Running

[rhiannon_lee]

Nighttime in Cottonwood Cove was a spectacle: a pale, pebble-strewn ground underfoot, ghostly Joshua trees twisting against a barren landscape, and a sky so black and velvety that Rhiannon longed to touch it. The moon hung low and full as she knocked at the front door of Cian’s little cottage, which had been built by a wealthy contractor as a getaway spot for his family during the construction of the Hoover Dam in the 1930s. With all that was temporary or mobile in this part of Clark County, Rhiannon appreciated the historical aspects of its framework, and how it lent a sense of time and place to an otherwise transient community.

The slayer’s dark hair was combed into a ponytail. After the sun went down, the desert temperature dropped sharply, and so she wore a loosely knit sweater over her tank top, jeans, and boots. A delicate crucifix glinted on her collarbone. She crossed her ankles and slipped her thumbs into her hip pockets as she waited for the Were to answer.

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Re: Running

[rhiannon_lee]

Eyelashes laid dark and wispy on freckled skin as Rhiannon closed her eyes. She relinquished any thought of control over her surroundings, this new trust in him so complete that the slayer was able to give up sight as willingly as she gave him her body. All that mattered were his fingers, and how the long bow of her spine arched into that sweet caress, and how her head rolled left to expose the bare expanse of her neck and shoulder. The skin there, unblemished from any vampire or other demon’s mark.

Between her parted knees, the slayer’s fingers clutched at a wrinkle in the blanket, and then squeezed, and then Rhiannon flattened her palms. She began to press forward, her hands stretching the fabric away from her.

The farther she reached, the more her hips lifted up in offering to Cian’s.

Re: Running

[cian_oneill]

His fingers reached the curve of her hips, his other hand joining the first at the junction, and tracing outwards. He leaned forward as he reached around, thigh pressing against thigh, skin brushing against skin, as he sought and found the source of her scent, her arousal teasing his senses in so many ways it was pushing his self control into high gear. With slow steady strokes and presses he caressed her, then entered, a growl of pleasure filling the air as his hands gripped the curve of her hips.

Re: Running

[rhiannon_lee]

There was the physical pleasure, but more importantly, the insane mental turn-on of having Cian on his knees behind her. Rhiannon’s teeth snagged her lip and bit until it bled. She squeezed her eyes tighter closed and made a noise she’d never heard from herself before: a whimper. Legs flexed and widened the angle of her knees.

She reached back and grasped his right wrist. Nails cut deep.

Re: Running

[cian_oneill]

Again his breath hisses as the pain of her nails digging into his wrist cut into the mist and sharpened the pleasure as he moved inside her. He moved that hand back between her legs, his body pressing against her back as he plied and pressed, his free hand holding her hip, their movements and the steady rhythm, falling into time with heartbeats that seemed to synchronise.

His nostrils flared, the scent of her, the blood from her lip, his from where her nails bit deep into his wrist, drove his self-control to the edge, and he strained to hold on.

Re: Running

[rhiannon_lee]

She laced her fingers over top of his where Cian reached into the apex of her thighs to touch and tease. A chorus of gasps and cries echoed in the hollow, and she slammed backwards, wanting as much of him as possible. The climax came with little warning. Rhiannon trembled and stretched. Her bracing palm slid past the blanket and scraped on the rough rock. It wasn’t until that flash of pain that she opened her eyes.

Re: Running

[cian_oneill]

He felt the grip of her body, and growled, a gutteral sound that wrapped around the echo of her cries. His hands held her hard against him, his body vibrating with the intensity of the orgasm that shook through him. While still racked with aftershocks he reached down, wrapping his arms around her body and drew her up against him, straightening until his head tilted back and the moonlight bathed them both.