latino_menace | OOM: Christmas

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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latino_menace

He doesn't take long on the phone. He's just confirming their lodge and making a few arrangments. As he's snapping his phone shut, he remembers that Random's orange sports car is in there as well - it almost makes him go after her but then he takes a breath and realises that she has no eay of knowing who it belongs to.

Having her here is more complicated than he'd envisioned. He pours another drink and leans on the breakfast bar that seperates the kitchen and lounge.

'It OK?' is all he says when she comes back.

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justcallmefee

"Looks fine to me," she answers, eyeing his third drink.

She looks into his face and sees something in his eyes.

"You okay?"

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latino_menace

'Yeah, why wouldn't I be?'

He smiles and grabs her hand, pulling her close.

'Are you?'

He figures this might be weird for her.

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justcallmefee

She lets him, a small smile coming to her lips as she melts against his chest.

It's better here.

"Yeah," she says, her voice small. "Yeah, I'm good."

It is weird, but what about Milliways isn't?

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latino_menace

He puts his arms around her and just stays like that for a while, enjoying the peace. It's normally peaceful here - with one or two notable exceptions in the past.

'We're going to have a good time, don't worry. Lots of snow, lots of sex. And I'm still curious about this present you got me.'

He's just speaking for something to say, really. Or rather, so he doesn't say other things that might get to her. He never knows how much she wants to hear.

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justcallmefee

She tugs on his shirt, her smile growing a bit. He's trying to make her feel at home here. The effort is greatly appreciated.

"Have to leave something for a Christmas morning surprise, don't I?"

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latino_menace

He smirks and kisses the top of her head.

'I hope that means that sex and a blowjob are things I can take as a given.'

Some women think of them as a Christmas special, after all.

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justcallmefee

With Fiona, they're more a daily requirement and they're always special.

"What, you wanted sex?"

She laughs a little under her breath, tilting her head up to catch his mouth in a slow, hungry kiss.

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latino_menace

He chuckles and kisses her back, lazy and deep and full of slow passion.

'When don't I?'

Never. Never ever.

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justcallmefee

She lingers for a long time in that kiss, lingers in the strength and the heat of him. When she finally breaks the kiss, it is with some reluctance.

"Come on, let's get on the road."

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latino_menace

He's more than reluctant but they do have a long trip in front of them. He releases her slowly (giving her ass a squeeze first, obviously).

'Alright.'

He picks their bags up and heads to the garage, averting his eyes from the Z4 and dumping the bags in the trunk. The dent in the front gets a rueful smile and he says,

'You ever end up having kids, pay someone else to teach them to drive.'

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justcallmefee

If you know someone long enough, well enough, you learn where their gaze will travel. And when their gaze shifts abruptly, you notice. Her eyes glance to where he's pointedly not looking. Not his style, she thinks. Someone else's, then.

Let it go.

"Not something I ever have to worry about," she says. "And it's just a dent. Hell, I've driven worse. It's not like it's being held together with bailing wire and spit, now, is it?"

She lets her accent grow thick, smiles at him.

Lighten the mood.

It's motherfucking Christmas, right?

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latino_menace

If it helps, he's certainly not trying to bring her down on purpose.

And his only reply to her comment about kids is a quiet snort - it could be amusement or scepticism in equal part.

'Yeah, I know it's not so bad. I just can't afford to get pulled over for it.'

He pulls out of the garage and heads for the coast road. When they stop to put air in the tyres, she'll see what he means - his face is plastered over most of the front pages.

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justcallmefee

She sees it even before they get out.

"Stay in the car," she says, her tone not brooking any discussion. "I can get this." And she does, with a certain mechanical efficiency.

When she gets back in, she's picked up some bottled water for the trip.

She cocks an impressed eyebrow at him. "Someone's all kinds of popular, I see. Maybe we should have called for a driver?"

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latino_menace

'Yes, ma'am,' he murmurs, wondering if it's wrong to be vaguely aroused by her tone.

As he watches her work he concludes that if it's wrong, he doesn't want to be right.

'Aren't I always popular? he asks, in an entirely fake innocent tone when she slips back into the passenger side and he sets off again.

'I'm offended by the notion that I'm not.'

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justcallmefee

She leans over and gives him a nip on the ear, kissing his cheek before she sits back.

"Well, there's the right kind of popular, and then there's this."

She pulls out the newspaper she tucked in her back pocket, and starts reading.

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latino_menace

He smiles at the kiss but his hands tighten somewhat on the steering wheel and his face falls as soon as she looks away. This was the stuff she didn't want to read before - or, at least, that he assumed she didn't want to read so he kept it away from her in the bar. Time has, after all, not moved here - somwhere in Panama right at this minute, some magic is stopping events unfolding but that doesn't mean that yesterday's jail break isn't still going to be hot news.

He's sure it'll be fine. The papers in America had suppressed the facts about the virus due to the panic it might cause so maybe they will in Europe too? (He knows it's unlikely, publishing is far freer here). But there will, at the least, be his career bullet points in there, right next to words like 'notorious', 'dangerous' and possibly 'psychotic' (his personal favourite).

Probably nothing she hasn't already figured out. Though he can't imagine she'll be impressed if they found that Mexican guy's body already.

'Anything interesting?'

He might be commenting on the weather, his tone is so light.

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justcallmefee

Lucky for him, she's only skimming the high lights. There really isn't anything here she didn't already surmise. Bored, she pitches the paper into the back seat.

"Nope," she drawls, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet up on the dash, sprawling in the seat.

She looks across at him, smirking. "Nothing I need to know, anyway."

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latino_menace

He laughs and rests his hand on her leg as he swings on to the motorway.

'In denial, huh?'

He's kidding though he's also sure its true.

'Why don't you think about what you want to do first when we get there.'

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justcallmefee

In denial. In love. Doesn't matter which, really.

(She'll read it later. Her curiosity won't let her do anything less. And when she does, she'll save it. And if it finds its way into Michael's hands at some point, the narration wouldn't be terribly surprised.)

"Mmm," she purrs, smiling, the paper completely forgotten for the moment. "Hot tub, I think. Kind of -- traditional for us, don't you think?"

She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, her eyes full of her heart.

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latino_menace

He laughs again, delighted with the idea.

'I thought you were going to say skiing or shopping or something.'

Sex is by far the better option. And really, he's not at all surprised. If he has his way, they'll barely get out of bed, let alone the chalet.

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justcallmefee

She wrinkles her nose at him, playful.

"Did you want to go skiing? Or shopping or something?"

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latino_menace

'No,' he says, decisive, rubbing over her thigh.

'I want to get into you and stay there for the next week.'

He is nothing if not honest.

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justcallmefee

She hums, low and hungry, at the idea. Her eyes close and her head tips back, resting against his shoulder.

"Yeah," she agrees, clearly already envisioning it behind her eyes. Her knees press together tight for a moment and then she sighs.