OOM: Victoria Cays

[latino_menace]

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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[justcallmefee]

"You want me to go kick his ass back through his door?"

She's shifted from scared to angry, but he's seen the truth of it.

[latino_menace]

'No.'

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?'

[justcallmefee]

"Oh nothing," she says, looking down to where her hands rest on his chest. He's warm and solid beneath her, his voice is the right timbre in her ears, years of cigar smoke and tequila having filed off all the bright edges. Her fingertips dig into his skin, just a little, feeling the soft layer of padding over his muscles. It's her Ramon, not some young punk who called her puta.

"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."

[latino_menace]

He can't help it, he laughs. And leans forward to kiss her, a gentle press of his lips to hers.

'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.

[justcallmefee]

If she wanted a machine in bed, she'd stock up on D-cell batteries.

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.

[latino_menace]

'Do I ever say no to you?'

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.

[justcallmefee]

Her breath quickens as his hands slip beneath her shirt, and she lets her hunger for him slip a little, deepening the kiss. (This is what she wants. This taste, this feel of him against her lips, to wash away the other not-quite-right memory.)

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."

[latino_menace]

'You probably couldn't,' he says, smirking wickedly. 'Even you would have had trouble. I couldn't ever get enough.'

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.'

[justcallmefee]

A shiver courses through her, electric and sharp. Her fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, slipping beneath so she can trail her nails across his chest.

"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?"

[latino_menace]

That makes him laugh outright and he squeezes her a little harder.

A small voice inside him scoffs at the notion of permission.

'Why not? Afraid I'd corrupt you?'

[justcallmefee]

"No, just -- no."

There's a little roar on her lips and she kisses him again, fierce, possessive. Hungry.

[latino_menace]

He's still chuckling as she kisses him, quitening down to a growl pretty soon and he's pulling her top up, wanting to get it off her.

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.

[justcallmefee]

In some distant part of her mind, she knows he belongs to someone else, that he could walk away from her at a moment's notice and never look back. She knows this. But that doesn't stop her heart and her body from believing, from feeling like he is hers. She can't conceive of sharing him, not even with herself.

She hears that growl and feels the need of his touch, and something flares behind her breast bone. She lets him lifts her arms over her head, stripping off her shirt, before wrapping around his neck and recapturing his mouth, claiming him all over again. Her knees grip his hips almost to the point of pain.

She wants him present in the moment, wants him to feel only her.

[latino_menace]

In situations like this, he is pleasantly single-minded. And he loves the way she locks around him so tight, forcing him to just stay there and let her use him.

He finds the button on her jeans and flicks it open, kissing her all the time, then takes his time unbuckling his belt. He likes the anticipation of this part though the way she's kissing him is making sure that he doesn't want to wait too long.

[justcallmefee]

She remembers the graze of his hand against hers, and the heat of his breath against her throat as the whisky bottle spun on the floor. She remembers the way he held her down in the sand, his fist closed around her throat. She remembers the feel of his hand fisted in her hair as he licked cocaine dust off the small of her back. She remembers the feel of his hands on her hips as she swayed to the music, cooking dinner in that crappy little kitchen. She remembers the sound of his voice as he strained against the restraints, watching her get off for him.

She pours the heat of every memory into her touch, into her kiss, slow and hungry. He won't hear the words. He is a creature of sensation, a creature of passion. She is too. She knows that now. He scares her because he is so much like her. He represents the past road she didn't take, the future she doesn't have.

She rises on her knee, never breaking that kiss, letting him shift her jeans down over her hips. She stands to kick them off, never more than a heartbeat between mouthfuls. His thumbs find the hollows of her hips, his strong hands curling around her hipbones, and she moans against his lips, settling back across his thighs.

[latino_menace]

By the time she's resting back on him he's freed himself from his jeans, stroking himself fully hard. It doesn't take long, it never does. Especially when she's kissing him like that. And as soon as she's there he pulls her forward so that she can feel it against her, loving the soft heat that promises all kinds of pleasures.

'Just love it, don't you?' he murmurs, an amused expression on his face. His hands find her breasts again, caressing lightly. He can never get enough of them.

[justcallmefee]

Her hands fist in his shirt again, her knuckles gone white. Her breath shudders against his lips, her silken wetness sliding down the hard length of him. Her whole body undulates against him, vibrating.

She wants to scream and rage at him, You, I love you. But she doesn't dare give that sentiment any air at all. She doesn't want him to think her weak and pathetic. (Oh but the sound of his voice makes her weak, and she doesn't care.)

The tension of her weight shifts and she hears the fabric of his shirt tearing under her hands. The linen rips across the back and she keeps pulling until it falls off his shoulders, frantic hands pushing the tatters away, sharp nails fixing in his skin.

[latino_menace]

He laughs, then growls and sinks his teeth into her neck, pulling her tighter against him. A few seconds longer and he's trying to lift her, needing to be in her, needing that tight, wet heat that he craves so much.

'Let me in, Fi. I want you.'

[justcallmefee]

The bite gets a high pitched lust-filled cry, and she wraps around him even tighter.

He doesn't have to ask twice. She rises, letting him guide her, a long trembling sigh bleeding from her as he slips inside, as she draws him into her in gentle increments.

Rocking against him until her hips are flush against his body, rocking to get him deeper, gripping him with all her strength.

Let me in.

Her hands flutter on his bare shoulders and she buries her face in his throat, her breath ragged, her whole body flush with need.

[latino_menace]

His hands immediately fall to her hips, hold her hard, keep her down where she has to be. The feel of her sliding down around him makes him groan quietly, balls swelling and tightening under her, the smell of her hair filling his senses as he holds her against him.

He doesn't have to speak to let her know how much he needs her to move; she's gripping him too hard to let him push up and he's effectively at her mercy. But he doesn't mind. He knows she's going to give him what they both want

[justcallmefee]

Inexorably, the coil of fire twisting through her nerves sets her in motion, her hips grinding in a slow circle, rising just a little before sinking back down, heartbeat piling on heartbeat.

She presses her mouth to the top of his shoulder, tasting his sweat and his skin, breathing him in, acutely aware of everywhere he's touching her. Feeling his fingertips digging into her ass, the strength of his thighs flexing, lifting her just a little, the sweet aching fullness of her cunt where he disappears into her body.

He tenses and moves, and she moves with him, losing track of where she ends and he begins. Feeling that white pulse of heat forming low in her belly, and murmuring soft against his skin, "Ohgodplease."

[latino_menace]

He can't stop the noises he's making; she's just so tight and all over him, stuck to him like a limpet and moving like that, giving him no choice but to feel good. He's helpless to do anything but hold her close, lifting her just with the tension in his legs, inch by inch being drawn up towards heaven.

[justcallmefee]

He groans and she reacts, a deep hard pulse that makes him see stars. She rises and falls, a longer stroke now, still slow, using her strength in counterpoint to his own.

She pushes away just enough to look into his face. Her eyes go wide as the angle changes, making her gasp, lighting her up like a phosphorus flare. Shaky hands brush his hair back from his eyes and she rides him, slipping and sliding, her spine arching to get more touch.

She rests her temple against his, breathing his breath, making love to him with everything she has, holding nothing back.

[latino_menace]

The change in angle is better, the more she moves the happier he is. She drives him along relentlessly and it's good, it's perfect, it's what he needs. And he wants to feel her come apart so his fingers slide down to find her clit, tickling gently as she moves, wanting that telltale pulse around his cock that tells him she's getting there.

[justcallmefee]

That little bit of stimulation sends an arc of electricity sparking through her skin, but she doesn't want it to be over yet, no not yet, please.

She bites her lip hard, trying to balance that bright pleasure with a bit of pain, but it doesn't work. He feels too good, he's moving in her and she feels what little control she has start to slip through her fingers. Hard, sharp, deep. Pounding into him, fighting that pressure, determined to hold out to the last possible second.