[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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[hell_in_highheels]

She clings to him, breathing in the heady rush of his scent, the sweet fire pooling in her belly spreading through her body. Her whole body vibrates with that rising growl, drawing her awareness down to a fine thin ribbon of sensation that sings in resonance with him. She contracts around him, losing herself in the power and the beauty of his strength.

There comes a moment when she can no longer hold on, and her climax explodes through her body like a bolt of lightning. Her head tips back and she joins him in the song.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

That? Is awesome. He stretches the howl out as long as he can, a higher pitch creeping in when he comes before the song shrinks down and fades away to nothing. He gives one of her several nips a gentle kiss.

They need to do that more often.

[hell_in_highheels]

The howl catches in her throat before flickering and fading as he unravels, holding tight to him. Her eyes close and she drinks in the last few moments.

Her chin tips back as he lowers his mouth and her hands weave through his short hair. She can feel the tingle of her skin healing beneath his mouth, and the two together send a wave of goosebumps over her skin.

She presses her cheek to his head, nuzzling against him as she tries to catch her breath. "I love you so much," she breathes, the words almost inaudible.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Mmph," he says against her skin. "Love you, too," he murmurs a moment later, having lifted his head a bit. He pants against her throat for a bit before lifting himself so he can sprawl on the couch next to her, feet still tangled in his trousers.

"Sex wins," he says authoritatively.

[hell_in_highheels]

Laughing quietly, she rolls with him, wanting to be tangled up with him. She rests her head against his shoulder, kissing his chest, careful to avoid his scars.

"I demand a rematch," she says, grinning against his skin.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He shifts a bit, getting comfortable and making sure she isn't poking him anywhere.

Not that he's ticklish, but bones are bony.

"Iiii don't know about that. I'm not certain poem's get any better than what you've already sampled."

He has no clue, really.

[hell_in_highheels]

It takes a bit of arranging but eventually, she teases his trousers off his ankles, and stretches out beside him. She leans up on one elbow, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Well, it's not really about the poetry, but if you insist."

She clears her throat a bit, resting her hands and then her chin on his chest, waggling her eyebrows. "There once was a girl from Nantucket..."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He snorts.

"Save it for the toilet," he grins, wrapping one arm around her waist.

Then he adjusts a pillow behind his head a bit so he doesn't have to keep craning his neck to see her.

[hell_in_highheels]

She just looks at him for a long moment, blinking languidly, memorising the smile lines around his eyes, the contented scent of him.

never let this end, never going to let you go

"Fine, then, have it your way."

She leans up a bit, brushing her lips over his, gently tasting his mouth.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles her a bit, tasting in return. There are still hints of paradoxes, wine, and blood on her breath.

Absolutely no complaints here.