OOM: Bogotá, post Maria

[latino_menace]

Perhaps it wasn't really the manly thing, letting Fi deal with getting her out. Under normal circumstances, he'd just give her a smack and be done with it. But isn't shock bad for unborn kids? He doesn't know and he's still struggling with mixed emotions about the baby - on one hand, he wishes it had never happened. But on the other...it has. And it's going to be born now, no matter what so shouldn't he start getting used to the idea?

None of this is easy. He's glad of the half-minute or so that Fi is out of the room because it gives him just a little space to breathe and think about what he's going to say, if he has to say anything. He really had no idea she'd show up here.

When Fi comes back, she'll find him sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette and staring at nothing in particular.

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[justcallmefee]

She looks up into his face, her eyes wide, hurting. She can't get away from Random, even here. It's not fair.

"Yeah. It does."

"And she may not mean anything to you, but your son. Ramon, love him with all your heart. Whatever else you do, love him."

Her voice is ragged now, broken and small.

[latino_menace]

He put his arms around her. It seems like the thing to do.

'It is a boy, then?'

Good to know. He's not prepared to give in to love but he's not against the idea either. He doesn't know what he's going to feel.

He doesn't know what to think about the news of this mysterious man, either. Best to ignore it. He doesn't want to know...not tonight, at least.

'Maria wants money. And status. She got pregnant on purpose. I only fucked her twice.

Well, two different nights. And I don't want to marry her. I'd rather kill her than marry her.'

[justcallmefee]

"That's not how it's supposed to be."

His arms go around her shoulders and he pulls her back against his chest. He feels so young, but that doesn't keep her from laying her head back on his shoulder. Her hands come to rest on his forearms, caressing him, touching him like he's going to evaporate into thin air.

Her voice barely has enough breath to be heard, and he can feel her tears falling on his skin. "Supposed to love the one you marry. The mother of your children. God, why does it always have to be so fucking complicated?"

[latino_menace]

'My father said I should. A strong recommendation. It makes sense, for the business.'

He's never loved anyone. He doesn't know what love feels like. So he figured he might as well.

Nothing's complicated for him. If you don't love and your work is your life, you've got it made.

But tonight has been complicated. He can see her point.

'I don't know how things like this are supposed to be.'

[justcallmefee]

She turns in his arms, and looks up into his face. He looks as lost as he sounds. Her hands find his face, her thumbs tracing along his cheekbones.

"It's supposed to be like this," she breathes, leaning in to brush her lips over his.

"Just. Like. This."

[latino_menace]

He's not sure what that means either but he's not going to analyse it because whatever the hell is going on, it feels good. So he kisses her back, deepening it after a moment, trying to block out the feel of his fiance's hand on his face.

'You feel better than she does,' he murmurs eventually, looking down at the floor.

But he doesn't know if that is love. He just wants things to go back to the way they were before. He wants to be free again.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't let him look away, her hands moving on his skin. Her eyes are still wet with tears, and she brushes his hair back from his face.

"That's because I love you, Caro. And right now, your love is all I want in this world. I know you don't know me, I'm not even sure if you know what love is or if you believe in it. But right now, here, you're all I need. Your touch and your mouth and your wild heart."

[latino_menace]

He's not sure what he can say to that. And then he figures he doesn't have to say anything because she just wants him to touch her and that's good, that's fine, he can do that.

His hand runs down her arm and takes hers, leads her back to the bed. This bit is easy and he's so sick of thinking about Maria, he's glad of the chance to put her from his head.

[justcallmefee]

She lets him lead her, her gaze never leaving his, never letting him look away.

He reaches the bed and turns, and she's in his arms.

"Can I call you 'Caro'? Is that okay?"

[latino_menace]

'I don't mind.'

He sits down on the bed, weary.

...but not that weary, because he's not done with her yet.

'You're not like any woman I've met before.'

[justcallmefee]

That gets a little laugh out of her, and there's a glitter of wildness in her eyes. Her voice is still quiet, tinged with disbelief.

"I've been telling you that since the day we met, and only now do you believe me?" She kneels up on the bed beside him, hands pulling him down until they're laying face to face, legs entangled.

"I'm sorry. That's not fair, I know."

She looks down at his chest.

"But it's been almost a year, between us. And he can't -- he doesn't -- I can feel it in his hands. I can feel it in your hands."

[latino_menace]

'Can't what?'

He doesn't know what he's doing with his hands. He just does what he likes.

[justcallmefee]

There's a long pause as she draws in a long breath and lets it out slowly.

"He doesn't say -- that he loves me."

She can't bring herself to say it. (He doesn't love you.)

"But the way you make me feel, there's no other way to describe it. It's not just -- for fun. It feels like so much more than that. Does that make sense?"

[latino_menace]

'Not really.'

He knows that under normal circumstances, he'd never allow this conversation to happen. But it has not been a normal night and she is not a normal woman.

'I can't tell you what I feel in thirty years time. I can only tell you what I think now. And that's that there can be a middle ground. Something can be more than just for kicks but doesn't have to be love. Love like the way you feel, I mean.'

He's had a couple of girlfriends that were more than just sex. He got bored with the restriction so dumped them, but that doesn't mean he didn't miss them afterwards, a little.

'That's probably not what you want to hear.'

[justcallmefee]

"It's -- Ramon." She looks up into his face, and her fingertips cover his lips, just barely touching his skin. "I'm not an idiot. I know the difference."

She leans in to kiss him again, like she could make him understand without speaking a word. He's nineteen. She's forty two.

"I can feel it when you touch me."

[latino_menace]

He looks at her, not knowing what to say. How does a guy respond to that?

Eventually,

'I don't know, then. I don't know how I'll feel about you in the future.'

And he hardly knows her now though he can definitely see why he'd want to be with her.

'Will I remember tonight? When you go back and see me. Is that how it's working?'

[justcallmefee]

She gives a tiny nod, the lines around her eyes deep and sharp. She never wanted him to see her as weak and tonight, she threw that all out the window.

She catches his hand between hers and brings it to her cheek, gently nuzzling, breathing his skin. She feels it in this man's touch, and that's what she was trying to tell him. He knows her in ways that she can't explain in words.

"Do you want me to go?"

[latino_menace]

'No, of course not.'

He strokes the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone in an absent gesture, thinking. How does he want to remember this? Does it even matter?

He's too tired to think about it. So he does the only thing he can think of - the thing he really wants to do - and shifts so he's above her, keeping their legs entwined and pressing against her.

'I said all night, didn't I?'

[justcallmefee]

She gasps and arches beneath him, her grip tightening on him. Desire flares like white phosoporus in water, burning in her skin, down to her very bones. Her hands pull him down for a searing kiss, and she opens for him, breath and body. Nothing else matters, she tells herself, not Maria, not Random, not Michael.

Just this.

[latino_menace]

He's glad he's not so wound up this time because he can enjoy it more now, letting his ardour rise again after it was so rudely interrupted by Maria's arrival. He can feel her heat against him, the passion of her kiss; he's soon hard and ready, resisting the urge to take her again because he wants to make her crazy first.

His lips move to her neck, her throat, kissing down the centre of her chest. he goes slower than he'd like to, letting anticipation build for both of them.

[justcallmefee]

She curls around him, trembling with a mad kind of need. Her fingers weave in his hair, her legs shift restlessly along his, trying to get more skin against skin. There's a hitch in her breath and she's not crying, she's not. He feels so good, she thinks she'll never be able to let him go. So slow, he's moving so slow and she rises to meet each kiss, each caress, her voice a soft litany of 'please' and his name.

[latino_menace]

There are very few things more arousing than turning her on like this, having her respond to his touch this way. He never really knew it before, never gave himself the chance to see what it was like to really pleasure a woman. And he hardly ever bothers to go down on one but right now, he can't think of anything he wants more. His lips kiss slowly down her stomach, tongue lapping a line to right where he wants to be.

He's not as experienced at this as he will be. But he's enthusiastic, flicking her clit fast with the tip of his tongue and pushing a finger deep inside her.

[justcallmefee]

She wraps her legs around his neck, and there's a strangled cry on her lips at the spike of pleasure. Her thighs flex and grip him tight, heels digging into his shoulders, keeping him close.

"Too much, too much..." Her head falls back and her spine arches off the bed, the long muscles of her legs quivering under his hands.

"Here," her hands guide both of his around her thighs. "Hold tight, tighter, yes. Now, just your tongue first. Easy, god yes. You can make me come more than..."

He moves and the last word is cut off by a quiet gasp, a raw and pure sound he can feel echoed through her tiny form.

[latino_menace]

She folds her legs around him and it feels like being locked into heaven. He can't see her, her thighs muffle sound and he can't move much. There's just her pussy, offered to him unconditionally, there to be eaten and played with and touched and...he moans quietly and laps at her clit, nice and slow, nice and gentle, just like he's told. He can play nice. He remembers how earlier, all he wanted to do was make her scream and now he's determined to make it happen.

[justcallmefee]

Her head falls to one side, and her hips rise off the bed, unable to keep from moving. Beneath his mouth, her flesh grows slick and hot, petals unfurling under his tongue. Her hands lift over her head and she grips the edge of the mattress, trying to breathe, trying to just let the tension of the last hour disappear into those soft determined kisses.

There is an ache behind her breast bone, a longing in her chest. She surrenders to it, surrenders to the sweet fire he's stoking in her belly. She surrenders to the need she feels in his hands.

Her hips roll, her breath comes in short panting breaths, and he finds a sweet spot, just beside her clit, that makes her tense and quake.