her.

'Guess you like your gift then?' he laughs softly against her lips.

[justcallmefee]

She nods, grinning against his mouth. She pulls back to look at him, eyes bright, looking somehow as if she's lit from within.

"It's amazing. You're amazing. Have I told you that before?"

Her hands smooth over his torso and arms, similarly exploring him. Just savouring having him here to touch, warm and solid beneath her.

[latino_menace]

He chuckles and appears to think about it.

'I think you might have mentioned it once or twice.'

As it happens, he totally agrees with her.

'Or words to that effect, at least.'

[justcallmefee]

"Well, you are," she purrs, grinning down at him. Beyond amazing. After giving her half a million dollars worth of jewels for her birthday, he is entirely entitled to be smug.

Her eyes go wide for just a moment. "I am going to have to do some research if I'm going to get you something anywhere near this spectacular."

Going to have to steal something, is what she's really thinking.

[latino_menace]

'Research me to see what I like?'

He's teasing, knowing that's not really what she meant. But he never expects people to be able to get him extravagant gifts - after all, he has a dozen houses, a private jet, wealth almost beyond measure...who could really match his presents?

'You already gave me something great - a clean record on your world. That will be more useful than you have any idea about.'

[justcallmefee]

She purses her lips and shakes her finger at him, mock-stern. "Well, just don't make me regret it, will you? I've done a fairly good job of staying below the radar here in Miami, and I'd kind of like to keep it that way."

And this is Fiona. Matching something like this is a challenge and one she revels in. She's just going to have to call Barry and ask him, what do you get a druglord who has everything? (The narration can hear Barry cringing from here.)

[latino_menace]

He laughs again and shakes his head, catching her finger and shaking it a little.

'Like I said, it's useful. I won't mess it up.'

His face does turn a little thoughtful though.

'I imagine Michael might try and mess it up for me though.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes narrow and she leans in for another kiss, biting at his lip.

"You think I told him about your new identity? What kind of amateur do you take me for?"

[latino_menace]

'Of course not.'

He'd wondered, even at this stage of things.

'But you don't think he'll find out? You know he will. He follows you everywhere.'

[justcallmefee]

"Ramon, he has other things to worry about than me. Trust me." She sits back on his hips again, resting her palms on his chest and looking down into his face.

"And besides, I arranged your paperwork. It's not like I put it together myself. I made a few phone calls, transferred some money, and picked up an envelope. All very discrete. No way Mister Good Two Shoes is going to find out about it, unless you tell him yourself."

That means no gloating.

[latino_menace]

He probably will. He's dying to see the look on his face. He'll probably find his favourite cafe and sit there with a tall drink, silently gloating at him from behind some expensive shades.

'No, I don't mean followed you with the paperwork. I mean, when we go to Miami, he'll see me around with you. He'll see if I use a credit card or have a car that isn't a rental. I'm going to get a house, he'll figure it's not rented.'

He couldn't give a damn. But Michael reminds him of Jack which means no stone will be left unturned if the man decides to show an interest.

[justcallmefee]

"That's while we'll be discrete too. Because he can make your life a living hell if he decides to. And I'd rather not -- have to go through that with the two of you."

There is a hint of concern in her expression, even as she smiles. If he didn't know her so well, he might never have noticed.

[latino_menace]

'Go through what?'

He reaches up and brushes his thumb across her cheekbone.

'He can't touch me. He can't get any authorities on to me because I have no record there. What's he going to tell people, that I have no backstory because I come from a different world? Please.'

He treats spies and feds and cops with the same easy arrogance. After all, he was only ever caught once. In thirty years of operating, that's not so bad.

ANd he neglects to mention the part where if MIchael is too much of a pain in the ass? He'll kill him.