Home again, home again

[riversinger]

After the most exciting full moon in her memory, they'd taken their breakfast from the bar in white to-go bags, eaten it standing around the counter in the kitchen, laughing as they speculated where the massive boar head was going to end up mounted.  There'd been some affectionate nuzzling in the shower, and he'd had less than honourable intentions

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[captainryan]

He turns his head slightly to kiss her palm, barely conscious.

'm not "Sleeping," he murmurs, eyes still closed.

[riversinger]

Oh really.

She can't help but smile at the touch of his lips. Like two spoons in a drawer. She slides the arch of her foot down along his shin, gently insinuating it between his feet.

Have any -- interesting dreams?

[captainryan]

He gives a little negative grunt as his hand slides up her skin, settling just under her breast to pull her closer.

You?

[riversinger]

He can feel the contented rumbling purr more than he can hear it. She's holding onto the strands of a dream, and they grow thin and fade even as she tries to remember them.

Running. Chasing you. Changing as we ran.