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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[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."