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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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One hand rests lightly on her head, the other on her shoulder as he bumps against her. He enjoys the feel the of her, shivering under the touch of her roaming hand.

never leave me, never leave you, never forever

He shivers under her roaming hand, muscles clenching as she strokes over them.

Breath first, a warm exhalation against the hollow of his hip. Her hand rests on his lower abdomen, feeling the hard plane of muscle shiver. She lips at the soft skin the point of his hip, and then her tongue swirls, painting an undulating line from hip bone to hip bone. Her hair teases over his hard length, just the barest whisper of touch.

She shifts, rising to her hands and turning so that he can caress her calves and thighs as she focuses on his lower half.

Her kisses trail down the outside of his thigh, delicate fingertips stroking down the inside, exploring, learning him all over again. A snuffle at the back of his knee.

Lick, nibble, kiss. Savouring him. Turning the heat up very slowly.

He lets out a low whine, nibbling along her legs. His own leg twitches at the snuffle because that tickles, dammit, and he nips her a bit while his hand caresses the back of her knee on the other leg.

He pets the firm expanse of calf and thigh muscle, following her skin toward her center with teeth and tongue.

She echoes that whine back to him at the feel of his mouth on her inner thigh. Shifting to lie on her side, she places a sucking kiss on the same place on his leg.

Her hand touches his hip, bids him shift closer, stroking and caressing. She presses her face into the crease of his thigh, moaning softly at first, and then a louder, needy sound as his mouth moves higher.

His scent is richest here, and she hums with intent as she breathes and nuzzles.

He shivers in anticipation, rolling onto his side to put her back in easy reach. He pushes into her fur, seeking out the source of her scent. He goes absolutely still when he finds it, once more focuses on nothing but the smell of her.

Then he's nuzzling her, tasting her, pushing deeper.

After a month together, he's learned by now that she is particularly vulnerable to his clever tongue, eager and responsive.

But they've never tried this particular configuration before, and the moment he tastes her, she moans aloud, her soft mouth closing around the crown of his cock, sending the vibration along his length into his core.

Guh.

Ryan groans, utterly and completely distracted for a moment. Then he's eagerly lapping at her, flicking over her pearl and petals in a show of appreciation. The arm that's not keeping him steady slides over her thighs and up to her hips, pulling her closer.

Her scent spikes with that wild ecstasy, both from his touch and the rich sound of his own pleasure. She revels in the the heat and hardness of him, drawing him deeper, sucking hard at first and then withdrawing to repeat the motion until she can't take him any deeper.

Her hips press into his embrace, dancing on his mouth, her own motions matching him pace for pace, breath for shuddering, gasping breath.

Edited 2009-03-21 18:53 (UTC)

He puts his mouth on her pearl, sucking gently, harder when he thinks he's going to go insane from pleasure. He's panting through his nose, hot air jetting in little bursts across her, keeping time.

And still the near constant groaning, sending little vibrations through her.

Her fingertips dig into his flanks and she has to pull back to breathe, to try to breathe. All she can do is keen softly as her body trembles under his attentions. Her hand takes over, grasping him, stroking him, as she tries to bring her mouth back. All she can manage is a long wet kiss along his shaft.

Her scent tells him she's close, but he can hear her whispering, her words rushed, "Not yet, not yet, not yet."

Even her kiss sets him to quivering and rocking towards her. He doesn't know how much longer he can wait. The only thing that's let him hold on till now is his attentions to her and if not now, when?

He pulls on her strongly, groaning with a hint of impatient growl.

She's shifting in his arms, pulling away and turning, her hands reaching for him, skimming up his torso. She moves into his arms, her mouth finding his in a desperate, hungry kiss. She lies beside him, one hand on his cheek, the other on his hip, urging him closer.

Her scent is a complex tapestry of desire and hunger and a submission that is not submission.

cover me, fill me, overwhelm me, possess me.

She breathes against his lips, "My love..."

He kisses her as he rolls her onto her back, kisses her as he finds and enters her, kisses her as he pushes himself in deep and hard. His lips move down her chin to her throat as he repeats the motion, nothing slow about it.

Mine, he rumbles, holding her throat between his teeth.

This, this is what she wants. His hunger, his power, his strength, his dominance. Her hands encircle his neck and her head tips back as she opens to him, wrapping her thighs around his waist, her heels pulling him close. Her voice comes in shuddering groans, and her scent tells him everything he needs to know.

She rises. Oh how she rises, spiralling higher with each rumbling growl. She rises and dissolves, white hot bliss lancing through her with each thrust.

The rumble is becoming a moan as they crescendo and he rocks faster, pushing them to the limits of their endurance. He gives her everything he has, everything she demands of him. His cry of passion is muffled this time as his teeth are still in the skin of her throat, bruising.

There is no distinction between pleasure and pain this time. She hits her peak within heartbeats of him, her voice a quiet but intense sigh. Her body bucks up hard to meet his deepest thrust.

i belong to you belong to me

River clings to him, every shred of her awareness focused on him, every breath full of his scent, every heartbeat filling her heart with him. She holds tight, so very tight, not letting go for a moment as they begin the slow glide back to earth.

Richard let's out a long shaky sigh, carefully freeing his teeth from the dents in her skin. He nurses the marks with his tongue, gently lapping at them before he raises his head and tucks his nose just under her ear. There's a rich little pocket of scent there that he's taking huge advantage of.

jasmine and candied apples

He rests his chin in the little hollow below her collar bone and just shy of her shoulder, contentedly smelling her.

Her eyes are closed, her heart still racing, every inch of her skin alive with sensation. She leans her cheek against his head, her hands stroking his back and shoulders.

She can feel his breath, his pulse, his sweat mingling with her own. She wants him here, right here, so close she can't tell where she ends and he begins. She focuses on this moment, this perfect moment, ingraining it in her memory.

"Love you, wolf."

Edited 2009-03-23 04:09 (UTC)

He smiles lazily. It's been quite a long morning for him. Only a few hours of sleep and nothing but excitement since he came in have led to one of those rare times where he's genuinely tired.

"Love you," he murmurs, not moving to get off her at all. "Missed you."

She doesn't sleep much when he's away and this level of activity is tiring, but it is such a bone deep good tired. She is perfectly content right where she is.

Her own voice is quiet and drowsy when she speaks, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "Oh, how I missed you, Richard. This place is so quiet when you're away."

"It's Milliways," he points out, tone rich with the befuddlement that comes with being sleepy.

As content as he is to be on top, he can't fall asleep that way. He leans slowly until they're settled on their sides.

She sighs, chuckling softly, rearranging herself until they are tucked together, nose to nose, limbs still entangled. "Not the bar, silly. This place."

She places a kiss on his forehead.

"Sleep now, love. Talk more later."

Edited 2009-03-24 01:21 (UTC)

"Mmm," he says agreeably, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He lets out a long content sigh into the hollow of her throat, dozing off easily.

He isn't certain what time it is when he wakes again, only that there's still light coming in the windows and River's still in his arms. He isn't anxious to know anything else as he shuts his eyes against the sun and ducks his head so he's in her shadow.

"Mmmmm, check windows, opacity to fifty percent, please." The effect is similar to a cloud passing in front of the sun.

River stretches in his arms, languid and content. "Hey lazy bones," she purrs, nuzzling at his temple.

"Lazy?" He repeats with an incredulous smile, arching an eyebrow though his eyes are still closed.

He doesn't want her to stop nuzzling.

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