OOM: Victoria Cays
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The evening had proved to be as fun as the day. The new boat was amazing, especially after he remembered how you're supposed to drive one. They'd gone for a long ride and then stopped off for dinner and drinks before heading home. Idyllic, really.
Except there was...something. Lots of somethings, really. All evening - and then all night - he kept being assailed by conversations he never knew he'd had before. He vividly remembers Teja putting him in the cells after he stabbed him...except if you'd asked him about it an hour before, he would have sworn that it never happened at all. And yet there it is, in his head. It's not clear, parts seem to have faded but it seemed so real.
It had got worse in the night. He'd dreamt that he was in bed with Mary Anne, only to wake up and find Fi. When he tried to shake the dream off, it wouldn't go. The next time, it was Saffron. Then he was in the Milliways cells, doing endless pushups to pass the time. Ramon's not the type that dreams much but what worries him - not that he'll admit it out loud - is that its happening when he's awake. Last night it had got to the point where he couldn't work out what was real or not, what the time was, who he was with or whether he was sleeping.
It was a restless night. Which is why dawn finds him sitting out on the balcony, smoking and drinking coffee, wearing just a robe and trying to work this out. Last time something similar happened, he nearly lost his mind and then his life. He'd really rather that didn't happen again.
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:44 pm (UTC)He remembers that.
'Of course. I got you out of the car...'
He trails off and shuts his eyes, clearly doubting himself and trying to work it out.
'...you kissed me. In the bar. Walked right up and touched my chest and then kissed me.'
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:46 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Yeah I did. But that kiss on the freeway is still the first time you kissed me."
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:49 pm (UTC)This is going to make things complicated. It can't not.
'How old was I?'
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:53 pm (UTC)"I don't know, maybe nineteen?"
Her hands fist in his shirt.
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:57 pm (UTC)It would have to be. Such a lot happened when he was nineteen.
...Christ, this can't be real.
He still smirks though, momentarily distracted by a thought.
'Pretty fucking hot, huh?'
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:03 pm (UTC)"Not nearly as hot as you are now, Ramon. And he's not the you I fell for."
Her head and heart are reeling with it, the knowledge that the women he gave up to be with her are taking advantage of this fucked up situation.
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:08 pm (UTC)He thinks, anyway.
'Shit. I don't...fuck, this could change everything.'
He doesn't want to think about how much this could change.
'What did I do? Wait, don't tell me...did you turn me down?'
The memory is brand new and more than thirty years old at the same time. He doesn't trust it.
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:14 pm (UTC)"Yeah of course I did."
"What do you mean by this could change everything?"
She knows it's bizarre for him, but she can't help the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:19 pm (UTC)He hasn't had time to think about it much but that's his gut reaction. And he thinks the answer to the latter question is obvious.
'I don't have any control over what people tell me. If my decisions are changed back then, things will change now.'
He assumes thats how these things work. And if it makes her feel any better, the prospect doesn't exactly fill him with joy either.
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:28 pm (UTC)"Because he's not you, that's why."
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:42 pm (UTC)'Of course he's me. If he weren't, my memories wouldn't be different. If he were from a different universe, nothing would be changing in my head.'
And it is and he doesn't like it.
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:49 pm (UTC)"He's not the man who kissed me in that median. He's not the man who held my bloody hand in the stables and who backed me up against the wall and -- kissed me. He's not the man who -- who bought me Evita's diamonds."
She's scared. He can hear it in her voice.
"Listen, he's right behind that door. Do you want me to go get him? Bring him here?"
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:53 pm (UTC)He's not ready to even contemplate that. He will, later. But for now, hell no.
'I...dont think that would be a good idea.'
He looks at her, hears her voice. Doesn't know what to say. He can't reassure her that nothing will change because how can he know? And he has no control over it; he can't know who might talk to him in the bar.
'It might just be a one time thing. I might leave and never be brought back at that age.'
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Date: 2010-02-15 11:58 pm (UTC)She's shifted from scared to angry, but he's seen the truth of it.
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:01 am (UTC)No. Before he works out what this means or how it might be used to his...their...advantage, he'll leave it alone.
'If the bar does something like this, it usually means something. I just don't know what it could be.'
He takes a deep breath and tries to calm his mind.
'What's wrong?'
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:06 am (UTC)"You just as much asked me why I didn't cheat on you. With your nineteen year old self. Excuse me if I'm a little -- taken aback by that."
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:11 am (UTC)'I was just wondering whether I was an unattractive nineteen year old. I don't remember being. I don't...how could it be cheating on me? I'll remember doing it because I did it. It's not like letting you go off with some other man.'
But he can see how it would be weird.
'I'm not encouraging it, obviously. But I'm not hung up on it.'
Also? He was a machine when he was a teenager. The male's sexual peak and all that. Having her see that would be damn good for his ego.
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:19 am (UTC)She leans into that kiss, and he feels the tension bleed out of her slowly. She rests her forehead against his, her hands plucking fretfully at the front of his shirt.
"He wasn't anywhere near as smooth as you are, caro. He insulted me."
She hasn't ruled it out yet. But she suspects it'd be more trouble than it was worth. No, she knows it would be.
"No, I want you," she breathes against his mouth.
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:25 am (UTC)His hands slide up her sides, under her beater, coming to rest on her breasts and caressing gently.
'I never needed to be smooth when I was a kid. I don't now, I just choose to be.'
He kisses her again, soft. He's amused by the way she's talking about him like he's someone else. No matter. He needs to think about this so perhaps it's better if she stays away from his younger self.
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:32 am (UTC)When she pulls away again, there's a tiny smile on her lips and her hands tug at his shirt.
"You were quite the punk. A young bull," she whispers in Portuguese. "Said I could never wear you out."
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:36 am (UTC)Must have been something to do with his high adrenaline life, mixed with the physical shape he was in, his youth and his naturally high sex drive.
'I still do alright now though.' He tweaks a nipple playfully. 'You don't seem to have any complaints.'
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:49 am (UTC)"I can't ever get enough of you now," she purrs, mirroring the smirk back to him.
She steals another kiss, slow and deep, arching her body into his touch, her hips rocking against him, completely unconscious. And abruptly she pulls back to look at him.
"You do not have permission to fuck younger me if you ever see me in the bar, do you understand?"
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:51 am (UTC)A small voice inside him scoffs at the notion of permission.
'Why not? Afraid I'd corrupt you?'
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:53 am (UTC)There's a little roar on her lips and she kisses him again, fierce, possessive. Hungry.
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Date: 2010-02-16 12:56 am (UTC)He'll get it out of her what the problem would be but it doesn't matter now. He has far more fun things on his mind.
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