Richard’s in a pretty damn good mood. He just finished a good bout of play with Damocles outside and they both’ve come in for water. Dam is still in the kitchen, drinking, but the werewolf’s taken his glass to the big window looking over the lake.

Such a pretty view when the sun is setting.

((From here))

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.

The bed's made and Richard's relaxed on it, one hand tucked behind his head as he watches River finish getting dressed. The other hand is hanging off the side of the mattress, scritching Damocles' head.

"So CAL makes a copy of your data every time you return to the Library, and if something happens, she can restore you from that, correct?"

What did you two talk about that made you so serious, sir?

The question’s a bit out of the blue and Ryan looks up startled from the sword he’s pounding on. What?

You and River. What made you so serious? I mean, more serious.

Ryan goes back to pounding since you can’t just stop this sort of work whenever you feel like it. He frowns at the metal as he ( Read more... )

River’s reading on the sunseat in Ryan’s flat today, not unusual. The werewolf steps up silently behind her, also not unusual. She’s reading the same book as she was yesterday, slightly unusual, and staring at the exact same page. He can tell by the picture.

Very unusual.

“What’s so interesting about that plant?”

April has come and with it the warm weather. Werewolves, for the next six months at least, do not find it quite so miserable to be outdoors for three days in a row.  The level of easy prey is beginning to rise as well, as the animals of the forest begin their reproductive cycles anew. A good time to be a predator ( Read more... )

It’s been some time since he found her note. His mind’s been swimming with ‘what if’s’ ever since.

What if she asks him? What if he says yes?

What if she doesn’t like it?

What if it disgusts her? What if she hates it? What if she grows to hate him because of it?

He’s tried to explain all the aspects to her, purposefully bringing up the parts that ( Read more... )

If you're reading this, I have a favour to ask.

If I ask you to do this, I need you to not question me.

I need you to understand that I've done the research. I've given it a significant amount of thought.

When I ask you, I need you to breathe in my scent, so that you know. I love you, more than mere words can express, and I need you ( Read more... )

He works carefully with steel for strength. The chain is tiny, tedious work since he forges it link by link, but it's the most difficult thing in the project. The tag itself is easier, dull steel engraved with her name and degree on one side, a stylized version of the wolf on his ring on the other. He makes two of those, one for her and one for ( Read more... )

Ryan rolls over, exposing his back to cold air. When he isn’t covered again, he lifts his head and winces at the taste in his mouth. What did he get into last night?

Dam?

Outside, sir.

Ryan frowns and pulls the blankets around him before he crawls towards the opening. Why aren’t yo-   Ryan stares.

Morning, sir, Damocles says with a tired smile.

Dam, why ( Read more... )