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 groans again, in to her mouth, pressing his erection hard against her stomach and backing her to the wall. He's fast losing the will to hold back, though he really does want to; he can't stop his hands roaming all over her, just feeling her skin, keeping her held tight against him.

[justcallmefee]

The air goes out of her as she hits the wall, and the shock of cool tile against her back only makes the heat of his touch all the more intense. Her nails dig into his shoulders, reminding him he wanted to wait even as she's kissing him, devouring his mouth. He's got her pinned, his hands moving down her sides, squeezing her ass, massaging her breasts, and she's arching against him, clearly starving for the attention. The words catch in her throat, setting up an ache in her jaw that radiates through body in waves.

He won't leave. He gave her his word.

The mere thought makes her grip on him tighten.

[latino_menace]

God, she feels so good. He groans and fits himself between her legs, letting the rigid length of his cock press against her pussy, teasing himself with the heat and the ache and the so close.

But then he pulls back and steps away, keeping a foot or so distance between them, panting for breath and obviously struggling to control himself.

'Got to get out.'

[justcallmefee]

She gasps, whimpers as he pulls away, her hands still on his forearms, eyes wide.

"Yeah, okay?"

She's aching all over now, skin singing with need, wondering if she did something wrong.

[latino_menace]

'Yeah. Yeah, of course.'

He almost leans in to kiss her as reassurance but stops himself and just gestures at his leaking erection instead.

'Too much, that's all. Lets get out of here.'

[justcallmefee]

She gives him a crooked grin, not quite understanding, but trusting him. She's not sure if he's hurting, or if this is an exercise in self-restraint, one of those delicious games he likes to play from time to time.

"Sure." She shuts off the faucets and reaches for a towel, first for him and then for herself, wrapping herself up tight.

"Come on." She waits for him, making sure to keep her distance.

[latino_menace]

He dries himself off in under a minute, leaving his hair tousled and messy because he knows they'll be back in here soon enough.

'm'hungry. Feel like making pancakes?'

[justcallmefee]

"Sure," she drawls, moving to find a kimono to slip into, and something to clip her hair up off her neck. She can't keep her eyes from his reflection in the long mirrored doors the whole time.

She brushes passed him, tugging playfully at his towel. "Come on, you get to make the coffee while I make you pancakes."

[latino_menace]

'No problem.'

Pancakes take longer than coffee. Once he's ground the beans and flicked the machine on, all he has to do is sit and watch her. Which is, it has to be said, the main reason he requested pancakes in the first place. So that he can sit here at the breakfast bar, smoke a cigarette and watch her ass.

[justcallmefee]

She's not unaware of his plan, but truth be told, it's driving her out of her mind. She wants his hands on her, all over her. Wants to make up for a month's worth of lost time.

But she can wait a little longer, if that's what he needs. Her movements in the kitchen are efficient, and pancakes aren't exactly challenging fare. Wide green eyes steal glances at him as she gets whisks the batter, as she brushes the pan with butter, as she sets out the plates and utensils.

"How's the pain?"

[latino_menace]

'Bearable.'

His eyes are roaming her body, watching it shift under that kimono, noting the swing of her hips and the stretch of her back when she reaches into the overhead cupboards. He just likes torturing himself really, feeling the soft towel rub over the head of his hard cock as he forces himself to wait. She'll probably be able to tell that he's tense with this desire, she knows him well enough. But his face is calm, only his eyes and the way they move giving away what he wants.

[justcallmefee]

She meets his gaze, a small wicked smirk ghosting across her features before she turns back to the hot pan and pours the first batch. One side of her kimono slips down, exposing her shoulder.

"You're gonna give me a complex, I swear," she says, teasing.

[latino_menace]

'I'm going to give you a damn good fucking,' is his immediate retort, mentally biting down on the smooth skin of that shoulder. The image makes his eyes half-close and he can't help himself, he loosens the towel around his waist so he can rub his palm lightly over the head of his erection.

'But if you'd prefer to just have a complex, I suppose I could hold myself off.'

[justcallmefee]

She bares her teeth at him over her shoulder, just for a moment, still grinning.

"No need to be cruel. You know what I need," she drawls. She turns out the first batch onto a plate and slides them across to him, her expression softening a bit.

[latino_menace]

He looks down at them and covers himself up again. After a beat or two, his eyes flick up to her.

'Have we got any chocolate sauce?'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes widen a bit, and she swallows, licks her lips.

"Dunno. Lemme check."

She checks the fridge first, and then the pantry. There's a little noise of triumph as she finds what she's looking for.

"Chocolate cognac sauce do?" She returns with a squeeze bottle, again offering it to him from across the breakfast bar.

[latino_menace]

'Yeah.'

He takes it from her and eyes it a moment, then flicks his gaze to her.

...then upends it over his pancakes and takes a bite, smirking all the time.

'S'good.

You having some?'

He looks calm as anything, if a bit smug.

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes narrow and she moves back to the stove, shrugging the sleeve of her kimono back into place.

"Of course. Need to keep my strength up."

She pours another batch of pancakes before making them two cups of coffee, taking her damn time doctoring hers. She sets his down just a little to far away for him to reach without getting up.

[latino_menace]

'Damn right you do,' he murmurs, the smile evident in his voice.

He makes no move towards the coffee. Doesn't do a thing but eat his breakfast until her back's turned again and she's halfway through another batch. And then he gets up silently, bottle of sauce caught lazily in his fingers, walking up behind her.

'Mind you don't burn them,' he says quietly, a finger pulling the kimono back down her shoulder a little. 'I don't like burnt pancakes.'

Just a trickle of sauce. Just a line. But he takes his time licking it up, more excited by the tang of her skin that the stuff itself.

[justcallmefee]

Goosebumps flare along her shoulder the moment he steps behind her. She tips her head to the side, her breathing quickening, a flush of heat colouring her cheeks.

"Neither do I," she whispers. "And this is my batch."

She feels the cool stripe of the chocolate and she hisses, leaning back against him as he starts to lick. Every inch of her skin comes alive, and a low purr rises in her throat.

"You're evil."

Not that she's complaining, no, not at all.

[latino_menace]

'Been called that before, yeah.'

Not necessarily in this context, but he's happy with either.

A wandering hand finds where the kimono is clasped and he undoes it so he can find more skin, sliding it further down her back and letting long trails of chocolate find their way down the planes of her shoulder blades. His tongue follows soon after, fingers finding a nipple to tease, a small moan letting her know how much she turns him on.

[justcallmefee]

Her hands are still moving the pan, slipping the spatula under the pancakes and turning them one by one.

Her heart is racing, and she's breathing shallow. His hand at her breast draws a shudder up her spine, and she can feel the hard length of his cock against the curve of her hip.

She waits as long as she can before she clicks the heat off under the pan, and takes a half step away from the stove, letting her kimono slip down around her waist with a sigh. Her eyes close and her hand slips up to cover his.

[latino_menace]

As soon as she drops her kimono, he turns her around, moves her to the side so he can lean her against the worktop. He's smirking as he squeezes sauce down over her nipples, dropping a line down the centre of her stomach and letting it works it's own way downwards.

'Doesn't taste as sweet as you,' he murmurs, running his tongue along her lower lip before bending to lap at her tits, jerking himself off slowly as he does.

[justcallmefee]

Her hands weave in his hair, and a soft cry catches in the back of her throat at his words. She bites at his lips as he moves away, her hand fisting in his hair, moaning aloud as his mouth moves on her skin. The chocolate flows with the warmth of her skin, sticky sweet, contrasting with the heat and urgency of his kiss. Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and she feels him rocking gently against her.

Her hand skims down his bicep, down his forearm, touching his wrist, gently offering to take over for him.

"Let me..."

[latino_menace]

He nods and lets go of himself, aching, not taking his mouth off her for more time than it takes to switch from one breast to the other. He moans as he starts on the second, his fingers tweaking gently, but firmly over the one he's just left.

'I want you on my cock so bad,' he comes out with eventually, rocking into her hand, nipping at her with his lips.