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After River

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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In the rush, she's laughing softly, joy and amazement, breathless and flush. She kisses down the side of his neck, biting, leaving a trail of crescent shaped red marks on his skin.

Her hands skate down his sides, her legs tangling with his. She reaches between them, taking his hard cock in a gentle but firm grip. At the same moment, she sinks her teeth into the top of his shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard, nonetheless.

He lets out a high-pitched groan as she catches him in two places at once and ducks his head down so he can get his teeth where her shoulder joins her neck. It's a struggle to not bite hard enough to draw blood but he still doesn't know, not for certain, and he's not going to risk her.

Not without permission.

The pain pleasure is blindingly good, whiting out all her other senses for the duration. She has no choice but to melt back onto the bed, relaxing in his grip. Her scent spikes with love and desire, ecstasy and trust.

anything you want

He follows her down, loosening his teeth's grip. He licks at the marks he's left apologetically, nuzzling at her throat and moving up to kiss her again.

Her breath is ragged and she returns his kiss, still fierce, but trembling with the intensity of the moment. One hand grips the back of his neck, the other strokes and caresses his cock, her legs shifting to accommodate him.

She nibbles down his jaw to whisper in his ear, "Don't stop." Quieter still. "Mark me."

He rumbles in acknowledgement, turning and ducking his head to get under her jaw and at her throat again. He starts gently nipping at her skin there, pinching it between his teeth, then moving to larger, proper bites, proper holds.

"Mine," he growls, moving his hips slowly till he's over her.

"Oh fuck, yes," she whimpers. It's a struggle to think, her mind is so clouded with pleasure.

Every nip and bite is a nova of sensation, the velvet heat of his tongue laving over each one, soothing and enflaming her at the same time. She raises her chin, exposing more skin to his no longer quite so tender ministrations.

And below, she revels in the feel of his arousal in her palm as she guides him along her cleft, teasing him with the promise of wet, silken heat. Barely holding him at bay, just for a bit longer, feeling the pulse of his heart against her slick fingers.

He pushes into her, teeth scraping her windpipe, jugular just centimetres away from his caressing tongue. It's hard to believe how much he wants her right now but he's not thinking about it, he's acting on it.

He drives into her, deep and insistent, feeling her around him, wanting her around him.

She moans as he pins her. She winds her legs around his waist, her hands clinging to his shoulders. Her voice rises in shuddering gasps, her scent betraying a wild ecstasy as he withdraws and thrusts again.

She revels in the feel of his weight, the hardness of him fitted so deeply in her body, the quiet savage sounds he's making as he licks and bites at her throat. Her toes curl, her heels digging into his glutes, her spine arches and her hips rise to meet his thrusts with all her strength.

That scent takes him even higher and he rumbles with pleasure in little stops and starts at her throat. Her legs around him make his thrusting easier and he uses her weight to his advantage, letting the force he pours into her grow even greater.

He angles himself for the place she showed him their first night, making certain he bumps it every time.

He knows when his stroke hits home, feeling it in every part of her, hearing it in the tiny gasps she makes, feeling her pulse hard around him.

White hot pleasure coils in her belly, but she holds back, determined to wait for him this time.

She holds tight, turning her head to whisper against his ear, breathless, "Richard. My love."

River, he answers, "River," he gasps, losing the focus to use his teeth and falling back on small licks and kisses.

Love "River." Mine "RIVER!"

(Damocles does not join in on the howl this time.)

She shatters beneath him as he thrusts deep, rippling and surging around him, her thighs quivering and gripping him tight. Her head tips back and her scream of bliss mingles with his howl.

lovetrustneedyou

There's a few more reflexive thrusts before he stops over her, head low. His breaths pant over her and his mouth hangs open in a happy canine grin.

He lowers himself a bit so he can give her mouth a tender kiss.

"Love you."

She shivers with aftershocks, still coasting, every nerve in her body sensitised. Her lips are no exception, and she sighs into his kiss, her hands coming up to caress his face.

Her voice is tinged with wonder. "Love you, too," she breathes.

Gently he pulls out of her, knowing how sensitive he is. He keeps panting light little kisses on her mouth, down her chin, over the marks on her throat.

He's especially gentle there. He thinks he may have gone a bit overboard.

She tips her head back, a shivering gasp going through her as he traces the most tender spots. She can almost hear his thoughts. She touches his cheek, brings his eyes back up to her face. "Don't. I asked. I want you. All of you. No regrets."

He blinks at her, slowly, but meets her eyes.

"I can't," he says softly. "I can't get that carried away. I can't break your skin."

Not without permission.

She draws him down to lay beside her, unwilling to be parted from him, but needing to see his face. Her hand brushes away the sweat from his brow, and she steals another soft kiss.

She speaks with great care and gentleness. "All right. But if you do, love, that's all right too."

Edited 2009-03-11 05:07 (UTC)

"I don't- I don't want to infect you by accident," he says firmly.

He's not big on doing anything by accident, really, but this...especially this. It's not something to be done lightly, if ever. It changes a person, in more ways than one.

He knows it and it took him going mad to really come to terms with it. He's not going to...to force that on her on a whim. Or force it on her at all.

She nods, pressing her forehead to his. "Okay. I understand that. But give me a little credit, please. I'm not here, in your bed, by accident. I know who you are. And I love you."

"I love you, too. But I'm not going to ask this of you." He stares at her for a long moment before blinking. "If, someday, you decide to ask me, fair enough.

"But I won't ask you."

"Fair enough," she replies, meeting his gaze, smiling softly.

She catches his hand in hers and brings his palm to her cheek, leaning into his touch.

A small smile crosses his face still a shade concerned but he's leaning in to kiss her again, reassurance for himself as much as it is for her.

She doesn't need werewolf senses to know that, to feel that need in his skin. She pulls him close, kissing him tenderly, sharing his breath.

She presses a palm flat over his heart as she nestles against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sweet dreams, love."

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