[oom: Dinner with captainryan]

[hell_in_highheels]

[from here]

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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[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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!

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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

"Wasn't particularly interested in anyone."

[hell_in_highheels]

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

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan arches an eyebrow.

"I seem to recall I was chasing you."

[hell_in_highheels]

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

"Thank heavens. I almost got away."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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

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

[hell_in_highheels]

"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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

There is no higher thought going on in River's head. All she can process is how good his touch feels, how wonderful it feels to be the focus of his attention, his intent.

Distantly, there is a bit of sensible fear at the strength of her emotions, the desire she feels for him, but for her, fear has never been a reason to run away.

Her head curls towards the touch of his lips. She closes her eyes, shifting as she tilts her hips to receive him. Her voice telegraphs her pleasure, a low sigh that grows to a decadent moan.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He continues nibbling at her nape, moving further to the side so he's at the side of her throat. He can take advantage of her ear from here.

He enters her smoothly and fully, at the same time nuzzling the area just behind her jaw.

[hell_in_highheels]

A new angle means new sensations, and the touch of his mouth, the sound of his voice in her ear, all of it overwhelms her for a moment.

She holds tight to his arm, arched like a bow in his embrace. She whispers his name with a hint of quiet desperation.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I'm here," he whispers back, making himself known by sliding back and forth. He still has one hand on her breast, holding her, squeezing her, his lips busy tugging at her ear.

He half moans, half pants her name.

[hell_in_highheels]

His voice anchors her, even as it sets her alight. It is a long slow burn this time, and she rides the ascending spiral, dancing with him, all sense of time falling away.

Her motions gradually grow more insistent, and a shaky hand drags his fingers down between her thighs. "Touch me."