OOM: Saffron, during Demeter's curse

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is laughing as he opens the door to his room. It's dark outside, and there are lamps in the windows, lights reflected in the shallow pool.

There are a few burning braziers around, with a little sprinkle of incense burning on it and giving up its sweet smell to the room.

Urquhart puts the wine on a low table, and turns to Saffron, with a big grin.

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[yosafbridge]

She looks around, absently rubbing a hand over her opposite arm.

"It's warm," she murmurs. It's nice. Comforting.

[scots_wolf]

"Late enough in the year for it to feel comforting," Urquhart says, putting an arm around her.

This curse he is under gives him an empathy he hadn't had before, and he can feel that Saffron isn't just bright, clever, brilliant, ruthless and sexy, there is also a deeply hidden part of her where she is hurt and lost and oh so angry.

Not different from him, at all.

And she can use the comfort of the braziers and the incense.

He leans in to kiss her.

[yosafbridge]

She leans up to kiss him, taking comfort in more than just the braziers and the incense. There's a comfort in the closeness, too, in the warmth emanating from him.

Sometimes she marvels at how someone who, technically, is supposed to be in his afterlife can be - can feel so alive.

She pulls back eventually, eyes dark and half-lidded in rising satisfaction.

[scots_wolf]

He smiles down at her, his smile reaching all the way into his eyes for once.

He pulls her close, sharing his warmth, and kisses her mouth.

It feels so wonderful, under the influence of those feelings.

[yosafbridge]

She curls up against him, his size easily dwarfing hers.

A few months ago, she wouldn't have allowed herself to get this close. Not repetitively, at least.

Now, she welcomes it, and tries not to think about what that means.

[scots_wolf]

Actually, they are both good at ignoring the implications.

All three, even.

Urquhart, even feeling as he does at the moment, under the curse, actively ignores the fact (for example) how wonderfully both Saffron and Moist are 'fox' to his 'wolf', just like the man who had brought him down. As if he was completing something. Or as if they were completing him.

She just feels so right there, just now, fitting snugly as if in a corner made for her. Urquhart bends down to kiss her again.

[yosafbridge]

She isn't surprised by his response, but she is surprised in what she senses from him - even if she can't sense a permanence in it.

"Hungry?" she asks.

[scots_wolf]

"Well, having a bite will fortify us for the exercise we're planning," he grins. "Good thing we brought food!"

[yosafbridge]

"Well, should we work up an appetite first, or the other way around?"

She glances up at him, raising an eyebrow.

[scots_wolf]

"What difficult decisions," Urquhart murmurs, large warm hands sliding the dress off her shoulder, and caressing her shoulder blades.

[yosafbridge]

She leans back into his hands, rolling her shoulders back for a moment, a sigh slipping out.

"I don't know if I realized how much I needed that."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends his head to kiss her throat, his long blond hair sliding over her skin. "You've only had a tiny taste so far," he whispers, lips humming against her.

His hands roam further down her back.

[yosafbridge]

The brush of his hair, as long as it is, tickles slightly, and she exhales in another sigh and a chuckle all in the same breath.

"Maybe so."

[scots_wolf]

He kisses her lips as his hands reach her hips.

"How is this?" he asks.

[yosafbridge]

Her own hands settle on his shoulders.

"Do I look like I'm complaining?"

[scots_wolf]

"Not really," Urquhart says, looking up into her eyes. "But then, you can be a tad enigmatic at times."

He dips his head again, all the way down to kiss the tips of her breasts. His hands push down the dress even further.

[yosafbridge]

"Is that something you're complaining about?"

When the dress slips down, she shimmies a little to give it some more help in the descent.

[scots_wolf]

"There's nothing about you I'd ever complain about," Urquhart says, with great conviction, his hands sliding down her back all the way as the dress slips off her.

[yosafbridge]

"That makes you one of exactly two people I can think of," she teases, her palm gently resting against his cheek.

[scots_wolf]

"Well, we know how to appreciate you properly," Urquhart says, implying that everybody except Moist and himself must be utterly uncultured barbarians.

[yosafbridge]

"Everyone else doesn't know what they're missing."

She smiles up at him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans down to kiss her again, long and deep.

"They are so stupid," he breathes. "So stupid!"

Not just Gene Hunt.

[yosafbridge]

"I couldn't agree with you more."

(Though she doesn't think of Gene as stupid, merely unenlightened on certain subjects.)

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart runs his hand down he bare skin.

"Let me show just how much I appreciate you..." he murmurs.

[yosafbridge]

"Show me," she whispers, fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging his head back for her to leave a trail of heated kisses along the length of his neck.

[scots_wolf]

Gently, he pushes her back towards the bed.

[yosafbridge]

She goes without hesitation, her dress descending the rest of the way over delicate curves and alabaster skin.

When her calves hit the bed first, she leans back, propping her upper body up on her elbows, watching him with a mischievous look in her eyes.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes off his own shirt so he can feel her skin against his own, then bends over her to kiss her navel.

[yosafbridge]

Her stomach muscles tense slightly, and she resists the urge to flinch away from the light kiss.

"Tickles," she explains.

[scots_wolf]

His hair slides over her bare skin as he kisses his way further down.

[yosafbridge]

There's a little more squirming, but it's replaced by a gasp as she arches back, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head.

[scots_wolf]

His lips inch their way further down. She doesn't seem to dislike this, after all...