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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[latino_menace]

'That's not what I meant.'

His eyes glint with amusement.

'I'm told there's a limit to how many times a woman can come and still have it be nice - let me tie you up and do what I want to you, you might find out what that's like.'

Another beat.

'That aside, you don't trust me. You're in denial, remember?'

He hasn't forgotten the moment with the newspaper back in Portugal.

[justcallmefee]

She pushes away from him, a huge grin on her face. "You go right on believing that, sugar lips."

She's going to keep it light. It's Christmas, when the world looks like that perfect still interior of one of her snow globes. (Belfast has no power here.)

"And with chocolate mousse and handcuffs, how can we go wrong?"

[latino_menace]

He grins back, pushing the things that need to be said away. They can wait. It's Christmas.

'And toys. And a blindfold. There's no chance of going wrong.'

[justcallmefee]

She slits her eyes at him, still grinning. Idly, she reaches for the taps and the flexible shower head, wanting to rinse off before she gets out.

"Toys?"

[latino_menace]

'Oh yeah.'

He likes toys.

'I asked you once if you had a vibrator, didn't I?'

[justcallmefee]

"You did. And I used to." Her eyes play down his body and back up again. "Haven't really needed it since you've been around."

[latino_menace]

'I'm glad to hear it.'

It would be insulting otherwise. And his eyes run over her body too because when does he ever not enjoy looking at her?

'But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun with it.'

[justcallmefee]

Her cheeks colour at his look. Still, after all this time, he gets to her.

"I'm not into serious pain, but y'know -- testing the limits is good, too."

It's something they've never really discussed. And something she's a bit trepidatious about. The last time they talked fantasies, he got his nose bent out of shape, and she's still not quite sure how that happened.

[latino_menace]

'Really?'

His eyebrows raise and he stretches a hand out to run a finger down her throat.

'What sort of pain?'

He can easily imagine giving her a spank and the idea is almost enough to get him going again right now.

[justcallmefee]

She lifts her chin, her lids drooping, blinking slowly.

"Still haven't scrapped, you and I."

Well, not for fun anyway.

[latino_menace]

He growls quietly and yanks her towards him, lips finding her neck immediately.

'We'll have to.'

Fuck yes, they'll have to.

[justcallmefee]

Her teeth fix in her lower lip as she bites back the groan in her throat. Want. Need. Take. Have.

It's one of the things she loves about him.

She makes a tiny show of pushing him away, but not for long, not enough to actually discourage him. And when she does cave, her nails rake over his skin, her breath hissing out through her teeth as her head falls back.

[latino_menace]

She tries to push away, he bites into her skin, holding her tight. His eyes flash with the challenge and he's almost disappointed when she gives in - but not really, not when she's scratching at him like that. He may be two orgasms to the good but when an image fixes in his mind like the one he's got, he's always up for another round.

His hand finds hers and he pulls it between his legs, places it firmly on his swelling cock.

'Get me hard.'

It comes out sounding like an order.

[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.