OOM: Bogotá on fight night

[latino_menace]

He'd never really thought that Fiona would take him up on his casual offer to come to watch him fight. Not that it seemed like she was full of shit or anything...but she is a woman. They say things easily, they're flippant and don't have the stomach for anything rough.

His opinion of women at the moment is, justifiably he thinks, low. Maria can shoulder a lot of the blame for that.

He always fights on a Friday and this week, he's definitely in the mood to cause some pain. He'd almost forgotten about Fi but when he opens the bathroom door and looks out onto the bar, he figures why not? He can even see her from where he's standing and she doesn't look like she's doing anything important.

'Busy tonight?'

He's never been much good at small talk.

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[latino_menace]

He shrugs.

'It's a shirt.'

He doesn't get attached to clothes. As for the laundry, he simply goes to the door, opens it and yells a name. He picks up his own jeans and holds them out to the maid that appears.

'Get rid of them. And clean up hers. We're going out as soon as they're done so hurry up.'

He really wants to be out of here before his uncle shows up and before his father realises how much danger Hector was in.

[justcallmefee]

She pulls the shirt out and throws it on the bed, skinning out of her jeans and tunic, palming something before handing them to the maid.

"Gracias, señora."

Standing there in her bra and panties, she shoots Ramon a look. The knife in her palm unfolds and she deftly cuts the sleeves off the shirt. A little tuck here and there, and voilà! A sexy little dress that goes down to mid thigh.

[latino_menace]

'Clever.'

He wanders over and touches the hem, running the thin material between his fingers.

'Flimsy though. You never know when it might just fall off.'

[justcallmefee]

She slits her eyes at him, but she can't help but grin back at him. She slips it off again, hangs it back in the closet.

"Shower?"

[latino_menace]

'Yeah.'

Her back is given an appreciative look as she turns to hang the dress up and he waits until she turns back around before pointing the way, following behind her.

It's not some poky, cramped, stuffed-in-a-corner en suite. It's a proper bathroom, complete with large tub and seperate shower. Ramon pushes his shorts off and lobs them in the direction of the laundry basket (missing by a mile) then turns the water on and holds the door open for her.

'After you.'

[justcallmefee]

"Gonna wash my back?" she drawls over her shoulder at him, stepping into the enclosure.

"Fine with me, but I told you -- no shagging until you've bought me dinner and we've actually had a conversation first."

That doesn't stop her from reaching for him, her fingertips following the water as it runs down his chest. She looks up an him from beneath her lashes, green eyes dark and a little wild.

[latino_menace]

It didn't occur to him for a second that she might have been asking to use the shower on her own. She was in her underwear in his bedroom - that only means one thing to him.

'You never said anything about a conversation before.'

Once the door closes the glass steams over immediately and it's a wonderful thing to be able to raise his face and feel the hot water ease some ache out of his muscles. The fight seems a long time ago now.

Not as good as stepping into her space and running his hands down her sides though. And she looks at him like that, he kisses her. It's just the way it is.

[justcallmefee]

It's the way it's always been between them, even the way his hands follow down to curve around her ass. She doesn't even give the pretence of resisting this time.

It's different, kissing this younger man. Hot water is washing away the sweat and blood and the smell of gun powder, and his scent surrounds her. It is very much his scent.

She sinks into him, and maybe he can feel something in the way she touches him. Maybe he's just too caught up in the hot naked guapa in his shower. She doesn't know. And right now, she tells herself it doesn't matter.

He's here. He's touching her.

[latino_menace]

He's hard before twenty seconds have passed and would be even without the adrenaline this evening has brought. She is beautiful even if he doesn't know what she expects of him, even if she seems ridiculously complicated most of the time.

'You looked good with that gun,' he murmurs, pressing his erection against the base of her abdomen. 'Really fucking hot.'

[justcallmefee]

Her breasts press against his chest, and one hand skims down his side, down the hollow of his hip before curving around his shaft, her palm stroking down that hard ridge.

"Damn right I did. You don't still think I'm one of your throw away pieces of ass, do you?" She fondles him, nibbling along his jaw.

[latino_menace]

He's rather taken aback by that question though the hand on his cock is distracting enough to not let him really think about it.

'You don't act like a random puta, I'll give you that.'

He picks up the soap and starts running it over her back, feeling himself hot and heavy in her hand.

'And you obviously know how to handle yourself.'

[justcallmefee]

She hums, loving the feel of his hands moving on her back.

"You don't know the half of it, Ramon. Dinner will get you a lot more than this," she squeezes his cock just under the head, sliding her grip all the way to the base, "in my tight pussy."

[latino_menace]

He groans without meaning to, taken by surprise.

'This isn't fair,' he points out a moment later. 'You already know what I like. Unless my tastes have changed in thirty years.'

He tilts his head to kiss her again, hard and hungry.

'I've only got your word for it that it's tight though. Why don't you just let me try it out for myself?'

So close, so close. He'd just have to pick her up and put her against the wall, slide in and find out if she's telling the truth. Seconds is all it would take.

[justcallmefee]

She meets that kiss, just as fierce, rocking him back. When she speaks, her voice is low and hungry, almost a growl.

"Because. You have no idea what I like, and you don't care. And as much as I want you, and make no mistake, I want you," she brings that point home by quickening her stroke, her hand strong and sure, "I want you to care. Trust me, baby, I'm worth the wait."

[latino_menace]

It feels so good. He lifts his face to the water again for a brief moment, letting her work him, the muscles in his abdomen tensing a little in time with the stroke of her hand.

'So buying you dinner will make me care what you like in bed?'

Well. Stranger things have happened. He just has no concept of waiting for something you want, he doesn't understand how she can hold back if she really does want him. He looks at her, grins winningly and kisses her once more.

'You could always just tell me what you like. If I do it, everyone's happy.'

Simple. With the added bonus that she could tell him that right now and he wouldn't have to wait any more.

[justcallmefee]

She laughs, groans, kisses him back, thrilling to the feel of him towering over her.

"You don't strike me as someone who takes direction very well, baby."

And he's getting there, she thinks. His hands have stayed in one place, and he hasn't gone for her tits yet. She switches her grip, focusing on that sensitive spot just beneath the head, wanting to feel him spill on her skin, wanting to see his face twisted up in bliss.

"Is that good, hmm?"

[latino_menace]

That pulls a moan from him that sounds more like he just lost his breath, once more taken by surprise. His eyes close and he presses forward towards her hand, wanting more.

'Could...give me the benefit of the...doubt. Maybe I'm...really good at...listening.'

The tightness of his voice and the way his (very obvious) muscles are flexing with every touch she gives him should let her know that he's close. He's not considerate enough to give her a heads up.

[justcallmefee]

She breathes him in, knowing exactly where he is, exactly how far he has to go. Her motions slow, drawing it out for him.

"Yeah? Maybe you just know what you want and you take it, like you own it, like it's yours, hmm? Nothing wrong with that," she croons. "Nothing wrong with that at all. It's one of the things I love about you. But you don't know me, yet. And you want to know me."

She eases him up, catching the sounds he makes against her lips, kissing him, holding him close.

[latino_menace]

He laughs out a short breath, letting her kiss him, eyes half-closed.

'Yeah, I want to know you. Intimately.'

His hands are still on her ass and he tightens his grip, walks her backwards until her back hits the wall.

He's not going to deny that she's right in her analysis of him (of course she is, she knows him) but he'll be damned if he just going to stand here and let her play with him. So his kiss this time is harder, far more insistent.

[justcallmefee]

Her expression shifts, breaks for just a moment at the turn of his energy towards her. Maybe if he's paying attention, he'll see that she's not playing him. She's deadly serious. She has so much on the line here, so much to lose, and she's trying very hard not to let that show.

She groans as she hits the wall, returning that kiss with a ferocity of desire he's never felt from anyone in this life.

One hand fists in his hair while the other keeps moving on his cock, trapped between them, pressed against her hard stomach, the water slicking their way. Love doesn't need a hot mouth or a tight pussy. One hand, one sure and strong hand is enough.

[latino_menace]

He groans too, against her mouth, but he's still trying, still wanting what she's refusing to give him. His knee slides between hers and tries to edge them apart - insists on it, really - and he puts his hand between her legs to stroke, assuming that if he warms her up she'll let him in. It's not done with as much skill as his older self but he's not worried about that. He's not worried about anything but getting what he wants.

[justcallmefee]

Oh but how she wants to let him in, but she won't. He may never love her, but he will always respect her. "I saved your life," she hisses, surging beneath him, letting him feel her strength. "Can't you give me this? Just one dinner."

The hand in his hair slips to his chest, nails dragging along his skin, painting lines of fire. He finds out how strong her thighs really are. She lets him lift her, and wraps her legs around that insistent knee, locking her ankles in a vice-like grip. He can feel how slick and hot she is, and he can feel her rock against him.

The hand around his prick never stops moving.

[latino_menace]

She has a point though he'll never admit it out loud. Reluctantly his hand drops away and he tries to stop thinking about what those thighs would feel like wrapped around his waist.

'Tonight then,' he says quietly, once more cupping her backside and holding her up against the wall. 'A tight pussy deserves a big cock.'

A forearm rests on the wall and he leans, concentrating on her hand now, letting the heat rush upwards to flush his nerves with the pleasure. He's virtually silent except for the heavy breathing, though she'll be able to hear it catch right at the end...and then nothing for a beat or two until his eyes squeeze shut and he lets go, erupting over her stomach and fingers with a short, tight moan.

[justcallmefee]

I deserve more than that, she thinks, pulling him down for another searing kiss, easing him down the other side. She's breathing like she's just run a marathon, and her heart is hammering in her chest. She's still gripping his thigh between hers, and her nails are still fixed in his skin.

She wants to bite him, sink her teeth into him hard enough to draw blood. Make a mark. Penetrate into that hard cold core of him and let loose whatever it is...

She lets that thought die. Part of surviving is picking your battles.

And maybe he's right.

Sometime's all a tight pussy needs is a big hard cock.

[latino_menace]

The kiss starts hard and ends soft as he eases, tension burnt away. He's smirking as he pulls his head back, looking at her face.

'You really do want it, don't you.'

It's not a question at all and he doesn't pull his body away from her - hell, he's barely even softening. A few minutes and he'd be ready to go again but she's said no and he can wait until after dinner. Besides, he needs to get out of the house. Apart from wanting to avoid his uncle, this last week has left him unable to sit still, antsy to the point of violence at times. But Fiona's not to know that.

'I'll take care of you later. We need to clean up and go.'