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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[latino_menace]

He can't stop himself groaning at the noise she makes, the way she tightens around him once more. He speeds up now, harder thrusts, letting himself work towards the end. His hand slips out of her hair to grip her butt so he can keep her steady as he moves, breath coming faster and eyes closing so he can focus on just how good it feels.

[justcallmefee]

He doesn't stop, doesn't let her slip back down and she trembles with the exertion, not wanting to let him down.

She keeps her hands behind his neck, trusting him to keep her close, just wanting to catch that breath, that shuddering groan on his lips when he hits that point. She needs this, needs him like she needs her next breath of air.

"So good," she breathes against his mouth.

I love you, Caro. I love you.

[latino_menace]

His response is that shuddering groan, coupled with one last thrust as his body goes tight, buries himself deep in her and stays there while he lets go.

She'll feel him relax eventually but he stays in her, opening his eyes and kissing her with a smile.

[justcallmefee]

Her hand drifts down to touch his cheek, her expression wide and touched with wonder. Her legs still hold to him, not willing to part just yet. He feels massive, powerful between her thighs, and his voice still echoes in her ears.

"My bull," she whispers in his native Spanish, her breath ragged, still kissing him, still breathing him in.

[latino_menace]

'm'not an animal,' he murmurs, sounding vaguely amused between kisses.

This is debatable, of course. He was branded a 'mad dog' by Arithon a few years ago and didn't really mind. And he is, on occasion, an actual animal. But the endearment, if that's how she meant it, bothers him for some reason.

It doesn't matter. He's got the post-coital afterglow going on and is relaxed and happy.

'Feel like a swim?'

[justcallmefee]

"No, you're not. What you are is," (mine), "magnificent," she answers, savouring these few moments when he indulges her desire to pet and caress him. She is caught in his gravity well, everything she knows to be true has been pulled askew. She just knows that he is what she wants, for as long as time permits.

She pulls him close for a lingering, deep, soulful kiss, running her hands through his hair and down his back, feeding that energy back to him. When she finally lets him go, a little of her equilibrium has returned.

"A swim sounds delicious, caro."

[latino_menace]

He smiles and eases out of her, still tired but fine about it.

'Come on then. I need to get some colour. Fucking bar has miserable weather.'

And a bonus of a completely private island - no clothes necessary! Excellent.

[justcallmefee]

She purrs contentedly at this plan, letting him tug her along behind him, kicking their clothes out of the way.

It does her a world of good to see him like this. She'll worry more later about the implications of his younger self's arrival. And what it might mean for the both of them.

Right now, she just wants to enjoy his company.