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After the most exciting full moon in her memory, they'd taken their breakfast from the bar in white to-go bags, eaten it standing around the counter in the kitchen, laughing as they speculated where the massive boar head was going to end up mounted.  There'd been some affectionate nuzzling in the shower, and he'd had less than honourable intentions when he carried her to the bed, but fatigue had taken its toll on both of them.  They'd barely touched cheek to pillow when they were both out like a light.  Even Dam curled up on the foot of the bed and dozed off.

When she woke, the late afternoon sun slanted through the windows.  She reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

"Oh mighty hunter," she whispers.  "Wakey wakey."

Date: 2009-11-12 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He turns his head slightly to kiss her palm, barely conscious.

'm not "Sleeping," he murmurs, eyes still closed.

Date: 2009-11-12 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He gives a little negative grunt as his hand slides up her skin, settling just under her breast to pull her closer.

You?

Date: 2009-11-12 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Playing. He sticks his nose into her hair, seeking her neck and the warm scent there.

Hunting?

Date: 2009-11-12 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Playing, he affirms with a little growl, nipping the back of her neck.

Yeah, he's awake now.

Date: 2009-11-12 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He holds her tighter, teeth nibbling along the side of her throat and up to her ear. He nips that, too, then licks the scent spot behind it, tasting her skin.

Date: 2009-11-12 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He grins, running his teeth down her throat again as grinds into her, teasing as his length hardens.

Date: 2009-11-12 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
It's one of the few times he ever feels it's acceptable to completely relax, and that's something he relishes, too.

It's all in his scent, his need, desire, love for her and for this, and in the eagerness in which he proves it to her.

Date: 2009-11-12 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He pants at the back of her neck, fixing his teeth lightly in her skin. The only thing he wants right now is her. He rumbles, fingers tracing familiar curves down.

Date: 2009-11-12 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Poor tortured puppy.

Richard barely notices, attentions elsewhere, like the smell of her hair (fresh and clean and her across his face), the sound of her panting (a quick breath just out of sight), and the feel of her skin and more (soft and silky warm).

Date: 2009-11-13 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He loves that scent, knowing she's as lost in the moment as he is. He leads them, searching for new ways to reach the top even if they're just small, subtle things like licking her ear with a pleased rumble as she wets his fingers.

Date: 2009-11-13 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He can't help but groan at that, thrusting deeper into her. His free hand massages one breast while he shows less restraint with his teeth, nipping at her ear.

He feels the pleasure rising in him and his lips grin against her skin as he passes it on.

Date: 2009-11-13 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He joins her a second later, the sound muffled in her hair as he releases. He's breathing heavily a moment later, placing breathy kisses along her hairline as he relaxes again.

Love you.

Date: 2009-11-13 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Rowr," he teases, grazing his teeth over her nose.

Date: 2009-11-13 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"You wounded it just as much as I did." He thinks, anyway. It's a bit hazy.

"Perhaps Bar has a suggestion. Or," he props himself up a bit. "I know she doesn't like specifics, but this is practically right outside. Do you think she could snatch it?"

Date: 2009-11-13 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He settles back down obediently. "Maybe she can even keep it fresh till we find someone to taxidermy it."

Date: 2009-11-13 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He laughs a little at her. "No, no, she can hold on to it, I mean, like a note or package." He wrinkles his own nose. "That'd be more scent than I want to deal with."

Date: 2009-11-16 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Come to think of it, I think I did see them pull a baby in a reed basket out of there once."

He had nothing to do with it, sure, but he has eyes. And ears. (He's pretty sure he never wants kids.)

Date: 2009-11-16 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"I suppose the Lost and Found isn't limited to non-living things," he muses, settling his chin on her.

Date: 2009-11-16 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
You have a bowl of kibble, Richard points out, amused.

That's not breakfast, Dam answers matter-of-factly. No bacon.

The alpha looks at his mate. He's got a point there.

Date: 2009-11-16 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Dam barks happily, jumping up on the bed to make sure they're really getting up. Bacon bacon bacon bacon!

Yes, we're up, we're up!
He laughed, rough housing with the dog a bit and getting stepped on for his troubles. "Oof, all right, all right, get down."

Dam shifts his attentions to River instead.

Date: 2009-11-16 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"My dog," he says in mock outrage as the sound of falling water fills the rooms. "I'm not the one who got him thinking he gets bacon at every meal." He lays still, enjoying the view.

Bacon bacon bacon bacon!

Date: 2009-11-16 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He gets up finally and prowls after her.

"You bet your bacon I am."

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