[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]

He's delighted to find no knickers. He has to shift himself around again to have best access, but soon enough his hand is stroking her inner thigh, playfully close.

His mouth extends its range, lightly kissing more of her breast.

[hell_in_highheels]

She rolls with him, shifting to lie on her hip as he readjusts. Her upper leg comes up and she hooks a heel around his thigh, giving him more room, knowing he can smell her now. Wanting him to use his hands, to feel how much she wants him.

Her hands keep him close, caressing and yes, petting his head and shoulders. His mouth feels amazing on her skin, but she can't wait any longer.

"Kiss me."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He lifts his head back up to hers, finding her lips and bruisingly kissing them. He doesn't mind the petting in the least. Rather the opposite, in fact.

Carefully, his fingers find her, lightly coasting over her sensitive skin.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her hands can't get enough of touching him, painting his skin with her scent, with her touch. She returns his kiss, equally fierce, sinking into the taste and feel of him.

The touch of his hand makes her shudder and moan, her hips rising up to meet him. She is oiled silk beneath his fingertips, flesh and blood.

Yours.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He keeps his movements sure and steady, stroking her. His kiss, in contrast, is constant pressure as he tastes her.

Good.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her breath grows ragged as he circles and teases, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her throat and between her breasts. She grips his shoulders tightly, her nails beginning to bite into his skin.

Her hips rock slowly, stuttering a bit as he finds her rhythm. She moans against his mouth, her heel digging into his leg. She is warm and wet, as aroused as he has ever felt her beneath him.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Trousers," he grunts between kisses. His hands are a bit busy, otherwise he'd get the button himself. His back arches into her nails as he nips her a bit.

He keeps her warm in the meantime, the rhythm of his hand sure.

[hell_in_highheels]

She nods, her hands fumbling over his shoulders, caressing down his chest to find the waist band and then the button. She grins against his mouth, her breath ragged as her hand teases lower to stroke his cock through the fabric. "Is that for me?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He lets out a short groan and pushes against her hand.

"Perhaps. Have to get it out first." Damn pants.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Perhaps? Perhaps?" She grins, popping the button and making quick work of the zip. Another teasing touch and then she's easing him free, gently, sliding along his length until he's fitted in her palm, her fingers wrapped around him.

"Lift up." Her other hand is urging his trousers over his hips as she's kissing him, her own hips still dancing on his hand.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He bites down on another groan, smothering it in a kiss. He arches his spine, giving her enough room to slide the clothes down.

"Anything else you'd like?" He teases.

[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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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

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

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.