[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]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

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He hesitates a moment, then lifts his chin to give her better access. Her kisses send shivers through him.

His hands gently stroke her sides up and down, fingertips simply moving up and down as he catches his breath.

"This what you had in mind for this morning?"

[hell_in_highheels]

The motion doesn't escape her and she sighs softly, gratefully, pressing a gentle, almost chaste kiss against his jugular. She pulls back just a bit, and nuzzles up to kiss along his jaw.

"Better," she breathes, her voice pitched low. "Much, much, better."

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"Good," he answers sounding pleased and smug all at once.

He ducks his chin down again, not to guard his throat, but to catch her mouth in a long slow kiss.

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Her eyes close and she meets him, a tender, gentle kiss that lets her savour him all over again.

Until the wind changes and the smell of scorched rabbit tickles her nose.

She groans as she pulls away. "Damn it."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He wrinkles his nose as he catches the scent himself. That's his breakfast.

"I think it's only the one side." He hopes it is.

[hell_in_highheels]

She shifts up and away, growling her disapproval. She moves like bare-arsed lightning the few steps to the fire and snatches the spitted carcass off the flame, setting it on the now cool flat stone.

That done, she makes her way back to him. "I think you may be right." She returns to the blanket, laying down next to him. She wasn't done with the cuddling part yet.

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He eyes his rabbit mournfully.

"At least there's still the bread and cheese," he sighs, holding his arm out for her to pillow upon.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Yes, and half a bottle of wine." She nestles her head on his arm and smiles up at him. "I like it here. It's peaceful."

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"Mmm. This used to be as deep as you could go. Any further and you ran into the Dreaming." He places a kiss on her forehead.

"It's disappeared since then. I don't know why."

[hell_in_highheels]

She hums contentedly at his kiss, her hand coming up to touch his cheek, stroking down to rest over his breastbone.

"What's the Dreaming?"

She insinuates a knee between his, tangling her legs with his, the better to gather his warm before the breeze steals it.

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It's a nippy little breeze, too. It's still before noon and spring. The fire's good for keeping warm too.

Not that he's complaining about the cuddling.

"I never went that far, so I'm not quite certain. I know it wasn't safe to sleep out here, then. Things that happened in your dreams happened to you in reality as well. Like if you sliced your hand on a knife, you'd wake up and the cut would still be there."

That wasn't a good morning, no.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Oh that's a frightening thought." A little shiver goes through her at that. "But it's not like that any more, you said?"

Even with the bit of chill on her backside, she loves this, loves the contented look on his face and the feel of his hand on her hip, just holding her.

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"Aye," he agrees. "Not that the woods aren't without their oddities anyway."

He sees the chill on her skin and smiles a bit as he reaches down to throw what blanket he can over their legs. There's leaf litter clinging to the back of the fabric, but that's alright. They're not on that side.

"Though I'm going to want the rest of my breakfast soon," he warns.

[hell_in_highheels]

She looks up at him, nodding, grinning. She lifts her head to place a kiss against the cleft of his chin as he reaches across her. He really does take good care of her, she thinks.

"And then?" More wolf words.

She'll learn his language if it drives them both spare.

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Though I'm going to want the rest of my breakfast soon.

He's grinning. He can eat and teach at the same time for that.

[hell_in_highheels]

She grins as she sits up, her hands brushing over him affectionately. She didn't get all of that, but she got the gist of it. "Go on then. There's cheese and bread in the basket."

She has to lean to find the wine bottle and glasses, and she talks as she moves. "Do you remember the first day we met, you told me there was a dragon out here?"

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He has to find where the basket went, first, then he drags it over to them.

"Yes?" He's rooting around for the cheese. "I've only seen it." Hah, there we go. He pulls up a slice and starts nomming.

"...apples?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Apples?"

She's pouring him another glass of wine and coming back to curl herself around his back, leaning into him to balance them both in the sitting position. She holds her chin up, mouth open for a bite of the cheese.

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"Fruit flavoured cheese." He shrugs. It's not all that unusual.

He pops the rest of his slice into her mouth.

[hell_in_highheels]

She bites and chews. "No... There's no cheese flavour there at all. That's just apples. Interesting."

She rests her chin on his shoulder while she eats.