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[oom] Coming Home

It's still dark when she wakes, but dawn is already lightning the sky. She dresses in long skirts, her favourite wool sweater, and her grey woollen shawl. And her field boots. The lakeside is rocky, and they're practical.

She makes her way down the stairs to the bar, not really surprised to see a others who are still awake from the previous evening's carousing. She doesn't pause to socialise. She makes her way out the back and down the path to the lakeside, her eyes on the tree line. She walks the shore, rubbing her arms against the chill, putting more and more distance between herself and the bar.

This time it is she who is searching for him in the mist.

He told her not to come after him when the moon was up. But it had set hours ago. The sun was almost over the ridge.

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River gasps and squeals with laughter, holding tight to him, her scent echoing the same wonder and joy back at him. She looks down into his face, beaming. "If you're going to go off on missions, I want you to come home safe. You just have to promise me you'll come back home safe." There's a hint of desperation in her scent at that second admonition.

His grin fades a bit, becoming more serious as he sets her down again.

"I won't come back to you any other way," he promises, sealing it with a kiss.

If he isn't coming home safe, he rather suspects he isn't coming home at all.

She's still grinning as her face crumples. There's a choking sob on her lips as she kisses him, and her fists hit his chest, a feeble punch but still a punch. "You know what I mean. I can't lose you. I just found you."

Can she read him so well already? He supposes so. They've spent an awful lot of time together.

He shouldn't be this close to her, whispers a little voice.

The serious smile becomes a sad little smile as her pulls her in against him. "I didn't exactly plan to die the first time, you know," he says quietly. Then, firmly, "I'm not going anywhere." Not if he can help it.

It's the best he can offer.

She holds on tightly to him, burying her face in his chest, trying to bite back the tears that are stinging her eyes. He is warm and solid, and he's right here.

She sniffles after a few moments and pulls back to look into his face, her expression fierce as any warrior he's ever known. A determined laugh bubbles up as she looks at him, unable to suppress a smile. "I love you, and I'm going to hold you to that. If it kills us both."

Richard gives her a dry little laugh. "Fair enough."

He looks at her sharply.

"As long as you don't come after me. If I'm captured or left behind for whatever reason, don't come after me. At least not by yourself.

"And if I'm turned to the other side...don't come after me at all. I love you, but don't get yourself killed when I'm already dead."

River gives him an arched eyebrow right back. "Love, if you're dead or injured, or turned -- which I find highly unlikely as you come equipped with your own special brand of piss stubborn -- but if you are, then you don't get to dictate the lengths to which I go to bring you back."

She lays her hand on his cheek. "Now please. I don't want to quarrel about something that's never going to happen, all right?" The firm set of her lips tells him she's very sure of that last point.

At least not if he can help it.

"All right, then," he says, leaning into her hand. "Are there any other surprises that you've forgotten to tell me about? Are are you saving those for a rainy day?"

"You, sir, will just have to wait and find out, won't you?" She pulls his face down for another gentle, lingering kiss. "Besides, I have to hold your interest somehow, don't I?"

"No chance of losing that," he rumbles, lips brushing lips.

The next kiss is much more passionate.

She pulls him close, finding that place where their bodies mold to one another from shoulder to knee.
Her kiss meets his and her scent tells him all. Passion, yes, hunger, and desire. And something more. Promise. Devotion. Love.

Her hands slip over the silk covering his shoulders, sliding down his back. Drawing strength from him, and giving strength back. Anchoring him to this moment in her arms.

He loves the love scent.

He pulls her in tight, one hand sliding up to just under the towel, the other returning to the small of her back, fitting her to himself and himself to her.

Please don't let her ever leave.

After a long span of heart beats savouring his mouth, she kisses down his jaw to whisper against his ear. "If you haven't any plans for the rest of the day," nibble, "there's a bed in the other room. And I would very much," nibble kiss, "like to spend the afternoon making love to you."

"No. No plans," he says, pants, really, into her ear. The hand on her neck creeps up, just a bit, to start tugging at the towel. He wants her hair in his face. It's strange kissing her without being buried in her scent.

Also, he can't nibble at her ear when it's covered by terry cloth.

The towel falls away and she shakes out her still damp hair, smiling in anticipation against his cheek.

never let me go, my love. lovewantneedyou

She pulls away slowly, breath by breath, her scent whispering to him, follow me chase me hunt me.

His head cranes forward as he tracks her past the bookshelf, silently prowling out of the room. He likes this game. He always wins this game.

He gives a little mock growl, pacing after her.

She quickens her pace, eyes wide, a playful smile ghosting over her lips. There's a lot more room to manoeuvre in this new space and she uses it, taking him around the couches, passed the fireplace, leading him on a merry chase, one step at a time.

She weaves a little, light on the balls of her feet, laughing as she toys with the ties of her robe, the bedroom only steps away now.

He makes a show of sniffing after her, and hides the fact that he's keeping himself from pouncing her where she stands.

But even the best of wolves can hold themselves only so long.

It's with a little roar that he darts in and sweeps her off her feet, carrying her to the bed himself.

She shrieks a little as she tries to evade him, happily without any hope of success.

Her laugh is rich and loud, filling the rooms, and she nuzzles under his chin, nipping at his jaw, her hands smoothing over his neck and head. She laughs all the way down to the bed, her scent rippling with bright joy, shimmering with arousal. Caramel apples, honey, jasmine' and musk.

If that's all he ever smelled again, he'd be a happy man.

He sets her down on the bed a bit more gently than he scooped he up and immediately starts pulling at the ties of her robe.

With his teeth.

River's laugh dissolves into a growling purr, as her hands tug at his own robe. She giggles as he snarls, tickling her belly with his mouth. Her head falls back to the pillows.

His head moves down, attracted by the scent of her musk, poignant and strong. He goes stock still for a moment focusing on nothing else before he lets out a whurfle. He tastes her once, twice, before moving to just below her abdomen and licking her curves.

"Oh, yes, not fair!" She shivers with laughter. Her hands stroke his head, and she wriggles underneath him, trying to touch more of him. His beard scrubs over the delicate skin of her belly, sending waves of goosebumps over her thighs and up her sides.

"I want to taste you too. Please, love.

He continues to work his way back up, tasting her in little flicks, nipping at her throat, kissing her.

"I think we can arrange that," he rumbles against her jawbone. He nuzzles it back down her throat and out to her shoulder as he rolls onto his back.

She rolls with him, her mouth taking up where his left off. She starts at the peak of his shoulder, tasting his skin with tiny kisses at first, growing bolder as she follows the line of his collar bone. Open mouthed kisses, and finally sucking bites at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, savouring the taste and texture of him. Seeking out the places that make him shiver and groan.

Up the strong muscles and tendons of his neck, her hands resting on his shoulder. Down across his chest, careful to avoid his scars, seeking out his nipples with a warm kiss, and then a flickering tongue.

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