0 comments/ 19249 views/ 0 favorites Castille de la Luna: With Kiefer By: BardsLady Authors Notes: Here it is, the newest installment of my Fanfic. I hope this one is as good as the first one and that everyone will enjoy it. As always, please, if you like it and want more, feel free to ask for more and vote for it. Thanks to those of you who did e-mail asking for more. It was much appreciated. I also want to thank my Mom for letting me pick her brain on the subject of Andalusian horses. bards lady Every morning since I woke up from that deliciously wicked night with Kiefer Sutherland, I had been hounded by the tabloid reporters wherever I went, be it to the grocery store or just outside to check on my bike. They knew they didn't dare pull any cute stunts as I had already cost several their jobs by getting photos of them doing illegal crap to my landlords property and handing them over to the appropriate Authorities. Hey, they're paid to get the stories, no matter what, not become the topic of the story. Yeah, it's good to know what they're up to. But it was really becoming a pain in the ass to work. I couldn't do my nightly shoots of murals without someone showing up to scare off the artist. Frustrated, I finally holed up in my apartment and only came out when necessary. When my manager called a week later and said he wanted to see me, now, I had no choice but to go down and see what the guy wanted. I had a bad feeling about this all the way around. But if I wanted to get paid, I had to go and see what Fred wanted, Fred being my manager/best friend/guy that gets me the juiciest assignments for the best prices. This assignment? Go to Barcelona and do a photo shoot on the Andalusian horses that a Mr. Raoul Cordoba had out on his ranch just outside the city. Double the usual fee if I can get a good photograph of a Black Andalusian stallion. Right. Looking up the breed on the internet, I discovered that that particular color is rare for that type of horse. Ah well. Even if I just get the regular photo spread, my employer was footing all the expenses for my trip. Including the food, lodging, and any other expenses. An hour after I walked out of the office, I was on the first plane to Spain. First class even. The job was an ASAP and the tickets were made for me to leave the moment I accepted the job. I'm used to rush jobs and was prepped. I actually had bags for this sort of thing. Open, toss in stuff, and go . Except for my digital camera, my laptop, and some entertainment CD's, the rest was in the hold of the plane. Two days later, I walked out of customs at Barcelona's Airport. Much to my surprise, all my stuff made it, intact. The shocker was the Chauffeur waiting just outside the entrance with a placard that had my name on it. An equally pleasant shock came as I was escorted to the penthouse condo style hotel room that I had all to myself. A Jaccuzzi, an olympic *to me, that is* sized bathtub and all the amenities that anyone could ever want. I was thinking to myself, 'What am I? a pampered spoiled Princess?' To that I merely smiled and answered, out loud, "No, but I'm working on it." I ignored the questioning look of the bellboy and glanced around the main room. Awaiting me was a good dinner for one and an invitation from Mr. Cordoba to join him at his estate in three days. The moment I was alone, I used my cel phone to call Kiefer and tell him what was up, just in case. I wasn't too surprised to get an automated voice mail. In my mind my rational thought was, "Geeze, it was a one night stand, he probably doesn't even remember me." but my hand strayed to the locket around my neck and my irrational mind just laughed softly, presenting my mind with images of that night under the full moon. This sweet torment elicited a groan from my lips. I yawned as jet lag set in. So I ate, took a shower, and slipped nude into the Jaccuzi to ease my tense and travel exhausted body. As the bubbles started to caress my skin, teasing my nipples with the fizz, I sat back and relaxed, letting the jets of warm water pummel and caress my skin. My eyes closed and fantasized that it was Kiefer's fingers massaging my skin. The water jets felt like his lips pressing against the base of my neck. Groaning, I shifted restlessly in the water, gripping the marbled sides as I moved nearer to one of the jets. In my minds eye, it was Kiefer's body I saw angling itself to thrust his hard cock into my waiting pussy. It was his well-muscled body working my own into a fevered pitch. Just then the power jets thrust open my outer lips and rammed it's own power inside to pummel my clit. It was almost like a deep seated thrust of a hard cock. I was rocked to a massive orgasm by a jaccuzzi. It was so powerful I bit my lip to keep from annoying the city with my screams of passion. Limp with exhaustion and satedness, I dried off and crawled between the sheets of the bed that would be my home for the next month or two. Or however long it took to finish the assignment. My last thought before the Sandman drew me into sleep was what Kiefer was doing at that moment. The last image that floated across my mind were those incredibly blue eyes and that voice saying, "I'll be thinking of you, every moment." Then sleep sucked me into it's warm and comfortable embrace for the rest of the night. If I dreamed, I don't know what it was about. I was too exhausted to care, I think. Morning was met with a sense of wonder. Waking up refreshed, I decided to see the sights and get some scenic photos. You know, play tourist. Maybe even go shopping. Yes, a good day. I tossed on jeans and a T-shirt, then grabbed my camera before heading down to the front desk. I found out what tours and transportation was going where and at what time. I managed to get to one of the open air shopping areas along the oceanside without incident. The weather was warm, there were no clouds, and the sun shone like a bright candle in the sky. It was the smell that attracted me most of all. It was the scent of flowers that were blooming in the market stalls, the salt air of the Mediterranean that wafted in from the bay, and the pleasant aroma of the food that floated out of the restaraunts that surrounded the market. So many things to see, not enough time to see them all. I got some outstanding photos while I did some shopping for myself. Most of the things I got were clothes and a few small mementos here and there to remind me of such a beautiful place. I learned early on to keep the mementos either flat or small. By the time I made it back to the comfort of my room, tripping over my own two feet in the process, I was exhausted but too jazzed to sleep. So I did what came naturally. I grabbed the camera and went to the balcony of my room and got photos of the sun as it set over the whitewashed buildings and coral red rooftops of Barcelona. It was too good of an opportunity to miss. You know, in some parts of the world, the colors are brighter, the hues are richer and the whole sunset thing is more spectacular than what we have at home. Yeah, it was one of those times I was glad I was a photographer. They say pictures are worth a thousand words. I say that pictures capture a moment in time and keeps it fresh for eternity. Or however long the picture lasts before it becomes damaged or destroyed. Soon, however, the stars were twinkling and sounds drifted up to my ears from the streets below. It was the sirens call of the city alive with music and laughter. I couldn't resist such an invitation to relax after a whole day's adventure into the city. So, I showered and dressed in a pair of dark blue draw string pants and a shirt of a dark peacock blue. Roman style sandals adorned my feet. Looking in the mirror, I sighed. I was not going to go out on the town looking like frankenstein's monster. Determined, I took a pair of scissors to the stitches on my face, removing all of them and replacing them with a neat bandage setup. I put a hair clip on the right side of my hair. It had blue and black feathers that complimented my short hair. I inspected the rest of my face in the mirror, not that I really needed to, but you never know. The light from the bathroom glinted off the locket around my neck. I couldn't help it, I had to smile at the memory of how it was delivered to my hands. I had added a light gray leather thong to the locket chain to keep it around my neck in case the chain broke for whatever reason. With a final look over my whole attire, I was ready to go and enjoy the evening. Nightlife in Barcelona is something that is not to be missed when visiting that city. The scent of night blooming flowers, the sounds of people having a good time in open air cafes and the open doors of nightclubs, and the glint of the moonlight sparkling off the Mediterranean ocean. Walking along the quay next to the ocean, my ears perked up at the sound of a Flamenco guitar and followed the sound to a small bar just on the very edge of the ocean side of the city. It was teeming with people who were laughing and smiling. It looked to be no more than a small room on the outside. But in actuality, after I got inside, it turned out to be a refurbished boathouse on an old dock reinforced with new flooring and boards. The rest of the dock was sort of an outdoor seating and viewing area. It was such a warm and friendly atmosphere I wanted to stay, so I got a beer from one of the ladies tending bar and turned to watch the room. I guess I was rather a bit self-conscious about the bandage on my face and trying not to feel gun shy in bars. To my relief, no one really glanced a second time at me as they were intent on a Flamenco dancer showing off her moves on the hardwood floor set in the middle of the bar. Overcome with a sense of melancholy, I wandered out onto the end of the dock to watch the moon and the water. I found a place near the small, vine covered barrier and closed my eyes. The sound of the lapping of the water against the rocks and the odd splash as a fish leaped to heaven only to fall back into earth, was a soothing balm to my soul. The nature sounds combined with the murmer of the club and music of the guitar were a perfect compliment to my second night in a beautiful city. I was content to spend the rest of the night standing there, drinking a beer and listening to the guitar inside. It was almost perfect. The only thing that was missing was Kiefer. I started mentally, damn! would that night forever haunt me with it's sweet torment? Suddenly, there was -- something, I don't know how to describe it, except the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. As if someone were staring at my back. I casually turned around to watch the doorway to the bar and the darkness near it, wary of even the slightest movement. To make it look natural, I took a sip of my drink, then slowly made my way back into the bar and the crowds. On alert, I slowly scanned the shadows with my eyes alone, then started walking into the crowds. Keep it casual, I told myself. No need to get paranoid or anything just yet. Oh, I could take care of myself, I could fight if I have to. But I had wanted to relax this evening, not get another scar like the last one. I got another drink from the bar and moved into the dark shadows near one of the speakers, almost fading into the blackest of the black shadows. Only then did I take the time to truly look for what was causing me to feel like I was under a microscope. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean much. With an effort, I shrugged it off and began a determined attempt at enjoying the rest of the evening. I stayed with my back to the wall, enjoying the music and soon a few of the local men that came over to make small talk. At least one of them asked me to dance. I figured what the heck, and let the guy lead me to the dance floor. The man was lithe as a dancer, and proved it by showing off his moves to me. When it turned out that I didn't know how to dance, he laughed and began teaching me Before I knew it, the entire club was on the floor dancing along with us. The music, the people, and the drinks all made for a wonderful evening of memories. I even laughed along with the rest of crowd who took time out to show a Tourista how to have fun. Time flew like shooting stars across the sky and by midnight, I was able to break away from everyone and make my way back to the hotel. Thankfully it wasn't that far of a walk because I'd had a teensy weensy bit too much to drink. Oh, not enough to make me stupid, but just enough to put a happy and euphoric glow around everything. Fortunately, the way was lit by soft street lamps most of the way and moonlight the rest of the way. It was nice simply to walk slowly back down streets that, during the day, were packed with tourists out for a good time. Now, the cobblestone roads were quiet for most of the time and the romantics were the only ones out walking the streets. Safely in my room with the door locked, I stripped naked and took a glass of wine to the balcony to watch the city. I sighed and murmured, "If only you were here, Kiefer. You're missing a wonderful sight." I shook my head and smiled. "I'd better get some sleep. Otherwise I'm going to look a racoon by the time I meet Mr. Cordoba. " I finished the glass of wine as quickly as I could before I turned to the bed and got in between the sheets. I sighed softly and caressed the unused pillows in my bed as errant thoughts drifted lazily through my brain, taking me in the one direction that I DIDN'T want to go. I jerked my hand away from the pillow and rolled over to face the sliding glass doors. "Get a grip, Diane. You're acting like a sex crazed obsessed fan.. that or a love sick and moonstruck teenager." I scolded myself. "You're here to do a job, not imagine Kiefer Sutherland around every corner." But just the though of that made my body clench tight in unadulterated lust. "Great.. just great.. my hormones have their own mentality." I snorted to myself, determined to sleep without giving in to my fantasies. Even so, it was several hours and a bottle of wine later that I could sleep the dreamless sleep of oblivion. One that, thankfully, didn't have Kiefer Sutherland strolling through them. The entire next day was spent on the internet and talking with the hotel staff, getting information on Mr. Cordoba. Getting the feel for the man and his tastes so as not to start off on the wrong foot. There wasn't any time to worry about being watched or anything. My mind was on the job at hand and how to go about getting it done. He was well known for his horses and his hospitality. His horses sold for eight figure prices when they did go on the block. His social gatherings were a gala affair, mostly formal. But, if you were going riding with him, it was informal. Such occasions were by invitation only and one does not easily turn down such an honor. However, he didn't mind having photographers on the ranch, but only if it was the horses and not anything else. I could understand that. You were in a man's private home. You didn't start scoping out his private life while you were there. I had to smile to myself at that thought. Not too different from home. The morning of my first meeting with Cordoba, I dressed as a professional. Well fitting jeans, riding boots that came up to the knee. A dark green blouse and a vest that contained enough pockets to hold my camera as well as all the spare disks I needed in case the one got filled. My hair got a brushing and the healing scar got a new gauze covering and I was ready to go when the front desk called up and said my Chauffer was waiting to take me to the Cordoba ranch. Just for safety's sake, I grabbed my daypack. It had all the important stuff in it. Laptop, and copies of my ID in case the real ones get stolen. Plus it had a cheap 35 mm camera in it, just for giggles and grins. A final look in the mirror and out the door I went with a laugh and a tingle of anticipation running through my veins. I reached the front lobby and greeted the chauffer with a smile. The consummate professional, he took my hand in a polite handshake before relieving me of my daypack and holding the door to the white limo open for me to get in. The drive over was a visual sensation. As the city gradually gave way to suburbs, suburbs to countryside, the flora and fauna became more pronounced. But it was more than beautiful, it was breathtaking. I rolled down the window and began taking pictures of the wildflowers along the side of the road. It was still early enough in the morning that the dew hadn't evaporated from the ground. The sunlight caught the fluid and the resulting rainbow effect was fantastic on the image. It took about an hour to get to Mr. Cordoba's ranch through some of the most stunning landscape you have ever seen. And most of it was owned by the man. What I wouldn't give to have a place like this to go and hide in when things got too intrusive outside. By the time we pulled up into the circle driveway in front of the place and I felt my jaw drop lower and lower into my lap. This?? This is a horse ranch? Good Gods it looked more like a castle than anything else! From what I could see of the place from the tinted windows, it was a two story building of natural stone and the road looked to be cobblestones. But you couldn't tell if they were real or not as the limo rolled over it. Good shocks and good driving, I think. Out in front of the massive front doors waited the welcoming committee, but because of the color of the windows on the vehicle I couldn't tell which one was Raoul Cordoba. The chauffer pulled to a gentle, rolling stop at the main door. I waited until he opened the door before stepping out and grasping the proffered helping hand. If he had noticed anything odd about my face, he never showed it. Nor did he do anything other than hand me my daypack, get back into the car, and drive off. I turned to get a good look at the three men standing in front of me. I think my mouth hit the pavement, again. For standing in front of me was the man I knew as Markus! But instead of leathers and a Harley, he was wearing a tight fitting pair of jeans that were tucked into riding boots and a dark red polo shirt. I think I was in a daze for about ten seconds before a hearty laugh from one side had me turning to see a face that I had never expected to see again. Damn the man! Kiefer looked suntanned and even better than the last time I saw him. He was dressed in the same thing as Markus except that he had on a black button down shirt with a tan vest over the top. What I could see of him made my legs go weak. His body looked like it had been sculpted by a master craftsmen of the ancient world. Even more so because it looked like he had been working out. Not an ounce of fat on that man's tight body. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tried to take a step forward, only to be restrained by his partner in this insane plot. They both looked at each other and winked, which immediately put me on alert. Something was up and I wasn't about to be the butt of someone's joke. The third member of the party would have been a dead ringer for Ricardo Montalban. The only difference was the voice. Where the actors' voice was quite remarkable, this man's voice was like rich Corinthian leather, and just as smooth. "I am Louis, the butler here at El Castillo del La Luna." I couldn't help but smile at Louis, seeing a kind and good man underneath the uptight outer shell. Louis returned the smile, and gave me a wink before saying, "I will hope you will enjoy your stay here at the Castle of the Moon." And with that, he turned to Markus. "The horses are saddled and ready Senor Cordoba. They but wait for you to attend them." Then he disappeared inside the house. After the third attempt, I managed to get my jaw off the ground, not to mention my mind out of the dungeon level where it had dropped, and glare at the two of them. "Okay, Someone better start explaining, and fast." I was beginning to feel a bit flustered with two pairs of intense eyes looking at me. "I was sent here on a job assignment and I find the two of you waiting for me." I turned to look at Markus. "You, are Raoul Cordoba?" He nodded, "Markus is my middle name. I like it better than my first." He chuckled, the humor lighting up his eyes, "Oh if you could see your face now." he turned and looked at Kiefer. "Can you and Diane take the horses riding this morning? I'm afraid I have a few things to work on here at the house." I looked Markus up and down then grinned. "That sounded like an escape to me, kiddo. And don't think you're out of the hot seat yet." Castille de la Luna: With Kiefer I turned to look at Kiefer, my body clenched at the sudden heat I saw in those eyes. "Oh yes, I'll tell her the entire story." he grinned devilishly. He took in my face and stepped forward, running a hand over where the stitches were. The moment his fingers touched my skin, the world disappeared. The Earth moved. And all that was in my sphere of consciousness was the man standing in front of me. Nothing else mattered but the visual delight I was looking at. His roughened voice murmured, "Will you ride with me?" It took me a few tries to get the right words out, "Of course" I said. Good gods! Was that MY voice speaking in that husky-with-desire tones? You betcha! Markus's hearty laughter rang out, making us both jump as if we were caught with our hands in the cookie jar. "I'll have your stuff brought here from the Hotel and you can have the guest house while you're here. And don't worry, I assure you that yes, we do have Black Andalusians. You'll be riding one of them today. Now get going, both of you, before you startle the staff by ravishing each other in the driveway in front of everyone." he winked, then wandered inside, laughing outright. Kiefer took my hand and smiled, "Come on. You do know how to ride, don't you?" I nodded and said, "It's been a while since I did it, but it's like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget." We both went into the courtyard and there, standing proudly, were two magnificent Andalusian horses. One black, the other was a white. Both were sleek and powerful animals. Their coats shone with a recent grooming and both had the gleam of bright intelligence in their eyes as we approached. Both horses were in matching tack. Elegant scrollwork on western style saddles and gentle Hackamore bridles. For those of you not into equestrian lingo, a Hackamore is a bitless bridle. Which said a lot for the person training the horses that they would not need a metal bit. We mounted the magnificent animals and settled in. I rode the black, he rode the white. Turning in his saddle, Kief grinned at me and said, "Lets go." and off we went. It is said that the gait of an Andalusian is so smooth, you can carry a glass of wine on your hat and not spill a drop. While I can't attest to that fact as I prefer to drink the wine, the paces of the horse I was on was incredibly easy to adjust to. I followed Kiefer through the lush tropical undergrowth and down an embankment to the beach area where we let the horses race the wind. The rush was incredible. Adrenaline poured into my system, making me feel even more alive and attuned to everything that was going on around me. It seemed that Kiefer was heading somewhere off the beaten path and a bit more secluded than an open beach. My guess was correct when we rounded the a bend in the rocks and came up to a lush, tropical area far above the high tide line. Once there we dismounted and he led the way to a freshwater pool. Closer inspection showed that this was a manmade pool with inlaid with dark blue ceramic tile. Tying the horses there, his gaze locked onto my face and he took my hand, leading me farther into the tropical trysting place. Once there, his hand reached to touch the place where the stitches once were. I groaned at the fire that ran through my veins and closed my eyes to savor the feeling. I found that I couldn't think, only feel. It was the feel of his hand that I had never thought to feel again. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, " he said as his hand cupped my face. "I knew you were having trouble with the news people." he smiled slightly when I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I'm the one that contracted you to get the photos of the Andalusians. It was the only way I could get you off the spotlight for a few weeks." I think my mouth opened to start gaping. Fortunately, I didn't have time to even form a thought before his lips came crashing down on mine. Hot, demanding, possessive. Like a man too long denied, he ravaged my mouth like a madman, drinking me in and trying to get more. When my legs gave out from underneath me, he picked me up and carried me to a place where the palm fronds formed a canopy above us and the birds called to one another in soft melodies as they flew amongst the trees. Laying me down on the soft sand, he began stripping. There's just something about a man who stands over me and takes off his clothes that makes that fire turn into a painful ache. A need that is so powerful, nothing else matters. I got to my knees and helped him off with his pants. If there were any underwear, I didn't notice. All I saw was the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Leaning forward, I slowly ran my tongue around the hard surface, eliciting a groan from somewhere above my head. No words were spoken anymore. We were in the grip of something far more than just passionate release. It was something more primal. A need that couldn't be denied by anyone. Taking him in my mouth, I began to slowly suck him down my throat while my hands were busy cupping his balls and lightly raking the insides of his thighs with my fingernails. The gasp and the feel of his hands in my hair were electrifying. I worked my tongue over the head of his cock and managed to get him ever deeper into my throat, down until my nose was being tickled by his pubic hairs. Slowly, I pulled back, then licked him back down. I started going faster and then slower, tormenting him until he let out a hoarse cry of surprise and unloaded his cum into my mouth. I swallowed that present and made sure to savor the taste as it went down. He tasted like saltwater taffy. Sweet, with an undercurrent of saltiness. I suckled and licked him clean as his body shivered with uncontrollable aftershocks. I then licked my way up his body to taste the sweat that was rolling down his heated skin, making him groan with pleasure. By the time I got to his neck, he was rock hard again. Not waiting for anything else, he pushed my vest off my shoulders and set it gently aside before he literally attacked me, his mouth slamming down hard on mine as his hands gripped my blouse and yanked, sending buttons flying in every direction. I was pretty busy myself, hands roaming everywhere on his body and through his shoulder length hair. We were both more than a little out of control as he dragged his lips away from mine and burned a trail down my neck to my shoulder, lightly nipping the flesh as he went. Somehow, in the process of trying to make glass out of the sand beneath our feet, I lost the rest of my clothes, and while standing in the tropical sunlight of Spanish coast, it was a deliciously sensual feeling. Equally sensual was the fact that Kiefer Sutherland was kissing his way down my body to my nipples while his fingers were busy caressing the wetness between my thighs. My legs wouldn't support me after the second finger found its way inside me and his thumb brushed against my clit. Slowly, I went to my knees, then grabbed his shoulders for support as he worked his way over my flat stomach to my pussy. Kiefer helped guide me onto my back in the soft sand, spreading my legs as he did so, watching my eyes with ones that were as dark with lust and need as his own. Only when I was on the razors edge of whimpering and begging, did he lower his shaggy head to feast on my juices with his tongue and teeth. There was nothing romantic or soft about it. He literally tried to get every drop of juice I ever spilled into his mouth. I felt myself being sent up on that rocket of orgasm from his tongue. To build it up even more, I pinched and pulled my nipples, making them hard as rocks. When his tongue reached my g-spot, I exploded with a scream that startled even the birds up on the rock face. Every muscle tightened up as my hands shot down to keep his face buried where it was. Tremors rippled up and down my body, making me shake uncontrollably for what felt like an eternity before I relaxed enough to loose my grip on his head. Kiefer slowed his licking and started kissing the inside of my knees before putting my legs back down on the ground. He had a wicked smile on his face and deft hands that helped roll me over onto my hands and knees in the sand. I had two seconds to wonder what he was up to before I was savagely rammed, filling me up and stretching my greedy pussy to the maximum, causing another orgasm to rip through my body. There was no gentleness that drove us, only pure, unadulterated passion. His hands were everywhere on my body, touching, spanking, pinching. We groaned and pushed against each other as if it was the last thing on earth we were going to be doing on this Earth. With a soft growl, his hands went around my waist and brought me up into a sitting position while he sped up his thrusting. The feel of his chest against my back made me arch against his cock, whimpering in uncontrolled need. Suddenly, he groaned and sank his teeth into the side of my neck hard enough to break the skin. At the same time, I felt him coat my insides with his hot come. The pleasure and the pain sent me rocketing off into orgasm for a final time. The last thing I felt before the sensual overload short circuited my brain, was the sensation of the two of us falling to the sand in absolute exhaustion. After several seconds of mindless bliss, I became aware of a vibration against the back of my chest. It took my befuddled mind even more time to realise that Kiefer was chuckling softly. Before I could ask his voice was murmuring in my ear, "I think next time we make love, it should be in a bed, don't you?" Which set me off in a giggle of my own as I reached back to caress his hair. Turning my head I said, "Isn't that supposed to be MY line?" Laughingly, we disentangled ourselves and got dressed. The only problem with my clothes is that my blouse was in ruins from the ripping. "Kiefer, next time you want to play wildman, warn me ahead of time so that I can pack a second shirt." I said, holding up the blouse, which prompted an appreciative laugh from him. "I'll try, but just seeing you stepping out of that limo was enough to make me want to drag you into the nearest corner and do what I've dreamed about since that night under the Hollywood sign." I groaned. "Don't start, Kiefer. I can't stand another bout of this until I've rested and relaxed a bit." Smiling, he left off his T-shirt and wandered over to the saddlebags on his horse. He pulled out a bottle of wine, a glass, and a ziplock baggie full of fruit before wandering over to a shady spot near the manmade waterpool. I walked over after I had finished putting my pants and boots back on. At the pool, I splashed water on myself to rinse away the sand and the sweat from our lovemaking. I hissed softly as the cool water encountered something along the right side of my neck. Hearing this, Kiefer came over to take a look and frowned. "I did this?" he touched it and the fingertips came away tinged with red. I smiled and took his hand, then licked the blood from his fingers before staring him in the eyes and said, "Yes, and if you start apologizing, I'm going to be very annoyed. It was the first love bite I've ever had and I'm glad you were the one to do it." Then I nibbled the tips of those fingers. "Now." I chuckled, "Hand me that wine and lets relax. Tell me what you've been up to and how you managed to get away from filming for so long?" Groaning, he slowly pulled his fingers away. Looking me in the eyes, he smiled and said, "I didn't. One of the scenes in the newest episode is going to be shot at El Castille de La Luna." he winked. "The producers needed an exotic location to film and Markus offered his ranch, just so long as they didn't disturb his horses. After we wrap up this one filming session, I'm on vacation for at least a month." he took a sip of wine. "That means I have a full two weeks with you." Before I could ask he said, "I promised the other two weeks with my daughter, Sarah. She wants to go skiing, so I promised I'd take her." He reached down and snagged a strawberry, then popped it into his mouth and started chewing. I smiled at him. "Family is one of the most precious things in this world to have, Kiefer Sutherland." I stretched languorously, "You should be happy that you have it." It was true. I always said that Family comes first. I knew I couldn't have him with me all the time. I was happy that he even bothered to come back after the first time. I laid back and closed my eyes. "So why did you want pictures of the Andalusian horses? You could have just gone to Fred and asked him to deliver a message, you know. He's been trying to play cupid for a while now." I winked at him. Kiefer smiled back at me and said, "Because I want good quality photos of the breed for my own place. I'm also contemplating buying a few for my ranch. I'd been planning this even before we met. But I just didn't know which photographer to hire for the job." He reached over to caress the healing scar on the side of my face. Somehow the gauze had gotten lost in the frantic lovemaking session and was now visible to the world. "Then you came into the poolhall that night." he sighed. "I'd have given anything to prevent that drunk from slicing you like that." I covered his hand with mine and said, "If you went back and changed it, we'd probably never wind up here talking about it. It's in the past. Lets leave it there and get on with the future." That made him smile and I decided to get a bit of teasing in to lighten the mood. "Besides, a picture of you with me is nothing compared to that stunt you just had to pull in that Karoke bar." At his upraised eyebrows, I said, "Oh come on. Don't tell me you cant remember getting so drunk you dropped your.." When he looked at his groan and put his head in his hands, I started laughing. "I see you remember that little item." I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around him after setting the wine glass off to one side. "All I could think of when I saw the second photos was `Nice Ass' and wishing they had gotten you when you turned around." I sighed and pressed my face against his back. I was rewarded by a chuckle and him turning in my arms to look at me. "I see what you mean about leaving it in the past." He stood and helped me to my feet. "And now that you're here, lets get back to the house where I can drag you off to our private universe and ravage you for the next two days." he grinned and made wicked rogue eyes at me. "I hear that Markus has a hot tub in a special spot in the guest house. The entire ceiling is nothing but a dome of glass so that when the stars come out, you can see them all." I laughed and stood up, donning my vest and zipping it shut. Cleaning up the mess we had made and putting them back into the saddlebags, we mounted our horses. Laughing, we turned back to the trail and raced the wind, the surf, and time itself. For, as you know, time flies when you're having fun. We just wanted to win the race.