Fiona's got an armful of what looks like filthy rags and American style football pads, and the smell is unique, to say the least.  She dumps them on the foot of the bed, and heads for the wardrobe, rummaging around for a pair of boots to match.

She's stopped back by her room to pick up a few things on her way out, and to let Ramon know she's going ( Read more... )

She's still smiling when she drifts awake.  Every inch of her body feels like she ran a marathon.  She's thirsty and achy and absolutely sated.  The morning sun filters through the curtains and she turns her head just enough to watch him sleeping ( Read more... )

Ramon had spent a week in the cells, and she'd visited him every day.  Security had let her through the barrier to check on him, but only for a few minutes.  It'd been enough to see to it that he had enough pills to keep him set.  And a book or seven.  (She knows he likes to read, even if he'd never admit it out loud ( Read more... )

Fiona convinced him to come back to the island for the jacuzzi if nothing else.  Mostly she just wanted to get out of that stuffy little room where they kept stepping on each other all day.

She hasn't slept well since he got injured.  She's beginning to realise just how much she relies on him to wear her out so she can sleep.  She goes running ( Read more... )

She comes back to the room with a box under one arm and a bag under the other.  She's wearing a white turtleneck and tan trousers over black riding boots.  Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and she's actually wearing glasses.  She heads for the kitchen, not even bothering to drop the box or bag.

She comes back out a moment later, empty- ( Read more... )

[ after this ]

He sleeps for a couple of hours and when he wakes up, his mental inventory tells him that a) the painkillers that doctor gave him must be still doing their job and b) the injury doesn't feel so...tight. A glance at it confirms the feeling, the swelling has gone down considerably.

'What happened?' he mumbles, a little disorientated ( Read more... )

[ after this ]

Fiona dozes off and on, waiting for him to wake up.  The rats brought up the ice she requested, and she put it away in the freezer.  She puttered around, cleaning up his clothes, tidying aimlessly before she comes back to lay down beside him.

She still thinks he should see a doctor, but it's not her call to make.  Maybe she could get ( Read more... )

[ cont'd from here ]

She lets herself back into the bar, one last long look over her shoulder.   The ache in her chest is a cold lead weight.  Lack of sleep and the adrenaline crash make every joint in her body complain.

For a moment, she considers going back to Miami.  But Michael is still fixated on Carla and has no time to deal with her little ( Read more... )

El carino que te tengo, yo te no lo puedo negar.  The love I have for you, I cannot deny.
Se me sale la babita, yo no lo puedo evitar.  My mouth is watering, I just can't help myself.

[ lyrics Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club ]

She comes back from her trip to the bar and drops the bag she's carrying on the couch.  She heads straight for the bar, ( Read more... )

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' ( Read more... )