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]

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."