Restless
Author's Notes
Spoilers for everything that has happened, and assumptions of what will happen. (just to be safe)
Okay so this is my very first fic, so please be nice. Constructive critism is always welcome, flames are not. Thank you kindly.
Also this is R.J./Casey, from a second person P.O.V. If you don't like slash or that kind of P.O.V. please go elsewhere and don't bitch at me. Thank you kindly.
Legal stuff - These are not my characters, if they were R.J. would be shirtless a lot more, and macking on Casey besides. Stupid Disney.
Restless
He twitches when he's sleeping. When the Wolf within him howls in pain, howls for release once more.
It happens less now then it used to, now that you're here when it starts. Now that you know the difference in his moans, his twitches. It's on these nights that the Tiger growls within you.
It wants blood, and carnage, revenge on those who had dared to touch him. Dared to hurt him. It screams for it's own release, it wants any threat to it's mate or pack gone. You have learned more about self-control on these nights, then any time spent in the study of fighting.
You know that the others are alright. You tell yourself that they're safe with each other, and it gives you strength. It is enough to calm the Tiger within you, to know that your pack, his pack, is safe. Lily will watch over Fran, just as Theo will Dominic.
You will watch over him. It will be enough.
You shift beside him, slowly so as not to startle him. Swift and quiet your hands skim over his arms, up to his neck. You drag the tips of your fingers down across his torso, your lips following. You kiss and lick your way down his body to his navel, and then make your way steadily back up again.
Carefully avoiding his right, you steady yourself over his left nipple and begin to lave it, with an occasional nibble, to mix things up. You feel his body shift a moment before you feel the hand in your hair. He gives it a gentle tug, and with a last lick you pull back to meet his eyes.
He is smiling at you, a quiet smile that only exsists in this room, when you are here, together. You move over him fully and his lips meet yours halfway. The kiss is deep, and strong. Better than any liquor, more addictive than any drug could hope to be.
You pull back for breath and catch his eyes in the darkness. Slowly, firmly you drag your left palm up the right side of his body. His smile fades, but his eyes hold yours as you come closer to your destination. You stop with your plam resting on the place where they (Jarrod, Dai Shi, enemy) hurt him. Violated a sacred thing, that you have only just begun to rebuild.
His right hand moves to where your left rests, and for a moment you are afraid. Afraid that he will remove and that there will be no peace for him tonight. Instead, his hand press down on yours, presses you in towards him until you can feel his heartbeat. It is strong and steady under your palm.
You feel your lips pull upwards in a joyful smile, and watch as his echo the gesture.
With a little laugh you fall back on an instinct within you as basic as the one to rend, and pounce. As you claim his lips again, he flips you both so that he now hovers above you, your palm still pressed against his chest, his his hand still holding yours to it. He breaks the kiss and moves to your neck, and you think your hear two growls echo in through the room. One feline, the other distinctly not. As you let yourself sink into pleasure, the heat that he is causing to run through your veins, you have one thought.
There will be no more dreams tonight.