[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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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"If you like. Don't have to. Not much to see, really."

He's leaning after her just a bit.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her breath is warm against his cheek as she leans in again. She's grinning now, just letting the tip of her nose touch the curve of his ear lobe.

"You've only had the one, love. I don't want you to go -- hungry."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I've been hungry before." Very true. And he usually has his morning run before he eats.

He can't decide whether to sniff her or taste her. Both works nicely, he's found.

[hell_in_highheels]

She turns her head to meet his kiss, but lightly, teasing. Leaning in for a gentle mouthful and then just out of reach again, smiling against his lips. She's leaning her weight on one hand and the other comes up to toy with his collar.

"Are you hungry now?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Always," he rumbles at her, putting his hands behind him to support his weight.

[hell_in_highheels]

She has to concede this round to him, as the taste of his mouth is only making her hungrier. And she craves him, how she craves him. She still takes her time, sinking into the feel of him, letting her tongue and lips savour his.

Between each kiss, a gentle breath, and each breath grows shorter in duration as she is unwilling to be parted from him for even a moment.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He rumbles his appreciation at her, pulling at her lips with his mouth, savouring her kisses. He eases down the rest of the way, slowly, the twig in his back being ignored for now.

Once he's down, he starts bringing his hands up her sides, caressing, exploring for gaps in the fabric.

[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.