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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[justcallmefee]

She's wearing an oversized tshirt to sleep in, attempting some kind of propriety. His hands are warm on her skin. She sighs, feeling his body align with hers, feeling those soft kisses and assuming she's dreaming.

It's those hot kisses trailing down her throat, and the feel of his mouth on her breast that brings her awake with a low hiss. Her hands weave in his hair.

"Caro, don't tease. Please."

And that's when she feels the hard length of him against her thigh. A jolt of arousal goes through her like electricity.

"Is it...? Are you...?"