Home again, home again

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He turns his head slightly to kiss her palm, barely conscious.

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

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh really.

She can't help but smile at the touch of his lips. Like two spoons in a drawer. She slides the arch of her foot down along his shin, gently insinuating it between his feet.

Have any -- interesting dreams?

[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?

[hell_in_highheels]

He can feel the contented rumbling purr more than he can hear it. She's holding onto the strands of a dream, and they grow thin and fade even as she tries to remember them.

Running. Chasing you. Changing as we ran.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Playing. He sticks his nose into her hair, seeking her neck and the warm scent there.

Hunting?

[hell_in_highheels]

Playing. You know... She lifts her chin, leaning back against him, loving the feel of his breath playing over her skin.

She only has fragments of memories of their intimate times together during the full moon, but just those fragments are enough to get her heart racing.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Playing, he affirms with a little growl, nipping the back of her neck.

Yeah, he's awake now.

[hell_in_highheels]

Instantly, every inch of her skin is awake.

Her lips part with a quiet gasp and a delicious shiver runs down her spine. She arches against him, trying to get more contact.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her hand reaches for his hip, and she whines under her breath, her legs shifting restlessly.

Dam raises an eyebrow and sighs, closing it again. He'll move if he's asked but not until.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He grins, running his teeth down her throat again as grinds into her, teasing as his length hardens.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her hips tilt, matching that pressure, soft and slick skin sliding over hard.

She knows just how to move against him, to heighten his arousal, and every time, she rises with him. It's a delicious dance, and even though they both know all the steps, she never tires of it.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

She revels in the strength and power of his body, the heat of his arousal, and the rich complexity of his scent. She knew before she turned, but now, she knows, and that certainty is like a drug in her veins.

She takes him into her body, her eyes fluttering shut and her breath rising in a gentle cry, urging him on.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

She matches his desire, note for note, her own breath ragged. She meets his steady pace, arching to take him deeper. Her hands cover his own, holding him close, using her strength to press against him.

Dam finally gives up trying to sleep, and moves off the bed with a grumble.

[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).

[hell_in_highheels]

She closes her eyes and concentrates, losing herself in the rhythm of their bodies. He keeps a tight grip to keep her from slipping away, and she fumbles to bring one of his hands to her mouth. She can't kiss his lips, but she can nibble at the inside of his wrist and suckle at his fingers.

She's safe here, instinct telling her to let go and let him drive their ascent. Her scent unfurls around him, passion and desire, and love, through it, always, love.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

New is good. New is really good, if the hard shiver running through her is any indication. Her teeth graze the mound of his thumb, and she moans, wanting more.

She draws her knees up, crossing her ankles, making him curve farther around her, and drawing the hot velvet grip around his cock even tighter.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

He can feel it rising in her as well, can smell it in her scent. There's a growl in her throat, matching his own rumble of pleasure, and the way she's trembling is unmistakeable.

There's a long sweet moment where the pleasure coils along her spine, drawing her awareness down to a single point of white hot bliss. She arches hard against him, a strangled howl catching in the back of her throat.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Love you too," she answers, laughing, breathless, turning her face to his kisses.

Mighty, mighty hunter.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Rowr," he teases, grazing his teeth over her nose.

[hell_in_highheels]

She laughs, nuzzling under his chin, endorphins still coursing in her blood.

"You are. That was a massive boar. I still have no idea how we're going to get that skull back here."

[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?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"I don't see why not."

Her hands make sure he doesn't stray far.

"I mean, it couldn't hurt to ask."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He settles back down obediently. "Maybe she can even keep it fresh till we find someone to taxidermy it."

[hell_in_highheels]

She steals another kiss. And then pulls back a bit, frowning.

"No, it's not coming in here until it's taxidermied."

And even then, it's going to have a palpable scent. Her nose wrinkles involuntarily.

[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."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Well... I suppose she did hold a human head in Lost and Found for a period of time. What's a little thing like a boar's head?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Wait, whut?

"Aroo?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Oh yes, didn't you hear? That's how they identified the body. His head was missing. And eventually, all missing things, apparently, turn up in the Lost and Found."

She turns her head to grin at him, wrinkling her nose.

[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.)

[hell_in_highheels]

"Really. How very curious."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I suppose the Lost and Found isn't limited to non-living things," he muses, settling his chin on her.

[hell_in_highheels]

"This place," she sighs, her hand coming up to touch his cheek, her fingers stroking his early morning stubble. Her scent is threaded through with a deep contentment.

"I think you're right, we should ask Bar. And perhaps she could recommend a taxidermist as well."

Their initial idea is turning out to be far more involved than she had thought, but no matter. No problem too complex that she can't solve, one way or another.

Are you guys done? Can we go get breakfast now?

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

Indeed. "Shower first, though. And then?"

Double bacon for everyone.

She's getting hungry too.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

She laughs and bumps him not too gently, sending him off the bed again, still whirling and barking.

Bacon bacon bacon bacon!

"Your dog, I swear," River drawls, sitting up and brushing her hair back from her face.

In a louder voice she calls. "Shower, on, both."

[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!

[hell_in_highheels]

"Not 'every' meal. Just breakfast. And you were feeding him slices from the table long before you ever met me, my love."

She saunters off towards the shower, clearly appreciating being appreciated.

"Are you coming?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gets up finally and prowls after her.

"You bet your bacon I am."