[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]

Richard rescues the bacon part way through, as well, giving Dam his share and splitting his own with River.

"To us."

[hell_in_highheels]

When she's done with her portion, she finishes her wine and sets the glass aside before rising. She looks back at him, considering for a long moment, before kneeling to spit another rabbit, laying it across the flames. That done, she takes their first round over to the refuse pile.

She comes back, and settles next to him with the bread and cheese. This time she leans in to whisper against his ear, her voice pitched low. "Thought you might still be hungry."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"You know me so well," he murmurs back, lipping her ear.

He's very lucky, isn't he?

[hell_in_highheels]

She shivers at the touch of his mouth, her head curling towards his. "I would know you even better, my love. Before the day gets too much older."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I can get one of the blankets out," he offers. The den may not hold them, but the ground certainly can.

He should have thought of that sooner.

[hell_in_highheels]

She purrs her approval of this idea against the side of his neck, already nuzzling, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.

"Finish your breakfast."

Her scent whispers to him.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I'm a little distracted, love."

Cheese is about the last thing on his mind when she starts doing that.

[hell_in_highheels]

She withdraws just a hair, so that only her breath is touching him. "Shall I go stand over there? Maybe have Dam show me the perimeter?"

[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.