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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.'

He's well used to sitting at home and waiting for news on how business has gone. It's been that way for a long time. This is different though, because this is Random out there and getting his hands dirty and while he knows that the man is good, it's still a worry.

So he's sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Scotch and impatient fingers tapping on the tabletop. He knows Mal did her bit and is fine. But what of Random?

Ramon had written the note before he'd headed to the club for the day. Now he's back and is rather surprised to not see Random on the beach or in the garden, because that's where he usually tends to be.

'Random?'

It's been a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. He'd done a few hours at the club this morning, then left through the bar so that time didn't run on and Trumped back to Portugal. Lunch with Random and then Random'd gone to the bar, which he doesn't do that often, these days. So Ramon hadn't objected being left to babysit. Just spent the afternoon with paperwork, ate leftovers for dinner and put Martin to bed about seven.

Now? There's a football match on TV and he's vegging in front of the game with a beer. Quite bored really and wanting Random back, but putting up with it. He's almost on the verge of dozing off actually.

Ramon has no idea where Random is this evening, but figures he must have gone to the bar. He's been ages though and he couldn't wait up any longer. Martin was fed - rather grumpily from both parties involved, it has to be said - and put to bed and eventually Ramon followed his example.

Sleep is a good thing, he thinks. He's not really counting on getting woken up.

Current Mood: sleepy

It's been so much better having Random staying nights at the bar. But it's not home anymore either and it's nice just to come back through the door to a place that's just theirs.

Ramon puts down the bag full of baby stuff he's carried through and holds the door open for Random.

'I think I want to get drunk tonight.'

He'd stayed down in the bar for as long as he could manage. To stay awake any longer would have required the drugs he'd brought with him (the ones sitting on the dresser right now, unopened), but he's been leary of using them in case this all gets resolved quickly and he can go home.

So he'd given in finally and crashed, just about managing to get his clothes off before passing out in bed. It's been good sleep - but now, as he drifts towards wakefulness, it seems to him that it's a little harder to breath than it was when he first came upstairs.

Eyes flicker open blearily, he blinks a few times...before realising that the source of the problem is a familiar head resting on his chest, breathing deeply. Ramon smiles and winds a hand into his hair as he lays his head back on the pillow. But he keeps his eyes on him, already feeling better for simply having him near. It seems a shame to try and wake him but he's curious as to what he's doing here.

'Random?'

Ramon enters from the bar, conspicuously not holding Hel's sword in his right hand. His left arm is kept close to his body to avoid opening up the slice across his shoulder. The cold has made it stiffen but he's not too bothered about it - the conversation with Gorlim is on his mind more.

And then the one with Asandir too. All in all, it hasn't been a day for good news or easy talks with old friends.

Ramon's keeping a tight hold on Random's arm as they enter their house. Because yeah, he doesn't want him falling and hurting himself right now. That would be very inconvenient.

'Tell me you're not going to pass out.'

The drive down yesterday had been quiet, but not awkward. They're rarely awkward with each other. The house, which Ramon hasn't seen in about forty years, is actually much as he remembers it - old, rambling, a little frayed around the edges. The front is reached by a long driveway edged by thick trees, the back opens up on to a beach. It's not a private one per say, but there are only five other houses in view along this back stretch and not many people in sight on the sand, despite the heat.

Things were unpacked and the evening had passed easily. Today, Ramon had gone for a long walk on his own, telling Random he needed some time. And now...now he's back and things are a little different. He doesn't want them to be but they are and he's terribly afraid that everything's about to be turned upside down.

But for the time being he just wants to relax, let this day wind down quietly. The midday heat is out in full force and he sighs with relief when he walks back over the cool flagstones of the kitchen, wondering idly where his lover is as he fills a glass of water.

Ramon is rather enjoying himself. It's been years since he's been to Portugal and quite a lot has changed. But that's irrelevant - all that matters right now is that it's hot and there's been a relaxing afternoon at their luxury hotel, a nice swim, a good dinner...and now he's ready to go out and have some fun.

'Ready yet Random?'

It's been a long few months. It's involved cells and fights and sons and torture and sex and crying and laughing and breaking and paperclips and love.

And despite all odds, they've made it through. Happy, intact and together. More together than ever really.

Ramon's eyes flicker open around seven, as they usually do. And he's got plans for this morning but for the moment, they can wait. He just wants to hold his lover and revel in them being wrapped round each other once more.

He'd asked for one day, where it was just them. No bar, no other people to bother them. Just one day where they could be together. There's still a possibility it'll be the last time.

Random had said to him that he should just tell him in the morning, whichever day he wanted. And now it's just after dawn and he's woken up and...he can't keep doing this. Putting it off

(I can go tomorrow, just one more day with him)

and putting it off - it'll still be there. There's no avoiding it...

...and it's time to go home.

But he'd asked for this day together, and Random had said yes - so this is it. Ramon lies on his back, his fingers playing through the blond hair of the head that has lain on his chest all night. And watches him in the pale early morning light because he loves doing that. And if he doesn't wake him up, then the day won't have started yet, not properly.

(Just one more day with him...)

There's been some rest, which is a good thing. it was needed. And some pottering about, not doing much of anything.

But things are still not right. Neither is sure that they were clear earlier and that doesn't make for a relaxed atmosphere. So they're both...around the house, doing...things. And not really talking about it, both lost in trying to work things out.

Sadly, up until this point, not with each other.

It's been a very boring two nights. And annoying too, in that while he tried to while away the time by reading or finalising things for the business in his head, his brain insisted on making him remember the last time he sat in this cell.

It's not that pleasant. Not claustrophbic, like Random gets. Just uncomfortable with the reminders.

But it's over now and he's in a jaunty mood as he walks free because there's home to go to and all other unpleasant things are locked out of his head until tomorrow. For now, and the rest of the day and night, he's just going to enjoy being with Random.

Ramon eyes the bike with a gleam in his eye, just because he wants to drive it. He does idly wonder why it's here though.

'Random, I thought you liked the plane. Trying to run away from it so soon?'

He's only teasing though, and lets himself get pulled to it easily enough. 'Where are we going? And more importantly, can I drive?'

Ramon grins as they walk back into the flat because...damn, Random hadn't been kidding about being tired. He's leaning on him as they walk through the front door and as soon as they get to the living room, he just flops onto the sofa with an exhausted sigh. He chuckles and leans over to kiss him lightly, then heads to the kitchen.

'You want a drink?'

The sleep had been dreamless. Unfortunately, being awake brought everything back.

Ramon opens his eyes slowly, unwilling to come back to a realiy that hurts so much. There's a moment of panic when he realises that Random isn't there with him because he can't deal with the idea of being alone right now. He sits up...and sees him, sitting on the end of the bed, looking like he hasn't slept at all.

He still can't find any words. Not after last night. He just reaches a hand for him and hopes he won't be turned away.