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[oom: Dinner with captainryan]

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River arrives in the bar just before seven in the evening, and secures a table for two in a cozy corner of the bar. She's dressed casually, wearing her favourite Irish sweater, jeans and her tan field boots. But she has to confess, she's spent a bit more time with her hair and her face.

For as interesting as Richard is, he is also a good looking man.

She orders a glass of pinot noir, and waits, watching the faces in the crowd. When she sees him, she smiles broadly and holds up a hand.

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Ryan looks out over the moonlit snow, frowning.

What did he just get himself into?

He's fairly certain he's just gained a packmate, and more specifically, a mate. Fuck. He never should have had dinner with her, not this quickly. It's not that he regrets the evening, just how fast this all happened. He should've taken the time to get to know her better. Instead, he has a relative stranger waiting for him in his bed.

A century!

Though to be fair, she doesn't know all that much about him, either. But, Ryan points out to himself a shade bitterly, she doesn't have instincts hemming in her actions. He already knows from experience how well it works trying to ignore them. Just look at Suzi and Deitmar.

Damn, it's cold out. Ryan plucks at his shirt, peeling the fabric off of his chest before letting it settle back on his skin. Where is that dog? He's about to howl again when he sees a dark shape speeding across the lawn. A grin breaks out when Damocles is close enough to hear.

Sir! Sir! There you are! I thought something had happened! I'm so happy to see you! I love you, sir! I'm glad you're here! It's cold out! And the rabbits tried to steal a bone, but I ate it instead! So happy to see you!

Yes, yes, Ryan rolls his eyes, cheerfully ruffling the dog's ears. I love you, too, you great idiot. It's said fondly as Ryan gets low enough for the Doberman to greet him properly. Come on, let's get upstairs.

Ryan opens the door to let them both in. Damocles doesn't quite prance around him all the way to the stairs, having been better trained than that, but it's a close thing. Ryan is regaled with the story of the defeat of the plaid rabbit, which lasts all the way until they're back at his room.

Well done, Damocles. Good job. Now, we have a guest tonight-

Is it Suzi? Or Deitmar? We haven't seen them for ages!

No, it's not. Our guest's name is River, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. That's an order, understood?

Yes, sir!

Good. Ryan opens the door for them, eyebrows going up when he sees River stretched out on the bed. A slow smile is spreading as Damocles skids into the room, then scrapes to a halt with his nose sniffing madly.

Whoa! What were you guys doing in here?

Ryan? Facepalms.

River smiles to see them both returning, especially Richard. Her eyes meet his for a moment, long enough for her to register that he's happy to see her, and then the face palm. Her brow furrows as she looks between Richard and the dog.

She holds out a hand to the dog, but her eyes are on the man standing in the middle of the floor. "Is there something the matter?"

Who does he answer first? How does he answer?

"Nooo," he says aloud. "Nothing's the matter, per se..."

To Damocles: We had sex. Anything besides that would lead to trouble later.

Oooooh. Damocles walks over to River, still sniffing, ears pricked forward curiously. She's the lady from the other day. Does this make her my mom?

Ryan stares at the dog. He completely did not see that question coming.

River leans up on one elbow, her hand stroking the dog's head and ears. She's watching Ryan watch the dog.

She cocks her head to one side, her eyebrow raised. She can recognise communication when she sees it. "He has questions?"

Ryan starts tugging his shirt off to give himself a chance to think.

...he can't tell her what Dam just asked, can he? Isn't that a bad idea? Won't that just make the entire room awkward?

On the other hand, he doesn't want to lie to her about it.

"Yes," he says once the shirt is off. "He does have questions. This is a first time experience for him." The shirt is tossed toward the bathroom door and Ryan heads for the bed.

Damocles is still waiting for his answer, but he will happily accept pets while he does so.

Her focus is rather more on the man than the dog, so he'll get pets right up until Ryan approaches the bed. She holds the covers back for him, eager to have him back in her arms.

She is a bit gobsmacked at his answer. The dog has to be almost two. Has he not had sex in the last two years? She finds that terribly hard to believe. The words are out of her mouth before she can catch herself.

"You haven't been with anyone since -- Oh, that is absolutely none of my business, please forget I even said anything."

Ryan gives her an arch look.

"Did you not just say this was the best evening you've had in a century?"

Which is an awfully big assumption on his part that she's been celibate all that time, but he isn't really keen to bring up the topic that he might be monogamous.

"I did, yes." Her voice is quiet, and her hands draw him back under the covers. "And yes, you're the only person I've been with -- the only person I've wanted to be with -- since I died."

i thought there would never be another after him.
i never expected to meet you.

Waaait, he still has pants and trousers on.

Okay, now he's good.

Ryan gives her a pointed look, but he's smiling too. "So two years shocks you...why?"

Sir?

I don't know, yet, Damocles. We'll see. Beat. You're sleeping on the rug tonight.

Awww, siiir!

She leans up on one elbow, grinning at him, a bit of a blush spreading to her cheeks. "Because." Her hand touches his cheek again. "You're... very attractive."

Her scent is saying so much more than that simple sentence can.

Ryan head tilts into her palm. "You're fairly beautiful yourself, you know," he says, voice dropping to something close to a purr.

If this stays like this...I can live with that.

His voice sends a delicious shiver down her spine.

River scoffs playfully under her breath, her hands caressing over his skin, savouring the warmth of him, memorising every thing about him, about this moment. "You could have have any woman you wanted, just with a look."

"Perhaps." He runs his fingertips over her skin lightly.

"Wasn't particularly interested in anyone."

"I noticed," she purrs. "I had to chase you all the way to Costa Rica just to get your attention."

Ryan arches an eyebrow.

"I seem to recall I was chasing you."

She grins broadly, and leans in close, just barely brushing her lips over his.

"Thank heavens. I almost got away."

Ryan gives her a predatory little smile, eyes half lidded.

"I'm not as easily eluded as you might think."

"I knew from the beginning, I never had a chance." She closes the distance, kissing him tenderly, once. And then she's pulling away with a mischievous grin.

She shifts in his arms and turns so that her back is to his chest, resting her head on his arm. She nestles against him, shoulder to knee, her bum pressed close against his groin.

"Tease," he mock sulks, pushing aside her hair so he can nip the back of her neck.

He has to admit this is cosy, though.

The sound she makes when he does that thing he's doing and the resulting twitch of her hips back against him may make him re-evaluate that sentiment.

"Not a tease," she whispers. Her hand drifts down, reaching back to touch his hip.

Oh. Okay. He can work with that, as she can probably tell by his sudden hardness.

He lets his fingertips trail down her body again, lightly dancing across her skin. His mouth kisses at the nape of her neck with the barest grazing of teeth.

River's eyes close and she moans softly, her head tipping to expose more skin to his mouth. A shudder moves through her as her body strains toward his touch. There is a subtle but unmistakable motion in her hips as she rocks gently against him.

She guides his hand to her breast, covering it with her own.

He massages it gently and slowly, exploring the weight under both their hands.

His hips respond in kind, matching the minimalist motion. He kisses her neck more firmly, now, drawing blood to just under the surface of her skin, marking her in a brand new way.

She gasps, her hand abandoning his to its exploration, rising to cradle his head. He might as well brand her with his initials, she thinks.

Heat is rising in her skin again, and she arches her back a bit more, still dancing slowly. Between the heat of his mouth and the hardness of his cock, her awareness is stretched taut as piano wire.

He already owns her, she thinks. Without question. Without hesitation. Without even a second thought. She belongs to him.

He blows gently over the wet spots he's left, recreating them when they disappear and starting the whole process over again.

This evening has been surprising. If she leaves him tomorrow he'll be distraught, but he's also fairly certain he'll still be glad to have met her.

The trick is making her not want to leave.

His hips are moving a bit more firmly, now, requesting access.

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