[oom] April Fool's Day

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh, River is not a morning person, but this prank requires some dedication and preparation.  She has her sonic screwdriver set to wake her an hour before the alarm, and she'd packed the blanket and the picnic basket the afternoon before while he was out running.

The matter of the prank itself is a simple few moments with the screwdriver on the red setting.  Quick.  Harmless.  And best of all, reversible. 

She still expects to get a bit of a hiding for it, but he did throw down the gauntlet.  Her cheeks ache from grinning at the very thought of the look on his face when he figures out just what she'd done.

Prank accomplished, she slips into her boots and shushes Damocles, swearing him to silence.  Rather, bribing him with future promises of bacon.  She leaves the note on the pillow and catches herself just before she kisses him on the cheek.  If he wakes, the surprise will be ruined before she can make her escape. 

Dear Richard~

Have been kidnapped by rabbits.  They said something about their pelts being used for "unseemly" purposes. Their leader says, if you ever want to see me again, come alone.

(crudely drawn map of the lake side and the meadow with an X)

Love,
~River

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[hell_in_highheels]

She grins as she follows him down, her breath coming faster, never breaking the kiss. She shifts, rising to straddle his leg, her hands on the earth beside his head, her knee between his thighs.

She shivers and moans softly as his hands find bare skin beneath the hem of her blouse.

never let me go, need you so much

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He kisses her, caressing her sides, straining his abs to curl up and be closer to her.

never let you go, want you so much

His hands creep higher, tracing swirling patterns on her skin.

[hell_in_highheels]

A quiet and seductive purr emanates from her throat as she settles against him, nibbling his lips, her tongue tracing the nerve rich skin there. He can feel now, both from the softness crushed against his chest and the smooth expanse of skin between her shoulder blades, that she isn't wearing a bra this morning.

never leave you, can't live without you, love you so very much

"Shall I," kiss, "get us," nibble kiss, "a blanket or two, love?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He was expecting as much, given how quickly she dressed after this morning's fiasco. He rubs her back gently, one hand sliding up her shoulder blade.

love want need you

"Send Dam," pull "for one." Dam! Clean blanket!

Ah, the many uses of having a dog.

[hell_in_highheels]

Goosebumps rises beneath his fingertips, and her scent intensifies, that powerful emotion mingled with desire and hope and a pure, wild joy.

She laughs against his chin, and then recaptures his mouth, deepening the kiss, letting him feel a hint of her own hunger. Her hips rock against him, revelling as she feels him growing hard, even through the layers of fabric.

She barely notices the dog and the freshly delivered blanket.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you guys are gonna do this, can I go run?

...guys? I'm going to take that as a 'yes'...

Richard pushes up against her even as he tries to pull her closer. The hand sliding up her back shifts back down for a moment to grab the edge of her sweater and move it up.

[hell_in_highheels]

She rises up, arching her back to help him free her of her top. There's a bit of wriggling and she leans back, shifting to straddle his hips as she rises to a seated position. She looks down at him, smiling as her hands roam his chest, tugging at the fabric.

"Come here, love. Come here to me."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He curls, sitting up part way, supporting himself with naught but abs. He grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging it up, over, off, and tossing it haphazardly to the side. His tags tinkle down, free of the cloth, throwing off glints of steel and gold. His skin is pale in the sunlight, the scars as always dark against it.

He wraps his arms around her, using her weight to help him stay half-sitting as he begins to nuzzle at her chest.

[hell_in_highheels]

He is so amazing to watch in motion, and she sighs her appreciation as he strips off his shirt.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, one hand stroking through his hair as she pulls him close. She nuzzles in his hair, rocking against him gently, whispering, "You feel so good."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"You taste amazing," he answers, words muffled against her skin.

Better than bacon.

His left hand goes up to cradle her head, fingers brushing past her tags and threading through her hair. His right is at the small of her back, pulling her into him.

[hell_in_highheels]

She arches in his embrace, hissing in pleasure as he finds a nipple and worries it. She leans her head back into his hand, the touch of his fingers on her scalp lighting a fire in her skin.

Her knees grip him, her hands holding him tight, her whole body shivering as he torments her. The moment he breaks off, she tugs his mouth back to hers for a fierce kiss.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He worries her mouth nearly as much as he worried her nipple, with a hint more roughness and hunger. There's maple syrup on her breath from the bacon, a dash of rabbit, a hint of wine, and interesting but not unwelcome mix.

His abs are still taut from sitting upright, the first quiver running through them at the exertion. He leans forward further to ease some of the strain, pushing her weight back onto his supporting hand.

[hell_in_highheels]

The motion draws her hips tight in against his, eliciting a low groan from her throat. She pulls back from his kiss, her voice a low purr. "When we get back, we must try this in a chair."

She pulls back to give him a wicked grin, twisting her hips against him, reiterating her suggestion more directly.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Need a sturdy chair," he manages, breath hitching as she grinds against him.

"For now, blanket?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She nods, agreeing to both sentiments. She reaches for the bundle and shakes it out as best she can, not willing to be parted until absolutely the last moment.

There's a bit of a giggle as she untangles herself and lands ungracefully on the blanket. Her hands reach for him as he follows her.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He rolls with a playful growl, positioning himself so his arms are holding him over her, chain dangling between them.

"No twigs, yes?" Better to get that cleared up now while they still have the presence of mind to do so. He starts lowering his upper body anyway, seeking her mouth.

[hell_in_highheels]

"It's fine," she whispers, rising up to meet his kiss. Her eyes close as she devours him, hungry and intent. Her hands smooth over his chest, up to his shoulders and his neck.

She drinks deeply from his mouth, melting back to the earth, welcoming his weight, her scent rich with the truth of her heart.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Love love love that scent.

Love her, too.

He doesn't allow himself to rest his full weight on her. For starters, it'd be difficult to move down her chin to lip at her throat.

[hell_in_highheels]

She loves being caged beneath him, loves the feel of his mouth on the sensitive skin of her throat. She gasps at the heat of his tongue against her jugular. Her feet wind around his legs, teasing down the backs of his calves.

Her hands caress his head, trembling like willow leaves in the barest breeze. She gives a shuddering sigh, arching beneath him, wanting his touch.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He goes down to his elbows, gliding down to the hollow of her throat. He licks it once, then blows across it, grinning at her reaction. His hands are somewhat free now, and he uses that to his advantage by gently petting her sides, feather light touches with the tips of his fingers.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Richard," she breathes his name, a shiver running through her as he teases just along the edge of a tickle, awakening every inch of skin. Her grip on his shoulders tightens and she moans softly.

"Never let me go."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He stops what he's doing (nibbling her collar bone) to inch himself back up so he can see her face. He finds her eyes with his own, unblinking.

"Never."

Only if she asks him to.

[hell_in_highheels]

She meets his gaze, her expression one of open trust and hope, and love, always love.

Her hand comes up to stroke his cheek.

"Never."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gives her a short sharp little nod, pushing into her hand, before leaning in to kiss her again.

[hell_in_highheels]

She meets him halfway, a tender, hungry kiss, her desire for him increasing ten fold with that nuzzle. There is a low whine in her throat.

Her arms wind around his neck and she pulls him close.

Mine, my love. Mine.