Saffron, after Cubefall

[scots_wolf]

There are just a few candles flickering in Urquhart's room; the rest is darkened and quiet.

He comes in backwards, pulling Saffron with him, and kicks the door shut in a hurry.

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[yosafbridge]

"I'm only teasing," she says, glancing at him over one bare shoulder, grinning wickedly before she moves toward the small pool.

[scots_wolf]

It's so wonderfully comfortable to have that right in his room, Urquhart muses as he follows her in.

[yosafbridge]

"Now this," she decides, sinking into the water and relaxing back with a sigh.

"This is paradise."

[scots_wolf]

"Yes," Urquhart says, sliding in beside her, "it is. One aspect of it, at least."

[yosafbridge]

"Would you add anything?" she asks, out of curiosity, scooping up a handful of water and letting it trickle over his skin.

"Or take anything away?"

[scots_wolf]

"Not really," Urquhart says, enjoying the touch and the trickle. "This is a very nice paradise. It even has a worm in its apple, in the shape of that Security Goth."

[yosafbridge]

She does it again, watching the droplets trickle down his chest, a few lingering in his soft pelt.

"Such a stick in the mud," she agrees, leaning in to kiss him.

[scots_wolf]

"Pity he didn't stay dead," Urquhart says, kissing her hungrily. "Let's not waste our time thinking about him, though."

[yosafbridge]

"No," she agrees, nipping at his mouth.

"He's bound to ruin the lovely mood."

[scots_wolf]

"Which he?" Urquhart says, licking at her upper lip. "I'm the only 'he' here right now!"

[yosafbridge]

"The Goth," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again, her tongue tangling with his, tasting the lingering peppermint on his mouth.

"And let's keep it that way, if you don't mind."

[scots_wolf]

"Hmmm," Urquhart says, against her mouth.

That had been his point, after all.

[yosafbridge]

"That's more like it," she murmurs, turning her head to kiss a trail down over his jaw and throat, nipping playfully at the skin, hard enough to leave a few purpling marks.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans back his head, enjoying how assertive she is today.

He likes an edge, and variety. This has both.

[yosafbridge]

She grins against his skin, scraping teeth across his collarbone, and then trails dripping fingers along his stomach, her hand disappearing beneath the water's surface.

"I don't know what's come over me," she murmurs.

But he doesn't seem to have any complaints.

[scots_wolf]

"Some sort of wolf power," Urquhart says, with a please look.

No, no complaints at all!

[yosafbridge]

She smiles delightedly, nuzzling his shoulder before placing a gentle bite there.

"Then you should take me like a wolf."

[scots_wolf]

He pulls her close to kiss her, and bends his head to nip at her neck, his hands sliding lower.

[yosafbridge]

She yields beneath his hands and mouth, her head tipping back, red curls swirling like seaweed on the surface of the water.

Her hands grip onto his shoulders, anchoring herself there while she arches.

[scots_wolf]

He showers her neck and shoulders with little bites while his hand slides between her legs, in the warm water.

[yosafbridge]

She parts her legs for his hand, rolling her hips forward, his mouth eliciting a gasp as he leaves tiny bites against her pale skin.

It's so familiar and yet so foreign, the feral nature of the wolf running through their veins now.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart hopes that part of this will always stay with them.

His finger slides inside her, pulls. "Come one," he whispers against her skin. "Come up! Let me have you!"

He needs her. Urgently.

[yosafbridge]

He beckons her forward, crooking his finger deep, and her hips jut up in response, a whimper slipping out unexpectedly.

It dissolves to another wolfish grin as she drifts over to him, swiveling around to sit in his lap, her back pressed against his chest.

[scots_wolf]

His finger slips out, just a little; he pulls her close, and slides inside, filling her in one stroke.

He nibbles the side of her neck again, teeth teasing and lips soothing.

[yosafbridge]

Her body bows against him, back arching, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder while he guides himself inside her.

She savors the moment where they join fully, shortly before she begins the movement, rising up and down on him, grinding down roughly.