thisismybar | Hayley

Hayley

Ric was... happy. Being able to sleep with Hayley -and really just sleep, god knew the sex wasn't lacking- even with Damon acting as a guard dog, had been good for him. No new bodies turning up, not missing chunks of time, those were pretty good, too. They weren't quite enough for him to let his guard completely down, but he didn't think there was going to be a whole lot of sleeping going on tonight, anyway.

And if there was, well, tonight Hayley would be even more equipped to play guard dog and take care of him. Elijah's reassurance helped keep that one metaphorical and mildly amusing.

He dumped the last load of camping gear onto the ground, and looked up at the sky to check the weather. "I don't think we're going to have to worry about being rained on tonight, but we should probably set up the tent." Who knew what tomorrow would bring,and it would be easier to relax somewhere enclosed. And limit bugs.

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He ducked his head to nibble his way up from her neck to the edge of her ear, where he nipped just a bit more sharply. He was obviously still crazily turned on, hot and hard and pressed against her, but the squeaking and grinning were. Fun. "Why?" he asked, curiously, then nipped at her ear, again. Pressed back against her with a slow rock, and light roll of his hips.

"Why should we be more amazing?" Hayley tilted her head for his lip, a shiver running over her at the nips. She rocked a little more against him, feeling the rock against her, and oh-so-ready to be flipped around and bent over it...even if this was, yes. Fun.

"Um...because being amazing is fun?"

Was there any reason they couldn't have fun flipped around, bent over, and fucking in the middle of the woods? Not that Ric could see. He put one hand on her hip, one on her shoulder and prepared to do that, with a laugh. "Amazing's all kinds of fun." He bit the side of her neck again, harder this time and with a little growl, before he forced himself away from her to do just that. "Remind me to ask what qualifies - Later..."

The bite made her moan, as did the new position. It was almost embarrassing to be so ready so quickly except she really had no shame about things like that. Bracing her hands on the rock for leverage, she rocked back against him encouragingly, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a little smile. "Later is good..."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, wrapped his hand up in it to get it out of his way and to provide some, um. Control. He licked up her spine, between her shoulder blades to the back of her neck, where he nuzzled lightly. Then adjusted his position and plunged into her in one smooth, easy stroke that took him all the way. He saw no reason for her to be embarrassed, or almost embarrassed. Frankly? She'd just come. That she was turned on again was nothing but good for him, since he hadn't.

He growled a bit against her skin, and then nipped when he pulled nearly all the way out, before pressing back. Deep, hard, but not immediately fast. Pretty slow, actually, to start with. Because he needed to adjust to the heat and wet slide of her around him. Otherwise he was going to have plenty to be embarrassed by.

Hayley whimpered at the tangle in her hair, the hold he had on her. His tongue, sliding up, over her skin, had her wriggling, unable to hold still. Then he was in her and the whimper became a moan as he filled her completely. She rocked back against him until they were flush against each other.

When he pulled out of her, Hayley whined, tightening at the loss, then letting him back in and clenching around him to pull him deeper. Words escaped her and she braced harder on the boulder, working on being as stable as she could be for his movements.

Ric took that second to gather his wits and his control, and to make sure she was braced, stable against the support of the boulder and against him. After that, all bets were off. Her hair out of the way, he didn't just mouth and nip at the back of her neck, he bit fairly hard. Got one arm around her waist so he could just brush against her, as well as keep from absolutely bruising her.

That accomplished? Yeah. It was fucking. Hard. Almost all the way out, back in, just shy of brutally hard and violently fast. Nothing held back, growling a little through the exertion and ragged breathing, and focused entirely on the wet heat around him.

Having him just let go like this was heady and thrilling, enough to make her tremble just from the idea of him out of control with wanting her. She gave herself over to it, head tilted to keep her neck bared for him, hips rocking back to meet him as best she could, inner walls tightening around him.

Each time he hit deep inside of her, she couldn't hold back the moans that ended in little cries. His name echoed between the other sounds, breathlessly urging him on.

Ric made no effort to restrain himself once he let that control go. He kept her braced as solidly as he could, but every sound she made, every time he heard his name, every time she tightened around him, every time she moved or gasped with him, everything she did or said translated into that overwhelming and complete desire for her, and he just... kept fucking her. Mouth moving over her neck, hand tangled up in her hair, teeth catching, hips snapping forward.

In a way this was... as open and honest as he'd been to her. Not just in the aftermath of the earlier fumble, but everything he had? She was getting.

Ric might not have been a wolf, but as far as Hayley was concerned, he was fucking like one right now, and she loved it. It was raw and visceral, and she wasn't blind to the intimacy of it, of what he was giving her.

No way she could give anything less, terrifying as that was. The cracks she'd revealed earlier had already started the little fissures in her devil-may-care facade. True, he'd gotten behind it before. Letting him be there when she turned, see her that physically vulnerable and then...not even human was terrifying every time. But she was here, with him, herself and letting herself be vulnerable in a different way, ceding all control. She was shuddering each time she met him, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rock, grateful he was bracing her, or she'd have no anchor at all.

She was beautiful, with or without the cracks. To tell the truth, the cracks made her more so, to Ric. It wasn't that they made her more human -that was just silly- it was that they made her more real. Being given that, and the feeling of her responding to and around and under and against him was as much responsible for the wild drive and need in him as the sheer ...heat of what they were doing, now. And the more she responded, the more she scrambled and moved and responded and reacted and cracked, the closer he got to that metaphorcal edge.

Until he tipped right over it. For once not going still, thrusts just becoming erratic and shorter, while he did.

Letting him in hadn't really been the plan when she had first talked to him at the Grill. He was hot and had that look about him that said he'd seen too much, just like she had. Letting it get physically intimate had been the plan, sure, but now he was seeing pieces of her that she didn't share with others.

Hell, she barely looked at it herself.

But he'd gotten under her skin in more ways than one, and now all she wanted in this moment was what he was giving her. Everything else in the world faded under the jerk of his hips inside her and how their bodies reacted to each other's reaction.

When she came it was hard and fast, as well, a rush of sensation through her that made her jerk back into him, crying out something affirming she would never be able to remember later.

There was nothing about any of this that Ric had planned, or expected. Especially not in the mental place he'd been when they met. Having her under his skin, being under hers, and the gradual relaxation that came with that, the freedom to let himself go like this? Those weren't things he expected, or really even understood.

They were things he appreciated the hell of, though. Just like he appreciated the way she was taking what he was giving her and giving it back.

His climax was just as fast, unexpected and that jerk back into him and sound tearing from her sending him over the edge with a low growl and another, softer nip before he just buried his face in her hair as he came.

Hayley shuddered again when Ric came, feeling him deep inside of her and whining almost softly at how damn good that felt. In fact...all of it, the slide of him and press and only skin against skin, and she was trembling just a bit with the intensity and how somehow it seemed more intimate.

Still trembling, she relaxed onto the boulder, letting it take more of her weight instead of her arms. She rested her forehead against her hands, and found herself laughing, just a little--a simple, breathless, happy sound that came from that happily dazed place more than anything particularly funny.

"...Wow."

He slowly pulled out of her and pivoted around to collapse beside her. He even echoed her laugh with a breathless, husky one of his own. "That's one way of putting it.... Probably the only way." His head was spinning.

She laughed again, breathless, and closed her eyes to enjoy the warm spinning sensation. "Yeah. I...have nothing else I can even think to say..." Because, damn. "That worked. Well."

"That's more than I can think of...." His brain, he was pretty sure, had actually leaked out his cock. Which was a disgusting image, but still apt as far as metaphors went. He leaned in to kiss her, quick and shallow, still breathless.

HE'd... get dressed and think about getting back to Damon soon. Really.

Dressed and Damon were pretty far down Hayley's list, at the moment. The cooling air was still refreshing, as warm as they'd gotten, though it was starting to nip, and she shivered, but didn't move to do anything about it. Instead, she kissed him back softly and sighed in contentment.

Ric wasn't feeling refreshed so much as chilled, but he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled at her temple for a bit, anyway.

A few minutes later, though, he cracked. "...I really need pants, before my balls retreat into my body and my dick does a turtle impression...."

Hayley floated in the warmth from the nuzzling, until she was a little more chilled and ready for heading back herself. She chuckled at the comment, shifting a little away to look at him.

"Well, that would be a tragedy...so, let's find your pants."

Ric kissed her again, quick and soft, then left her in favor of seeking out his pants to pull back on, and picking up her clothes and handing them to her as he finds them. "Thank you."

Hayley took her clothes as he found them, shrugging back into them and smiling a little to find herself just a touch sore. "For what?"

"Letting me come out with you. Swimming with me. Being around. Restoring my fucking sanity." A lot of things. Just - thank you, Hayley, for being you.

Hayley froze where she was, stunned and watching Ric with her head tilted and bemusement flickering on her face. Then she moved swiftly to his side, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard. "Believe me when I say...it's my pleasure." Her lips curved in a smile. "I...you've given me a reason to be more than just a shadow passing through. A sense of...home I haven't had since my parents kicked me out. You don't know what that means to me."

He caught her when she moved, to return the tight hug. "I might, a little." Because she gave some of that to him. He smiled, warm but slight and maybe a little sheepish for all those admissions. "Come on. Let's go get back there so Damon can harass us about my lack of stamina or something, and we can pay him back with cracks about Elijah." He adored her. He possibly loved her. He needed a little retreat from that, now that it was back in the open. If he could convince himself to let go of her.

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