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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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He moves with her, tongue quickly and repeatedly flicking against her clit. One hand slides down and over her buttocks to join his mouth. He quickly moistens two fingers, then resumes licking as he enters her with them oh so slowly.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her moan becomes a soft litany of barely coherent words, breathless and intent. She arches off the bed, her spine drawn in a taut curve. He can feel her body responding, drawing him deeper, pulsing hard around his fingers.

Her hands move down her body, seeking out his head, hovering, her breath ragged, her scent threaded through with steadily rising ecstasy.

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He moves his fingers in time to her breaths, as fast as she tells him to. He stops licking her only to close his mouth over her clit and begin to suck gently, pulling at her. He pays attention to her, sight and scent and sound, using it all to tell him what she wants more of.

And then he gives it to her.

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After the initial rush of passion, she finds her breath, settling into a decadent, slow rhythm, savouring the feel of his mouth and hands. A delicious tension grips her, rolling through her in waves, her voice rising and falling as he moves. She can feel the care in his touch, the intensity of his desire in his kiss, the love in his attention.

Again, he makes the world fall away, leaving just the two of them, dancing.

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Slow and decadent it is, then, and he has no complaints as he moves on and within her. He's glad to be able to give her this and a thrill goes through him knowing simply that he can.

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She is vocal in expressing her pleasure, sighing long and low at first. But a slow burn is still a burn, and his attentions consume her in more ways than one.
Soon, she is arching off the bed, her breath hitching in tiny gasps, every little flick of his tongue making her quiver. Her body is clenching hard around his fingers, her hips jerking and dancing in time to his touch, completely under his spell.

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He matches her movements, keeping time with her gasps, her jerks, her quivers. He's more firm with his fingers now, pushing harder, pushing for the spot she showed him their first time.

His tongue keeps time, too, keeping her burning, fanning her flames. He closes his eyes, breathing in the complexity of her scent, unthinking focus on his role.

[hell_in_highheels]

She is so lost in the moment, she makes him use his strength to hold her, thrusting hard against his hand.
Ascending, her hands slip from his head to fist in the sheets. Her body shudders, trembling as every long muscle in her body tenses, her heels digging into his shoulders. She whispers his name, and then cries aloud as the storm washes over her in intense rolling waves.

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If his mouth wasn't busy with other things, he'd grin.

He holds her with one hand, thrusts into her with the other, keeps tasting her with his tongue, all three hard and fast.

And then when she cries out, he begins to slow, bringing her back down.

[hell_in_highheels]

She plateaus, soars, shimmering and vibrating beneath him, her hand finding his head, half holding him close, half begging him to stop. Another span of heartbeats, and she's shifting, drawing him back up her body.

"More," she growls.

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That gets a chuckle out of him - cute little puppy sound - and he reverses the direction of their momentum.

Once more, with feeling it is.