OOM: Finally.

[latino_menace]

It has been a long month. A long, boring month of healing and don't touch and being forced to exercise some self-restraint. He's spiked his drinks, taken drugs and painkillers and lately, those pills that Fi got from bar. They seemed to do the trick but left a problem - if his body literally can't respond to desire, how will he know when it's fixed?

He's so bored of waiting. And everything looks practically normal. So after that conversation on the beach and the lazy, intimate day that followed he decided to risk it. If he wakes up hurting, fine, he'll give it a bit longer.

He wakes up...hurting. But not much, not much at all. It's the middle of the night, pitch black because there's no natural light on an island in the middle of the sea, no sound but the waves hitting the beach below them. He's drowsy and hasn't opened his eyes but then, he doesn't have to to know what roused him from sleep.

It aches. But he doesn't know if that's because of the injury or because he's so hard he could hammer nails with his cock. He does know that it doesn't hurt enough to stop him and without even thinking about it, he's turning, sliding a leg between Fiona's and kissing her neck, her jaw, collarbone, chest; small, wet, open-mouthed kisses that are as gentle as they are insistent.

'Fi.'

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[latino_menace]

He's more than happy to just sit like this, still buried in her, letting the sensation diminish in its own time, no hurrying it along. They have all the time in the world today, always, just to enjoy each other and revel in this that they've been denied for so long.

When he looks up at her and leans in for a kiss, his eyes are unguarded and soft, something that only really happens here, like this. He's not aware of it though, just presses his lips to hers softly and slowly.

[justcallmefee]

Deeper and deeper she sinks, first into that soft gaze and then into equally soft kisses. She breathes deep, gives herself over to that wash of emotion, closing her eyes to hide the sheen it brings.

It wasn't ever supposed to be like this between them, but she wouldn't change it for the world on a gilded platter. She never thought she would be strong enough to love someone with the same intensity that she loved Michael. But he asks, and she reaches, gives herself fully, without fear or reservation. He makes her feel alive.

Weak hands comb through his hair, trail down his jaw, stroking his skin. Gently, she pulls away, eases them down to the bed, nose to nose, still breathing his breath.

[latino_menace]

He smiles lightly, holds her to his chest as they sink back, relaxing completely.

'Didn't hurt you?'

He doesn't want to hurt her.

[justcallmefee]

"No."

She aches, yes, but then pain has always meant something different to Fiona. Her hand brushes over his mouth again, and she leans in for another soft kiss, slow and sweet.

He promised.




He promised.