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"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.

They've been together long enough to have a little experience with such things

Her hands never leave his skin, lightly caressing, her touch and her scent telling him everything. She makes room for him beside her, laying back, nuzzling the scruff of his chin, grinning.

Should make you chase me more often, she teases.

Don't you think I'm hungry enough?

He catches her nose between his teeth and shakes lightly. He pulls her shoulders in with his arm, holding her possessively. His other hand caresses her side and flank, fingertips lightly playing.

She laughs, squinting as he bites her nose. There's a thrill of joy in her scent at the gesture. She's curled into his chest, head resting on his shoulder, feet tangled with his, purring with contentment. Her fingertips stroke the soft skin between his scars, the pad of her thumb brushing over his nipple.

Almost as hungry as me.

Hmm. That sounds like a challenge.

He moves his head to nibble on her own neck, teeth leaving sharp little indents in her skin.

Her head falls back to give him better access and she hisses, growling just a bit. She very carefully keeps her fingers splayed, her palm flat against his chest, not pushing him away, but conscious that the sensation he loves to feel across his shoulders would not get the same reaction if she trailed her nails across his chest.

She has other ways to please him, and she arches her back, pressing against him, her hand curling up to trace lingering spirals in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

You feel so good, she breathes quietly.

He shivers, flesh raising goosebumps against her fingers.

You make me feel good. He rubs his chin along her own, dipping into the scent pocket behind her ear. I'm glad you came here.

She sighs, a wash of love in her scent as she pulls him closer. Such a heady thing to hear him say. He's never been profuse with endearments, preferring to let his actions speak for him. From the very first time, she heard him say 'mine' that first night, she never expected more. Hoped for, but didn't expect. So when he does speak, the words are that much more cherished.

She curls her head towards his, continuing to stroke of his neck and shoulders, tracking the goosebumps with her fingertips.

I'm glad I found you, is what she says in return.

The real truth is much bigger than such a simple sentence. It is the truth of her heart and he can scent it on her skin, deep and powerful and true.

Actions and scents speak so much more than words ever can.

He rumbles with pleasure, nibbling on her neck again. His hands press themselves down her flanks, caressing her waist, hips, ass. That he's grown hard again should come as no surprise.