OOM: Miami

[latino_menace]

Ramon is very fond of his island. But lets face it, there's not a lot to do. That's all well and good when you just want to sit and soak up rays or swim or take the boat out. When Fi's here, there's sex. But she's not here all the time and he's a restless sort. All this quiet is getting on his nerves.

So when Fi comes through the door, he's dressed and ready to leave.

'Lets go to Miami.'

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[justcallmefee]

She just nods, and takes another bite of her steak. It's not like she's ever been much of a team player herself. The situation with Michael is -- well, it's its own thing.

Just as this thing between her and Ramon is its own thing. Perhaps not equal, but in some kind of tenuous balance.

When she speaks, her voice is level and cool. "I can get the gear from bar."

[latino_menace]

He looks confused.

'Didn't you just buy it?'

[justcallmefee]

"The SCUBA gear," she says. She finishes her glass of wine and doesn't wait for the waiter to pour another, simply helps herself and silently offers to top his off.

She'd mention that Bar wouldn't sell her the surveillance equipment, but his mood is already sour enough.

She gives an easy smile, and glances up at him. "I still have a few of those French bikinis you bought for me that I haven't worn yet."

[latino_menace]

Well, if anything's going to cheer him up it's the thought of Fi in a French bikini. He lets her refill his wine and relaxes a little in his seat.

'Can you scuba in a bikini? I thought it had to be suits.'

He's never really thought about it before. But he sure as hell is now.

[justcallmefee]

"Yes, yes you can," she says, smirking now. "The wet suit is for warmth; the deeper you get, the colder it is. And it's not like we're wreck diving."

"And in a suit, I can get some sun between drop points, and give you something more interesting to watch than the water."

[latino_menace]

'If you think you can get away with just being watched...'

He smirks. Doesn't need to say anything else.

[justcallmefee]

She looks down at the last of the wine in her glass, still smirking.

"Mmm, yes. And if it wasn't a surveillance op..."

She looks back up, that heat returning to her gaze. And she doesn't need to say anything else.

[latino_menace]

'I didn't realise it was an op at all.'

He thought these were security measures they were installing, not performing some kind of mission. His eyes drop to his plate and then away over the view, vaguely wondering where his good mood of earlier went.

[justcallmefee]

"Hey," she says softly. His dark mood is contagious, and she doesn't want it to be like this, but she doesn't know what to do.

"It's not. I meant we could take the boat somewhere else, and let someone else do the surveillance. Jesus, after all this time, you still think I'm busting your balls, don't you?"

She folds up her napkin and drops it over her plate, pushing her chair back. Her face is a mask of confusion and hurt.

"I'll be right back."

[latino_menace]

He doesn't know what she means by 'busting his balls', not really. It doesn't matter though, since she's walked away. He sighs and ignores the remains of his dinner, preferring to start to drink in earnest and stare out over the water until she gets back.

[justcallmefee]

It's awhile before she comes back, still looking down as she smooths that little black dress over her hips. She sees his look and stops to watch him for a moment, her head falling to one side.

She sighs a little, and decides to make a detour to the bar. She returns a minute later with two double shots of the best tequila they have.

"Here."

[latino_menace]

'Thanks.'

He doesn't sound pissed, or much of anything really. He didn't come out tonight to fight but the way she talks to him sometimes.

[justcallmefee]

"Salud."

She takes the shot in one throw, and winces as it burns on the way down. She coughs a little.

Yeah, how dare she think she should trust him for something like that? Of all the nerve.

[latino_menace]

He just knocks his back and puts the glass down. He doesn't know what her problem is and now, isn't in the mood to ask.

[justcallmefee]

She pushes her plate aside and leans on the table with her elbows, her gaze intent. Her voice is low and honey dark.

"I don't know what I did or said, but I still want to go dancing. For once, I would like for you and I to actually go dancing. I want to feel your hands on my hips, and your mouth at the side of my neck. I want sway to the music in a dark room, and when we're good and relaxed, and totally lost in one another, I want you to back me up against a wall. I want wrap my legs around your waist, I want to kiss you until I can barely breathe, and I want you to make love to me, right there in the middle of the crowd. Does this plan interest you at all?"

[latino_menace]

His eyes travel up and down her and the corner of his mouth turns up. That's an idea he can get along with.

'Then what are we still doing here?'

[justcallmefee]

She quirks an eyebrow at him, and holds out a hand to him. (What is it about that look that makes her skin sing? It's just not fair.)

"Come on."

[latino_menace]

He pulls out his wallet and casually tosses some bills on to the table, then stands and practically strips her with his gaze.

'Yeah.'

The club is, mercifully, not far. He just wants to get there now that she's come over all dark and sexy at him like that.

[justcallmefee]

She tucks her hand through his arm and points to where the club is, down a palm-lined walk about a half block from the restaurant.

It's Miami, so the club is already packed with bodies, even though the sun has only been down about a half hour. Expensive suits and dresses tells him this is an upscale crowd. She walks them passed the line at the main entrance, and around to the side of the building.

"There's a man behind the purple door who can get us a table away from the crowd, and keep the drinks coming as long as we want. Just hand him money and he'll show the way."

Just before they reach the door, she pulls up short, her hands skimming up under his lapels. She has to stand on her tip toes to kiss him, but she can't wait another moment.

[latino_menace]

He's still smarting from earlier but this goes towards making that less important; his hands land on her hips and he kisses her back. He's even almost smiling as it breaks off, though the look in his eyes is dark and lustful. He leans forward a touch so that he can murmur quietly in her ear;

'I want to fuck you so bad.'

He turns away without waiting for a response, opening the purple door and finding some cash in his pocket.

[justcallmefee]

She moans under her breath as he pulls away. A part of her wants to just slug him, but lucky for him, it's only a small part. The tequila is starting to have an effect, and the sound of his voice has lit a fire in her skin.

She catches his arm, tugging him passed the very confused looking door man, laughing low under her breath as Ramon presses a few large into his hands.

"We want a table. And champagne. No no no, Cristal. And chocolate. I want chocolate."

"Would madame like white or dark chocolate?"

"I can't decide. Bring both."

"As you wish. Right this way."

[latino_menace]

He follows, vaguely amused by the request for chocolate. The club looks good - dark lighting, good drinks, good music. Promises to be a great night, if he can just shake off the irritation.

Then again, even with that it seems like it might be an evening to remember.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't let go of his hand, noting where their table is and then wanting a little tour of the dance floor. Some areas are brighter, more crowded than others. She pulls him to her at the edge of one of these groups, her hips swaying to the music as she moves into his embrace.

Fiona is a creature of physical sensation, and there's no place she feels quite as liberated as on the dance floor. She doesn't have to think here, she just has to move. She can see that cloud hanging over his head, and she thinks she has just the thing.

"Dance with me, caro."

[latino_menace]

'You don't want some of that champagne first?'

He doesn't mind that much either way. He doesn't feel much like dancing but he does feel like sex and he always enjoys her body under his hands.

[justcallmefee]

"Champagne in a minute. And chocolate," she grins.

She reaches up and lets her hair down, shaking it out and slipping the pins into his pocket. Her hands slip under his jacket, up to his collar, reaching up to touch his face, pulling his gaze to hers.

"I need this."