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 leans back against the railing and watches him start to smoke, smiling as a bit of the tension goes out of her. She can do without the cigarette; the night air is tinged with ozone and she can tell there's a thunderstorm coming in off the water.

"My boyfriend bought me these exquisite diamonds for my birthday," she drawls, low and quiet. "And I want to wear them out with him. But I have no idea what to wear or where we should go..."

[latino_menace]

'Sounds like a generous kind of guy.'

He relaxes some and looks her up and down, admires that dress once more. Or rather, the way it shows off her body.

'Guy like that, he'd probably be able to spring for somewhere nice to take you and show them off.'

[justcallmefee]

She wouldn't call him generous, exactly. Extravagant, maybe. Insane, definitely. But she's not going to argue that point with him. (She still doesn't quite know what to think of the gift of Eva Peron's diamond and ruby necklace. She doesn't think he's trying to buy her, or at least, he should know better, but she still doesn't get what he was trying to say. The closest she can get is that it means, 'I really like you.' But even still, she's not sure.)

"You're right. But these diamonds, they're so --" she makes a soft noise of appreciation in the back of her throat. "Frankly, they're liable to draw some attention. I think we might need a security escort." Her nose wrinkles for a brief moment with a wicked grin. "Maybe a limousine, to take us wherever it is we're going?"

One elegant eyebrow rises as his eyes make it back to her face.

[latino_menace]

He'd be confused that they had to mean anything other than being a nice gift and something he thought she'd like.

He pulls on his cigarette, looking amused.

'Security would be a problem for this guy?'

He likes limousines.

'But maybe he's just not that up-market. Maybe you'll be forced to wear them for him and him alone.'

[justcallmefee]

Yeah, a half a million dollars worth of diamonds? Is so far beyond 'a nice gift she might like', they're not even on the same continent.

"I don't think he'd mind security. I'm pretty sure he grew up with it. And as for being up-market, well, I think he's as up-market as they come."

She pushes off from the railing and crosses to circle behind him, trailing her fingertips across the back of his shoulders. She leans down to murmur softly against his ear.

"And as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter who sees me wearing them, I'll only ever wear them for him, and him alone."

[latino_menace]

He smiles with one side of his mouth, her lips close to his ear reminding his body of what they came here for.

'I'm sure he'd be glad to know that. But still, he'd probably like to show you off in them.'

He turns his head to kiss her lightly, the cigarette burning down in his hand.

[justcallmefee]

She hums against his lips, returning that kiss, gentle as a feather.

"Would he?"

She nuzzles against his jaw, breathing in the scent of his cologne and his skin, feeling her pulse quicken at the sound of his voice.

"Well, however he wants to do it. I just -- I want to do something special for him. Something to show him how much he means to me."

[latino_menace]

He reaches an arm around her and pulls her round to him so she can sit on his lap because he wants to kiss her properly.

'You're thoughtful.'

He thinks that letting him get into her in a room full of people is pretty special, for a woman like her. Some women? You expect it. Women like her, not so much.

[justcallmefee]

She lets him pull her down, even though sitting this way always makes her feel a thousand times more vulnerable. Returning his kiss is as natural to her as breathing now, almost as vital.

"And you're a cocksure bastard," she teases, winding her arms around his neck. She leans into that kiss, deepening it, letting a little of her need show through again.

"But you're my cocksure bastard."

[latino_menace]

He's pretty sure he doesn't belong to anyone but himself but what's the point in starting another row? She's kissing him so nicely and her legs are right there, just inviting him to slide a hand up her dress and rest around her inner thigh.

'You'd have no use for timid.'

[justcallmefee]

Her mouth opens, the words crowding behind her teeth, burning behind her breast bone, the ache of longing familiar by now.

She smothers it with another kiss, this one more fierce, pulling him close to her. He slips a hand under her dress and she shudders out a gasp against his lips, her knees sliding passed one another. Another breath, another kiss, but she still can't speak. It's too dangerous to give those words voice.

[latino_menace]

He makes a soft, appreciative noise and stands, lifting her to her feet (and leaving his hand where it is, to hell with who's looking). He looks down into her eyes, dark and possessive.

'I think we should dance, now.'

[justcallmefee]

She meets that gaze, her own look smouldering with that deeper emotion, her hands gripping the front of his suit, not letting him get very far. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and she nods.

"Let's go back in, and see if we can't -- find a way."

She backs slowly towards the door, holding his hand, her hips already moving to the beat. Her gaze rakes down and back up his form, her lips parted with a slow sigh. He looks good. He feels good. And she wants him, wants to make this fantasy come true.

[latino_menace]

'Let's do that,' he murmurs back, liking the way she looks at him.

The inside of the place is warm with people, perhaps even more crowded than it was ten minutes ago. It suits him now exactly in contrast to how it didn't ten minutes ago and he walks her to the rail, standing behind her and looking out over the floor.

'Pick a spot.'

[justcallmefee]

She's content to dance right here for a while, loving the feel of him behind her, solid and warm against her skin. The air is more charged now, and in the distance she can hear the rumble of thunder.

The crowd beneath them is throbbing with the beat, and darkest spot is actually in the centre of the room. Waves of people part and circulate around the pillar there, and there's a lee in the middle of that current.

She lifts her hands over her head, letting them weave in his hair.

"There."

[latino_menace]

'Looks good to me.'

He presses against her back, enjoying the way she moulds so nicely against his body. He turns his head to kiss the top of her raised arm, rubbing against her ever so slightly.

'Or right here on this rail. I don't care. I want you.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes close and she moves against him, feeling the music and the strength of his body, losing herself in the sheer sensuality of his touch. She takes a deep breath, and lets it out again, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder.

"Anyone can see us up here." He can hear the smile in her voice. It's dimly lit, and there are other couples up here in the shadows. The very thought makes her heart race.

[latino_menace]

There are people to the side of them, standing with drinks and talking, watcing the dancers and the bar. People walking backwards and forwards on their way outside, to the restrooms, to get refills. But it's dark and there's music and everyone's engrossed in their own night out - he's pretty sure no one's going to stand and stare at them specifically.

'And I bet you love that idea.'

He leans down to kiss her neck now, ghosting breath over her skin as his hand reaches down and grasps the hem of her dress.

'I'd just have to pull it up at the back. You could stand there and dance like you're doing right now, you'd just have me in you at the same time.'

The idea of her dancing on his cock, here where anyone could see, gets him hard in the space of about five seconds flat.

[justcallmefee]

He can feel the energy shift and rise in her, like the smoke from a firebrand, twisting against him. She hisses between her teeth when she feels his fingertips graze the curve of her ass, bare skin against bare skin.

"Open your jacket. Cover the side angles?"

She lifts one foot to rest on the rail, and the movement hikes her skirt up a little higher.

[latino_menace]

She'll probably feel more than hear the chuckle that comes from him, the nod of consent as he unbuttons it as asked. He loosens his tie too, unfastens the top button (it's warm in here) and then casually lets his hand fall to lower the zipper on his pants.

'I bet you're getting wet just thinking about it.'

And as his hand is there anyway, it slips over her leg and between her thighs; he moans on the renewed discovery that she isn't wearing any underwear. His thumb presses gently on her clit as he looks around, making sure they're not being too obvious.

[justcallmefee]

She's slick and hot under his fingertips, and the graze of his thumbnail across her clit makes her gasp. The night is warm, but the air swirling over her heated skin could be a breath of winter it's so cool.

The darkness is split by a flicker of lightning and several seconds later, thunder rocks the club. It's so loud the dancers can hear it and they cheer in response.

She doesn't care. He's holding her, teasing her, pressing kisses to the top of her shoulder. She rocks against his hand, dancing for him. Dancing only for him.

[latino_menace]

This reminds him of the first night they went out, slipping fingers into her against a nightclub wall, making her shake for him. He wants that now, the energy in the place coming up from the floor and shooting up through his body, lighting him up. As one hand plays with her under her dress, the other eases himself free of his pants, pressing against her ass and draping the loose material over the top so it's not obvious.

[justcallmefee]

The feel of that hot velvet skin against hers is a taste of heaven. This is different from that first night because she can't see his eyes. But it doesn't matter, he's still all over her. She reaches a hand back to touch his hip, guiding him in that little sway in time with the music.

Her spine arches as she leans back for him, her shoulders brushing his chest. He flutters his fingers against her clit and she can't catch the moan on her lips.

[latino_menace]

He manoevers slowly, easing his erection down until it lies between her legs, letting her wetness run along his hard length. He reaches for his glass so that anyone glancing around will just see a man with his girl leaning on him, having a drink. Couples are standing the same way all around the place so it doesn't look weird; he's willing to bet that none of the others are angling to slip inside their woman though.

'You ready?' he murmurs, lips brushing her ear and the tip of his index finger beating a quick rhythm over her clit.

'You got me so hard.'

[justcallmefee]

"Slow," she whispers, and he can hear the tremor in her voice. Not fear, no, not at all. Pure lust. He knows when she gets like this, she wants to go slow so she doesn't miss a thing, wants to make it last as long as possible.

"Want you, caro."

She angles her hips to tempt him in, still moving in time with the music and the gentle push pull of his body.


"Want you so much."