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]

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.

[latino_menace]

He smirks, a quiet 'I know' and shifts slightly to one side so he can rest half on the bed but with a leg still entwined with hers.

'I think I might be done for the night.'

It's quite an admission, coming from him. He'll put it down to the long day of driving he's had.

'And I'm definitely getting a massage in the morning.'

[justcallmefee]

She smiles, pressing her nose into his hair, one hand still tracing aimless spirals on his broad back.

"Sounds like a plan," she murmurs.

She inhales, exhales, a deep contentment spreading in her bones.

[latino_menace]

It's a mark of how sleepy he feels that he doesn't head for the shower like he normally does. This once, he's happy to stay messy because he's worn out now, relaxed all the way through and eyes drooping closed.

'Going to kill me one day. I've told you before.'

[justcallmefee]

Another gentle kiss.

"S'that a complaint?" He can hear the affection in her voice.

[latino_menace]

He barks a quiet laugh and rolls to the side, pulling her with him so she's against his chest.

'Fuck, no.'

No. Absolutely not.

[justcallmefee]

"Good," she murmurs, a tiny smirk on her lips. She nestles down close to him, head on his chest, one leg draped over his thigh. She presses another few chaste kisses to his skin.

"Oh, I know what I want while we're there," she whispers.

[latino_menace]

His hand searches for the edge of the quilt and he pulls it up over them, trying to ignore the way his skin feels sticky.

'What's that?'

[justcallmefee]

"Snowglobe."

Her voice sounds tiny and just on the edge of sleep.

[latino_menace]

'Really?'

He sounds more than a little drowsy himself.

'Alright then.'

He'll ask why in the morning. For now, he doesn't have the energy to do anything but yawn and close his eyes.