[oom] Room 417

[hell_in_highheels]

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He runs through his mental check-list one more time while wondering if he's missed something or if he could add something else. Fireplace. He turns the flames on, setting them to low and casting faint shadows across the furniture.

Perfect. He heads for the door and puts one hand on the knob before he smirks and leans against the wall instead.

"Who is it?"

She remembers the first time she stood here, her heart in her throat, wondering just what it was she was going to say to convince him to let her stay.  A smile spreads across her face.  She lays one hand flat on the door, and rests her forehead against the frame*. 

"Three guesses, first two don't count."



*The other hand has been claimed by a certain obstinate doberman.   His dog, indeed.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He grins and opens the door, headtilting amusedly at seeing her so close to the wood. He's still leaning against the wall himself, on odd mirror image.

"I'd know you anywhere," he says confidently as Dam trots in.

[hell_in_highheels]

She breathes him in, drinks in the sight of him, her own scent rich and deep with emotion. But she hangs back, mirroring his grin, content to watch for the moment.

Unconsciously, her head drops just a bit and she looks at him from beneath her brow.

"Can I come in?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He blinks once, meeting her eyes. There's still hints of the forest on her, both the primaeval and the Scottish, layered over her own scent. It clings to him, too, a complex tapestry of where they've been that day, made all the richer for their emotional scents seeping through.

It's a heady mixture.

He nods silently, savouring those smells, delighted in knowing she can, too.

[hell_in_highheels]

She drops her gaze to the floor, smiling as she crosses the threshold. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she leans up to brush her chin against his.

contentment, curiosity, playfulness, devotion

She's been in this space before, but never before has it felt so much like coming home.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He places a kiss at the corner of her mouth, welcoming her in.

delight, eagerness, love, confidence

"Staying long?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"As long as you'll have me," she answers, breathing the words against his cheek with a grin before she moves away, passed him into the living room.

love, trust, attraction, desire, dismay, joy

She inhales a bit in surprise at the scene set before her, her gaze moving back to his face. "I feel underdressed suddenly."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He closes the door with a smug little smirk and follows her into the living room.

playfulness, desire, contentment, amusement, eagerness

"Overdressed, I'd say."

[hell_in_highheels]

She scans the office and the bank of windows before circling back, her head dropping forward again.

playful desire, hunger, need, trust, love, anticipation

"Perhaps."

She toes her boots off beside the couch and holds out a hand to him. "So my love. Tell me, to what do I owe this honour, hmm?" She has a sneaking suspicion, but she'd like a bit of confirmation.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He picks up the wine glasses, passing hers to her other hand before taking the outstretched one and sitting.

playfulness, desire, coyness, love

"Does there have to be a reason?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She lets him settle, taking in the strange scent of the wine. It's not unpleasant, but it is new and she can smell how strong it is. She cocks an eyebrow at him.

teasing, hunting, longing

"No, but I know you, Captain."

She takes her place beside him, close enough to rest against his side, but turned just so she can look into his face.

He is so very handsome, she thinks. But it is the sound of his voice, and his scent, oh heavens his scent, that draws her in this evening.

"And rarely do you do anything without a reason."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I may have an ulterior motive," he admits as Dam takes the smaller couch. There's a small playful little smile on his face to match his scent.

playfulness, amusement

"Besides, I thought you wanted to see me pissed?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She mirrors his smile, blinking languidly. She quirks an eyebrow at him, and silently lifts her glass in toast, touching her rim to his before taking a drink.

desire, intrigue, intense curiosity

Her eyes close for a moment as she tastes the blend of wine and Atlantean for the first time. When she's done swallowing, she exhales in contentment.

"Do werewolves get hangovers?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"We can." He's found that out first hand.

pleasure, amusement, wryness

He takes a small sip of his glass, barely tasting the Atlantean against the wine.

"Water helps."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Mmm, well then. I'll just have to remember to drink deeply."

She leans closer, nuzzling his cheek before brushing her lips over his.

Want to taste you.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He lets his eyes shut, simply enjoying the sensation.

Tell me how it is.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her eyes close, too, and she continues her delicate explorations, quiet for a long moment as he fills her senses. Wine at the forefront, with a hint of paradoxes, a hint of champagne, and perhaps a hint of deer blood, all woven with the taste of him. There might be a quiet whine in the back of her throat as she takes it all in.

longing, desire, love, need

She pulls back, resting her forehead against his, still breathing his breath.

Good. Very good.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Just 'good'? He's teasing and he takes a turn leaning forward to taste her, a low rumble in the back of his throat.

love, want, need, play

[hell_in_highheels]

Cheating.

The sound of his voice sends a shiver down her spine, and his scent. Somehow she manages to keep her wits about her. Only just.

Another long moment, drinking him in small mouthfuls, hunger making her almost tremble, and then she's leaning back again.

love, longing, hunger, teasing, hunting

More than good. She meets his gaze, blinking as she takes another sip of the fortified wine. Her pupils widen as she looks at him and her irises darken.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

That's a little better, I suppose. He pouts a bit, meeting her gaze from underneath his eyebrows. He wants to find that pocket of scent behind her ear.

desire, want, love, amusement

He takes a long drink of his wine instead.

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh pouting is double cheating. She wants to crawl in his lap and feel the rumble of his voice against her breast bone. She wants to run her hands over his hair, wants to feel his own hands moving on her body, wants to feel his teeth in her skin. She wants to unwind him with pleasure, wants to surrender to the power of him.

But she holds back, wanting the thrill of the chase. Letting the tension build, slowly. Instead she tries to breathe, the wine already doing its work, making resisting all the more difficult.

"So tell me, Captain Ryan," she purrs, using her words to blunt the instincts she feels drawing her along like a deep, dark current. "What is a wolf like you doing in a joint like this?"

It might be working. Possibly.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He blinks a moment, then barks out a laugh. He can't believe she just asked that.

"I live here," he rumbles, tracing the seam of her shirt. That's harmless enough, right? Extremely harmless when compared to what he'd rather be tracing. He should have a little more wine, perhaps.

"What's your excuse?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She grins, thrilling to the sound of his laugh, the teasing touch at her side eating away at her resolve.

"Oh just a little research, that's all." Her own voice drops into its low register, sultry and dark. "I read somewhere that wolves mate for life. Wondered if you'd ever heard the same thing?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

His broad smile turns softer as he finishes off his glass.

"Perhaps."

He'd worried about that. But what hasn't he worried about? It's just another concern to add to the pile. Though he could probably take it off now. They were in the same boat.

He pours himself another glass of wine and tops hers off. "I never gave it much thought," he says a bit wryly, knowing it'll smell of a lie.

[hell_in_highheels]

She watches him move, watches as he looks away from her even as he smiles. The untruth is a new scent among all the others and she tilts her head minutely, her brow furrowing as he fills her glass.

"I did," she confesses. "Before I accepted the change."

love, truth, devotion

"I hope you know, I've never wanted anything less. Not for a moment."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

His brow furrows, Atlantean starting to take its toll.

touched, love, relief, confusion

"Less? Or more?"