"Where did you get this one?"
Her fingernails gently grazed through the shorter hair by his temple, tracing the long silvery scar that crossed onto his cheekbone.
"This one?" His voice was deep and sleepy. They were lying tangled together in the gaudy fuscia sheets of the White Buffalo suite, slowed and soothed in their post-coital haze.
"I got it in training when I was like-" He let out a puff of air as he paused in thought, his hand reached up and his long fingers tangled with hers aside his face. "Must've been like seven or eight. My dad was trying to get me to bend projectiles being thrown at me, not that I was throwing myself. Which was a lot harder."
"Kind of like the bullet thing you did in Dallas?" She asked and a slow smile crossed her face. "That was pretty sexy by the way. I was really mad and trying to kill you and your whole family at the time but... objectively, still. Pretty fucking hot."
Diego chuckled, thankfully skipping over the past murder attempts as easily as she did. "That's the first time I actually pulled it off properly, y'know."
"Really?"
"To that degree. It's difficult when you're not controlling the momentum or whatever. I'd gotten like a couple at a time before but-... Anyway, so my dad threw a bunch of blades at me, and I couldn't get all of them and one ended up hitting me in the face. Bled like a motherfucker. All over the persian carpet. It took Mom ages to stitch me back up. And I'm not really a big fan of needles, so that sucked."
"Shit." After a contemplative pause, Lila leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheekbone where the scar ended. Then lifted and moved lower down his body. Diego chuckled as he realised where she was headed. "So what I'm hearing is- that this wasn't the first time your dad shanked you then?" She kissed the scar in question on his upper abdomen slowly and gently. Diego flinched a little as if he was ticklish - she noted for later. "Not sure why you made such a big deal of it at the time then."
"Didn't think that one counted as an intentional shanking, per se. Thank God this one's healed now. I thought for sure it'd go septic from your shoddy gluegun work."
Lila perched her chin on his sternum, and he looked down at her with an affectionate smirk. This was only the second time they'd been intimately together like this, but just like the first it felt natural and easy. Easier than it should be.
She had come back to this timeline to see him. Yes, maybe to mess with him a little bit. Her less-than-honest prank with Stan aside, what she really wanted to know was if he had missed her like she had missed him. If he still wanted her, even knowing what he did about her now. Whether or not the chemistry and connection they had in 1964 Dallas was real, or just a part of the con she had fabricated for herself. And - in the end - if he would still want her and the secret pregnancy she was too afraid to speak of.
Seeing him connect with Stan had unexpected lit a spark in her. Perhaps it was hormones, but seeing her baby daddy be a good dad to their fake kid was a real turn on. The decision to seduce him was a spontaneous, but almost inevitable one.
Diego was still looking at her with his stupid brown eyes. The intense and prolonged eye contact was starting to feel more intimate than Lila could stand. It felt almost as if he could see through her, read her thoughts. She cleared her throat lightly and scooted back up until she was face to face with him again.
"What about this one?" She brought them back on topic by lightly tracing a small scar that ran through his left brow.
"Oh. Fell of a bicycle."
"Really?"
"No." His laugh was low and she could feel it rumble in his chest against her. "A robber hit me with a brick to the face during an Academy mission when we were twelve. Sorry I don't have any normal stories."
"That's okay. I never thought I'd meet anyone with as fucked up a childhood as me." She sat up beside beside him, throwing the sheets off of them. He openly ogled her legs as she twisted them into a crossed position, and reached over and casually ran his hands over her calf once she'd settled. "See here? This one?" She pointed to a faded stellate scar along the inside of her lower leg. "Gunshot wound."
"What?"
"Yup." She giggled softly. His touch running up towards the scar was making her feel giddy and girlish. "My mom would fire a machine gun over the fitness course - so I'd have to, you know, dodge the bullets and navigate the obstacles at the same time. I didn't time it right, and got caught by a bullet in the leg."
"How old were you?"
When she looked up at his moon-illuminated face, gone was the playfulness he had when discussing his own scars and injuries. Instead concern was etched deeply on his face.
"I dunno. Preteen age I guess. Maybe thirteen or fourteen." She lifted his gaze with two fingers under his chin, smiling cheekily. "Don't fret, love. I'm all healed up now."
"I'm sorry that happened to you, Lila." He sounded so sincere she couldn't stand it.
All she knew to do was deflect, so she put on a mocking grumpy face. "So serious."
But his expression didn't change. Finally relenting, she let her forehead drop against his with a sigh. Their noses brushed gently as they shared a few breathes. Lila was not used to this closeness and quietness, and she expected to feel unsafe with this vulnerability - but surprisingly she just felt understood.
"Ditto." She whispered, barely audible. She kissed him slowly, communicating what she couldn't in words.
Quickly the kiss started to deepen and they fell back into the mattress together. Lila let herself enjoy the goosebumps spreading over her skin as Diego's hands skimmed over her thighs in the cool evening air. She allowed herself to luxuriously run her fingers through his newly cut shorter hair, feeling it prickle against her palms. She let him roll them over, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed and worried the skin at the crook of her neck, then upwards behind her ear and then down to her clavicle. She let herself moan and purr without shyness as his fingers moved lower to gently caress her, tease her and delve inside of her.
This was unlike the other times, which had felt urgent with intensity. Diego's movements were unrushed, deliberate and purposeful. His lips kept returning to hers with deep kisses while his fingers worked, his thumb drawing slow circles around her clit while his index and middle finger beckoned her orgasm closer inside of her. At the same time she could feel him hard and hot again, against her inner thigh. Despite the slower pace, she came suddenly, unexpectedly and more quickly than any time before. She was trembling into his hand as he extracted his fingers and he cupped her with his palm for a few moments longer as she came down, panting.
"Fuck." She breathed, kissing him again. "Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck."
He chuckled real low. "Good?"
She nodded, then sat herself up on her elbows. "Your turn?"
He happily let her flip them and she straddled over his legs. She kissed her way down his taut abdomen, tasting the sweat on his skin. When she got to her destination she looked up and Diego's eyes were fixed on her. His gaze were dark and clouded with lust. She crooked an eyebrow playfully and smiled, before taking him deeply into her mouth. She heard him groan loudly, his head hitting the pillow. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he mumbled incoherent words of encouragement and happiness.
Some minutes later she felt him tug on her hair and whisper her name to get her attention. "Turn around." He commanded huskily.
"Huh?"
She let him turn her with ease and pull her hips up towards him, realizing what he wanted only as he got her into place. She bent down at the waist and continued her efforts with her mouth as he positioned herself over his face. His hands held onto her firmly as he started licking her. A strangled moan escaped as she sucked him, and he returned the favour eagerly.
She was losing control quickly like this, grinding herself against his mouth. As erotic as it was, she knew neither of them would last much longer like this and she wanted to feel him inside her once more tonight.
After several moments she sat up, releasing him, and moved her hips back down his body. Behind her, Diego made a noise of protest.
"Don't worry, you'll like this." She looked back over her shoulder. He was smiling stupidly up at her, like a fool in love. She banished the thought the moment it came up, and instead focused on guiding his cock to her entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.
She threw her head back in pleasure as she rode him, taking on the languid pace of before. It was easier and more comfortable this time round, their earlier exploits having primed her.
Diego sat up behind her and wound his arms around her torso to hold her, his chest against her back. He caressed her breasts with both hands, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and sucking on a patch of skin there. She ground her hips in small circles against him, turning her head back to catch his lips in a fiery kiss.
All too soon, their slow movements became ever more erratic and spasmodic. He came with a shudder inside her, biting onto her lower lip. As he came down he sucked on the bite wound apologetically.
Panting and with beads of sweat running down her forehead, she leaned back against his chest. "Good?" She echoed his earlier words with a smirk.
"Amazing." He breathed out.
After a few moments they untangled slowly. Diego found the discarded sheet bunched up by the foot of the bed and tossed it out over them. She lay on her back, still sensitive and buzzing, and he nestled up to her side with his head resting on her shoulder. They seemed to fall so easily into these intimate positions, like they had been lovers for ages. It didn't take long before Lila felt Diego's breath slowing and evening out as he fell asleep.
Although there were still many unanswered questions taunting Lila, she closed her eyes and allowed them to quiet. For now she was warm in his bed, and she could continue pretending things were not so complicated for the rest of the night. If she knew nothing else, then she at least knew that Diego still wanted her and that what she had felt in Dallas was real. The rest they could figure out later. She fell into sleep more content than she had been in weeks.