[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]

That is what she wanted. A crack in his armor, rare, but achievable with the direct approach. She returns the kiss, drinking in the sound of his pleasure.

"Oh yes, I want you." Her hands release him to urge his trousers even lower, smoothing over his arse.

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"Tell me something I don't know," he rumbles to her smugly. He tilts his head to nibble down her throat.

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She laughs, purring at his kiss. A shudder passes through her as the hand between her thighs takes advantage of her momentary distraction. Her neck arches up and her lips seek out his ear.

"I've never been so happy as I am at this moment," she whispers, her voice soft and intent.

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He pauses in his nibbling, hand still moving, to fully absorb that statement.

"I love you," he answers simply, kissing her throat.

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His words send a hard shudder through her, rippling down her body. Her breath hitches and her hips press forward, her pulse racing beneath his lips. "I love you, too." The words fade away as she dissolves, a small climax stealing her breath.

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Now she's getting ahead of him. He grins wryly as he enters her, eager to catch up.

He's still kissing her throat, starting to bring his teeth back into it.

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She shifts, letting him pull her knee up over his hip, moaning as he slides home. She slips her arms around his neck, drawing her hands around his head. She sighs as his sharp teeth find their mark, her breath hissing through her teeth.

He can taste her sweat, smell her musk. Above them, the breeze plays in the trees, casting dappled shadows over them, stirring in her hair, carrying the soft sounds of her voice throughout the glen.

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It's one of the best things he's ever heard. He adds his own quiet grunts to the mix.

Being outside for this is a new one for him but...this is his place. It'd be hard to feel any safer.

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She can feel him pressed against her from shoulder to hip, feel his hand gripping her hip, pulling them close. She rocks against him, listening to the sound of his voice against her ear. "More," she whispers.

She disentangles herself slowly, kissing his brow, his cheeks, urging his mouth up to hers. A long fierce kiss later, she breathes against his lips, "I want you on your back."

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The corner of his mouth pulls back and to show a few of his molars. He's done this for her before, but it's still hard to let her take control. He does trust her, though, enough to show her his throat and know she won't abuse his trust.

Still, he keeps his chin tucked down as he starts to roll onto his back.

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She smiles softly at the grimace, nuzzling at his chin as she moves above him. A moment later, she's sliding down his torso, kissing and humming under her breath. She makes quick work of his boots and then his trousers, nuzzling back up his legs, pressing warm kisses into the hollow of his hips, along his ribs, kissing his fingertips and his palm as she rises to straddle him.

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He runs his hands through her hair, petting her head. He runs them down her cheeks, over her throat, her shoulders, stopping to massage her breasts.

He watches her carefully through half-lidded eyes, waiting for what comes next.

[hell_in_highheels]

His touch on her head, on her face, is pure heaven. The look on his face makes her heart skip a beat. She pauses, pressing her head into his hands, her eyelids drooping, all the tension bleeding away from her face.

And then she's leaning into his hands where he's touching her in other ways. Back to where they started. She does not break eye contact with him, blinking languidly. She feels so vulnerable to him here, even in the lead. Her thighs tremble as she lowers herself, sliding along his length, stroking soft skin over hard. She's teasing herself as much as she is him. She wants so desperately to please him.

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He can't help but push up into her, impatient and eager. She's warm against him and he groans a little at the feeling, wanting more, demanding it even as he keeps his chin down.

He uses his hands to stroke and pet her, doing his best to please in his own way.

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She wants more too, and feeling that hunger echoed back to her sends her even higher. She rises up and angles her hips just enough to catch him, bringing him into her body, sinking back down to meet his eager thrust. Her lips part and she whimpers with bliss.

She rocks against him, forward and back, along the whole length of him. Her hands cover the backs of his, bending her head and bringing them back to her face, kissing and nuzzling into them for a moment.

And then she guides them to her hips, nodding and gasping when he grips her tight, his fingertips digging into her flesh.

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He rumbles with pleasure as his hands guide her, fingers gripping tightly. There's nothing now but the the blanket beneath him, the sunlight on him, and him inside her.

Together, they find their time, rocking in one smooth motion as he groans with pleasure.

[hell_in_highheels]

She never breaks his gaze, even as her breath grows more ragged, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. Her hair is a wild halo around her face, the pale skin of her cheeks pink from the sun. Her lips are ruddy and swollen from his kisses, and the marks of his teeth are clear on her throat.

The sight of him fills her. His expression is so intent, focused on her. She leans forward and places her hand over his heart, melting down to capture his mouth, changing the angle, making her shudder and moan against his lips.

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There is nothing but her. He pushes his lips against hers, raising his head from the blanket. His hips continue their movement, lifting free of the ground and taking her with them.

His breath hitches, his groans becoming short little pants as he exerts himself.

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She meets him, breath for breath, melts against him, meeting his up thrust with an equally fierce down stroke. She can't hold the kiss, the pleasure twisting her features into a grimace. Her head slips down to rest her forehead on his shoulder, her hands gripping him, holding on as tight as she can. Her voice is a series of short breathless whines.

So deep, so good. She holds on tight, every place he's touching her, trembling, wanting to take him higher.

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She's so warm around him. Her scent washes over him again and again, dashing any chance for coherent thought. He just wants her, wants more, his fingers digging in again as he strains against her.

[hell_in_highheels]

It's instinct that's driving her now, chasing that sweet fire that's burning down her spine, pooling in her belly, spreading down her limbs. She breathes his name against the skin of his shoulder, licking and biting. She's starting to dissolve and she fixes her teeth in the skin there, wanting to mark this moment in his skin. Wanting to make him feel how much she wants him.

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His eyes widen and he half yipes, half growls before he grins. He nips sharply across her shoulder, grunting in pleasure at...everything.

He can't keep this up much longer.

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He doesn't have to as she's already there, the sharp feel of his teeth sending her even higher. She keeps moving, hard and fast, reaching even higher, her motions stuttering as she peaks, crying out her pleasure against his skin.

My love, my mate.

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My mate, he howls against her skin, pushing her up and holding there as he comes.

He's panting hard as he lowers them both back down to earth.

[hell_in_highheels]

She clings to him as if he were her entire world, breathing hard, flush with sensation, aftershocks rippling through her. She presses her face against the side of his throat, kissing him softly, her hand curled around his head.