Midsommer's Night Run

[cian_oneill]

It was almost as regular as clockwork, heading up to Searchlight on a Wednesday night for a few beers and a game or two. Cian went to the Golden Nugget, probably the most regular watering hole, for someone who didn't have regular places. Sometimes he went all the way to Vegas, but usually didn't bother. The noise of the big casinos usually hurt his ears, and the smell of fumes on the strip was something he could do without.

Like this Wednesday, when he just went up to the bar and ordered himself a beer, taking it over to a table and sitting down. After taking a long swig he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he continued to survey the other occupants of the place.

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[cian_oneill]

"Does it matter?" he growled softly, head lowering till his lips were pressing against the softness of her neck. His hands reached down and gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, as his back arched and hips shifted away from the wall, room enough for her legs to go around him.

"Better question is where are we going?" His nose rubbed against her skin, his lungs inhaling deeply as he took a permanent mark from her, his mouth finding its way back up to hers, and taking possession, feeding her need while sating his own.

[rhiannon_lee]

She squeezed him between her thighs, lending him an impression of their strength and of her shape, of the way she might fit against him. She hooked her ankles in place. Her palms grasped his sandy colored hair in handfuls and her fingernails scratched at his scalp. “Mm, I don’t care,” she muttered and meant it. “As long as it feels like this.” The slayer bit his bottom lip. Any opportunity to lose her head, to experience a sensation so powerfully that her lungs constricted and she couldn’t catch her breath and her teeth chattered.

[cian_oneill]

A low growl rumbled deep in Cian's chest as desire and need were melded into one. Her body rubbed against him, his hardening and trapped, straining against denim for release.

But he didn't want to stop, her nails on his scalp, the tug on his hair all feeding his hunger as he felt her teeth close on his lip. A soft, carnal growl now echoed in his mouth as he pushed and delved deeply into her mouth, tongue invading and seeking her every corner and taste.

[rhiannon_lee]

When she heard the noise, her breath quickened with the excitement of knowing how hot she could make the man feel, and of hearing it played out, owned instead of subdued. Cian’s mouth muffled the answering sound, a note that oscillated between moan and whimper. But there wasn’t any hiding the sharpness of fingernails that stretched down his back and clawed upward, carving pink tracks in the flesh, or the warm, damp evidence of her arousal.

Rhiannon interrupted the kiss. She dragged her mouth to his ear. “Put me down,” she said. “Just for a minute.”

[cian_oneill]

Self-control was something Cian had in spades, but right then was the greatest test it had had for longer than he could recall. It withstood the demands of desire, the need of the flesh and want of hunger, and had him let her down, his eyes almost glittering with the pressure of her there, then gone. His back was chaffed from where his bare skin was rubbing against the rough wall, but it didn't even register through the clear crisp carnal need that had a hold of him at that moment.

[rhiannon_lee]

She found her feet.

Rhiannon kissed his chin, his throat. Sensitive ears picked up the noise of a leather belt slipping through denim loops and a buckle clattering on the pavement. Next, a button being unfastened and the metal teeth of a zipper slowly, slowly coming down. She met Cian’s eyes as she worked her jeans over her hips and stepped out of them. A pair of black panties dropped to cover the silver eyelets of her boots.

“Show me something,” she said.

Rhiannon put her hands around his neck.

[cian_oneill]

Already adept at stripping away material skin Cian shed his jeans, only sound being a hiss of breath between his teeth as finally the restriction on him was gone, jeans shoved down to knees and hands reaching for her again. A blur of movement, her legs around him again, the strength in his forearms holding her as hips jerked and shifted and with final guidance the sweet moment of being buried inside her. It was a momentary pause, all movement ceasing, except for the pulses and lungs, before his mouth sought her again. Tongue, teeth, lips, clashing and biting, lashing and delving as his hips and hands started to move in a slow, perfect rhythm.

[rhiannon_lee]

The rough connection took her breath away. Rhiannon gasped sharply, as if she had been struck in the chest or knocked to the hard ground, lungs unyielding, unable to expand and contract, only this time for a sweeter reason. Her boots dug into his buttocks. Bare legs clung to his rib cage. She was a silken vice around him, and she had the strength to work herself against him in just as maddening a pace, tightening, seizing with the honeyed pleasure of having him inside her.

She caught his tongue between her teeth. Not enough to break the skin. Her open mouth sought his earlobe. Rhiannon let him hear what he was doing to her. Those noises were the only significant sound around the back of the building, and they echoed off the walls and the asphalt.

His name on the air…

[cian_oneill]

In the dark his eyes glittered, gold in green, as the burning tide rose. Her words and breath seared into his brain, her scent, now in full bloom, was embedded forever as he closed his teeth on her shoulder. The taste of her skin, her sweat, filled him and he pulled away, teeth grazing, possibly bruising, but not breaking skin. His tongue ran up the side of her neck till teeth again closed, this time one air as he pulled his head back from where her earlobe was. He slammed it back into the hard wall, the small stab of pain ignored as he growled again, hands and hips now quickening as he felt the edge nearing, fingers digging into flesh and holding on as she tightened and at the last moment, squeezed him over the edge and sent his body into a rigid core of sensations that pulsed through and around him. His throat opened, the growl released into the night's darkness as he did into her, and his eyes tightly shut with sparks igniting behind eyelids and scorching through the rest of his mind.

[rhiannon_lee]

She came undone shortly after. Rhiannon touched her nose to his. Heat blossomed into a fire that spread from her womanhood to her limbs. Pinpricks of sensation exploded from each taut circle drawn by her hips until she could move no more. Stillness and then a shudder. Her head tipped back and she cried release into the night. No doubt that her knees bruised Cian’s sides as they dug in on a crescendo of pleasure.

Her face burrowed into his neck as she gulped oxygen.

[cian_oneill]

As the pulses through his body slowed, his fingers eased their tight grip on her, still supporting her, but now just holding. Though there was no doubt that the marks on any lesser person would leave colourful bruising.

Their foreheads rested together, a silent, but mutual agreement to enjoy the aftermath as one still. As breathing slowed to normal again, and night air started to cool overheated skin, his eyes slowly opened and grin slowly crept across his face.

"Enough?" His single word was in response to her earlier demand to 'show me something' and he brushed his cheek against hers, lips near her ear as he added, "f' starters?" A slight lowering of his chin and his tongue dragged back along the line of her jaw till finally teeth lightly scraped over the turn of her chin.

[rhiannon_lee]

Rhiannon closed her eyes and tilted her face as his teeth scraped her chin. She shook her head. “Not even close.” There was a teasing smile. “But it’s cute that you think so.” Her legs loosened and she eased herself to the ground, surprised to find that her knees trembled under her weight. To mask that little revelation, she scooped up her clothes and put them on. When she was decent, Rhiannon got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“I knew you wanted to see me naked,” she murmured.

She walked towards the front of the building, all the while digging out a cigarette for a much-desired smoke.

[cian_oneill]

While she dressed he did the same, retrieving his t-shirt and jacket from where they'd been dropped during the hectic scramble earlier. The scrapes on his back were going to take some cleaning, he could feel, but it didn't bother him, having learned that one thing the shift did for him was allow him to heal exceptionally quickly.

A few strides and he was along side her, nose twitching slightly at the pungent aroma of tobacco, but more interested in what she'd murmured.

"Still didn't," he pointed out to her as they rounded the corner. "Still want to," he added, slinging his jacket over the crook of his arm as he reached behind his shoulder to brush at the abrasions on his back with his t-shirt. "One day."

[rhiannon_lee]

“One day,” she agreed. “If you’re lucky.”

But there was a clamping of Rhiannon’s lips that suggested an emergent smile.

Also, she tripped in a pothole.

"Shh. Don't say anything," she groaned.

[cian_oneill]

The response died on his lips at her instructions, replaced by a soft laugh, as he pulled his t-shirt on.

"Whatever y' say dear."