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]

The tremors move through her in waves, her body shaking and trembling, her hips trying get more of him, get him into that amazing, radiating pulse of bliss.

He's so deep, so hard, and she can't feel the end of it. She breaks hard, bucking against him, crying out his name against his throat.

[latino_menace]

He closes his eyes and tries to remember to breath, holding back with everything he has. It just feels too damn good to let go yet and she rides him so fucking nice when she's coming on his cock like this; he groans, strained and desperate and lets her ride it out, trying not to focus on the sensation in case it makes him lose it.

[justcallmefee]

She's lost in him, and he's so still against her. She hears his voice as if from a great distance, and gasps out a laugh, a sound not of amusement, but pure delight. She lifts her head, and sinks her teeth into the top of his shoulder, groaning out the last of her climax against his skin.

She wants to mark him in this moment, wants him to remember her long after the aftershocks have faded away.

[latino_menace]

He draws his breath in at the shock of pain but it only adds to the pleasure swirling through his nerve endings. He'd like to be able to stay still and savour the moment but he just aches too much, so it's only a moment or two before he's lifting her again and trying his best to push up into her, seeking relief any way he can.

[justcallmefee]

She feels his hands digging into her hips and shifts, muscles still trembling, pulling herself to her knees so she can ride him in earnest. Her arms curl around his head, her fingers weaving in his hair. Her lips press against his jaw, shuddering gasps, soft pleas urging him on.

[latino_menace]

His eyes are shut, breath leaving him in loud pants, suddenly very aware of the film of sweat covering them both. She's so hot against him, arms sliding around his neck, hot and wet where she's riding him. And she's riding him so hard now and he has no will left to hold back - he's groaning and when he pulls her hips down again he holds her there, impaled on him all the way as he releases, curling forward and tense as the strength of it makes him shake.

[justcallmefee]

She contracts around him, holding him with all her strength, trying to remember to breathe. Her forehead comes to rest against his, and her hands brush his hair back from his face, waiting until he's coming down to paint his lips with tiny, hungry kisses.

Every sweet aftershock trickles through her, making her shiver and gasp against his mouth.

[latino_menace]

It takes a while to ground himself and then he's grinning, grinning so hard and kissing her back, arms tight around her.

'Amazing,' he murmurs, against her lips. 'As always.'

[justcallmefee]

She nods in agreement, smiling just as broadly, basking in the heat and the suffuse golden light that flows into her veins when he looks at her like that.

"Just like that," she breathes, her hands cupping his face, drinking from him in small mouthfuls.

[latino_menace]

His limbs are starting to fill with sand and he sinks back to the bed slowly, hands trailing off her slowly.

'S'always like that.'

[justcallmefee]

She melts down with him, breath still returning to normal. She sprawls beside him on the mattress, one hand moving to touch the necklace. The fingers of her other hand rest lightly on the back of his hand.

She sighs heavily, the sound one of bone deep contentment.

[latino_menace]

'You look beautiful in them,' he says conversationally, reaching out for his smokes without taking his eyes off the ceiling.

'We should go somewhere where you can wear them out; show them off.'

[justcallmefee]

She reaches her arms over her head and stretches, long and languid, humming her agreement with this idea.

"Oh god, I'm gonna need shoes."

[latino_menace]

He laughs and blows smoke upwards.

'I'm sure we can arrange that. Just have to think of a suitable occasion.'

While it's fun to have her wear them in bed, they deserve to see the light of day as well.

[justcallmefee]

She holds up a hand, pantomiming for the smoke (she usually only steals a puff or two before giving it back).

"Fuck it. I think we should crash a party."

[latino_menace]

He hands it over and scratches his stomach, thinking.

'Wouldn't be very classy.'

Any party that he hasn't been invited to isn't good enough for him anyway.

'Do you like opera?'

[justcallmefee]

She rolls to rest her head on her elbow, looking at him with no small amazement.

"I love opera."

[latino_menace]

'Really?'

He's surprised and looks it.

'We'll go to that then.'

[justcallmefee]

She's equally stunned, but he's always been good at surprising her.

"Do you like opera?"

[latino_menace]

'No. I fucking hate it.'

Bunch of assholes warbling away in stupid languages about stupid things.

'But if you want to show off, there's no place better.

...and I'll get a box so we can fool around.'

[justcallmefee]

She blinks rapidly, taken aback at the sentiment. Why would he suggest something like that if he hates it?

"Well, that's okay. I've heard the opera in Miami sucks. How about --" She hums as she thinks. Crashing a party really is much more her speed. "Oh I know. There's a new club opening down in South Beach in a week, and everyone who's anyone will be there. How does that sound?"

[latino_menace]

'Sounds alright.'

He looks confused.

'But I thought you just said you liked opera?'

[justcallmefee]

"Well, yeah. Listening to it. Turned up loud on the stereo while I clean or something. Don't know if I could handle parading around for a bunch of stiffs whose idea of fun doesn't involve even breaking a sweat. Besides, I like dancing better."

That's the truth, he knows. She loves to go dancing, and it always gets her blood up.

[latino_menace]

He shrugs and lights another cigarette so she can keep that one if she likes.

'If you like. But I'll probably hire some security if we're going to a club.'

No one is stealing a half million dollars worth of jewellery if they're in a crowded place where he can't just shoot them.

'Anyway, you really think going to an opera with me would be boring?'

Fi+jewels+little dress = severe amounts of molestation when the lights go down. Or even before, he's not proud.

[justcallmefee]

She looks at the little red coal and grins, the endorphins still coursing in her blood stream.

"Not in the least. But I'd rather get all sweaty and inappropriate with you on the dance floor, not in some balcony that smells like old people."