[oom] Coming Home

[hell_in_highheels]

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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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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

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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.

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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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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."

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"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.

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"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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"S'an expression. An endearment," she mumbles, her nose straying into his hair. His scent is intoxicating. "I wish I could smell the way you can."

She presses closer, inhaling deeply, as if she could just get more information by breathing him deeper.

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He smells like a just begun warm summer's rain falling on woodsmoked stone.

He doesn't say anything as his eyes slip open, watching her chin bob.

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It is a scent forever woven in her memory with joy, and the expansive feeling in her chest and head that love only just begins to quantify.

"What's it like?" she whispers into his hair. "Hunting?

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"It's exhilarating," he says after a moment, choosing his words carefully. He's never had to say this before.

"Sifting through the scents to find the one that would make the best meal and then tracking that creature down is...it's like a game, really, but with a serious goal. And the running is fantastic, to just...lose yourself in the speed of it." It's tricky, he's finding, putting all of this into words. Letting himself fall into debriefing mode helps a bit.

"And finally catching up and bringing the prey down is probably one of the most satisfying things I've ever done."

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She hums, pulling back to look into his face as he talks. Her eyes are bright as she listens.

"Ever hunt anything bigger than the rabbits?"

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He turns his head so he's facing her more directly, bringing up his arm to help support the position.

"There're deer in the woods. I believe Belar mentioned he could put a few boars out there if I liked." He hasn't. The deer are already more than enough.

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She pillows her head on her arm, looking up at him. One hand trails through his chest hair.

"Ever hunt with a pack?"

She can't help but wonder what it would be like to share that experience with him as well.

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"Sometimes another wolf will pass through. It's usually just Damocles and I, though." He smiles a bit. "If we've felled a deer, there's always a little meat for the next day, even with the two of us."

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She echoes that smile back to him. "I've heard venison can be tasty."

Her eyes stray to where her palm lays over his heart. Her voice grows quiet. "Does it hurt? The transformation?"

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"Very much," he says quietly, not elaborating because he doesn't want her to worry about it.

"It's also very fast, however, perhaps half a minute. And it always starts with the eyes."

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She touches his cheek and looks into his eyes. "But you wouldn't give it up, even if you could. Would you?"

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He doesn't even have to think about it. He just shakes his head and leans into her hand.

"No. It's too useful." And honestly? He likes it.

He frowns, curious and a bit troubled. "Would you want me to?" He hasn't gotten that impression at all but her question makes him wonder.

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She smiles, a touch of wonder in her expression. "No, love. No, not for a moment."

Her eyes widen a touch as she looks at him, and her irises darken, her pupils flaring. "Truth be told, I am a touch envious."

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He's torn between smiling and worrying at her.

"There are downsides to it," he says quietly. It's important she understand that.