Day 5
Title: Rest
Rating: PG-13
Primary characters/ship: Rasey.
Genre: Romance, General
Disclaimer: Don't own the series.
Summary: Neither of them intended to waste these sparse few still moments of peace on petty arguments..
He couldn't help but drool at the glorious sight before him. R.J.'s eyes darkened as he reached behind him to click the door's lock in place. He wasn't a paranoid man. His life was open to the world around him, minus some few secrets. But there are only so many uncomfortable walk-ins someone could tolerate.
He'd be damned if he let anyone interrupt this.
They had come to an agreement. It was never a spoken contract, but it was a deal none-the-less. As far as the team was concerned, the Tiger lead. He was the strength. He had the instincts. And he had the desire. Even though the Wolf could aspire to these things, it would remain the supportive beta. And the wolf's master was completely fine with this.
In training, the wolf pushed his weight. Even with strength, R.J.'s "cubs," not quite cubs but it was the endearment that counted, still needed discipline. Everyone needed to keep on their toes. Still, training was fair ground for both master and students. You never stop learning. It was no-man's-land.
But when the moon peaked over the horizon, the Wolf switched into the role of alpha. Slowly he stalked towards his bed and the delicious prey that lay so wonderfully sprawled and exposed before him. The tiger grinned, quite pleased in himself from his mate's reaction. He crooked a finger as the wolf crawled to hover over him.
"Welcome back…" the tiger whispered, brushing his lips against his lover's chin as he spoke, scratching the stubble that lay there with the finger he had used to beacon him.
"Thanks!" He responded before snatching the scratching hand away and capturing the lips that played so closely by.
The tiger released an appreciative moan into the other's mouth, savoring the taste. It was better then any food could hope to be. He could never get enough. Casey used his free hand to reach up and bury his digits in the hair just above R.J.'s ear. He felt his lovers' fingers curl against the sheets. He grinned, breaking for breath.
"You're such a puppy." He teased, only receiving a lick to his cheek. He couldn't help but laugh.
Words were lost again when R.J. bent down to nibble on the feline's neck. Casey strained to the left to let him at as much skin as possible. He sighed with ease as long rough fingers traveled down his torso slowly. This felt right tonight. This would work.
"Too long…" He heard R.J. mutter against his increasingly wet collarbone.
"Mmm…" Casey agreed, running light touches against the back of the wolf's shoulders.
Nights weren't always like this. There were those nights, when nightmarish dreams would get a hold of the wolf. He'd take his anguish out on the tiger's body. The tiger never objected. He had his share of regrets and demons. There were those when the season would become too much and their playful power struggle would extend into their bedroom. There were even those when the wolf preferred to, or allowed himself to be, passive and let the tiger play in his own manner. Then there was a peaceful connection. Casey had to admit, though all were welcome, they were his favorite.
There were times when their explorations and games were drawn out for the sake of comfort rather then teasing. They were nights when even if they ended in affectionate caresses instead of passion, it would be more than enough to content either. These represented a comfort with one another that had initially been missing. In their first months together, there had been so much fear and unease. They had doubts about the attraction, others reactions, a conflict with duty, or the legitimacy of their dedication.
Tonight leaned towards the later, though he would admit to being quite disappointed if the wolf didn't carry on with those heavenly nibbles that had by now reached his abdomen. Life had been crazy, leading only to R.J. being called away for a few days. The stress had kept them apart until now.
Neither animal had any intention of wasting these still hours. Together they created a sensual puppet show of silhouettes. Accompanied by soft breaths and sharp moans, they stifled themselves only for fear of someone attempting to interrupt them. A mesh of limbs they found each other yet again, laughing at their familiarity with one another and savoring the bliss that alone could bring.
Passion's peak passing, the wolf's carnal tastes subsided, allowing him to sink quietly beside the rather content and drowsy kitty. Still, like the ever-hyper "puppy" as Casey referred to him, R.J. couldn't resist but to tickle his mate into alertness. Only mildly annoyed, Casey swatted him for it until he halted.
"Well I'm not going to let you drift on that easy, kitty." A devilish grin spread across the master's face.
"Why am I not surprised?" Casey laughed, gaining a spark of life back in him, he pounced, pinning the unguarded wolf down. R.J. growled slightly.
"If I've got this right, this was supposed to be a welcome home for you… I don't think I've given you a proper welcome yet…" He smirked just as mischievously as he could. The wolf stopped protesting.
Okay, Casey admitted internally as he descended upon his overgrown puppy, Maybe there aren't favorites…just lots of win.