After River

[captainryan]

He lays awake, staring at the ceiling, Damocles sprawled and snoring on the comforter next to him. The dog was pleased to have his place in the bed back, though he didn't understand why River wasn't staying again.

Richard wasn't too certain himself.

He hasn't seen her since after breakfast, since he took care of his morning exercises. It'd been nice to do something mindless that would wear him out in a completely different way and just run for a couple of hours.

But laying in bed waiting for sleep, there's nothing to distract his brain. He misses River terribly. Lovesick, sneers his mind. He agrees without contention. That much is pointless to fight.

What will you do when she leaves?
If she leaves.
They always leave.
He has no answer to that.
So when she follows through?
I'll deal with it then. Live and learn. The end of my lovelife is hardly the end of the world.
It'll feel that way.
I've dealt with worse.
It'll hurt.
I know.
And still...?
It's not like I have a lot of choice in the matter.
You could end it now.
He gives the ceiling a look that implies it's a great moron.
No. No, I don't suppose you could.
No.
Where does that leave us?
With a girlfriend, apparently.
Feels like more.
I know.
Could be worse.
Very much so.
Last night was fun.
He smiles.

















Go to sleep, Richard.

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[hell_in_highheels]

.when did this happen? when did my heart become so completely yours?

Her hands rest on his forearms, memorizing the feel of skin and muscle and bone. She leans into him, tipping her head back to expose her throat to his mouth.

.when I saw you in the bar, when you turned and looked at me. i fell.

She gasps when his lips find the marks he left the night before, a hard shiver running down her spine.

.my love, i'm still falling.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He works at them, bringing blood to the surface again just below her skin, almost but not quite able to scent it, teasing himself.

.He wants to keep moving down, but there's still a few buttons in the way. He snorts at her shirt, sticking his nose in as far as it'll go.

[hell_in_highheels]

The pain is exquisite, a sweet sharp reminder that she is flesh and blood and that he is real, not a dream, not a figment of her imagination. She swallows a gasp, and then laughs as he snorts.

Her hands cradle his head and she nuzzles at his ear, daring to lick and nibble at his ear lobe.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gives a little 'hey!' whine at that, ducking his head away while trying to keep his nose in her shirt.

It smells good in there. Last button now.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Sorrysorry." More soft laughter, leaning into him, hands hungry on his skin. Her voice is the barest whisper in his hair. "Can't help it. Want you."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Working on it," he says as the last button slips through. The next moment he's busy nuzzling what he couldn't get at before. Though there's still a bra in the way. Stupid bra.

Guess what his fingers are working on now.

[hell_in_highheels]

She laughs again, her hands reluctantly pulling away from him as she reaches behind to undo the clasp. "Hold on, let me." The position arches her back. (Unintentionally? Perhaps not).

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Happy canine sound this time as his hands slide down her obliques. And, since his hands are busy, he starts tugging at the bra with his teeth to get it loose.

[hell_in_highheels]

She strips the shirt off and lets it fall, her fingertips rising to slip the straps off her shoulders, purring as she slowly draws away. Teasing him a little, enjoying the sounds he's making, this new found playfulness and intimacy. The ability to breathe and stretch without fear of making a wrong move.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He lets her, hands holding on for a moment before she slips free. His head is low, watching her from under his brows, hunting. The bra is dropped and forgotten as he stalks after her.

[hell_in_highheels]

She doesn't look away for a moment, her hands moving languidly to the buttons of her jeans. She licks her lips, and works the button through. The zip clicks downward one tooth at a time as she eases them over her hips.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Tease.

Richard closes the distance between them, kissing River fiercely. He follows her curves down with his mouth, moving her jeans down at the same time with his hands.

There's just her panties left by the time he reaches her waist and he starts lipping at their elastic almost immediately.

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh my, she thinks, returning the kiss with equal passion. Her hands stroke his head as he descends. Her heart is pounding again, her breath shallow and quick.

She steps out of her jeans without moving away from his mouth. She considers warning him against shredding another pair of her knickers.

No, she thinks, smiling broadly. Her eyes close, her head tips back, her touch replacing her sight. It's a heady thing to be wanted in such a demonstrable fashion.

She gasps at the feel of his mouth on the sensitive skin of her belly.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He scrapes her flesh with his teeth as he catches the elastic between them and starts tugging down.

Wait. He's being derailed by the smell of her, apples and jasmine and musk. He pushes against her, breathing deep, hands stroking her legs.

[hell_in_highheels]

She bites her lower lip, hard, moaning softly in the back of her throat.

She leans into him, stepping to one side a bit to keep her balance, trying to anticipate where he wants her. Letting him lead the dance.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He recovers enough to pull her panties down so they're not in the way.

Then his face and nose is right back in her hair, just brushing over her skin. He skates lower, to her thighs, and delicately licks up the inside of one in slow swirls.

They're going to have to finish moving to the bed at some point, he thinks vaguely.

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh yes, as her knees just went weak at the feel of his tongue. She has to bring her feet together, letting him pull her knickers down to her ankles so she can step out of them.

When she puts her foot down, it's in the direction of the bed. "This way," she murmurs.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He leans after her a moment before he's forced to get to his feet and follow her. He keeps his hands on her, just to be touching her, not letting her escape.

He's kissing what he can as well, peppering lightly.

[hell_in_highheels]

She takes advantage, pulling him up for another hard, deep kiss. Which ends with a gasp when the back of her knees hit the mattress. She sits down hard, carried by the force of his momentum.

Her laugh dissolves into a low, sultry purr as she melts backwards onto the bed.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He grins at her before following her down, starting again at her lips and working his way back down.

He's in no rush and he takes his time as he tastes and kisses his way down her torso.

[hell_in_highheels]

She can't keep her hands from him, touching what she can, shoulders, back, head, not guiding, simply holding him lightly. Her stomach muscles flutter under his lips as she gasps. She can feel the heat of his breath, the heat of his skin, she can feel everything.

She sighs his name, reverent as a prayer, shivering in anticipation of what he is about to do.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He spreads her legs gently, giving himself room to manoeuvre. He coasts past her hair again, instead moving to the inside of her thigh and working his way back up towards her. Slowly, gently, he teases at her skin without quite reaching her before moving to the other leg.

[hell_in_highheels]

Now who's a tease?

One arm moves to cover her eyes, the other is grasping in the covers. He can see the slow undulation of her spine, her hips rising and falling in that subtle motion.

He can hear her shuddering sigh, can smell her desire growing by the moment.

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That's what he was waiting for.

He nuzzles into her hair, now, lightly kissing her before doing so again, harder. He's nearly overwhelmed by the scent of her, rich and deep, telling him exactly how far he should go.

He tastes her, sliding into her folds.

[hell_in_highheels]

She moans aloud, her hips rising, reaching for him. Her knees rise too, her heels stroking his shoulders, his back, holding to him. Honeyed musk on his lips, his tongue, the very essence of her arousal. And through it all, the thread of that powerful emotion, now easily identified.

Her hips stutter in their dance, and he feels the hard pearl of flesh beneath his tongue. Her world folds down to the touch of his mouth and his hands on her hips, holding her fast and strong.