[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 head tips back, and she arches up into that bite, hissing her pleasure, her sharp nails biting into his skin. She didn't think it was possible to be any more aroused, but he's showing her how wrong she was. Her entire body shudders and her hips rise up, wantonly stroking against him.

Slick as an eel, warm and sweet as summer peaches, she slides along the length of him, undulating slowly, every iota of her awareness filled with anticipation. Reaching for him, calling him home.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He shudders as she glides across him, making a sound deep in his throat. He strokes her once more before finally entering her, smooth and sure.

There's no need to be hesitant when you're certain your partner wants you.

He releases her throat, kissing the teeth marks he's left, teasing them with his tongue.

[hell_in_highheels]

She can't breathe, doesn't want to breathe. She might miss something important.

Her body ripples and she rises, wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She contracts around him with a hard pulse of desire. So good. So deep and so very good.

She holds tight and gives herself over to him completely.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He starts moving naturally, groaning with effort to not go too quickly. He's breathing hard, taking her scent into him as she takes him into her.

He can feel his control breaking down as he moves faster, pushing into her harder with each thrust.

[hell_in_highheels]

She's sighing aloud with each thrust, her hands gripping his shoulders. There is a sheen of sweat forming, just enough to intensify every sensation, skin slipping over skin. She shifts slightly, angling her hips to get more pressure where she needs it, and tightens around him when he hits the sweet spot deep inside her. She can feel the pleasure bleeding down her long bones, rising up her spine, the delicious slow burn spreading through her body.

Her hands flutter on his back and she swears indelicately under her breath.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He whispers her name, short of breath, watching her breasts move, watching her move with his motion. He can feel her nails scraping the skin of his back, breaking skin, sending little flares of pain through him to mingle with his pleasure.

He can feel the response of her body, her tightness when he hits her sweet spot, and he drives into her that much faster, pushing that reaction as much as he knows how.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Yes."

She rises up to lick at his throat, nuzzling until he leans closer. Her mouth finds the top of his shoulder, hot open mouthed kisses that turn into tiny bites.

He can feel the moment she begins to peak, her scent changing again, surrender and bliss and a fierce sense of possession. A long span of heartbeats unfold as she begins to quake, and then she is bucking hard beneath him, her heels digging into his thighs. Her nails draw lines of fire down his back, her teeth fix in his shoulder, and her voice rises in unfettered passion.

She's marked him, and now she claims him.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He says her name, arching against the pain of teeth in his shoulder even as ecstasy fills him. Her name becomes a wordless howl, filling the entire room with sound as he comes.

[hell_in_highheels]

She holds tight to him, her face pressed against the side of his neck, her palms pressed flat against his back. Her breathing is ragged and after a long moment, she sinks back to the bed, pulling him down, not letting him go.

Aftershocks still ripple through her, and she undulates softly beneath him, gentling him back to earth, kissing his jaw and then his mouth. Soft kisses, tender, slow kisses, across his cheek and the peak of his brow, back down the other cheek to his chin, smiling as she comes back to kissing his mouth again.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes, still breathing hard, returning her kiss with confidence. He's memorizing her scent, her emotions at this moment, the feel of her skin against his, her lips on his own.

It's been a while since he was this content, this happy.

He laughs a little in his throat, the sound muffled by their mouths.

[hell_in_highheels]

She joins him in laughing, her smile broadening until kissing becomes an impractical matter. She nudges him up just a bit so she can look into his face. Her hand slips from around his back, between them so she can touch his cheek, a reverent look on her face.

"You are so handsome when you smile," she breathes, thinking how wonderful it would be to wake up next to him.

If he wants her to stay.

A tiny part of her wants to worry about that, but she can't let it see light, not while he's still inside her, not while he's still holding her tight.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He grins at her and turns his face slightly, stubble scraping skin, to kiss the base of her thumb.

"I'm glad you think so," he says teasingly, holding himself steady inside her.

A part of him's starting to wonder what next?

[hell_in_highheels]

She's still catching her breath, stroking his cheek, just basking in the moment. Her grin broadens again, and she whispers, "My turn."

Her hands ease him over onto his side. A delicious shiver goes through her as they part, but such is the way of things. She's kissing his chin, down his throat, her hands urging him over onto his back.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He resists a moment, ducking his chin a hair to protect his throat.

Then he exhales, relaxing, and rolls onto his back.

He's watching her, though. A faint smile is still in place, a warning of teeth hinting through as he eyes her head.

He trusts, but cautiously.

[hell_in_highheels]

She doesn't want to be parted from him, and as such, slides down his body, her legs still tangled with his.

She senses the tension in him, and places a chaste kiss at the notch of his throat, humming to soothe him. She is pressed against his side, from shoulder to knee. Her hand brushes down his chest to his ribs and back again, a firm but gentle touch.

Nuzzling, breathing him in, painting her scent on him. She considers tracing the line of pale silvered flesh with her tongue, but decides against it, keeping to the course of gentle, close mouthed kisses. She hums quietly the whole way, letting him know where she is.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He already knows she doesn't mean him any harm. He knows it very well. Still, he can't help but raise his head when she nears his scars. He flares his nostrils, scenting.

His mouth closes.

He settles back again, still watching her, faint smile still on his face. It's more relaxed than it was a moment ago and stays that way as her mouth coasts down his torso, the vibration of her lips tickling his skin.

[hell_in_highheels]

She meets his eyes, watching his expression carefully. She is smiling, kissing down his centerline, one hand on his hip, stroking down his thigh as she shifts lower. She nuzzles the hollow of his hip, and places one last chaste kiss there.

She rises on her hands and knees, her breath playing over his skin, and stalks back up to lay beside him, nestling in the crook of his arm, nuzzling his jaw. "Thank you."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He moves his hand so he's almost holding her without ruining her nestling attempts. Gently, he leans his head over and kisses her on her forehead.

Genuinely curious, "For what?"

[hell_in_highheels]

Her eyes close at the kiss and she smiles. She rests her head on his shoulder, her palm flat over his heart.

for letting me love you, for making me feel loved, even if it is only for one night

"Everything. The best evening of my -- not life in the last century."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"...century?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She smiles, like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her nod is small but distinct.

She nestles closer to him.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He frowns thoughtfully, considering this even as he accommodates her.

"You are human, correct?

"Not that I mind if you aren't," he adds quickly, "but I think that's the sort of thing I should know beforehand." He gives her a wry little smile.

He's also aware she could have simply been dead for that long, but he's not used to the idea of 100-year power sources. He hasn't seen much tech of the future yet.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I am. As human as any of us are in the 51st century." She pulls back just enough to look him in the eye. Her tone is a touch bewildered.

"52nd century? No, it was the 51st when I died, and I've lived -- I mean, my data ghost has been online, for -- damn it, I can't remember. Something over 39,000 cycles? Days, in your world. And I've been kept from file degradation, restored from backup you might say, every day since about day 7,000, after that run in with Professor Challenger and his little pets." She laughs, but there's a shiver as well.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

It's Ryan's turn to look bewildered and a bit taken aback.

"You don't have to...have an 'run in' in order to be restored, do you?" He sounds cautious, but he just looks concerned.

[hell_in_highheels]

She reaches up to touch his face, cupping his cheek for a moment. "Your concern is touching but completely unwarranted. No, I don't. But if I hadn't had my little 'run in', I wouldn't have discovered that I was archived, and it was that archive that allowed me to work out the file degradation issues my colleagues succumbed to."