[oom] New Moon

[riversinger]

She's standing at the window, looking out over the Scottish landscape, watching the night sky.   The moon is new, and without the competing light, the stars are spectacular.  River kneels up on the window seat and touches the controls that bring the opacity down to zero.  Starlight isn't as bright as moonlight, but it's still enough that she can

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[captainryan]

There's a shadow making it's way back from the now dark forge, a smaller one at its side. Neither seems to be in a rush, though they do break off to chase each other for a bit.

Eventually, the shadows break apart again and continue their way to the bar. Shortly after they've disappeared inside, the door to the flat opens.

River! Damocles reaches her first, saying hello rather enthusiastically.

[captainryan]

"River..." He hadn't thought she'd ask for there.

"River, biting you there has nothing to do with drawing blood and everything to do with claiming you. I restrain myself because I don't want the blood smell...confusing me about what I'm doing."

She still smells like food. As long as she smells human, she'll smell like food. Drawing blood there when his control is already so thin is just asking for trouble.

He's not certain he's comfortable with doing it sober and at new moon, either.

[riversinger]

"Well, then," she whispers against the hollow of his ear, still moving to the music. "Failing the presence of endorphins to dull the pain, where and how would you suggest?"

[captainryan]

That, too, is a valid point.

Though, "How deep of a bite do you think it has to be?"

He had thought a simple nip would do it, but he supposes it would be better to be through the first time and not have to repeat it later should it not take.

[riversinger]

"I don't know. I was hoping your instinct would guide us." She nips at the side of neck, breathing in his scent.

The whole discussion is making her tremble with anticipation. Her hands move over his shoulders, feeling the strength and power of him. She wants him, and she just wants it done.

[captainryan]

He lets out a sharp whine (hey!) at the nip, jerking his head away. "I've never bit anyone," he admits. "And I'm rather not keen to repeat any of the methods I've seen." Then again, these are completely different circumstances from that. He frowns, trying to think of what might trigger the instinct to add to pack.

Perhaps she's right. Perhaps it is in the throes of passion and he's just misconstruing it because 'bite' has always meant 'food' before.

"You may have a point there, though."

[riversinger]

She pulls back to look into his eyes, tilting her head at him a bit. "Listen to you, sounding all scientific."

Her eyes are bright and she smiles at him, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek.

"Instinct, love."

[captainryan]

He gives her a dry little look.

"That's what I'm getting at. The only time I want to bite you is when I'm little more than instinct." He pauses. "I'd still rather nip your shoulder or sommat, though. For scarring reasons at the very least."

The other reason being in case he's wrong.

[riversinger]

Her smile softens and her eyes search his face.

"I'm not worried about scars. And I'm not worried about you mistaking me for a bite of dessert. I trust you, Richard. With my life. And I trust your instincts."

[captainryan]

And that's the difference between them, isn't it? He doesn't trust his instincts. Not that much, and she can see that on his face in the worry and doubt there.

At the same time, she seems to have her heart set on him doing it a certain way, and neither does he want to disappoint her. She only gets this opportunity once.

"Why don't we try and see what happens," he suggests at last.

[riversinger]

She nods, her eyes closing for a moment. "And if it's not the right time, I trust you to know that, too. All right?"

She leans into him again, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down to whisper against his cheek.

"I love you, Richard." I love you.

[captainryan]

Love you. It occurs to him this would be easier if he didn't. He wouldn't worry so much, then. Or at all.

He focuses on her scent again, gently nuzzling the line of her jaw.

[riversinger]

Love and longing, concern and worry, passion and desire and joy. The same scents he smelled on her that second night, standing at his door at midnight.

She dances in his arms, kissing his cheek, breathing him in even as her heart races.

He spoke of claiming her. She wants that. She wants to claim him as well, in her own way.

[captainryan]

He follows her jawline down, then abruptly cuts up before he can reach her chin. The kiss is long and slow, firm, but not particularly fierce.

That will come later.

[riversinger]

Her eyes close as she meets his kiss. Her embrace tightens on him at first but gentles as it continues, her body melting against him.

Breathing him in, she lets him fill her senses.

[captainryan]

He pulls her against him, fitting her from against his own. He breaks the kiss to plant small, gentle ones up her cheek and across the bone under her eye until he reaches her ear.

He whurfles into it, ducking his head a bit to get at the scent pocket behind, where the pulse was.