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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[rhiannon_lee]

The cool night air in the enclave contrasted starkly with the sweat and warmth of skin. She leaned back in the cradle of the Were’s arms. It took a minute to catch her breath. Rhiannon nuzzled her temple against his cheek. She hadn’t known this type of moment existed, and it was like time had rewound the centuries. No buildings, no roads, no lights operated by switch. There was a word for how she felt, but she couldn’t put it into the air. Saying such things aloud was a dare to the universe.

Re: Running

[cian_oneill]

He dipped his head until his mouth found the crook of her neck, the smooth unblemished skin she'd exposed earlier. This time when his teeth closed on it there was pressure, a mark that would stay until her body resolved it.

Fingers traced up the centre of her body, trailing up her throat until they pressed her jaw, turning her head. His mouth closed on hers, possessive and protective, hungry and happy as his tongue lazily explored and tasted as if feeding on the energy and heat between them.

Re: Running

[rhiannon_lee]

Generally speaking, Rhiannon experienced fear right after she noticed happiness, like its less welcome shadow twin. But right then, removed from the rest of the planet and its people and monsters, she was at ease. She curled her hand around Cian’s head at his ear and held him in the kiss, her tongue moving in unison with his. “Not just the night,” she said when their mouths finally parted. “Much longer.”

But who cared about the rest?

They would stay a while longer and then run the distance back to Cottonwood Cove. She would climb into an actual bed and sleep under the sheets in a pleasing tangle of the Were’s arms and legs. When it was time, she’d drive back to the city in a daze of sore skin and daydreams, and it would be okay.

Because what kept her in the desert wasn’t just its unique energy. It was also Cian.

Re: Running

[cian_oneill]

FTB?