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]

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.

[scots_wolf]

He chuckles softly.

"I'd think that very odd," he says.

[yosafbridge]

"I'll have to think of a different word when my brain starts working again," she sighs.

Her limbs drift uselessly through the water, her body still tingling.

[scots_wolf]

"It's enough that you are lovely," Urquhart murmurs. "I can just be big hairy old me."

[yosafbridge]

She chuckles, pulling off of him before she shifts her weight to sit across his lap, her arms going around his neck.

"You're not so bad to look at yourself, you know."

[scots_wolf]

His arms go around her so she's comfortable.

"Perhaps," he admits, "if you like them tall and broad and hairy."

[yosafbridge]

"Perhaps I only like you tall and broad and hairy," she counters, pursing her lips at him.

"What do you think of that?"

[scots_wolf]

"Well, I like it that you like to look at me, whatever for," Urquhart says. "Because that means I get to look back at you."

[yosafbridge]

"I prefer to do a whole lot more than look," Saffron murmurs, cuddling up to him.

"But you've never complained about that part."

[scots_wolf]

"I think I haven't found anything at all to complain about, where you are concerned," Urquhart says.

[yosafbridge]

"That makes two of us," she decides, smiling for a moment.

"Except, perhaps, the multiple deaths."