This is an alternate evolving of their relationship ...enjoy.
Oh, and; disclaimer: Sands... is... someone else's.
A Stray Woman
Elicitation
When Red opened the door she found Sands perching on the drawer, gently swinging his legs. She halted in surprise, and smirked. "Found anything interesting?"
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Sands had walked to the drawer, located five steps slightly diagonally left, crossing the highway rug between kitchen and bathroom, starting from the base (aka bed). He was right, the drawer had materialized under is hands. He brushed around it, measuring. Too high, too small. This would be awkward. He heaved himself up from one of the sides, scrabbled and clung till he stood on his four, panting, leaning his side against the wall. How to continue? The endless emptiness intruded, but he still straighted his back, standing only on his knees, fingers scratching at the rough wooden wall. He eased forward so he could rocked back and move till he had his feet under him, slowly turning and pressing his back against the wall. Then he pushed upward with shaky legs, one hand above his head. He knew the room had to be spacey from the acoustic, so he wasn't much surprised when he didn't reach the roof. He lowered his hand and exclaimed "Fuck!" when he smacked his elbow into something hard. A beam, apparently. He avidly searched it, but found nothing. He searched for another beam, but nothing, again. Ah, fuck it. He sank down, mind blank, and waited for Red.
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"I want a smoke." Red halted and he sensed her steady gaze, the examination. Then she made an affirming sound and went for a chair. She placed it with a thud below his feet. It was hard to keep everything blank and still. Something was straining, fuck leashes; he opened his mouth. "I hurt my elbow."
He could feel her discard several answers, she settled for a simple "You did?" and, carefully not thinking, not thinking at all, mind perfectly balanced and still, she gingerly brushed his hand, saying "This one?" with a throat dry from anticipation. The only thing filling Red's head was the echo of her beating heart, speeding, quickening, dizzying her head. She knew what - but, oh - blankness, blankness. Sands was clenching his other hand, hard, but left his right slack, nodding slowly. Red traced fingers along his arm, swelling his ache, he could feel it trying to press out from his pores, since he insisted on keeping his mouth shut. They breathed together, and then, when Red put a hand on his tight, Sands dropped his head back, writhing, and Red was clenching, pulling, dragging him off, down, close. The chair tilted to the floor, banging, as his quick breath spun her head; with a spasm she charged, pressing into Sands, pressing him back, pulling in his hair, crashing into his lips with a blistering kiss, making his mind endless. Everything was weighting down, and Sands just opened his mouth, easing when her heat gushed through.
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A moan escaped him, all his senses overwhelmed by Red, compliant and open to every intrusion. She kept kissing his neck and Sands shuddered into her hot body, burying his face in her hair, writing, moaning, aching helplessly.
...fuck restrains.
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