[oom: Dinner with captainryan]

[hell_in_highheels]

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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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[hell_in_highheels]

River holds tight to him, breathless, boneless, revelling in the sound of his pleasure. She cannot help but grin at the sound of the second voice, but she doesn't have the breath to laugh.

She turns her head to kiss his head, nuzzling, holding his arm tight across her chest.

Gliding back to earth, she gives herself over to the powerful emotion unfolding behind in her breastbone. A strange combination of surrender and trust, joy and a rightness about the world, now that he's here. She closes her eyes and tries to breathe.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan just rolls his eyes at the dog. He's still breathing hard from his exertions but he manages to kiss her lightly along her lips and up her jawline. He's content with that, light little touches that let him taste her while he catches his breath.

More than content. He never wants this to end.

He settles his head behind hers, buried in her hair and breathing her scent in.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her breathing slows, and she listens to the sound of his breath, unconsciously matching inhalation and exhalation. Sleep now. More later.

Definitely more later, she thinks, a drowsy smile on her lips.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He stays awake for a time, just feeling her breathe in his arms. His eyes are already closed to keep her hair from them and it's not long before he starts to doze.

He needs to repeat this exercise sooner rather than later, is one of his last thoughts.