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]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"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."

[hell_in_highheels]

"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.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

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.

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"And you," he murmurs back, curling one arm possessively around her waist.

He smiles to himself. Go to sleep, Richard.