[oom] Room 417
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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.
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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Date: 2009-07-07 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 06:37 am (UTC)Then you should feast, love.
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Date: 2009-07-08 12:59 am (UTC)He still drew blood, though, as he bit at the base of her throat. Red slowly swelled out of the holes he made, like tiny glossy flower buds, and he just as slowly licked them away again.
Mine.
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:13 am (UTC)Yours.
Everything about this feels sharper this time. The feel of his skin beneath her palms, the feel of his arms around her. She can smell the blood, smell the effect it has on him, can smell her own musk rising, mingling with it all.
The gasp becomes a growl, an inhuman sound coming from her chest.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:35 am (UTC)He growls back, nipping her again, leaving fresh marks as his hands find her bra and start pulling at it. He has no intention of breaking it but, well. Accidents do happen.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:58 am (UTC)She finds the hollow of beneath his ear and her breath is shaky as she inhales deeply, drinking him in, nuzzling and kissing, her hips rocking against him now.
Later? She'll discover the wardrobe malfunction. Right now, she's focused on him to the exclusion of all else.
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Date: 2009-07-08 03:31 am (UTC)Some small voice in the back of his head mentions, as his shirt begins tearing, that they should probably disrobe before foreplay in the future.
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Date: 2009-07-08 03:55 am (UTC)And if the fabric wants to give way that easily, who is she to complain? Eager now, she shoves the tatters down his arms, licking and nibbling across the top of his shoulder before returning to press open-mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. Devouring him.
Her hips grind on his erection, driving them both higher. Her kiss becomes a sucking nibble, down the line of the muscle to where his neck meets his shoulder.
Her mouth fixes there, sucking the blood to the surface, her teeth pressing against his flesh. Gently at first, but that's not enough. She wants more. She moans as her teeth pierce his skin and she tastes him.
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:24 am (UTC)Still, his scent is eager and aroused as he gasps against the wet spot he's left on her throat, panting with exertion. His hands move down her sides, roughly caressing until he reaches her trousers.
Sometimes he hates buttons.
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:44 am (UTC)She wants to see his face, wants to look into his eyes. She takes his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks, licking the last bit of his blood off her lower lip before sucking it between her teeth. She's breathing hard, rocking against his hands.
"So? Better than poetry?"
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Date: 2009-07-08 06:11 am (UTC)"We haven't even done the sex bit yet," he adds with a quick grin, kissing her lips possessively. His hands glide over her thighs and ass, long familiar territory though it has been satisfying to feel them grow more lean and muscular over the weeks.
Heaven.
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Date: 2009-07-09 02:51 am (UTC)She growls again as her lips pull at his mouth. Her thighs clench beneath his hands and she arches her back, offering herself to him.
Never let you go.
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:13 am (UTC)Dammit, why are his trousers always the last thing to get pulled off?
He pushes them both up and flips them over so she's on the bottom and his legs are free. He leans over her, kissing and nibbling her head, throat, chest. He'd planned on undoing his trousers but he finds his hands distracted by her warm skin, her scent spooling off into the air and making mere fabric the farthest thing from his mind.
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:46 am (UTC)His scent is changing, deepening, growing richer, drawing her in, binding her to this moment. She presses her nose into his hair, inhaling deeply.
Her hands smooth down his chest, over his scars, catching the button of his trousers and undoing it, teasing him for a moment, pressing her palm against his hard length through the fabric. She wants to hear his voice again, wants to feel his strength.
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Date: 2009-07-09 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:36 am (UTC)He has one hand on her hip and the other on the couch behind her as he slowly eases down, allowing her teeth to control him some. He brushes against her, nearly clumsy with alcohol as he kisses and nibbles on her ear, soaking in the scent pocket there.
Her musk reaches him, strong and spell-binding, distracting him utterly from her mouth at his throat. He lowers himself into warmth with a faint groan.
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Date: 2009-07-10 05:06 am (UTC)"Richard..."
Love.
Her breath feathers over his jaw, canine and human spoken as one word. The scent rolling off him is so rich, so intense, she thinks she'll die if she can't have another breath of it. Her whole body ripples, new muscle arching her torso hard against his chest, sending tremors all the way down to her splayed fingertips. Even her heels quiver against his thighs as she draws him into her body.
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Date: 2009-07-10 06:10 am (UTC)His right hand supports his weight while his left holds her to him. His hips rock against her, into her, driving his passion higher even as he tries to push her deeper into the cushions.
All he wants is her.
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Date: 2009-07-11 07:37 pm (UTC)Her breath is a shuddering sigh against his skin, telegraphing the motion of his hips, the sweet rush of pleasure pooling in her belly. Her hands grip his shoulder and the back of his neck, her heels dig into his glutes, her hips rising to meet him on each downstroke.
Every touch, every aching bite mark, every breath is full of him. A breathless laugh bubbles up in her throat, and she pulls him down for another fierce kiss.
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:53 am (UTC)A low groan starts in his chest, working it's way out and growing louder and longer as it does so until it's become a long howl, threading through the music that's still playing.
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:09 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:17 am (UTC)They need to do that more often.
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:27 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:33 am (UTC)"Sex wins," he says authoritatively.
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