[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]

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.)

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate bursts into laughter and muffles it against Harry's shoulder, digging her fingers into his back.

[valiantrebel]

It's a very dignified moment! How dare she laugh? That means an extended nip at her ear.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate begs your pardon, but they're in the middle of a session of heavy humping. What kind of dignity does he expect her to have?

She may still be laughing, but her breath catches when she feels his teeth.

[valiantrebel]

It's not humping, it's homecoming! It's a tender moment they'll return to for the rest of their natural lives!

The groan catches Harry by surprise.

Oh. Oh. That's started.

He doesn't stop.

[tiltingwithlips]

Oh, that's lovely. There's something about his face and his smell and the sounds he makes when he climaxes that send shivers through her.

All right, his face is ridiculous, but she loves it.

She chuckles again and strokes her hand down his back, kissing his shoulder.

[valiantrebel]

He gets to collapse on top of her, and run his hand up and down her side, and roll onto their bed, their sheets.

He kisses her ridiculous face with his ridiculous face. This is the best of all possible options.

[tiltingwithlips]

She oofs when he drops on top of her, and keeps her legs wrapped around his hips as they kiss.

[valiantrebel]

In between kisses, which he'd be happy to keep up for a long time: "Before we finish thee..."

He tugs the neck of her dress toward her shoulder. Too. Much. Clothing.

[tiltingwithlips]

Laughing: "Off with it, then."

[valiantrebel]

It will come off! And so will his.

He's just. Feeling both hazy and horny and lazy.

This might not be the gracefullest thing either of them have ever done.

Also, he still has to kiss her.

[tiltingwithlips]

Well, it'll all get off in the end.

As it were.

It does take a bit of work to get them both naked, given how often she interrupts things to kiss him, but finally she can put her arms around his bare waist and pull him close, skin to skin.

[valiantrebel]

That's time enough to recover, at least, speeded along in no small part by heat and touch and proximity. He slips one arm behind and beneath her, and traces lines and shapes along her back with his fingertips.

"Why, I think that has us done. Shall we sleep?"

No. He is troll-grinning. They really shouldn't.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate snorts and punches him in the shoulder.

"In due time, thou villain!"

[valiantrebel]

Yawwwwn! "Now, I say, now!"

[tiltingwithlips]

"Thou art an ass!" She whacks him again. "And thou wilt not leave me wanting."

[valiantrebel]

"Wanting! Wanting for hearth, for home, for husband? For what couldst thou want?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She is NOT GRINNING AT HIM as she rolls over and straddles him on all fours. Not at ALL.

"What could I want?" she asks, peering down at him.

"Mayhap thy hands?" She leans down and adds, her lips a breath away from his, "Or thy mouth?"

[valiantrebel]

"Tut tut, only my parts?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"One in particular," she admits, "but that is spent, is it not?"

[valiantrebel]

Offense! "Thinkst thou so?" He wraps his hand around one of her wrists. "Learn for thyself, I pray you."

[tiltingwithlips]

She gives him a look.

"Have I not felt it already?"

[valiantrebel]

"I heard thee feel it." He moves her hand lower. "Show us the courtesy of some faith, my love."

Yup, him and his cock, Kate. They are a package deal.