Displaced Prince

Paris: *lets myself be pushed backwards to fall on the bed* *grins up at you*

Dave: Mmm. Look. We're alone in your brother’s spare room. *picks up your leg and bends it and pulls off your shoe*

( Paris: So we are. )

"Yeah Mom, I haven't forgotten."

It's still early, and Sunday, so I left Dave sleeping when I heard the phone ring, and slipped downstairs. I talk as I walk to the back door, and open it, letting Ise and Giz out into the yard.

"I'm flying up on Friday night, and staying with Steve so as not to spoil the surprise."

Wandering back to the kitchen, the phone nestles against my shoulder as I spoon coffee into the cafeteria and wait for the water to boil.

"Is Helen gonna be there?" I snort with laughter at her reply. "And I thought I was supposed to be the prodigal child!"

The hot water, just off the boil, soaks into the grounds, filling the place with such a strong scent you can almost taste the caffeine on the air.

( Yeah Mom, I'm still listening, just making coffee. )

It’s a pleasant enough day, considering its winter, and I take it easy on the drive over to Karl’s. I feel Théo arrive halfway there.

“Hey Théo. So you and Éomer gonna shift in when we get there?”

“No, you will be driving to the cabin with Éomer.”

“What??”

“I thought it was time you met my cousin, got to know him.”

“Why??”

“In case you ever have need of one another. Surely it would be better that you meet now, and not at some moment of crisis?”

I sigh. ( Why does it sometimes feel like you're another incarnation of my Mom? )

NC-17 eventually

We have spent most of afternoon in Karl’s barn, blankets spread out on fresh straw, bodies entwined together, but the seasons have changed, and when we wake, the night is cold and we head back to the house. Ire is already asleep on one of the couches, wagging his tail as we enter and make a fuss of him before we head off for a shower.

The hard jets of streaming water soon warm us, and your hands are slippy with soap on my skin as we wash each other. You get that look in your eye that I know so well, and I grin back at you …

I cooked up all the steak that Karl had left in the fridge, which proved far too much for even the two of us, so I cut what was left into strips, and fed it to Ire who was camped out under the table. Later, warm, clean and well fed, we leave the kitchen and you take my hand and tug me towards the bedroom. I pull you close and kiss you, never tiring of the taste of you, the feel of your lips against mine. I kiss your neck and murmur against it. “Go through to the bedroom and lie face down on the bed. I will not be long.” You pull away and look at me. I smile back at you, a teasing look in my eyes.

( No commands Mer, not tonight. Just a whim. )

NC-17

It was early today when you arrived, and with no plans made, we were free to fall into bed and spend a couple of hours making up for the time we have been apart. Happy, and for the moment sated, we curled up on the bed, tangling together, touching, kissing, dozing, until the angle of the sun streaming in through the window and the grumbling of your stomach remind me that it is almost midday.

I grin at the loud rumbling sound that disturbed my rest. Propping myself up on one elbow, I let my fingers roam through the fur on your chest, my eyes finding yours as you purr and stretch under my touch. Your hand reaches out to stroke my hair, and I lean into it, closing my eyes and rubbing my head against your palm as a cat would. When I open my eyes again, I catch sight of your … Karl’s old breeches, hanging by one leg over the back of the couch where they were thrown earlier in our haste to remove your clothing, and my mind starts to work.

I lower my mouth to your chest, kissing my way slowly up it as I think. Paris is quite happy to answer my questions about this world, and went into detail on how trade and commerce work here. How merchants no longer travel from town to town selling their wares, rather have fixed places of business, “shops”. I quizzed him on where he had his clothes made, and he laughed, and told me that clothes were very rarely made for a person unless they were incredibly rich, in which case they were made by expensive “designers” who I gather are not unlike seamstresses. In this world, clothes are usually bought in these shops, which I now realise we have passed many times on our travels.

I slide my lips over your collar bone. “I think we should take the money we won playing darts and find you some riding leathers, breeches and a jacket. You are too big for Karl’s clothes and as we are able to spend time here regularly now, I think it is only fitting that the Third Marshall be properly attired.” Biting down gently, I suck on your salty skin before teasing.

( And I want to see you in leather. )

NC-17 for light bondage and leather kink

Éomer: We spend the day relaxing, playing in the water, making love, enjoying the extra time we have been granted. Our bodies are salt-crusted and tired when we finally pack away our bedrolls and food, and reload the bikes. The journey back to Wellington is pleasant under the slowly fading sun. It is full dark when we enter the warehouse.

We linger, kissing and touching, reluctant as ever to part. But finally, I sit by myself on the couch and call Karl. Although I know it is for the best if you and Karl can come to some sort of understanding, I almost hope that he will refuse so that I can see you for a few more moments. But I close my eyes and reach out for him.

( Karl ... )

Dave: It's been a great weekend. We're starting to build up a good track record for getaway vacations - that trip to see your friends with the bed and breakfast up the coast, the penguin hunt down on the south island... and finally we've been able to break away from the darker memories of this cabin and make some good solid new ones, along with strengthening our friendships with each other's shifts.

I was surprised to find it was early morning when I slipped back into my own skin - I'd expected Faramir to leave last night. But as I squirm in my sleeping bag on the lounger, I relax and smile. Paris is over there... waaaaaaay over there on the other side of the deck, neatly tucked into his own bag on his own lounger. There's a scattering of beer bottles and a plate that looks like it might have the remnants of nachos on it littering one small table, and I see both of our cameras perched on another.

Hopefully they got some nice pictures of the sunset. Those I've seen up here have been amazing.

I yawn long and luxuriously, and stretch, shaking my head before running my fingers through the birds nest called my hair. Hmm. I should brush my teeth before attacking sleeping bag #2. I try to tiptoe past and get inside the house without disturbing you... but Isean didn't get the memo about my plans and wakes up from her spot on the deck, dashing over to join me while happily yipping out her breakfast orders.

( Paris: I'm drawn from a deep sleep by barking ... )

NC-17

After we spent the rest of the afternoon alternately lazing around the beach and swimming in the ocean, Dave drove us back up to the cabin where he showed me how to set up the “barbecue”. He also supervised me in the kitchen, taught me how to put a salad together, and what to do with avocados, and while I was rummaging around in the fridge, I saw a couple of things that will be good for dessert.

Today has certainly been a pleasant day and I am glad that Dave and I had this time to get to know each other better. He is a good man, with an interesting sense of humour and I will always think of him when I see the ocean. That is an experience I will never forget.

Faramir is to shift in shortly, and I have opened another bottle of the good red wine Dave and I enjoyed on the beach, which he apparently also likes. The steaks are ready to throw on the grill, and the rest of the food is set out on the table on the deck. Isean has been fed, and has collapsed on the couch indoors, fast asleep after all the exercise she had today.

( Dave tells me it is time for him to go ... )

NC-17

It’s a pleasant day, and the trip out to the cabin has been fairly uneventful apart from several stops before we even left Wellie to stock up on “essentials”. Not that I’m complaining, but we do seem to have enough food and drink to last for a month. I did put my foot down at the extra blankets, given that it’s still summer, and there are heaps up there already. You drive, and me and Ise take it in turns to hang out of the window. She’s happy enough, but she and Giz have actually become close while you’ve been living with me full time, and he seemed huffed that he was being left behind. Karl is gonna feed him until we get back, and then I guess the furballs will have to get used to being on their own again.

( Before long, we're pulling up outside the cabin ... )

Rating: R for some descriptive groping

So it's Friday, almost noon, and I'm riding towards Karl's place. I can feel Théo at the back of my mind, antsy, almost pushy. "Quit it!" He backs off, but I know he's still there. When I finally got round to paying attention to the signs, it's easy to know when he's close. There's a tiny buzz when he's close, like a very small mosquito zipping around. He didn't really like the comparison, but I told him it wasn't personal. He promised me that there would be no more eavesdropping, and I believe him, but I feel better knowing I've got a failsafe, that I can definitely know whether I'm alone or not.

It's a pleasant drive, but all too soon, I'm pulling into Karl's yard, letting Leelu cruise the last few feet on autopilot as my attention is grabbed by a horse and rider in the field beyond the barn. Turning off her engine, I slip the keys into my pocket and watch transfixed as they gallop at full tilt towards the fence, the rider's hair streaming out behind him. He reins in the horse at the last minute, and slips off its back, heading straight for me. "So that's Éomer?" I murmur, taking in the magnificent guy with a predatory look in his eyes, suddenly glad of the buzz in my mind.

Théo: "It is, and I think it is time for me to shift ... in case he mistakes you for me."

( I think you're right. I'm outta here!! )

NC-17 plus an extra warning for light bondage :)