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]

"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.

[scots_wolf]

His hand, still between her legs, slides back and forth with her movements.

[yosafbridge]

The sliding motion of his hand, slickened by the water, combined with the deep, repetitive press of his length, provokes a loud and seemingly breathless moan from her.

She's suddenly gasping for breath, her arousal heightened tenfold, the pleasure spiraling out of her to an almost dizzying degree as the water sluices against their skin and their rocking creates small waves in the pool.

[scots_wolf]

He loves the feeling of her insides pulling at him, and he moans loudly, pleasure taking him over at dizzying speed.

[yosafbridge]

She squeezes her eyes shut, focusing completely on the movement, of her hips grinding down onto him, of the pace of their motion - which quickly speeds up - of his fingers rubbing her.

Her hands flail around, trying to find something to grip onto as her body shudders over him.

[scots_wolf]

His free hand comes around to caress her breasts, sliding over the wet curves.

[yosafbridge]

She's close, already so close, and it's all contributing to bring her to her peak.

Her body tightens like a wire, tensing hard, before everything spills out of her in a rush and a loud moan of his name.

[scots_wolf]

At the same time, he spills out into her, hands tensing on her as all his energy flows into that one spot, and then explodes in a firework of unspeakable pleasure.

[yosafbridge]

She's grateful, then, for the cooler temperature of the water, her body bonelessly sinking back to lean on him, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed.

She tilts her head back to press a gentle and brief kiss to his jaw, nuzzling tenderly.

[scots_wolf]

As the shudders leave him, both his hands sink into her lap, and he leans back against the rim of the pool, holding her while he feels as if all his strength was leaking out into the water.

[yosafbridge]

She's relaxed, contented, every ounce of remaining energy slowly trickling out of her body as she slumps over him, sighing softly.

"You," she murmurs. "Amazing."

[scots_wolf]

"You, too," he whispers against the wet ends of her red hair. "And lovely!"

[yosafbridge]

"But would you like to be called lovely?" she teases, head lolling against his chest.