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Fuck South Dakota.

And fuck Gordon for dragging her here. She was done with all of this, she's been done with it for years. More than years. A fucking lifetime.

Diane drains the last of the vodka from the glass and waits for the bartender to fill it up again. She's been hard at it since she woke up this morning, but it's not like there's much else for her to be doing while the others are up to god knows what and she's left in this shitty hotel staring at cowboy kitsch and waiting to be needed again.

She sighs heavily and takes a sip from her newly topped up glass, tapping her fingernails along the rim.

Sleep hasn't exactly been easy to come by since Gordon and Albert dragged her along on this fucked up field trip. Not since she saw...him. Her brain recoils from the memory and she feels the nauseatingly familiar ice in her veins. All she wants to do is go home and forget it all, but part of her knows how unlikely it is that that will ever happen. That tiny, annoying part of her that never lets her completely delude herself no matter how hard she tries to drown it.

Finishing her drink again, she pushes the glass away and stands up for the first time in what feels like hours. She sways just a bit on her feet and realizes she's probably been at this for longer than she thought.

Checking her phone she sees it. 2:53.

"Jesus," she says under her breath. Definitely longer than she thought. Time for a little fresh air.

She nods at the bartender and grabs her purse, making her way to the bar exit that leads directly out onto the street. She's in absolutely no mood to be dealing with the hotel lobby and the possibility she might run into one of her FBI keepers.

Pushing the door open, she stumbles slightly on the small step down to the sidewalk and drops her pack of cigarettes. When she looks down to retrieve them she sees...sand?

It crunches under her feet as she turns around to find the bar gone. The hotel gone. Her breath comes hard and fast and she begins to shake uncontrollably, her knuckles gone white from her grip on her purse.

"No." She shakes her head and backs away from the spot where the door she'd just exited should have been. "No fucking way. No. Not again. I'm not doing this again."

Diane squeezes her eyes shut and tries to clear her head but it's like all the alarms in the world are going off at once and it would be impossible to think past the noise even if she wasn't completely losing her shit. Even if she was a lot more sober.

With a sob she drops down like her strings have been cut, ass landing hard in the sand next to the cigarettes she'd momentarily forgotten about. She taps one into her violently shaking hand and it takes a few tries before she can manage to get the lighter working, but the first drag helps. Mildly. So she just sits there, smoking, staring out into nothing because what the hell else was she supposed to do. Because she should have known this was how it would end the minute they showed up in her fucking living room asking her to remember all the things she'd never wanted to remember and pulling her right back into all their bullshit. She should have said she wouldn't go. She should have done a lot of things.

"Fuck."

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Roland kissed her hungrily, spreading his legs to make her slide closer. Breath came in gasps between hungry swipes of tongue. He could hear her heart, the whisper of her hair as it moved against her neck. The smell of her was overwhelming, making his head spin.

He might not have done this for a while, but he must have natural talent because he knows exactly what he's doing. At least so far.

But now she wants hands on her skin so she starts unbuttoning her sweater with one hand, the other still holding on to the back of his neck. No need to break the kiss.

The very second her sweater fell open, Roland dragged rough hands over her bare skin. Up her sides, over the soft lace of her bra, across her shoulders. His hands pushed her sweater off her arms, leaving her bare in the chill air of the cottage.

Long ago Susan had stood in the window and had let her her hair down and Roland had felt his Ka twine with hers. There was no Ka here, only humanity, only need. He could feel Diane's need, could taste her fear of being in this strange land, apart from all she'd known where monsters came with faces she was familiar with. In here, in the dark, dusty quiet, Roland could keep those fears at bay.

Hand on his chest, she urges him back, wants them down on the bed. Wants him on top of her, really. She's hoping he knows he doesn't have to be gentle, but she'll have no problem making it clear if he doesn't.

"I want to touch you," she whispers against his lips. Breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. His mouth is addictive in a way she hadn't expected and he tastes even better than he looks which is really saying something because he looking like a friggin work of art. If he really is her angel, she must have done a lot more right than she would have thought.

"Touch all you please," Roland replied, falling back and looking up at her. Her fingers were delicate and soft, not the hands of anyone who had to bust sod to make a living. Even Seer's hands were rough from labor. Roland hadn't had such a gentle touch since he was a boy.

His mother had soft hands, not that he recalled much about her now after all these long years.

She smirks down at him as she wiggles her hips and grinds herself against him, settling into a more comfortable position. Then she sets to undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing the fabric aside so she can finally get to some bare skin.

Diane has been with plenty of muscular men before. Athletes, gym addicts, a few of those twenty-something vain boys who are in love with their own reflections. Roland's body is altogether different. These are muscles he didn't get in any gym. They aren't the kind of muscles you get for the sake of appearance and they feel different under her hands. It's ridiculously arousing and it makes her wonder just how strong he actually is. The thought sends an electric spark down her spine.

His arousal is a hard ridge straining against his fly. Her hands glide over his skin, a gentle touch that sparks life within him. Roland's own hands trace the shape of her body above him.

Then fast as lightning he lifts, turns, and presses her down onto the bed, hovering just above her. He peels off his shirt and lets it fall by the way, then sets about mapping every inch of her bare body with is hungry mouth.

God yes.

This is exactly what she's been waiting for and he's delivering in spades. She wants to forget everything and just be in this one moment. She wants to be completely in her body and completely out of her head. It's not unusual for her to want that, she tends to spend as much time as possible out of her head. But the need is particularly strong right now.

She gasps when her back hits the mattress and arches up a little bit to urge him on. To encourage him. Diane's not shy when it comes to this and she's happy to make it clear when she's getting what she wants. Closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure, she runs her nails lightly across his back.

Roland hooks the edge of her bra and pulls the cup off her breast. Nipple exposed, he ducks to catch it, suckling and worrying it between his lips. She is a fine woman, the sort the boys used to mock when they were in training. No hard life here on her body. But Roland knew that there had been much difficulty in her head. He thought she may even be mad, but that didn't stop him now. Not when he had her willing body, her grasping hands, and the scent of her sex burning hot in his brain.

It's all heat and instinct now and she hooks one leg around the back of his thigh, grinding herself up against him. Digging her nails a bit harder into his shoulder blades, testing his reaction. She only ever wants to give her lovers what they like and she expects the same in return. She may not be able to give them her emotions, but she can always give them pleasure. She thinks that's probably more desirable in the long run anyway.

She moans softly when he gets his mouth on her tits, and he's not gentle about it which is a major plus. "Perfect," she sighs. "Just like that."

Roland worked his fingers into her hair, gripping tight to pull her head back. His mouth moved up her neck, carving a hot trail all the way to her mouth where he could kiss her again. His hips rocked forward, rubbing against her to bring her pleasure. The way she rocked against him, pulling with her leg and opening to him, it mattered not there were still clothes in the way. He knew with pressure alone he could undo her...at least for the first time.

She smiles and makes a sound that starts as a laugh but ends up closer to a moan. The sting of her scalp makes every other sensation that much sharper and she can almost forget where they are - where they aren't - and that's everything she wanted from this.

When he get a rhythm she realizes what he wants to do and she's here for it. Both hands on his ass she squeezes and moves against him, matching his movements, letting herself get carried away.

It had been quite some time since Roland had the pleasure of a woman. It was fine to know that he had not forgotten what to do with one. He moved sharply, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against her. He paid close attention to the sounds she made and the hitch in her breath when he hit just right. He swallowed that breath with hungry kisses, though he kept leaving her tongue wanting as he moved now and again to bite her neck as he brought her to destruction.

If there was one thing Diane knew how to do, it's get herself off. Well, that isn't entirely true. She also knows damn well how to get someone else off, but she'll have time to prove that later.

For right now, she's happy enough to use his body as her own delicious sex toy. Concentrating on her pleasure until it peaks and she gasps, trembling, and digging her nails into his ass to hold him right where she wants him until she's ready to let him move again.

"Just like riding a bike," she says with a laugh, not sure if he'll get the joke but not overly concerned either way.

Roland smiled down at her, pleased and just a bit smug. She's got high color and her eyes were sparkling and he thought then she was truly quite beautiful. Wholly different from his beloved Susan, a ghost of a past so long ago that all he truly could recall was her dark eyes and long hair. And her screams as she died.

"Indeed it is," he replied softly, his voice a low rumble. He lifted off her, but only so he could reach for her trousers to undo them and undress her completely.

She practically giggles when she sees the look in his eyes, realizing in that moment that men are pretty much all the same no matter what planet (or whatever) they're from. It's kind of a comforting realization.

But then he's moving again and she forgets the thought in order to concentrate on the matter at hand. Diane's more than happy to get naked but this is definitely an equal opportunity activity and she's already restless to see what he's got. Given how good the bits she's seen so far are, she's got high hopes.

Lifting her hips, she lets him slide her pants off and then starts tugging at his. She doesn't really have the leverage to do much more but she figures she's gotten her point across.

Once she was bare, Roland attended to himself. She'd worked his fly open and he squirmed out of his dungarees. His cock popped free, standing proud, hard, and impressive. He'd never once been ashamed of the size the good God had given him.

Once he was naked, he fell forward and braced himself over her. His arms were solid, muscles bunched to keep him up.

"I do hope your laugh means you're happy," he said.

"Very," she replies, licking her lips. "I promise you'd know if I wasn't."

She winks at him and then grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him back down into a kiss. Diane is keenly aware of how changeable her moods are, how dangerous the things she chooses to do can be, how difficult it is to be around her. But for right now, being easily distracted by a beautiful man and the promise of sex is a blessing because it's the only thing keeping her from starting to scream and not stopping. Besides, it's hard to care much about potential dangers when you've stopped giving a shit if you wake up tomorrow and she did that ages ago.

"But what's gonna make you happy, Roland? Why don't you show me."

He needed no more invitation. Roland settled himself comfortably between her legs, nudging them apart just a bit more with his own knees. Then he took himself in hand to guide the rigid flesh. He slid against her, up and down to feel her slick, to feel her warmth, then when he felt the spot he pushed in, groaning as the wet warmth of her sheathed him perfectly.

"Ahhh, Diane," he groaned, giving into pleasure. For just this moment he could forget the worries of the world, forget about portals, forget about the lost song of the Tower. He thrust into her deep, drew back and thrust in again, and forgot all his troubles entirely.

She moans softly and wraps her legs around him, getting him as deep as possible. She doesn't want to feel anything but this, doesn't want to think about anything but this. He fucks differently than most of the men she's been with lately. She thinks it's less of a performance for him, less like he's trying to recreate some porn he's watched lately, and more present. It's easy to forget sometimes what sex can be like when neither party is more concerned with how they might look to a potential viewer than with the person they are actually fucking. It's a lot more honest.

They manage to find a rhythm easily and she lets her body take over, concentrating instead on the way his muscles feel under hers hands. The way he smells. The way power of him. It's god damn delicious.

At first Roland moved with slow precision, taking his time as he learned her body. Her nails and the squeeze of her legs spurred him on and he grew eager to take. A hand gripped her shoulder and the other found her hair again and he held on. His knees found purchase on the rough sheets and he began to drive into her, grunting roughly with the force of it.

It was pure lust. Greed seeking bliss. Of course he wanted to make sure she found pleasure, but as sweat prickled and a tightness coiled in his groin, Roland found he was in this for himself.

She can feel it when he mostly forgets about her and falls into his own head, and that's fine. She's come once already and he doesn't strike her as the type to finish and pass out and even if he is, it's not like she can't take care of herself. Plus, it's sexy as all hell to be used sometimes when it doesn't feel exploitative and Diane is keenly aware of who got who into this particular position.

So she urges him on as best she can, cooing in his ear, angling her hips to let him fuck her harder. Faster. Letting him take her the way he wants to.

Roland growled savagely and thrust faster, fucking her hard as he liked simply because he could. Everything about how she moved, everything she said made it clear he could do as he pleased. Oh, and he pleased. Faster, harder, all powerful muscles and hot mouth tracking her neck and shoulders only to find her mouth once again. He drove his tongue in to explore every corner of her mouth. He swallowed every sound she made, consuming everything she would willingly give up.

She definitely wasn't expecting him to be quite this...real? Maybe? Nothing about anything has felt real since Albert called her name in the bar that night. Since she got on that fucking plane with them. And definitely not since she walked out of the hotel and into this bullshit. But Roland? He feels unbelievably real. Hard and hot and strong and solid above her and inside her and oddly enough it's making her feel even more crazy than usual. Maybe it's a little too real.

Or maybe it's just real enough because he's licking her skin and he's kissing her like her wants to crawl down inside of her and before she even realizes what's happening she's coming again. Fast and immediate and it makes her dig her nails into the hard muscles of his shoulders as he fucks her through it.

Her cunt gripped him and fluttered around the length of him and it was the final straw. His pace grew erratic as he fucked into her harder, sharper, again, once more, and then his back arched and he pulled up from her and barked out a sharp cry as he filled her. He pulsed his release and shuddered as he finished.

Roland sank onto her, giving her lazy kisses as his pleasure began to ebb. Before he could collapse entirely he withdrew and fell to the side, but only to gather her up and hold her close.

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