OOM: Bogotá on fight night
Feb. 25th, 2010 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2010-03-06 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-06 11:34 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-03-06 11:51 pm (UTC)'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.
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:03 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:11 am (UTC)'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.'
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:17 am (UTC)Her voice is small but fierce.
"Not 'it'. You."
Her hand frets in his hair, and he can feel the fire still coiling through her.
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:21 am (UTC)Whoa, what? He wouldn't look more surprised if she suddenly morphed into a black man with a pink mohawk. And now he does pull back, stepping a foot away from her and grabbing the soap once more, scrubbing himself furiously.
'I don't know what you thought was going to happen here but I'm not looking to get serious with some chick I just met in a magic bar.'
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:56 am (UTC)"Who said anything about 'serious'?"
She's tiny but she gets up in his face, fearless, intent as a loaded gun.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:06 am (UTC)'You just said you want me. But you wont fuck me until we've dinner and a conversation. And now you're saying you don't want serious?'
He shakes his head and looks younger suddenly, tired. Ignoring her intent, he picks up the damn soap once more.
'I just want to get clean because we need to get out of the house. You heard my uncle was coming, yes? We should not be here when he walks in - don't you get it? He and Henri were...together. And he's not the sort of man you want be in the same room as when he's upset.'
There's a reason Ramon respects Raul.
'I don't know what the fuck's the matter with you women but I've just about had my fill for the time being. You want me to let you back into the bar, just say so.'
He doesn't sound angry. More defeated than anything.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:17 am (UTC)"I'm not one of your women, Ramon. I'll never be one of your women."
She drops the towel on the floor and twists her hair up on off her neck, tying it in a knot, moving with that same languid, unselfconscious grace as she dresses in his shirt.
Dinner is still very much on the agenda.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:28 am (UTC)'Let's get out of here.'
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:36 am (UTC)She rummages through his jewellery and comes up with a way too long gold chain. (Thank you, '70's fashion.) The pendant is dropped back in the box, but she wraps the heavy chain around her waist and lets it settle around her hips.
Improvisation in the trenches is her trademark.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:49 am (UTC)Just like the last ride, he's silent. Part of him is wondering if this is a good idea, the rest of him is just blank.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:53 am (UTC)The light changes and it rolls on by, completely without incident. The air goes out of her again.
She cuts a look across at him.
He looks so young.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:57 am (UTC)'Don't worry,' he murmurs, without looking at her. 'There'll be a couple of cars around us watching for trouble.'
After things like tonight, security is automatically doubled.
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Date: 2010-03-07 02:13 am (UTC)She's a professional and she has her pride.
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Date: 2010-03-07 02:18 am (UTC)He's not going to argue it. Not going to rise to her tone either, though he probably would on another day. So he just ignores her comment and continues to stare out of the window, relaxed in a fatuiged kind of way.
Another ten minutes and they're there, a small resturant that obviously knows him as a regular. A curtain is pulled aside at the back to let them into a private room with just a few tables in there and a couple of his guys sit on the other side of it to make sure they're not disturbed by any one but the waiter.
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Date: 2010-03-07 02:27 am (UTC)This is something entirely different. He holds her chair and she sits with a murmured thanks. She swallows, watching him take his own seat.
The waiter asked what she wants to drink.
"Tequila. Bring the bottle."
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Date: 2010-03-07 02:50 pm (UTC)'The good stuff,' he says to the waiter, who nods and leaves after he's handed them both menus. Ramon doesn't bother with his.
'The enchiladas are good,' he says to Fi, after a moment's pause.
This is weird for him. He doesn't do dates. He's not exactly sure how he's supposed to behave.
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Date: 2010-03-07 11:58 pm (UTC)"So, where I come from... Someone would have to pay for what happened to Henri. A lot of someones, more likely." She doesn't know if it's the same here, but it's a place to start. And there's a strange resolve in her voice, like she'd be up for it, if he were to ask.
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Date: 2010-03-08 12:57 am (UTC)'Of course something will have to be done. It may even have been taken care of by now though I imagine Raul won't...' he trails off mid-sentence and shakes his head, as if to dislodge a memory.
'All of them died. I can't ask them whether they were sent by someone or if it was just them wanting money. I imagine the former but I can't prove it until we've done some digging. If there's more to it, it'll be taken care of.'
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Date: 2010-03-08 01:33 am (UTC)She sets his shot glass in reach and lifts hers.
"Whoever they are, may the Devil find them to have pretty, pretty skulls, and fuck them in the eye."
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Date: 2010-03-08 01:56 am (UTC)And it hasn't escaped him - or his family, no doubt - that killing them all probably wasn't the smartest of moves. But he's not known for his restraint.
He lifts his drink too and smirks before knocking it back.
'Irish saying?'
He likes it.
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Date: 2010-03-08 03:07 am (UTC)She refills their glasses, relaxing a little as the alcohol hits her system.
"Here's a traditional one for you: To Henri, may he be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows he's dead."
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Date: 2010-03-08 08:05 pm (UTC)'Seems like you liked him. Did you talk?'
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