AN: I don't own Anything that has to do with Once Upon A Time In Mexico! So don't sue me!
Summary: Sands has another side to him...a romantic side. Here's the story behind the one he left behind the woman he loved...still loves.
Prologue
Agent Sands drummed his fingers on the table. She was late. Again. Once pissed him off but twice...in a week, hell. Why would she even bother in showing up? Sands looked over at the door of the restaurant. No one.
"Fuck" he muttered.
He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and started to dial her number. It rang a couple of times then her voice came on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Your late darling" he said. He heard her sigh.
"I know...I'm in traffic. You got us a table?"
"You know I do." He twirled his fork in between his fingers. "I believe your going to owe me big time for this."
She laughed. "What do you have in mind?"
He looked around to see if anyone was listening. "You and me tonight...your house" he smiled.
"Sounds good to me...you going to punish me or something?"
"Possibly. You up for it?"
"Do I have a choice?"
He chuckled, "No." There was silence. "You here yet?"
"Maybe" she said and hung up. Sands saw her stride up to the table.
She wore a short black dress with black stilettos.
"You wore that to work?" Sands was surprised no one jumped her.
"No!" she said sitting down across from him. "I changed at work."
"So you knew you were going to be late." She shrugged.
"I was fashionably late" she muttered picking up a menu.
"Sarah" he pulled the menu down so he could see her face. "Call me next time; you know how I hate it when people are late."
"I know I'm sorry. Forgive me" she stuck out her bottom lip.
"How could I not" he let go of the menu so she could look at it.
They ordered their food when the waitress came. Sarah looked at Sands; he wore a t-shirt and some black pants.
"I love your outfit" she smiled.
"It's the new fad. So shoot me" he reached over and put his hand over hers. "You look nice though."
"Nice?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't wear the little black dress just to look nice Sheldon."
"Sorry...don't call me Sheldon, pumpkin" he said with a smile.
"I might just go home by myself tonight" she said. His smile faded.
"You look gorgeous, wonderful, you take my breath away" he said trying to compliment her.
"Much better...don't call me pumpkin" she glared. "Anything else but that."
"Alright no Sheldon and no pumpkin deal" he said.
Their dinner came and they sat in silence as they ate.
"You got work tomorrow?" Sarah asked, taking another sip she watched him swallow his chicken.
"Don't I always?"
"But tomorrows' Saturday" she placed her hands in her lap.
"I know what tomorrow is. I can't help that I have to go in. You would if it was your job" he said.
"Like hell I would. I'd quit."
"Yeah well I'm not one of those people who quit. They'd have to fire me" he sat back into his chair.
"For once I'd like to sleep with you and wake up with you" she said taking another bite of salad.
"I wake up to you every time."
"Don't be smart Sands" Sarah's blue eyes burned into his.
He put his hands up in an 'I give up' gesture.
"Sorry babe" he paid and got up out of his seat.
He followed her to her car. She opened the door; she turned to him before she got in.
"You following me to my house?"
"Yeah" he said.
He kissed her on the cheek and walked off to his car. Sands followed behind her red car. He parked the car in front of her house and got out. She opened the door waiting for him to go in. Sands past her and stepped into her house. Sarah shut the door and took off her purse and hung it up.
"Upstairs" she said and ran up the steps...well as fast as her shoes would let her.
She took off each shoe throwing them into the closet. Sands took off his shoes too and walked over to her. He put on Frank Sinatra's The way you look tonight.
"Our song" she said laying her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed with the music. She smiled up at him; he lowered his lips to hers and gave her a sweet kiss.
The song ended and Sum 41 Fat Lip came on. She laughed at her mix CD songs. He smiled.
"I love this song" he said kissing her.
Their blood was rushing with the song. He lifted up his shirt; she ran her hands over his chest. She kissed him in urgency. He lifted her dress lightly over her head and tossed it to the side. She pressed into him as he wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck and making his way down to her collar bone.
Suddenly he lifted her up and placed her on the bed where she landed on her knees at the edge. Sarah unclasped the bra, taking it off and throwing it over her shoulder with a smile. He kissed and licked his way down to her breasts, where he took on into his mouth.
Sarah held his head there, thoroughly enjoying the sensation his sucking and licking was doing to her. Sands put a knee on the bed pulling her under him. He shed her and himself of the rest of the clothing.
His hand reached the satiny warmth of her woman's flesh. He stuck one finger into her then another. She shuddered and arched against his hand, wanting more. He removed them and replaced his fingers with his shaft.
Sarah moaned as he entered her causing her to arch up into him. Their movements where in rhythm. He moved her hips so she could take in more of her. She wrapped her legs around him. Sands kissed her nose and plunged into her. She shuddered with her release. He soon came with her, into her.
Sarah couldn't move, could still scarcely breathe some time later when his ragged panting calmed and he stroked her dewy face, nuzzling her dampened hair from her ear to kiss it.
She turned her face to his and getting lost in the loving glow of his expression. His lips were swollen, he was beautiful, arousing. She kissed him once more. Sands withdrew and settled on the side of the bed, he pulled up the comforter around them.
"I love you Sheldon Jeffery Sands" she said looking into his eyes.
"And I love you..."he looked away.
"What's wrong Sands?" Her voice was unsure.
"I have to leave."
"Tomorrow yes I know. But I'll see you tomorrow night."
"No Sarah, I have to go on a mission in Mexico." He looked back at her. Regret in his brown eyes.
He pushed aside a piece of dirty blonde hair hanging in her face. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
"Don't cry please Sarah" he begged.
"Don't cry? What the hell Sands. How long?"
"How long for what?"
"How long are you staying in Mexico?" She was upset...beyond upset.
"Months...I'm not sure. As long as it takes to overthrow a government" he said.
She sighed, "Fine." She turned over so her back faced him.
"Come on Sarah don't be like that."
"Be like what?"
"Fucking shit Sarah. I don't want you to be mad at me! I don't have a fucking choice!"
"You do Sands; your choice is to go. You could stay here and live with me raise a family but that's not enough for you. You can't stay here and be happy...with me."
"Sarah" he stopped. She was right, she right about everything.
He could live here with her, raise a couple of kids. Live happy instead of going all over the place for the bloody CIA. And what does he get out of all of this? Money.
"Sarah try to understand..."
"Understand that you're going to Mexico and you don't even know when you're coming back? What I am supposed to do while you're gone?"
"Wait for me."
"I have been waiting for you Sands. If I don't wake up to you tomorrow I'll know your decision. Good night."
"Goodnight Sarah" he place a kiss on her shoulder.
Sarah groaned and rolled over; she opened her eyes to see Sands wasn't there. Sarah sat up quickly and got out of the bed. She walked into the bathroom to take a shower and when she got out she would spend the whole day crying because she knew Sands went to Mexico.
She got dressed and smelled coffee. 'He probably made coffee before he left.' She thought as she walked into the kitchen.
She stopped dead in her tracks; there sat at the table was Sands. Reading a newspaper. He looked up and smiled at her, she returned the smile and he got up and walked over to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you Sands" she said.
"You know I still have to leave?"
"Yeah I figured as much but at least you stayed until the morning came."
"I'll miss you" he said squeezing her closer. "I love you so fucking much it hurts."
Tears streamed down her face. "You have to go pack you can't miss your flight."
"Fuck my flight" he said kissing the top of her head.
"You have to leave. Go" she pushed on him. "Go on and go. Just fucking go" she said walking over to the door and opening it.
"I'll come back" he said. "For you."
"I'll be waiting for you" she said. They shared a kiss; she stared in those deep brown eyes.
"Go on and go" she booted him out. He gave her a smile and went down the porch stairs.
That was last time she saw him until he showed up at her door...a couple months late with no eyes.
AN: I'm going to write more to it than that...its going to be a story...it should be good...so go on and review!
