Chapter 21

Authors Note: I apologize for making you wait so long for this chapter. It's just that I had it written down on paper and it seems that the paper's blown off somewhere because it's nowhere to be found. Darn it! So now I have to write it all over again and you writers know how frustrating that is. To have to write something that was so good, at least in our opinion, then having to construct it all over again knowing it will never be as good as the first...

Authors Note 2: This is where the rating R comes from. I'm sorry for any of you who don't like... descriptive... chapters. muhahaha

Sable browsed through the channels on her television wanting to really flip Sands and Arnoldo off for not informing her about his training session. There was nothing on, two hundred and eleven channels of absolutely nothing.

If she didn't know better she would say that she missed him. That was impossible, the sleeping draught must have affected her brain. She felt a lot better now, Sands made sure of that before he left the hastily written letter on the table cryptically explaining where he was.

A noise from her bedroom caught her attention, she took a gun off the table on her way to investigate what it was. It probably was just the air conditioner going on again or some other nonsense like that, but better safe than dead.

"Freeze," she kicked the door open and trained the gun ready to target anything that moved.

"Are you trying to give me a boner?" Sands drawled lazily from where he put his guns on the dresser. He had come quietly in through the back way, the doors didn't creak and only he knew how to tell if it opened or not when he was inside. Sable wouldn't have heard the faint scratching on the floor.

"I might be," she replied. "Where the hell have you been!"

"I left the note..."

"Gone out, be back in a few days," she quoted. "You call that a note?"

She had found the note taped to the bathroom mirror. Written in ballpoint pen, the words were written straight across the plain white paper. She'd remained calm knowing that if Sands were to have gone somewhere, one of the CIA would have picked him up. He may be confident to the point of recklessness, but even he would hesitate before driving a car. She had hoped, at any rate.

"Yup," Sands grinned. "Going to welcome me back home?"

"I'll give you a welcome you'll never forget." She laughed wickedly tackling him to the bed.

"I see someone missed me," he used his elbows to move backwards so she straddled his waist. His body hurt, his arms ached, but all of it was forgotten as he felt her kneeling over him.

"Nope, not really." No words were said for the next few minutes, she was busy getting the shirt over his head. He was lean, tanned, toned, the scars accentuated his masculinity. She was careful not to let her skin touch the healing wounds on his stomach and chest. He didn't seem to notice them so keen was he on unclasping her bra. "I'm going to make you swear to never do that to me again."

"I haven't done anything to you." Sands objected tossing the bit of red fabric into a corner of the room, "yet."

"I want details..." she rocked her hips slightly and felt him shudder, "...next time."

"I'll consider it," Sands said hoping she wouldn't do that again, yet knowing he'd die if she didn't. He wanted his pants off, wanted to feel the heat of her skin with no barriers between them.

"Or an in-person explanation," she shifted when her shirt missed the floor and she had to physically reach over him to hurl it off the bed. "Savvy?"

"My suggestion to you is..." he unbuttoned his ripped jeans and grit his teeth as he raised his hips to slide them down past his waist. He was supporting most of her weight now and slight as it was all of the pressure was on a certain, growing, part of his body. "Stop farting around, sugarbutt."

"That name again," she arched a brow and captured his arms in hers to prevent him from undoing her pants as well. "Who's going to win this, Sands? Me or you."

He restrained a groan and bucked upwards succeeding in making his jeans slide down another few inches. She drew in a ragged breath and pressed her thighs even closer around his so there was no hope of him trying that again. She was going to be the victor in this round.

"I don't lose easily." Sands took hold of her hips and started a slow rhythm that he knew would drive her insane. He bit her lightly and grinned when her grip on his arms slackened.

She forced her mind to clear not wanting to give in so soon. What had happened to her confidence in winning? She hadn't given up yet, she remembered the sensitive place on Sands' shoulder and raked her nails firmly across the spot.

His breath expelled from his lungs, she wanted to play dirty, did she? He lifted his hips three times, slowly, sinuously, and then abruptly stopped leaving her waiting for an end to the torment. A few minutes later he repeated the motion and gained the upper hand.

She was new to pleasure, Sands had learned her body's reactions and manipulated them unmercifully. They both enjoyed a little pain with their pleasure, he bit her neck and her back arched, she dug her nails into his shoulders and he gasped.

He braced himself wrapping his arms around her waist before deftly flipping her onto her back. He held her hips immobile as his legs pinned her lower body.

"I win," he whispered into her ear.

"Not by a long shot." She trailed a hand lazily across the unmarred parts of his stomach and lapped at the place directly over his heart. She blew cool and hot breath keeping him distracted while trailing her hair across his skin.

Sable traced the contours of his hipbones laughing when he shivered. She played with the waistband of his boxers never going below the elastic. There was no denying how badly he wanted her, she could see the proof straining against the fabric.

She cupped him in her hand watching as he threw his head back, Sable agiley shimmied out from under him while he was revelling in the sensation of her hand caressing him.

"What the-"he twisted around and she nipped his bottom lip laughing.

"No," she wrapped her long legs around his waist and kissed him deeply again. "Tie game."

"I'll agree to that." He said hoarsely as he felt her tensing muscles he'd never felt before.

He had always been the dominant one, moving her around the bed, changing their positions. Tonight she wanted to be the one on top, wanted to watch as he strained under her, wanted to push his control to the edge until he cried out.

"Mmm..." Sable slipped off her pants sliding around his waist until he was all but senseless. He wanted her, now, no more games. She was ready for him, he could feel it, and as she sank down onto him he grabbed the headboard and let her ride him for all she was worth.

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"Yeah, Sable here," she answered the phone while making herself a sandwich. Sands was sleeping fitfully still, after their power play from the night before. She smiled seeing the bruises on her hips, the mark he'd left on her neck.

"Sable, good to see your feeling better," Arnoldo said pleased that his prediction was right.

"Yea, I'm pretty glad, too. What's up?"

"New information on the kidnapper. Can you and Sands come in?"

"Sure," so much for going back to sleep.

"Alright, see you in an hour," he hung up and so did she. She stalled for as long as she could making him a sandwich and packing beer into a bag. Then she went to wake him up.

"Sands?" She called his name loudly knowing better than to touch him when he was this fast asleep.

"What? What happened," he jerked awake used to the same darkness waking up as when he slept. It was better now, he no longer panicked or woke up sweating and disoriented.

"Arnoldo called, he's got more about the kidnapper."

"Great," he pulled on a fresh pair of faded black bootlegged cut pants and a black t-shirt. The sunglasses were still on, he refused to take them off even though she had seen him without them.

Sable was already dressed similarly to him, only where he had a black shirt, hers was black with a long sleeved red shirt underneath. Her hair was down, it was always down she hated it any other way.

She followed his lead walking again where he did down the driveway. She relaxed once they got to her car and when they were situated inside she handed him the bag.

"Thought of everything, didn't you," he said gratefully as he wolfed the sandwich down and savored the beer.

"I should have made two."

"Don't worry bout it," Sands shrugged. "You brought beer and tequila?"

"Of course."

"See. No worries." He reached into the bag and uncorked the half bottle of tequila and drank deeply. "Damn I missed this."

Authors Note: And I end the chapter there because I need to go and write two essays. I'll try and update again later today!