OOM: Christmas

[latino_menace]

It had taken three attempts to get Bar to open the door to where he wanted to go. Three times he looked out on a truly scummy bar filled with sweaty, running men and the sounds of choppers bearing down in the distance; Hell on the edge of a jungle.

Not where he wants to be right now.

On the fourth attempt - it's warm. Not hot, but pleasantly mild and the view is of a comfortably lived-in sitting room, with child's toys in a corner and overstuffed sofas and armchairs dotted around. The first thing his eyes rest upon is a glass still half full of Scotch; the second a stone block on the table, a sculpture with a woman's face looking out of one side. He pauses for a moment (so long since all that), then wanders in and puts his bag down, goes to the French windows to look over the garden that ends in beach and then, nothing but sea. Three thousand miles of sea standing between him and home.

But it's alright. It's nice to see the place again. He'd had mixed feelings the night before, wondering if it would be unpleasantly strange to have Fiona here. But it's not. He wants her to see it. For some reason, letting her see the places he lives is like letting her see himself. It's not even about showing off, this time. The house is not small but still modest by his standards. And it was a real home, for a while. Maybe he wants her to know that he can live normally, sometimes.

'Want a tour or do you want to head straight off? I just need to make a couple of calls before we go.'

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[justcallmefee]

The bite makes her gasp, and she arches into it. Another moment, and then she's laughing, a sound that edges on madness. Her hand closes around his prick, and she squeezes.

"Fuck you," she breathes, and then she's slipping away from him, joints twisting, using the wetness of her skin to her advantage.

She's out of the tub, still giggling, and dashing for the bedroom, eyes flashing back to his in answer to that challenge.

[latino_menace]

He hisses at the uncomfortable squeeze, his face darkening as he hears her laugh. But not in a violent way; it's more lust and his blood starting to rise at this turn of events.

'Oh no Fi. Fuck you.'

She may have slipped away but he has not intention of letting her escape. He's after her in a heartbeat.

[justcallmefee]

She's counting on it. In fact, she's waiting for him in the bedroom. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, her stance loose and languid, hands floating away from her body.

"Gotta catch me first," she grins, wicked as the day is long.

[latino_menace]

'Can't see that being a problem.'

He eyes her, loose with controlled energy, rolling his shoulders but never looking away.

'I know you want to be caught.'

[justcallmefee]

That expression always sends a hot rush down her spine. He's like a bull, she thinks. Some magnificent, powerful creature too beautiful for words.

Fuck, she's got it bad.

She doesn't give herself time to think, just snarls and fakes left, spinning right at the last second, coming around with an elbow aimed at his head. She's ready to dance away if he tries to grab her.

Don't want to make it too easy, now, do we?

[latino_menace]

He ducks under the elbow at the last second, momentarily surprised by her speed and acting purely on reflex. Just as reflexively, his arm shoots out to aim a blow - a pulled blow - at her midriff.

'Going to make me fight for it?'

[justcallmefee]

"You said you wanted to scrap," she laughs, easily blocking the slowed shot and using it to spin him away as she moves passed him, aiming a swat at his arse.

She darts out of his reach as he spins back.

"Or would you rather tango? I can do that, too, y'know."

[latino_menace]

He steps in, feignting to one side then moving in on the other, throwing a slap towards her face.

'I'd rather fuck.'

[justcallmefee]

That one she just barely manages to block, her forearm coming up like a boxer, twisting around his wrist and pulling him off balance, sending him sprawling towards the bed.

"Sure, we can do that, too."

[latino_menace]

A muscle in his cheek twitches as he turns to face her. He's not liking this any more and his fist is starting to itch for real.

'Come here then.'

[justcallmefee]

She sees his expression shift and does just that, wanting this to be fun, and not a contest another of their contest of wills.

She's still in motion, and it's just a step and a jump to land sprawled on the bed beside him, ready to take whatever he throws at her.

[latino_menace]

He immediately flips her on to her front, straddling her knees and holding her down with a hand on the back of her neck.

'If we fight, I want to do it properly. No holding back and not when we're naked.'

It's difficult to focus on anything when you've got half your mind on whether you're about to get a solid kick between the legs. Bad enough fuly clothed.

[justcallmefee]

She struggles now, her grin fading a bit. She's not ready to be subdued yet, and she twists like an eel, breaking his hold, and ending up face up beneath him, still trapped between his knees. Her hands grip his forearms with just enough strength to demand respect.

"No face shots, no groin shots. I know the rules."

Sometimes she even follows them.

[latino_menace]

'I don't care about face shots.'

Who made up her game?

'Or rules.'

It can wait. He leans down to nip at her lips, growling with lust and heat.

[justcallmefee]

Her pupils are wide and dark, and there's a fine sheen of sweat covering her entire body. That look in his eye has her skin and bones crackling with the coming energy of the storm. She'd go to hell and back just to have him look at her like this.

She nips back, licks, sighs against his mouth.

"Fuck, I love you. Don't -- don't say anything. Don't have to say anything. Just -- kiss me.'

[latino_menace]

He'd say 'OK' but she told him not to say anything and when he wants her like this, he's not about to ruin it.

So he kisses her, hard and hungry, pushing her legs apart with his knees and pressing between them. He's stiff as hell, aching for it, and it's obvious.

[justcallmefee]

She growls against his mouth, melting into that savage kiss with a quiet roar. Her legs are strong and she makes him work for it, but when he gets where he wants, he quickly finds out she's just as aroused as he is. Hot and slick and shivering with his every touch.

[latino_menace]

He doesn't waste a second, shoving into her roughly with a deep groan. He buries himself as far as he can go and then pauses while he grabs her arms and pins them beside her head.

No words, he just starts moving, a punishing pace and never breaking eye contact.

[justcallmefee]

She gasps, but doesn't cry out, her eyelids fluttering almost closed. Her legs wind around his waist and she locks her ankles, not letting him get too far away. Once he's pinned her hands, she struggles for a moment and then relents.

She looks up at him, and that dark gaze, her breath coming in ragged cries now. And her hips rise to meet him, using all her strength to give him the ride of his life.

[latino_menace]

She wound him up to hell before he even got in her, now she's rising like that, letting him pound into her as hard and deep as he likes. He couldn't hold back if he wanted to and the way she struggles just turns him on more, makes him hold her harder and push faster.

When it comes down to it, it's nothing but a quick, dirty fuck but it's so good. He's straining all over with the effort, hair curling into his eyes and sweating as he grunts and moans with every violent thrust.

[justcallmefee]

It doesn't feel like a fuck to her, not with his gaze pinning her to the moment. He grips her tighter, moving like thunder and something twists in her chest, white fire blossoming low in her belly.

He hits a sweet spot, drawing another cry, sharp and long from her throat. Her eyes close and her head tips back as the pleasure coils through her small body, pulsing heat clamping down hard around him.

[latino_menace]

He can't think of anything but the raw, rough pleasure of it, the way every thrust and wet slap against her draws electricity through his nerves and explodes it under his skin. As soon as she comes he lets himself go, feels her squeeze him beyond the point of return. A few seconds later his back arches hard as he shoves into her one last time, staying buried there as his muscles lock him into the ecstasy of the moment.

[justcallmefee]

Her heels hold him tight, flush against her body. He peaks and she trips again, falling and flying, unable to tell up from down. It's a long sweet moment before she returns to earth, slowly going slack beneath him.

She takes in a huge lungful of air, letting it out in a slow, shuddering breath. The orgasm is still moving in her, still sending out ripples and waves, making her quake and shiver.

As he settles down on top of her, she meets his kiss again, breathless and a bit overwhelmed.

[latino_menace]

He's laughing as he kisses her, deep and wet this time, full of the warmth of his own climax as the endorphins rush his system.

''mazing,' he murmurs against her lips, melting down into her body with his own, but keeping most of the weight on his elbows.

[justcallmefee]

Her smile comes slower, drugged almost. She kisses him, savours the feel of his mouth and the soft sound of his voice. Her freed hands wrap around his neck and weave in his hair, her fingers kneading gently.

Her legs slip down the back of his thighs, still caressing.

Words hover behind her lips, but she swallows them. Done enough damage for one day, she thinks.

"Not too bad yourself," she murmurs, grinning.