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

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[justcallmefee]

She blinks, smirks as she takes in his attire.

"I can get behind this idea," she drawls, her weight shifting to one hip.

"I have some surveillance equipment to pick up, anyway. You want to go dancing or something? Or just go drive around?"

[latino_menace]

'Anything, I don't care.'

He's already walking towards the door that leads to the bar.

'Come on.'

[justcallmefee]

"Hold on. Let me get my shopping list."

She dashes up stairs and comes back just as quick, with a set of keys and a sheaf of pages printed out from the net.

"Let's do this thing."

~~~

She opens her Door to Miami just as soon as theirs closes behind them. It opens on the same startlingly suburban little condo he's seen before.

"I, uh, acquired an Audi TT since the last time you were here. I haven't given it back yet. The guy left it in long term parking down at the airport for six months last time. I'm not even sure he knows it's gone."

[latino_menace]

'Then its his own fault if he gets it back with a few hundred extra miles on the clock.'

He's still moving, antsy as hell. A fast car sounds good about now and not for the first time, he considers buying a place here so he's got somewhere to store the fun toys.

'What did you need to buy?'

[justcallmefee]

"There's this guy I know, just got a shipment in from Dubai. He got his hands on some of the underwater surveillance equipment we were talking about? Now, he's Egyptian, so he thinks he can get me to pay, but I can talk him down. He's more bark than bite, really."

She pitches him the keys, and plucks at the front of his shirt.

"He's meeting me at the warehouse. Think you remember the way?"

[latino_menace]

'Yeah, I think so. Do you need money?'

The place is indelibly imprinted on his mind. Of course, he remembers the way. He slides into the car, adjusts the seat and guns the engine.

'Let's go.'

[justcallmefee]

"No I got it covered, thanks." She grins across at him, kicking off her shoes and stretching her legs out, feet on the dashboard.

"Go baby go," she drawls, sliding her shades down over her eyes.

[latino_menace]

And he does, tyres squealing and causing another car to have to swerve into the sidewalk. It's a glorious day and he slips his shades on as he hits the gas harder, accelerating on to the freeway.

[justcallmefee]

She laughs and shakes her head, one hand in her hair, the other snaking over onto his thigh. She fucking loves this convertible and she loves it when he drives like a maniac.

She has to shout over the wind.

"You know, you drive like this, it only gets me hot."

[latino_menace]

'No, I never realised that.'

He's laughing. He drives like this all the time but his foot is always heavier on the pedal when she's with him.

'I thought you hated driving.'

[justcallmefee]

"Oh I do," she grins. "But this isn't driving, is it? More like -- flying low."

She gives him cheeky wink, and wiggles her toes in the wind.

He pulls up even with a big Mustang full of kids here for Spring Break, and they all hoot and holler, pumping their fists in the air. The driver drops the Mustang into a lower gear, making it lurch forward.

"Oh please," she growls. "Show him how it's done, baby."

[latino_menace]

Ramon swivels his head slowly, eyeing the kid from behind his shades. He doesn't bother revving the machine, just plants his foot on the gas and leaves the Mustang in the dust.

'Assholes.'

He totally used to do that when he was on vacation as a teenager. Not that he ever went to Miami.

[justcallmefee]

Fiona's head tips back and she lets lose a war whoop, sliding sideways in the seat so her legs are sticking out into the breeze. Her hair falls across his shoulder, careful to not get in the way of his hand on the stick shift. But y'know, if he wanted to feel up her tits? They're right there.

She's grinning like a mad woman. "You remember the first time I brought you to the warehouse?"

[latino_menace]

'Of course.'

And of course he's going to feel up her tits. When does he ever not want to? His hand slides under her top and grasps her firmly, never taking his eyes off the road.

'It's a good warehouse.'

Nice memories of that place.

[justcallmefee]

He can feel her purr, can feel her press up into that touch.

"Yeah," she answers, closing her eyes, soaking in the sun and the wind.

"Do me a favour and try not to scare Farouk too bad, hmm? He's a good guy. He just likes to look like the big man. He doesn't take intimidation too well. He's a techy, not a player."

Her hand strokes higher along his inner thigh, the back of her knuckles grazing the crease of his thigh.

[latino_menace]

He glances at her, grinning like a shark, kneading her breast lightly in his hand.

'Don't I get to play with the kids now?'

He likes intimidating nerds. It's entertainment.