The blood starts to flake at first, then run as the steam and water rehydrates it. Richard doesn't catch more than a whiff of it before the water's washed it away. The werewolf gives a contented little mreh as River laps at the water that's collected at the top of his breastbone.
He runs his hands over her skin possessively, appreciating her smoothness and the sensitivity the water lends his hands.
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Date: 2009-03-16 09:51 pm (UTC)He runs his hands over her skin possessively, appreciating her smoothness and the sensitivity the water lends his hands.