[werewolf AU] homeward bound

[tiltingwithlips]

The coronation is done -- and quite an event that was -- and true to his word, the new king Henry, the fifth of that name, provided all that the Percys needed for their journey north. In truth, they needed little; they came from Warkworth with hardly anything in tow, and return the same way.

But they do carry with them the security of the King's pardon, intangible (and if Kate is honest with herself, still somewhat dubious. Henry is sincere in wishing them to be allies, she is certain, but his subjects may not forgive so easily).

It's a few days ride to Warkworth. Kate has spent much of it in thoughtful silence. As they ride up to the castle gate, though, she lets out an audible sigh of relief.

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[valiantrebel]

"Wilt thou prove me wrong?"

Oh look, a second finger.

[tiltingwithlips]

She may have had a response, but she loses it to a groan and rolls her hips towards his hand.

[valiantrebel]

She is cruel, though: cruel and clothed. He balls his fist in the fabric at her waist, and tugs her dress downward, to kiss the tops of her breasts. (They really should have thought this through better.)

She hasn't let go of him either, and his own breath is starting to stutter.

[tiltingwithlips]

(Honestly, though, how often do they think things through?)

Shifting restlessly, she spreads her legs farther and speeds up her strokes.

[valiantrebel]

This won't do for much longer.

Harry shifts himself up and kisses Kate, hard and hungry. He shifts his hips, angling toward her. "Kate," he mumbles, "please." He pulls back his fingers, just enough, though he's still spreading and rubbing.

[tiltingwithlips]

She chuckles, bringing her free hand up to tangle in his hair.

"I do love to hear thee speak the word," she murmurs. "Come in, then, love."

She'll even guide him home.

[valiantrebel]

"Ah! My lesson learned." He sighs, grinning, as he slides in, and the warmth claims him all over. "I'll speak it quicker henceforth."

His hand no longer occupied, he slips it up her skirt and begins massaging. "Oh, my love, good Kate." He grins and leans down to kiss her again. "Please."

And his hips begin to roll.

[tiltingwithlips]

Her breath goes out of her in a long, shuddering sigh, perhaps a little pleading itself.

"Aye, Harry, as thou wilt."

She cups the back of his neck in her other hand, stroking her thumb along his hairline.

[valiantrebel]

Their rhythm isn't hard to find. Harry bends under her hand, bowing his head as she moves her fingers. He lingers over her neck and chest, planting kisses and nuzzling under her jaw.

At last, how content he is.

[tiltingwithlips]

This isn't the frantic, angry meeting they had after sneaking into the palace, and thank God for it. She arches and rolls under him, her chin tipped back for his mouth.

[valiantrebel]

All that is a thousand thousand miles away. Harry only wants to fill himself full of her, how she feels, how she smells, how she tastes.

There is a sweeter spot to be had. He angles his hips, just so. Almost...

[tiltingwithlips]

She lets him know when he's found it with a gasp and a tightening of her grip on his neck.

[valiantrebel]

It's not the most dignified of groans -- fair enough. It dissolves into a chuckle low in his throat. He kisses the crook of neck, keeping his thrusts fluid and steady.

[tiltingwithlips]

Dignity may very well be overrated, anyway.

Kate is certainly quickly giving herself over to some very undignified whimpering, muffled in his shoulder.

[valiantrebel]

So much for self-control too: need is pushing him to go faster, and sweat is already trickling down his back. If he wasn't so engaged, he'd -- no, by God, there's still time.

"Mmm, Kate, forgive me," he pants, and sits up to shuck his jacket.

[tiltingwithlips]

She lets go as he pulls back, blinking and catching her breath, and laughs.

"With a good will."

As soon as his jacket is off and discarded, she fists a hand in the front of his shirt and pulls him back down for a kiss.

[valiantrebel]

Gladly he'll come into that one! He loses no time finding his stride again either.

[tiltingwithlips]

She moans and hikes her legs up around his hips, shuddering.

[valiantrebel]

He's no quieter, burying his face in her shoulder, and threading his fingers through her hair. Thank God this bed is sturdy; they've made do with louder ones these months past.

[tiltingwithlips]

His breath on her skin, his hands in her hair, the roll of their hips together, the smell of them like this -- can they stay like this?

[valiantrebel]

In the long term, by his life, he'll accept nothing less.

In the short term, he's coming closer -- is she? A quick check-in, then, eye to eye.

[tiltingwithlips]

She catches his eye, then chuckles breathlessly and draws one of her hands along his arm to his wrist.

[valiantrebel]

While he moves to catch her hand, he can't resist kissing up her throat, where she's thrumming. "Thinkst thou there is cause to laugh, love?" he teases between pants.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Why, thou art in my view, art thou not?"

[valiantrebel]

"Hark, hast thou heard the dulcet tune?"

It is possible to grin and moan against someone's ear.

(And not entirely be lying about either.)