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[captainryan]

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Richard carefully clambers back inside, ducking low to avoid hitting either his or his prize's head. Then he eagerly glides down the hallway towards room 417. His scent is practically humming with pleasure at his catch and the hand holding her pinches her thigh.

"Nearly there," he rumbles, already digging in his pocket for the keys.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He nibbles on her a bit, licking at the shiver over her skin.

Love you. He rumbles with pleasure, slipping out of her so he can rest at her side, one hand drawing lazy circles on her back.

[hell_in_highheels]

She rolls with him, purring, nuzzling under his chin, unwilling to part from him for even a moment. Her mouth finds the side of his jaw, trailing open mouthed kisses along the side of his neck down to his collar bone, nibbling ever so gently.

She nestles close along his side, her legs tangling with his. The palms of her hands skim over the fine sheen of sweat on his torso.

I like this game. You make such a nice captive, she teases.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Captive? Who caught who, here? He counters by poking her once in her side, smug grin across his face.

He's utterly relaxed here.

[hell_in_highheels]

She giggles, batting his hand away. Clearly I captured you. Lured you back to my lair and had my way with you, she continues, all evidence to the contrary.

Her grip on him tightens momentarily. And don't think you're getting away either. I caught you fair and square.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think I've developed a rather horrid case of Stockholm Syndrome.

He pulls her a little closer to demonstrate. Not going anywhere.

[hell_in_highheels]

To this day, those three words still strike deep. The first time he said them, she could believe it was only for the night. And that was more than she'd dared hope for, even then. Every moment since then had been a gift.

Now? She knows they mean so much more.

Good. Her eyes close and she buries her face in his shoulder, breathing his breath, bathed in his scent. She holds him tight, happy beyond the simple telling of it.