[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]

"Yes," she hisses, feeling the heat of his breath, the softness of his lips and knowing the sharpness of his teeth is not far behind.

She knows it is a submissive thing, this little ritual they have, but it's already embedded in her psyche. The feel of his mouth just there stokes the fire in her belly. Already, he can smell the musk of her arousal rising.

She is not the submissive type but this? This she surrenders to, willingly. She will surrender to this wondrous man, and the expansive sensation he breathes into her, filling her chest and her head.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He snorts once at the scent of her. Then he latches his teeth into the skin of her throat, firmly gentle.

If she wasn't willing, he wouldn't do this. Forcing it on her would do nothing. But accepting it is a sign of trust and love and, yes, a hint of responsibility.

He sinks his teeth in a little more, then releases and nurses the marks he's left.

[hell_in_highheels]

She arches beneath him, whimpering with pleasure. Her hands slip down to his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin. Her knee strokes along his thigh.

Another inhalation, another bite, another shuddering gasp as he licks and sucks at the angry red crescent. Her hips rise beneath him, grinding against him.

For a moment, she wants him to do it. To break the skin. To penetrate her this way as well. She wants him in her blood. She holds onto that want, holds it tight.

Not now. Not yet.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Not like this. He'd never forgive himself.

He breathes softly over the wet patches on her skin, pursing his lips to keep the flow of air controlled. He works his way lower, pausing to nibble on her collar bone.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her heart races. Gooseflesh rises beneath his lips, spreading like wildfire down across her chest, down both her arms. Her areolas darken, drawing tight as her nipples harden. Her whole body is awake and alive beneath him. Her head curls towards his, nuzzling in his hair as he unravels her, one kiss, one breath at a time.

One hand trails up the back of his neck, stroking lightly along his hairline, tracing spirals on his skin.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He arches his neck with a happy sound even as he turns his focus to her nipples. They're rather begging for his attention right now, and he's glad to give it. He licks one first, then carefully scrapes his teeth against it before treating the other to the same thing.

And then, while they're still wet, he blows across them.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her head falls back, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her spine arches and her palms flatten against his head and neck, not quite pulling his mouth back down to her breast, but certainly letting him know his tactics are having the desired effect. The icy sensation makes her nipples stand to attention, and makes her voice rise in little shivering whines. She bites her lip, bites back the sound, not wanting to seem greedy, but her scent can't hide.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Good thing he likes that sound, eh? Means he's doing his part right.

He returns to worrying her peaks, nibbling lightly. He shifts his weight partially to one side so he can bring his hand up her thigh, testing the defences of her skirt.

[hell_in_highheels]

The touch of his mouth on her skin and she cries aloud. Her hands grip the back of his head and neck, unconsciously pulling him close even as she tries to keep a modicum of control. Her face twists in a grimace of pleasure and she vibrates in time with his flickering tongue.

She can feel the calloused skin of his hand stroking up the outside of her thigh, slipping over her skin. She opens to him.

[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.