disclaimer : i do not own the scarface universe or anything in it. but i congratulate oliver stone and brian depalma for that.

foreword : plot bunnies are strange things. it just came to me. i had to write this. tony/elvira is so damn good, i think that they needed a little bit more character/relationship study. this is the first in a three story series. Oh, and should my Spanish ever be less than perfect, please tell me and I will fix it.

Announcenment : I have decided, for the good of the world and the sake of good fanfiction, I shalt not be writing dialogue in specific dialect. Imagine character's voice accordingly. Thank you. lol.

Amantes y enemigos

Part 1 : January

It was January this month, but every month in Miami felt the same. It was always hot and wet, a climate of seduction, and northerners flocked there this time of year. They were every where, young New Yorker couples hooking up in the streets, pasty old lawyers trying not to burn in the sun, suburban families with nothing better to do. Elvira didn't begrudge them, if they chose to come here that was their problem, she just hated the way they seemed to take over the town.

Afternoon had rolled around already, and she caught a glance at her watch. 5:11 pm. There was a light rain begining to fall and it cooled her skin as she sipped her hard iced tea on the deck of a cafe. Packs of teenagers strolled down the street, grubby and insolent, destroying her peaceful day out with their hooting and commotion. Two Cuban men were walking down the sidewalk, close to the iron fence that closed in the cafe. They were young and handsome, but filthy from a day of hard work, and most likely on their way back to their job. Elvira took a moment to admire the one on the right, who was particularly good looking, short and thin, hazel eyed, maybe a bit like Tony.

She finished her tea off and threw some coins on the table as a tip, gathering her jacket over her shoulders and making her way out. It was already time to go home and see that lovely husband of hers, doing whatever it was he was usually doing, it being maybe blabbing on the phone or blowing all his supply up his nose.

The Porche was parked in back, and Elvira was still surprised he actually let her borrow it. She had her own car, and he had numerous ones now, but that one he was protective of. Perhaps because it was his first real car, or perhaps because of what it meant to their relationship, although she dismissed that thought, Tony would never be as sentimental as that.

She turned the ignition and in a few moments was on the road, the windows down, hot air flowing into the car. It was a beautiful day, but in a way every day was a beautiful day, and so Elvira took it for granted on this particular day. There was already too much on her mind.

As she drove she tried to keep her mind off one thing, but found it hard not too. Things at home had been strained since he was arrested. He was even more abrasive as his impending court date and five year incarceration seemed to inch closer and closer. Elvira sighed and took a drag on her cigarette, thinking about what exactly she was going to be doing with five years to herself.

Amid thoughts, Elvira had navigated back to the wrought iron gates she had left only an hour ago. She waved at the camera, and the gates swung open to an enclosed counterfeit paradise. The Porche swung around the driveway, and stopped in front of the front doors of the mansion. Elvira pulled the keys out and lazily got out of the car, removing her hat and smoothing down her hair, sighing to herself. There was much more on her mind today, much more in mind for Tony.

Ah, Tony, that pompous, cruel, beautiful bastard. Elvira begrudingly admitted to herself she was in love with him, in spite of all his flaws. Walking through the doors of her home, her only intention was to find her husband.

There was no sign of him, or anyone, in the foyer or on the stairs. She peeked around the corner and saw no one in the living room. Of course he wouldn't be there, he spent all his time in one place anymore.

Elvira sauntered to the door of the master bathroom, and lightly pushed it open so that he would not hear. The television was on, and from what she could see it was about tigers. That man and his tigers, she thought, staring in.

The top of a lean, tanned body was above the surface of the tub's bubbly water. Muscular arms were stretched accross the pavement of the ledge, and a head of black hair was bobbing back and forth, a tendril of smoke rising from in front of it. She chose to say nothing, but instead removed her heels and began to inch towards the tub.

Tony was talking to himself, and half humming to himself too. It was just a mish mash of rambling that she couldn't decipher, and it didn't help that he had a cigar stuffed in his mouth. Elvira creeped up behind him, and a few feet from him dropped to her hands and knees, crawling silently, like an animal, to him. He didn't suspect a thing until a soft, playful hand caressed the part of skin where the neck meets the hairline.

"Hey!" he yelled, startled, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Shh." she whispered, and moved forward, pressing her lips to the skin of his shoulder blade. She could feel him briefly tremble underneath of her, but as always it subsided, and he was macho again.

Her lips moved up his back, to his neck, nibbling it and then moving up higher to the base, her hands caressing his chest.

Tony turned around to face her, roughly kissing her, his hand on the back of her skull in her hair.

He pulled her into the tub, their lips not parting, the water splashing around her. She grabbed at his body, trying to grip on to him, but her hands merely slipped as she pulled at his soapy forearms. For a brief moment she slipped completely underwater, but was pulled back up, and just as soon his lips covered her's again, so she had no time for even a breath.

A rush of adrenaline hit her as she realized she was suffocating under him, the coming blur promising unconsciousness. His mouth was open wide over her's, almost devouring her, the taste of cigars and alcohol thick as he continued. She began to sputter under him, and she got lucky when he decided to turn his attention to the nape of her neck. She sucked in air with a gasp, all in time for him to bit down on her soft flesh. She gave a tiny yelp and managed to shove him off of her, pulling herself out of the tub, the water splashing loudly to the floor from her dress.

"Oh c'mon, baby, we haven't fucked in ages!" he screamed, and she turned around to look at him, wet with soap suds in his hair. She laughed and rung her hair out.

"Then you come up here, baby," she said, removing her dress and throwing it to the floor, before walking to their bedroom. Tony jumped out of the tub, only briefly wiping the excess water off his body, before bounding after her.

He flung open the bedroom door to find her with a towel around her waist, brushing her hair.

"What are you doing..." he started, grabbing her around the waist, ripping the towel from her body, "Don't pull away..."

He pressed his mouth over hers, and crushed their bodies together, unrelenting, for now he was a starving, needy man. Lifting her off the ground he threw her onto their bed, spreading her legs and hovering in front of her, looking down at her soft apathetic face.

"Elvira..." he muttered, his hands gripping her torso, plunging into her. He cried out, but she only reacted with a slight twist of her face, and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Tony latched his lips to the white flesh of her cheeks and neck, thrusting, feeling the rising sensation inside that always came, but unfortunately this time too soon.

For a short moment he forgot his problems, and he forgot who he was, or where he'd been or what he'd done. He came with a roar, gripping her hips and grinding her onto him. His mind went numb as he rolled back onto the bed. Elvira climbed atop him and moved a while longer until she too broke and collapsed.

The whole thing took less than five minutes.