[oom] New Moon

[hell_in_highheels]

She's standing at the window, looking out over the Scottish landscape, watching the night sky.   The moon is new, and without the competing light, the stars are spectacular.  River kneels up on the window seat and touches the controls that bring the opacity down to zero.  Starlight isn't as bright as moonlight, but it's still enough that she can make out the horizon.  The landscape is stunning.

She settles back, sitting on her heels, arms crossed over her chest, hands rubbing her upper arms, smiling up at the night sky.

He said yes.

He said yes.




She can't help but wonder...  What comes next?

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he says without having to think about it.

These are not the worst scratches he's ever received.

He places a kiss on her throat a little bit closer to her midline, letting him see over the peak of her neck.

"Are you?" he asks, alarmed.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her hands move to his face, urging his eyes back to her own gaze.

"I'm fine, love."

keep you in my blood, keep you safe, keep you close. never leave you. never let you go.

Her face is serene, contented. Her fingers stroke along his jaw, trying to soothe the concern from his face.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He can believe that.

Doesn't mean they shouldn't take care of that bite. He...has no idea what to expect. The only infection he's seen is his own, and that was on a full moon. Will this scar in a few hours? Or will it take longer than that?

Is she even infected at all? She still smells human. How long until they know?

"How're you feeling?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Mmmm, no different. Can you...?"

She taps the side of her nose.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"No." He shakes his head.

"Not yet," he amends. Carefully he rolls them onto her good side so as not to place any more strain on her shoulder.

[hell_in_highheels]

"It could be up to 48 hours, but I suspect we'll know by morning."

She rolls with him, holding her hand between her breasts to keep the arm from moving. Still, there's the tiniest wince. She covers it, looking up into his face with soft smile.

"And if it doesn't take, we -- try something else."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He nods slightly.

"There are live werewolves here. We could ask." He's not exactly keen about making a request of the two he's thinking of. Nor is he certain they'd grant it.

"Or you can just punch one of them in the teeth."

[hell_in_highheels]

"I'd rather talk to Bar first. I don't want you to be beholden to them on my account."

"If not a warm cloth for you back, then -- perhaps for my neck? It still stings."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Richard rolls off the bed and pulls his trousers back up, though he doesn't bother with the button. He pads off to the bathroom, disappearing behind the door.

He sticks his head back through a moment later.

"Do you care which wash cloth I grab?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Not especially," she calls, perplexed by the question.

Living with a werewolf meant all the linens were dark shades, enough to cover the inevitable blood stains.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"All right." He withdraws again and a moment later the sink snaps on. She can hear him waiting for the water to warm (not long at all), then wetting and wringing out the cloth.

He comes back in and sits on the bed, gently applying it to the bite mark. "How's your arm?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She hums, reaching up to touch his arm.

"It's stiffening up a bit, but it'll be fine come morning."

There's a long pause as she looks up at him.

"Thank you."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He isn't really dabbing at it. There's no need. He licked it mostly clean already.

He quirks an eyebrow at her. "For what?" As far as he can tell she's dealing with a lot of pain for a possible profit. Really, he should be thanking her for being willing to go through all this.

[hell_in_highheels]

The wet heat is doing a lot to soothe the bruised muscle around the bite. That and the weight of his hand, and the care in his touch.

He really doesn't know.

How does she answer that question? For standing your ground? For trusting me? For bringing me into your life and for sharing this with me? No, none of that contains the full measure of her gratitude.

"For being you," she answers quietly. She trusts his nose will smell the rest.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I'm always me," he points out a bit cockily. His smile doesn't really match it, though.

"I just hoped this worked."

'All for nothing' is not something he's fond of hearing.

[hell_in_highheels]

She smirks at his confidence, rolling her eyes a bit.

This could never be 'all for nothing'. She knows he wants this, too. He knows she trusts him, and to what extent. The gesture alone binds them together.

Her hand cups his cheek and she leans in to kiss him.

"I hope it worked too. But if it didn't, we'll try again."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He returns the kiss as gently as he applied the wash cloth.

"What are your ideas?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She rests her forehead against his, and her scent changes to something more sheepish.

"Hadn't got that far," she confesses.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He smiles a bit.

"Fair enough. I'd only the two myself."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Well, we know at least two people with TARDIS's. So we could find a wolf from the original pack. Or, there are other kinds of 'wolf in the bar. More than one kind of lycanthropy."

He can tell neither of these options is much to her liking.

"Or I could bite the bullet and talk to Harry again. He seemed like a nice enough fellow."

Again, not her preference.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

The smile fades.

"Harry."

When did she get on a first name basis with Wells?

[hell_in_highheels]

She's not military, she doesn't know the difference. Still resting her brow against his, she can feel the smile fade.

"Sergeant Wells, I mean. I've only met him the once. And that was in passing. I told him I was your mate and he accused me of being a psychic vampire." She cocks an eyebrow at him in question. "He was called away before I could get the rest of that story."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Psychic vampire whut?

Oh.

Oh. Whatever he'd been about to say got swept away by that.

"I suppose that's as good a name for it as any," he says, focusing on her throat again. An wash cloth. How fascinating.

[hell_in_highheels]

She watches him out of the corner of her eye, smirking fondly at him.

"He didn't mention any details, so your secret is safe, love."

Though she's dying to know more, he's not one to be pestered about such things. If he wants to share the story, he will, in his own time.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," he says wryly, preferring to let the matter drop. Over and done with now, let it lie.

"I don't think this'll need stitches, just a bandage should do." He carefully pulls back the cloth to peer at it.