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He kisses her soundly as he pulls her to him, not letting up until he has to breathe.

"I almost expected you to be blue," he murmurs against her lips.

Breathing is overrated. She's still laughing, though, hands running over his head and neck, petting him, caressing him, devouring him with her hands.

"That one's.. in pieces.. for further study..." she answers between mouthfuls, kissing down his jaw to the hollow beneath his ear, breathing him in.

"God I want you." As she speaks the word, her embrace tightens around him, and he can feel it, smell it, taste it on her lips.

Edited 2009-07-30 06:52 (UTC)

He just rumbles at her, nipping down the side of her throat, one hand curving around her ass while the other one finds its way into her hair.

His scent, like a photograph, is worth a thousand words.

She sinks into his scent, sinks into love and longing, pressing her nose into his hair, her breath telegraphing his touch, shivering and shuddering, telling him exactly how much she wants him.

Goosebumps rise beneath his lips and he can smell that wild ecstasy in her musk. She fits herself to his body, her feminine curves moulding to his masculine planes, like she was crafted especially for him.

He feels so good, so very good and she wants more. She tells him so, with her hands, with her mouth, with her scent, with her sighs.

He kisses up the line of her throat, then bares his teeth to drag them lightly back down. The hand in her hair sweeps down, fingers trailing, to grab her ass. He smooths his palms over her curves then lifts her up to meet his mouth. His scent is still eager and anticapatory as he kisses her and just a shade impatient.

It was a long chase.

He backs her up to the desk glad for a strong support surface.

Her head tips back to give him access, sighing and then purring as he strokes along her flanks. It was indeed a long chase, and she's eager too, but she wants to take her time, wants the prize to be worthy of such a heated pursuit.

She hisses as he pins her against the desk, her palms slipping down his shoulders, her back arching. She can feel him, hot and hard, pressing against her hip and she presses back, grinning against his mouth. One hand sneaks down to stroke and tease him.

"Not the teacher's pet, hmm?"

Edited 2009-07-31 02:50 (UTC)

He gives a strangled groan to her, refusing to whine with need or want. He's stronger than that, dammit, but god dammit, how he wants her.

And she's still teasing him.

"Uh uh," he assures her, encouragingly rocking against her. "You've been quite the troublemaker today."

Edited 2009-07-31 04:34 (UTC)

Her eyes drift closed and she rests her temple against his cheek, lost in the warmth of his body, the scent of his arousal driving her higher already. She feels the strength of him rock into her and she does whine with need.

Her free hand fumbles down his bicep, down his forearm to capture his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth. She nuzzles his palm, bites gently at the mound of his thumb. She looks into his eyes, turning her head just so, playful, submissive. Vulnerable.

Her lips whisper against his skin, "However can I make it up to you?"

Edited 2009-07-31 04:59 (UTC)

"You know damn well how," he answers, impatience and playfulness flaring together. He nips her shoulder scar.

With the desk supporting her weight, he slips his free hand around to her front side parting her hair down below, reaching for her pearl.

Because dammit, two can play at the teasing game.

She is molten honey beneath his fingertips. Every touch, every nip, every breath, ripples through her body, a shivering gasp on her lips as he fondles her. She hadn't meant to torment him, only to paint his skin with sensation, greedy fingers exploring, cataloguing the intensity of his hunger. And now, there's no way in hell they're going to make it to the bed the first time.

She opens to him, sitting back onto the desk with one hand around his neck, oblivious to the toppling stacks of books and papers. Her calves and heels stroke along the outside of his legs as she guides him closer to what he wants.

"Show me, she breathes against his lips, capturing his mouth again in a searing kiss.

Edited 2009-07-31 16:17 (UTC)

He never planned to make it to the bed, not after she disappeared from it, little minx.

"All right." He pulls at her mouth as he rocks into her. He refuses to wait any longer, though he has no qualms about continuing to tease her. His hand rubs her delicately, not quite capable of hiding his grin. He frees his other hand from hers and slips it around the curve of her back to pull her onto him.

Her long legs wrap around his waist and her hands slip around his neck. He can feel her breath fluttering against his lips as she takes him in, her gentle strength claiming him. She can feel his pulse, can feel the heat of his body penetrating her skin, his fingertip circling, tormenting her in the most intimate, most perfect way. The rich pleasure in her scent deepens.

No secrets here between them. No guile, no evasion, however playful. Her scent reveals all. He has well and truly captured her. Here, in this place, she belongs to him.

He moves and she trembles.

He starts quickly and only increases speed from there, using his hand to keep her at the same level of pleasure as himself. Short moaning growls rumble up from his chest, vibrating his lips and hers.

Mine, he says happily, knowing it to be true, knowing she knows it too and is happy with it.

Yours, she answers, thrilling to the sound of his voice. God, the sounds that he makes.

If quick and hard is what he wants, she's willing, eager to join him. She holds him tight, hands stroking his shoulders, her own voice rising in quiet, panting growls, soft cries that urge him on. Seated like this, she doesn't need the extra stimulation, and gently guides his hand to her hips. Her legs pull him in tight, her hips rocking in time with his thrusts.

She whispers his name against his lips, pleading. She tips her head to one side and offers her neck to his mouth.

He kisses her throat, hard, then simply presses his teeth against her skin, sucking.

He moves on to nibbling as his pleasure rises, nipping, flat-out biting, leaving deep imprints in her skin. His growls are fading, turning more to moans as they're drawn out and grow louder.

The deeper bites are rewarded with shivering moans, and a spike of ecstasy in her scent. The sweet tension is coiling in her stomach, spreading down her limbs, singing in her blood. Her nails dig into his shoulders, lightly at first, and then harder, marking her pleasure in his skin.

Her soft cries are almost lilting howls, quiet but intense, her breath ragged. He feels the hard pulse of her body, drawing him deep, feels her tense as the wave of pleasure builds.

He arches his back a little, pushing up into her nails as he digs in a little deeper with his teeth, wanting to mark and be marked.

He pushes into her a little harder now as they near the end. His moans turn more to howls with no thought for the peace of any neighbours. The entire desk is moving with them now, low study thumps.

Every part of her digs a little deeper into him, nearing the place where she loses track of where she ends and he begins. Her breath stutters against his ear as she fights not to be the first to break, knowing she can take him even higher.

He is magnificent like this, and she revels in his power. She knows what he wants and gives it to him, her body moving to meet him, thrust for thrust, driving them both up to the very edge of the precipice.

He's still impatient. He doesn't mind breaking first, not when he knows this won't be the last time tonight.

The howl begins at her voice box, moves up her throat and past her face as he throws his head back to the ceiling. He's still moving inside her, hands on her waist and back, gripping tightly.

She can't get enough breath to howl. Her body is arching hard against him, trying to get that last little bit of touch. His body presses deep, making demands she can't help but comply with. She contracts around him, hard, her body shaking, convulsing with bliss. Another thrust and she's breaking, tipping over that edge into sweet oblivion, her breathless sigh turning into a deep throated howl, soft against his chest, but no less powerful for it.

He sighs happily into her ear enjoying the heat from her skin. The way things are going in the bar, he's fortunate to able to get a release like this.

Plus, it's just plain fun.

He nuzzles into her neck a bit, just happy.

Her arms twine around his neck, holding tight to him as she catches her breath. She enjoys the release, but it is the closeness, the intimacy that she craves. She doesn't want him to move away just yet, nuzzling and kissing his brow, his hair, whatever she can reach, urging his mouth back to hers. Playful hunger gives way to the deeper contentment.

Mine.

He kisses her, mouth breaking into an amused grin. Hers, huh?

Yeah.

Yours.

He eases himself clear of her and scoops her up into his arms. A mattress is more comfortable than wood.

Mine.

Yours, love.

The thing she appreciates the most about canine is not needing to use one's mouth. Which comes in especially handy when one's mouth is preoccupied with more important things. Like nibbling the side of your mate's neck and pressing your nose into the hollow behind his ear.

It's second nature to tuck her feet in so they fit through the door to the bedroom.

Habits do tend to be useful.

The bed is still a little rumpled from earlier though still fairly well made. Richard sets River down then scoots onto the bed himself once she moves back enough.

Which is hard to do when one is trying to kiss another, but they manage.