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]

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."

[latino_menace]

'Smell like sex within half an hour,' he says, with a laugh but shrugs it off. If she'd rather not go, that's completely fine with him. The boredom almost makes him want to slash his wrists when business insists on him making an appearence.

'Sweaty and inappropriate it is. And we'll actually dance this time, not just make an attempt and then end up against the wall in the dark.'

[justcallmefee]

She stretches again, leaning across him to stub out the cigarette.

"I like this plan and am proud to be a part of it," she whispers, nestling down next to him.

[latino_menace]

'Well, then that's what we'll do.'

And no doubt end up against a wall anyway but hopefully only when they've had their fill on the dancefloor.

'What time is it? Morning yet?'

Doesn't matter really, he's going back to sleep either way.

[justcallmefee]

"Dunno," she murmurs, kissing his chest, pulling his arm around her. "Don't care."

It's clearly cuddling time.

[latino_menace]

'Mmmm.'

He stubs his cigarette out and pulls the covers over them, getting comfortable with his arms around her.

'I'm sleeping in tomorrow. So are you.'

So there.