[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

The house in the Bahamas is still lacking in a few things, so she'd come back to make a pick up.  She's ticking off a list in her head when she sees him in the hallway, wandering like he's looking for something.  His knuckles are bloody, his eye half swollen shut, and he has one hand curled around his mid section, holding broken ribs no doubt.  He'

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[latino_menace]

He stops and turns his head towards her slightly, trying to make her out clearly through the injured eye.

Oh. Her again.

'What do you want?'

[latino_menace]

He ignores the question and eases himself upright, letting his hands rest loosely on his thighs so that no downward pressure is put on his side.

'Why are you doing this?'

[justcallmefee]

She reassembles the suture kit, wraps the needle in the paper and tosses it in the bin under the table. He can see her pulse hammering at her throat as she works, even though her hands are steady. She's rummaging through the aid kit and pulling out the tape.

"If you want me to tape those ribs, you have to take that shirt off. If you can't lift your arms, I can cut it off. You can borrow one of his." She falters, not looking back at him. "Yours."

[latino_menace]

'What's mine is mine,' he smirks, looking her up and down laciviously.

Oh yeah. If that's his, he wants it. He couldn't care less about getting his ribs taped but it'll get her hands on his body and give him the chance to show off his muscles. So he stands, making it look easy though his jaw tightens against another bright flash of pain and starts easing his arm out of the right sleeve so he can slip it over his head.

'You just want another look, admit it.'

[justcallmefee]

"Yeah, because black and blue hamburger turns me right on, oh yes," she drawls, shifting her weight to one hip as he strips down.

When he's done, she brusquely shifts his elbows up and out of the way.

"Does this hurt?"

Her fingers find the broken ribs unerringly.

[latino_menace]

He hisses and pulls away without meaning to, taken by surprise by the touch. And that, in turn, makes him scowl at her - not at the pain, just that she saw him react to it.

'Maybe playing nurse turns you on?'

The scowl melts to a grin and he leans back in, letting her touch him again.

'I'm sure we could find you a uniform and a lump that needs investigating.'

[justcallmefee]

Okay, that got a little bit of a grin, but she dips her chin trying to hide it.

She probes a little trying to see if there are any other ribs broken on the other side. Her hand smooths over his skin, lingering perhaps a little longer than they should.

And then she's ripping off a piece of tape and tearing it with her teeth.

"Take a deep breath for me."

[latino_menace]

He saw it and looks pleased with himself. He also doesn't miss how she touches him (even if she hadn't lingered, he'd imagine she had).

'How can I when I'm all breathless from looking at you?'

It's said sarcastically but not too much so. Mainly he's just trying to see what reactions he gets when he talks to her.

He takes the breath though.

[justcallmefee]

She catches the sarcasm, and reciprocates with her fingertips pressing the tape into place a little. Too. Firmly.

"Don't," she warns him. He doesn't know her well enough to play games with her heart.

She tears off another piece of tape and this one goes around to the back, over the broken ribs and up to his sternum. The pain should start to subside some as the movement is restricted.

There's a flush of colour in her cheeks, even though the smile has faded.

[latino_menace]

He winces imperceptibly and lets her do her thing, looking down at her the whole time, examining her face with his eyes.

When she's done taping him, he doesn't think twice, he puts his hands on her hips and pulls her in close to him.

'Don't what?'

No one ever really told Ramon it was impolite to touch without permission. And anyway, she kissed him first. It must mean she's up for it.

[justcallmefee]

She lets him, tossing the tape away over her shoulder and letting her arms settle around his neck, fingers toying in his hair. She doesn't lift her face to look in his eyes.

"Don't pretend like you know me."

She's all casual, but her heart is pounding. This is dangerous, dangerous territory.

[latino_menace]

'I didn't.'

He's encouraged by that embrace, those fingers. To him, this is a done deal.

'But you seem more than happy to pretend to know me.'

Knowing him thirty years older isn't the same, he thinks, as he leans down to kiss her. But he's more than happy to take advantage of the situation so he can have her.

[justcallmefee]

She pulls away, clearly pained to be doing so. He doesn't imagine her fingertips touching his cheek as she moves, stepping back to the aid kit, rearranging the contents rather forcefully and zipping it shut.

"You want to shower? You smell like a fighting pit."

She's not angry, she's just torn.

[latino_menace]

'You going to come with me?'

He smirks and moves in behind her, hands going back to her hips and pressing her butt against his groin.

'And how do you know what a pit smells like?'

[justcallmefee]

She draws in a breath, rocking back against him with a strength that might surprise him, but only for half a heartbeat. And then she's slipping away from him again, moving to put away the kit and get him a towel.

"My brothers used to fight. Seamus was the best bare knuckled fighter in Northern Ireland. Used to go and watch him fight, take notes on his opponents, collect his bets."

Even in Spanish, she sounds like Ireland and with the accent comes a shift in her whole carriage. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans her weight on one hip, looking at him like she can't decide whether to jump him or bloody his nose.

[latino_menace]

He raises his eyebrows, surprised - both at this information and the way she keeps moving away from him. He takes the towel though because while he's not as obsessive as he is when he's older, he still likes to be clean.

'My grandfather told me the Irish are peasants.'

He's unbuckling his jeans where he stands, not in the least bit bashful.