rylee mears (itsjustafeeling) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-02-22 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, carson, carson x rylee, rylee |
Who: Rylee and Carson
When: Sunday, Dec 3rd, late morning?
Where: their apartment
Status: Complete
Warning: turns NSFW
It was Sunday, the night of the full moon, and Carson was terrified. He hadn’t slept well at all the night before, his dreams full of disjointed images and sensations of running through the woods, blips of screams which he couldn’t discern were animal or human. He didn’t know if they were memories or just nightmares, but he’d woken up in the wee hours of Sunday morning in a cold sweat. He’d gotten up as carefully as he could so as not to wake Rylee, and gone to the kitchen to make coffee. There was no way he was getting back to sleep, even if he ended up awake for way longer than he ought to be. If everything went well tonight, he would be tranq’ed out and ‘asleep’ for most of the night.
Carson had drank a few cups of coffee, made himself breakfast -- mostly only because the coffee-without-food was giving him heartburn -- and tried to focus on anything except what was coming. He’d answered some emails, updated his social media like nothing at all was wrong, and ended up on the couch, staring out the sliding glass door while the unwatched TV ran quietly. He couldn’t stop thinking about how this was possibly his last day on earth. Or someone else’s, because of him. What if it was Rylee? What if he broke free before they could knock him out and he killed all of them? What if he never woke up human again? They were all things he had no control over, so it did no good to dwell, but Carson couldn’t drag his anxiety-riddled mind out of the holes it had dug for itself.
Rylee had closed at the diner Saturday night and had gotten in late, so she slept long past Carson slipping out of bed that morning. Eventually she woke and found him gone, but given the time when she checked her phone, that wasn't surprising. Rylee laid in bed for a few more minutes to give her adequate time to wake up, then she slipped out of bed and wandered out across the hall to the bathroom. She could hear the television out front, so at least she knew he was home.
When she finished in the bathroom, Rylee padded down the hall into the living room, where she found Carson on the couch. "Hey," she said, her voice a bit hoarse with sleepiness. She leaned over to nuzzle her nose to his and press a kiss against his lips. "Did you eat?" she murmured. Rylee planned on making herself a cup of coffee, but she was willing to scramble some eggs if he was hungry.
Carson didn’t even hear Rylee get up, and he gave a tiny start when she suddenly appeared in front of him. He kissed her back, though it felt a bit distracted. It was surreal how quickly they’d fallen into normal-couple things like that, nuzzling and good-morning kisses. They were always sharing a bed now, and Carson found himself really wanting to go back there suddenly. “Hi, uh ... yeah, some eggs, earlier,” he mumbled, giving Rylee a worried-puppy-ish look before he smoothed his expression. He was going to try to hold it together today, to be strong for everyone, but especially Rylee. They were all busting ass to help him, Carson didn’t want to be even more of a burden. “You want me to make some more?” He started to push himself up.
"No." Rylee set her hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the couch. "Stay there. I've got it." She wasn't overly hungry, but definitely needed coffee, so she turned and headed into the kitchen. Rylee had known Carson her entire life and she had become quite adept at reading his moods, even when he was trying to hide them from her. It didn't take a genius to realize he was feeling some apprehension about the full moon that night. She was too. But he was the one who was going to go through some painful transformation, and it was her job to be the strong one. Rylee said nothing as she made herself a cup of coffee. Once she had it flavored properly - a lot of sugar - Rylee returned to the couch to sit next to Carson, while still giving him some space.
"I want to ask how you're feeling, but I think that answer is pretty obvious," Rylee said as she drew her legs up beneath her.
Carson accepted being pushed back down on his ass, even though making breakfast for Rylee would’ve been a welcome distraction. He went back to looking out the window and thinking about how unsafe he was for everybody to be around, his fingers idly fidgeting with the hem of the prosthetic sock on his thigh. He’d pulled a hoodie on in the living room but no pants, since he was just sitting around. Carson absently listened to Rylee in the kitchen, not terribly surprised when she came back just with coffee. He hadn’t had much of an appetite either. He looked over at her when she spoke, his expression fretful. “That transparent, huh,” he murmured with a little huff. Of course he was to Rylee, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still try to shield her from his neuroses. “I’m okay though.” Carson didn’t sound terribly convincing, even to himself.
Rylee sipped her coffee, but arched a blonde brow in response. She waited until her throat eased from the hot liquid before she spoke again. "You don't have to hide from me, Carson. I know you well enough to know you're not okay. If you want to talk about it, I want to listen. I'm nervous about tonight, so I can only imagine how you're feeling right now." Probably apprehensive and scared. He would be crazy not to feel those things. If they hadn't had so many people willing to help them, Rylee might have been crazed with fear too. But she was aware things could go wrong and people could get hurt, so she knew it had to be weighing on Carson's mind too.
Carson gave a little groan and rubbed his hands over his face. “Okay, so I’m trying to be okay,” he corrected himself. He loved her and appreciated what she meant, but he didn’t think she really could imagine how he was feeling. Not many people could, he didn’t think. Maybe psychos with split personalities or something, but those didn’t usually come with razor sharp teeth and claws and two hundred extra pounds of muscle mass or whatever. He would be a monster in less than twelve hours, and he could only hope that the preparation they’d done would be enough. “I don’t really know what to say except I’m like, terrified,” he admitted, swallowing hard when his voice shook a tiny bit. Carson forced a chuckle, still picking at his leg sock.
Rylee reached out to slip her hand behind his neck to rub the skin there in a comforting gesture. "I know," she murmured. "And I wish I could do more. But there's going to be a lot of people there who are going to make sure you're okay and that you're safe." Rylee knew that probably wasn't as reassuring as she wished it could be, because even if he was locked in a cage he was still going to experience the change. He would still lose himself for hours. "Do you... feel any differently right now?" She had no idea what it felt like for a werewolf, especially on the day of a full moon. Was he restless? Could he feel anything at all that could be construed as not human?
More people just meant more potential victims, didn’t it? Carson bowed his head a bit to let Rylee rub his neck, taking a bit of comfort in the touch. He didn’t know how he was going to control himself and keep from clinging to her like a scared child when they had an audience. He probably ought to try and get it out of the way, so he scooted over toward her a bit and leaned over to put his head on her upper chest. Carson felt a vague sense of shame -- he was a goddamn Marine, he should be more brave -- but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to explain that well. “I’m more concerned about you guys. But not really,” he said. “Just ... edgy. Like I’ve got too much energy that has nowhere to go, I guess.” Carson rubbed lightly at Rylee’s thigh and tilted his head to look up at her a bit. “Are you, uh ... dealing okay?” He knew she would say don’t worry about her, but he couldn’t help it.
Rylee curled her arm around him when his head rested against her chest, and she brushed her hand up into his hair, massaging his scalp slowly and gently. She kept her coffee cup a safe distance as not to accidentally spill and burn him. In her mind, he was brave. Moreso than she would ever be. Dealing with something like this was so much worse than anything the real world could throw at him. This kind of stuff wasn't supposed to exist at all. "I'm dealing about as well as can be expected," Rylee told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm worried about you. I just want you to be safe tonight. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow in a lot of pain." She considered him briefly, a small smile playing at her lips. "If you need to burn off some energy, do you want to go for a jog with me? I would be willing to make that sacrifice for you."
“I just want you to be safe,” Carson murmured, and it came out a bit more sullen than he intended. Rylee’s fingers in his hair felt sublime, and just laying against her and listening to her breathe and speak was soothing. He hated that he was putting her safety in the hands of others, and that he wouldn’t even know what happened until the next morning. He might wake up fine, safe and sound in the cage, everybody happy and whole ... or he might wake up surrounded by bodies and blood. It was too horrible to imagine, but he kept fucking imagining it. Carson had seen bodies torn to pieces first hand in his brief stint at war, from explosives instead of monsters, but he did not want to wake up to that. Her little joke made him smirk in spite of himself. “You’re so generous,” he teased, nuzzling his head against her a bit. “Really though ... it might help. If you wanna. And then we can come back and maybe take a shower together?” Even after a jog, Carson was going to need to stay distracted, and getting Rylee naked was the best way to do that lately.
She would have been lying if she said she wasn't a little scared of what could happen. But there would be tranqs and witches there, so Rylee felt a bit better about things than she would have had if just been the two of them. Slowly running his hands through his hair, Rylee smiled. "If it will help, then I definitely want to." Carson knew how much Rylee hated to exercise, but she loved him and she was going to do whatever it took to help him get his mind off of things. "And you know I'm always up for getting wet with you," she murmured, pressing another kiss to his forehead. "Do you want to just jog around the neighborhood? Go to the park? Should I wear like, a sweatshirt outside?" It was chilly and she didn't have a lot of exercise clothes but for the ones she let Carson buy for her years ago. They were almost as good as new, given how little she wore them.
Carson smiled more easily and rolled his eyes. “Yes, duh, it’s cold, you need a sweatshirt,” he told her affectionately. Sometimes he thought she acted more clueless about fitness than she was just to make him feel like a good teacher or something. It was sweet. Carson sat up with a bit of reluctance -- he was definitely going to puppy-eye her into petting his hair some more later -- and leaned in to kiss her lips softly, not minding the coffee taste at all. “We can just do around the neighborhood,” he decided. “I won’t make you go a whole mile or anything. Then we can come home and do wetness and have lunch, and ... yeah. I just ... wanna spend as much time with you as possible today. Before we go over there.” He’d told Rylee all about the basement and the cage, and what Nick had laid out as their plan. Carson hadn’t argued against her being there, even if it made him nervous, because he knew he would’ve insisted too. He was just scared that even if they all survived it fine, that Rylee would look at him differently once she saw what he was now. He wanted to implant good memories first.
Rylee smirked softly and let him go when he moved to sit up. Maybe she did play dumb sometimes, but he never seemed to mind it. She closed her eyes when his lips brushed hers and she sort of wished they could just lay there on the couch and kiss all day. Between their jobs and Rylee's online classes and... well, everything else... it didn't feel like they got a lot of time together alone unless it was late. But maybe things would settle once they got into a proper routine with the wolf problem. Shifting her legs out from underneath her, she reached over to set her coffee down on the table. "I can totally go a mile." she assured him. "You're going to be pretty impressed by the time we get back." Rylee reached out to brush a hand over his hair again. "I know it's probably near impossible, but let's try not to think about tonight. Let's just... pretend for a few hours and see where that gets us. I'll do my best to distract you."
Carson had been about to tell her that he was impressed with her all the time, but then she was mentioning important stuff, so he nodded instead, then gave her a crooked half-smile. “You’re pretty good at it, so ... yeah. We’ll try.” Doing some physical activity would help with that buzzy restlessness in his body, and he could try to focus on Rylee and keeping her well-paced through a run and all. And once they got back home they could find some other, even more fun physical activities to do. The promise of getting lost in Rylee for a while would keep him going. And hopefully he wouldn’t think anything loud enough for Nic to hear. That was something he still hadn’t told her about, but god, he just wanted to get through tonight. Carson gave her another little kiss, then got up to head for the bedroom and put some more appropriate clothes on.
Rylee thought this would be good for the both of them. She knew exercise was a great way to work through agitation or anxiety, even if she didn't do it often. Following him down the hall, she slipped into her room to change. It took her a bit to find everything, but she supposed she would be warm enough by the time she slid her sweatshirt on over her head. Rylee found a hair band to tie her hair up into a ponytail as she wandered back out of her room to find Carson. "Do you think I should stretch and all that? Jumping jacks? High kicks? I'm on my feet most of the day, I can't afford to pull a muscle." She grinned at him and proceeded to do lunges in the hall. "You're my personal trainer today, so I'm depending on you to get me back here without any major injuries."
Carson had to grin back at her, and he laughed a bit as he watched her lunge down the hall -- and checked out her ass, naturally. “You’re more likely to pull a muscle if you try to run cold, so yeah we’ll do a few stretches and warmups,” he said, smirking as he followed Rylee toward the door. It would be nice, being able to slide into work-mode for a while, even if it was casual. He wasn’t going to run her hard, he knew Rylee didn’t run, but a light jog around the neighborhood in the fresh air would be good for him. Good for both of them. Maybe he could come back calmer and feeling more in control.
It was pretty cold out, but they were layered and moving, so the jog didn’t end up half bad. Rylee was slow, but that was okay with Carson. If he’d been alone, he might have sprinted around until he couldn’t move anymore, but that wasn’t exactly healthy either, especially not in this weather. They ran around the apartment complex and down the road a bit, then back the same route, all of it taking close to a good thirty minutes. By the time they arrived back at their apartment door, Carson’s nose was freezing, but the rest of his body felt good, more energized and less antsy. He went straight for the fridge for a water bottle, and grabbed one to hand off to Rylee as well.
While Carson felt good and energized, Rylee was sweaty and gross. She knew a shower was in her future, but her legs were a bit wobbly and she could feel her t-shirt sticking to her back. Especially being inside now, out of the cold, she was definitely feeling the dampness of her clothes. Her face was flushed and strands of hair had come out of her ponytail and framed her face as she took the water from Carson to chug it down. She could never understand the appeal people saw in working out, beyond the end result if one was determined and motivated enough to stick with it. Maybe she was lucky enough to have a quick metabolism. Someday she would have to really start watching what she ate and her physical activity but... well, Rylee generally used sex for exercise, and it was a hell of a lot more fun. She drank a few gulps before falling over the top of the kitchen island, her forehead resting against the cool countertop. "I can't believe you do that for fun," she groaned.
Carson was only lightly out of breath, but he knew he put way more time into exercise than Rylee ever did, even though she worked a fairly physical job. He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he walked around to her side of the island, cracking open his own water bottle for a long drink. “Just gotta be a certain kind of masochist, I guess,” he said good-naturedly. Carson rubbed at her back with his free hand, then bent over to kiss the back of her sweaty neck. He didn’t mind the salt at all. “You did good though,” he added. “I think your stamina’s gotten better since the last time we jogged.” That had been ... a while ago? But they had been having pretty energetic sex lately, so maybe that had something to do with it. When they had time off together and Carson wasn’t too riddled with anxiety, at least. He slid his hand down over the curve of her ass through her yoga pants. “Shower? Or you wanna sit down for a minute?” he asked with a touch of amusement.
Rylee turned her head to smile up at him when he pulled back from kissing her neck. "My stamina is pretty great." She groaned and pushed up on her elbows before leaving her bottle of water on the counter. "If I sit down I'm not getting back up. So shower." She turned and gripped his shirt before pushing up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine." The day felt like it was moving too fast already and before she knew it they would be in the car and driving off to put him in a cage for the night. Rylee hated it, but she was determined to make the hours up until that moment good for him.
Carson smiled briefly before she kissed him, and slipped an arm around her waist to keep her in against him so he could kiss her a little more thoroughly. “I’ll wash any part of you I can get my hands on,” he murmured, and gave her a crooked grin. There were still hours to go before they had to go over to Ludlow and the basement, but Carson wanted to stay as distracted as possible until then. He could feel the anxiety lurking at the edges of his thoughts, muffled for the moment, but ready to flare up again if he let his guard down. Flirting with Rylee helped, and getting naked would just make it better. He let her go so they could head for the bathroom, pinching her ass one more time on the way.
A part of Rylee understood that distraction was probably the only thing keeping Carson level right now. She was doing what she could to help, and even if she couldn't contribute much, Rylee had always been able to use her body to help her boyfriends forget their troubles, among other things. She took his hand to lead him down the hall toward their small bathroom. As soon as they stepped inside she let him go so she could turn on the shower to get the water hot. Then she turned back to Carson to start helping him undress, because Rylee had discovered taking off his clothes was one of her very favorite things to do. It always felt erotic and arousing, no matter how little he wearing at the time.
He had some layers on today, so there was a good number of clothes to take off. Carson had already shed his hoodie in the living room, but he had two shirts on under that. He dipped his head in to kiss her in between the peelings, flashing Rylee a grin as he lifted his arms for the second time. Once he was bare-chested, Carson caught her in an embrace for a deeper kiss. He managed to get her top off too before they were both pushing down the basketball shorts, workout tights, and boxer briefs he had on his bottom half. It was a little more difficult process with his leg involved, but they were getting better at coordinating it as time went on. Practice made perfect and all that. Once they were both naked, Carson perched on the edge of the tub to take his prosthetic off, then swung around into the hot water and stood up again, leaning against the wall.
Rylee waited until he was settled in the shower before she stepped inside to join him, shivering a bit until the hot water hit her chilled skin. But she turned toward Carson instinctively, slipping her hands onto his waist and nuzzling his chest with her nose and lips. It was still so strange to be able to hold and touch him this way, but strange in the way that it felt like she should have been doing it sooner. Even so, Rylee loved moments like these, where she could take her time and just appreciate and enjoy Carson. She especially loved appreciating his body. Every muscle and tattoo. Rylee lifted her face to kiss him, wishing, not for the first time, that everything was just normal and this was just a normal Sunday where they could be lazy together and do nothing at all.
She wasn’t the only one wishing that. Or feeling like this kind of intimacy was something they should’ve had ages ago. It was interesting, how quickly all of his worries about whether it was ‘wrong’ or not had dropped away. Carson still fretted about what people might think if they found out, of course -- and he thought Nic was maybe close to that, for reasons beyond either of their control -- but being with Rylee felt so goddamn right, he couldn’t doubt it himself any longer. He slipped his arm around her as well as she came in close, the hot spray hitting both of them in a way that made him wish they could spend the rest of the afternoon in there. His skin tingled lightly where Rylee’s lips came in contact, and he kissed her eagerly when she turned her face up to him. Carson slid his hands over her curves, spreading the water around and enjoying how smooth and soft she was.
At the moment Rylee wasn't concerned about the outside world. She knew they had a lot of obstacles and unless they moved away from Maine, they probably would have to keep this a secret until they died. It sucked for so many reasons, but right now it felt right and she didn't care in the least about her future. She just wanted Carson. She allowed her own hands to roam, nipping playfully at his bottom lip before she pressed soft kisses against his cheek and his jaw. Her hands smoothed over his thighs, inward towards his cock. Rylee planned on getting some soap and getting him lathered up in just a second, but for now she wanted to explore and touch and take his mind off of every worry.
Carson was really only capable of worrying about the next twenty-four hours, at the moment. He vaguely hoped it would get easier if they all survived this, that it would just become a monthly routine to have to go through, like a dentist appointment or something. Unpleasant but necessary. As long as there was a plan in place that worked, and Rylee stayed safe, he thought he would be okay. Everything was just up in the air this time, so he felt a little desperate, kissing Rylee right then. Like this might be his last shot to really enjoy her. He wanted to make it memorable. Carson’s hands landed on Rylee’s ass and squeezed as her fingers finally brushed over his cock. He hummed encouragingly into the kiss, trying to focus only on her and how she felt.
Rylee smiled against Carson's mouth, letting her fingers explore his length in an almost lazy manner. She understood the desperation with what was ahead but she was going to do her best not to let this new problem derail tomorrow, or the next day. They were going to work through all of this, and there would be so many more showers together in their future. Parting her lips, Rylee deepened their kiss and began to stroke him, in no real hurry to do anything else. She hated everything he was going through but a part of her had the feeling that they wouldn't be where they were now if none of it hadn't happened.
Looking to Rylee to set the pace of things, or dictate what mood he should be taking, was almost second nature by now, and Carson started to relax. The pleasure from her hand on his cock didn’t hurt either. Carson kissed her back with equal enthusiasm and depth, trying to let himself sink into just being present in his body at that moment. It felt a little selfish just to let her touch him and not reciprocate yet, but he sensed that it was something Rylee wanted to do for him first, and maybe something he needed. So he just kept kissing her, deep and hungry, and stroking his hands over her wet curves, one hand coming up to toy with her nipples for a few moments.
Rylee didn't mind setting the pace. Obviously there was a limit to how much hot water they would have and they couldn't be in there for hours but she still had a bit of time to thoroughly enjoy him. Pulling back from his mouth, Rylee began to kiss his jaw and down to his throat. Her hand continued to stroke his cock lazily, her lips tasting his skin, now wet from the shower. This was something she had always wanted to do and now that she got to do it, it didn't always feel real. Rylee kept assuming she would wake up at any second and find herself back in her bed, Carson in his own and nothing would have changed between them. But things had changed, good and bad and Rylee could do nothing more but embrace it all. "I love you," she murmured against his skin, her fingertips grazing along the underside of his cock, back to cup his balls gently.
Carson had similar thoughts sometimes -- there was no way all of this could really be real. There had been so much weird shit happening in his life, part of him worried that this thing with Rylee was part of that, like it could go up in smoke at any time. Other days, he felt like it was the only solid thing he had left, and he wanted to just cling to her until everything else fell away. He closed his eyes and focused on how her lips felt, how gentle her hand was and how much he appreciated that. It made his whole crotch tingle, and made him feel valued in a weird way that rough groping never did. “I love you too,” he murmured back, cracking his eyes open to look at her face. Carson nuzzled her, one hand sliding down her body to slip between her legs to gently explore.
There was a time and place for rougher groping, but this wasn't it. There was uncertainty and worry hovering above them today and they both needed something else. Something where they could just touch and enjoy one another for as long as they wanted to. Sure, they had somewhere to be later, but they still had time for this. Her body trembled where his hand touched her but Rylee was determined not to get distracted. Still, he felt amazing and Rylee pressed another kiss to his chest as they explored one another. She loved how thick and hard he got in her hand, loved that she was the one now to get him so aroused. Rylee wanted to be the only one to ever get to touch him like this again. "I still have to wash your back," she murmured, smiling a little as her hand tightened just a bit around the base of his cock.
Even though he got to do much more than that now, Carson had come to really love just touching Rylee. All over, but especially the parts that he never thought he would get to. There was something so pure about just making out and feeling one another up, it was like making up for the time they lost back when they were more innocent. He’d all but forgotten they were quickly running through their hot water until Rylee said something. Carson’s fingers paused in stroking her and he huffed a soft laugh that turned into a hum at how she gripped him. “Guess we oughta finish up before the hot fades too much,” he murmured, nuzzling the side of Rylee’s face. “Not that I can’t warm you back up ...” Rinsing off with cold water did suck though, especially in the nether regions.
She agreed with him with a small hum in her throat. It was so hard to pull away from him though. Rylee nuzzled his chest again before sighing and releasing his cock so she could reach for the soap. At least she got to still touch him while lathering him up. There was something intimate about this too, just being able to share a shower together and be this close. It was hard to comprehend that in a few hours his body would change and he would turn into something completely different. Maybe some tiny part of Rylee still didn't believe it would happen. That everyone was wrong and last month had just been some kind of mental break. By the time they finished washing up, the water had turned lukewarm. "Feel better?" Rylee asked, reaching over to turn off the water before it got too cold. "I'll grab us a couple of towels."
Carson was a whore for any kind of touch, really, but especially Rylee’s. Having his body washed by her was definitely intimate. She’d helped him with bathing when he’d been pretty bad off, recovery-wise, but things like this had taken on a whole new level of emotion for obvious reasons. He washed her back in return when it was time, and then they were done. Carson’s erection had mostly faded, but watching Rylee’s naked body move around as she got out and they started drying off had it growing again. “Much better,” he confirmed with a little smile as he rubbed the water off of himself. The incessant worry was quieter for now, and Carson wanted to stay as distracted as possible.
She slipped out of the shower shivering and grabbed two clean towels folded beneath the sink. She handed one to Carson and then dried her hair a bit before wrapping it around her body. It was impossible not to watch him dry off. Rylee had always appreciated his body, even when she wasn't supposed to be noticing things like that. It was probably shallow and superficial, but admiring the muscles and lean hips sent a fresh wave of arousal through her and she had to fight pushing him down on the floor to straddle him right there. Damn these small bathrooms. "Do you need help with your leg?" she murmured, unsure as to whether he wanted to put it back on or use his crutch.
Carson never minded being admired, especially by Rylee. There was nothing shallow about it, to him. They were both hot people in love, of course they were attracted to one another’s bodies. It was just one more facet of Rylee to love. Carson had his shoulder braced against the wall -- walls were always his friend in the bathroom -- and he gave Rylee a little smile. “Nah, I got it,” he said. Once he was dry, Carson moved to perch on the toilet lid to slip his stump into the leg socket, then stood up with it. It was fine for just a quick walk down the hall to the bedroom, then it was coming right off again. He hung the towel up and gestured Rylee out of the bathroom in front of him. “Hate to see you go, love to watch you walk away,” he murmured with a cheeky little grin.
Rylee stepped out into the hall and shot him an amused look over her shoulder. "Did you really just use that line on me?" She liked it, of course. Rylee was finding out that she loved any kind of compliment from Carson, cheesy or not. It was probably weird, but it made them feel like a real couple. She reached back to take his hand, leading him to her bedroom. Once they were inside her room she let go of his hand so he could get comfortable if he wanted to. Rylee pulled the towel off of her body and let it fall to the floor, figuring she could just take care of it later. She shivered a bit from the chill in the air and Rylee grinned before moving over to Carson to wrap her arms around him. He was warm, at least. "Do you need anything?" she murmured, nuzzling his throat.
Everything around them had been so dark and hard to deal with, it felt the good kind of strange to flirt with Rylee. Shamelessly and cheesily. Maybe it was whistling in the dark, but it really did make him feel better, and he always loved to make her smile, so he was going to keep doing it. Carson hadn’t bothered with a waist towel, so he just moved closer to the bed, his eyes on Rylee as she dropped hers. He felt like he would never ever get tired of looking at her naked. And feeling it against him was even better; as she came in close, Carson slipped his own arms around her and gave a low hum. “Just you,” he murmured back, letting his hands slide down her back. With a quick glance behind himself, Carson sat on the edge of the bed, moving slow so he could kiss a trail down the side of Rylee’s neck, across her collar bone, then down her chest as he stroked her sides and hips and ass.
"I'm here," she said, feeling a bit breathless already from the way his lips felt on her skin. Rylee had been with a lot of men in the past, enough that she knew what people said about her. But not one of them ever made her feel the way Carson did. There was lust and desire there, obviously, but it went so much deeper than that. Rylee supposed being in love really did change how everything felt and tasted and she could lament about how they should have done this sooner, but all that mattered was that they were together now. Her hands slid over his shoulders to the nape of his neck, where her fingers slipped up into his short hair. After a moment Rylee turned his face up towards hers and she leaned down to kiss him properly, a soft hum of satisfaction forming in her throat at the taste of him.
Carson had been no celibate monk himself, obviously, but he felt much the same way -- it was just different with Rylee. Better than ever before. Maybe it came from years of yearning, or their established close relationship, or some from the taboo of it all, but Carson was inclined to think it was just them. They were meant to be together, they fit more perfectly than he’d ever dreamed in all kinds of ways. Rylee was his person. His hands moved restlessly over her soft skin as he looked up to kiss her back, that little sound she made seeming to vibrate down through his body and straight into his cock. One hand lingered at Rylee’s breast to caress and tease while his other set of fingers slipped between her legs again to gently stroke her.
Rylee had been a little chilled when she dropped her towel, but her body was feeling warm and comfortable now, coming alive at the touch of Carson's hands. Pleasure blossomed from every inch of her, especially when his fingers touched her so intimately and she gasped softly against his mouth, her fingers tightening briefly in his hair. She really wanted to touch him too, get him riled up and wild but it was really hard to focus at the moment, and everything felt so good that she just wanted to let go and enjoy it for a few moments. It was probably embarrassing how quickly he managed to arouse her, but Rylee didn't care. She had always low key wanted him, and now that she could have him, it was like her body was desperate to make up for lost time.
On Carson’s end, he found that he loved how quickly Rylee got turned on. He’d always done his best to not be a slouch in the bedroom and please his partners, no matter what equipment they had, and he thought he was pretty good at sex. But Carson got such a charge out of arousing Rylee, it sometimes made him feel like he was just starting out again. Everything was exciting with her. As her pussy lips grew fuller and more slick under his fingers, Carson’s body started to positively ache for her. With a low groan muffled into their kiss, he gently rubbed his thumb against her clit and slipped one finger inside of her. He absolutely didn’t mind ignoring himself for a few minutes to get her wound up, and he rather selfishly enjoyed how her body felt anyway.
A low moan formed in her throat as soon as she felt his finger slip inside of her and Rylee found herself rocking her hips against him slowly. She loved that he took his time with her, rather than groping her for a few moments and then expecting her to be ready to go. Rylee knew that comparing past lovers to Carson wasn't fair because she was in love now and it skewed those other experiences in her memory, but honestly, she couldn't remember anyone else who made her feel this wonderfully crazy just from a mere touch. Running her hands over his shoulders and chest, she slipped a hand between them to curl her fingers around his cock again, her exploring fingers soft.
There were times for fast and gropey and passion-rushed, but this wasn’t one of them. Carson needed to get lost in something besides his own head, and there was no better distraction than Rylee. Especially naked, wet, moaning Rylee. The way she moved her hips against his touch made Carson’s cock throb, and her hand felt like heaven when she touched his overheated skin. More and more he was ceasing thinking about her as his cousin and more increasingly just as his lover, that taboo guilt fading away. Maybe it wouldn’t have been such an easy transition if his life was otherwise normal, but what was a little incest against being a fucking werewolf? It didn’t matter. What mattered was how they felt in moments like these. Carson hummed into the kiss, rocking his finger slowly in and out of her, the heel of his hand pushing against her clit. His other palm settled against Rylee’s hip and he pulled her a little closer. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered against her lips.
It probably said something about Rylee that she didn't feel any guilt about this, and hadn't even before he had been bitten by a werewolf. The only guilt that lingered was the knowledge that she was probably holding him back from having something of a normal life. She knew with his injuries and now what he had to deal with on a monthly basis, normal was probably not in the cards for Carson anyway, but having someone else to love, someone he could publicly be with and maybe someday have a family with was not something out of his reach. She didn't know how to approach it, however, and she was selfish enough right now not to want to. He was finally hers and Rylee wanted to cling to him for as long as she could. When he was touching her this way, it was easy to banish all other thought from her head anyway. "Yes," she breathed, her body trembling as pleasure washed through her. "Lay down," Rylee murmured, pressing her hands gently against his shoulders.
‘Normal’ had flown out the window, in Carson’s mind, and he doubted it was ever coming back. Maybe it was something he should’ve let go of a long time ago. But so much of his activism career had been focused on helping other vets live as normal lives as possible, maybe that hope had blinded him to realities. This had become his normal though, and that was an important distinction. Everything with Rylee felt right and good, and he just wanted more of it, all the time. He quickly reached down to slip his prosthetic off and let it drop, then laid back against the bed as prompted. Carson scooted himself back a bit so Rylee had room for her knees, watching her all the while, his cock rock hard and flushed with anticipation.
She had an overwhelming desire to just lean over and take his cock into her mouth and tease him for a while, but Rylee found she wanted him inside of her as much as he wanted to be there. She wasted no time in crawling up onto the bed and straddling his hips. Leaning over Rylee pressed her lips to his, kissing him slowly as she reached down between her bodies to guide his cock into place. The idea was to go slow but her body had other ideas and as soon as she felt him slip inside of her Rylee pushed up and sunk deep onto his cock, her head falling back against her neck as a sigh of satisfaction slipped past her lips. She still hadn't gotten to used to how amazing he felt inside of her, so thick, filling her completely. After a moment of allowing her body to adjust to his size, Rylee began to move, pressing her knees into the mattress for leverage.
As much as he liked to assert his independence and bodily control and prove he wasn’t incapable of things everybody else could do, Carson kind of loved it when Rylee got on top. He could fuck her in all sorts of positions and love it, of course, but few of them gave him this sort of view and allowed him to just lie back and enjoy it. He ran his hands up and down the sides of her legs, letting out a soft groan when she took him inside of her. Carson’s thighs flexed as she settled her weight down on him fully, hands squeezing her hips. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. There was that feeling again that they were made for each other in every conceivable way, even physically, because he couldn’t remember anyone else’s body feeling as good as Rylee’s did. Maybe love had something to do with it, but it kept blowing his mind, every time. His breath hissed in as she started to move and he opened his eyes again to gaze up at her.
Rylee loved being with Carson in any manner of positions, but she had always preferred to be on top during sex, being able to control the pace and everything else, at least for a little while. And she couldn't really describe how it made her feel to have him buried so deep inside of her. Besides, Carson could touch every inch of her if he wanted to, and she knew men were visual creatures so it was kind of a turn on to know he was watching her fuck him. Rylee slid her hands over his at her hips and ran them up his arms as she rocked against him, taking it slow at first as not to rush to the finish line too soon. Sometimes she just wanted to cling to him, wrap her legs around his waist and keep him buried inside of her for hours. It didn't feel as though Rylee would ever get tired of this, and Carson could so easily become something of a drug to her. She just wanted him all the time.
Not only was Carson watching Rylee fuck him, he was trying to memorize every detail of it. If he ended up dead tonight, it wouldn’t do him much good in the long run, but Carson wanted to hold onto this. Hold onto Rylee. In spite of the struggling they’d been doing for the past few months, she was the only thing keeping him grounded, his strongest tether to his life. And fuck, was she beautiful. He rubbed his thumbs against her hips, then slid his hands upward to cup her breasts, his eyes lingering on her face. She was always beautiful, but she got downright ethereal in moments like these. Carson gently teased her nipples with his thumbs, his hips flexing upward slightly with the motion of her body, just to stay as deeply inside her as he could.
Rylee wasn't going to consider for a second that Carson could get seriously hurt tonight. She was worried, yes, but she had faith in her friends, and even Nick who was still something of a stranger to her. They were going to keep Carson safe no matter what, and if they failed, then she would do it herself. It didn't feel like there was any other option. But there was still some part of her that wanted to make this as good for him as she possibly could, to give him something to hold onto tonight when he was locked in that cage, alone. It certainly helped that he was making her feel just as good and she moaned with the way he pushed up into her as she rocked her hips. The way his fingers against her nipples sent fresh waves of heat directly to her core. She covered her hands with his, her head falling back against her neck as she picked up speed.
Whether he just took it to the cage and out again or took it to his grave, Carson was clinging to this memory. Rylee looked, sounded, and felt incredible, all over in all ways, and he was just trying not to drown from the force of emotions boiling in his chest. He loved the way she held his hands at her breasts, like she didn’t want him to stop touching her, and as the pace picked up, Carson’s teasing fingers pinched a little harder. His own breath was picking up, and he kept moving with her, his body hungry for more of that delicious friction. He groaned quiet and helpless, doing his best to hold back the orgasm that was ramping up in his groin. Carson could wait, he desperately wanted to see and feel Rylee come first.
Breathing his name, Rylee let go of one of his hands to reach down between her bodies. She definitely didn't want him to stop touching her, so she used her own hand to rub her clit, needing that bit of extra stimulation to push her over. She kept up the firm rhythm of her hips, breathy curses escaping her as she got closer and closer to the explosion of pleasure. It felt intense now, especially with her fingers massaging frantically between her legs and Rylee couldn't exactly hold back on the sharper cries that started to fill the room. She felt like begging, but for what she didn't know. For him to never let her go? To keep pushing his cock up into her and pinching her nipples until she was screaming? Rylee might have said please but she didn't have to because she was suddenly coming, a drawn out strangled cry slipped past her lips as her fingers pressed firmly against her clit and her body tensed above Carson.
Carson recognized that gorgeous point of no return, and he just tried to keep up with Rylee’s movements and make it as good as possible for her. He wouldn’t say he knew her body back to front yet, but he was picking up on what angles and rhythms she enjoyed the most. All those noises were music to his ears, and Carson’s balls drew up tight against his body as he kept up everything he was doing. He definitely knew better than to stop anything once Rylee started to sound like that. Carson pumped his cock up into her even when she stopped bouncing, groaning himself as her body pulsed and clenched around him. He needed longer strokes to come, but ... fuck, he loved that feeling, more than any other sensation he could remember having. Having to wait just meant he got to enjoy Rylee’s orgasm more. Once everything slowed down, he stopped pinching to just cup her breasts, a tiny smile crossing his face as he drank in her expression.
Rylee was in no rush to hurry along and get Carson off. It would come, obviously, but she just wanted to stay there and revel in the pleasurable pulses coursing through her body. She focused on breathing, her eyes closed as her body trembled above his. When her blood began to cool again, Rylee opened her eyes to look down at Carson. His faint smile prompted one of her own and she leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, her hips rolling back slowly just to give him something to feel again. She might have come, but the friction still felt really good. "You feel so good," she murmured against his lips before pressing kisses against his cheek and jaw. Someday she was going to take her time and really kiss every inch of his body, preferably more than once.
He lifted his head slightly to kiss her back happily, his hands running along Rylee’s sides and down over her hips and thighs. She had such a gorgeous body, and he loved being able to touch every bit of it, the curves of her skin unbroken by any obstacles. Carson gave a muffled little grunt as she moved and sent a wave of fresh pleasure through him. He loved how she still genuinely seemed to enjoy herself even after her own climax, like she wasn’t in any rush to get his over with. Carson’s hands slid to cup her ass as he pushed up into her, holding her tight against him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I just wanna stay here forever,” he murmured, slow-rocking his body against hers.
"Me too," Rylee whispered. They could have stayed like this all day at least, if it hadn't been the full moon. She moved with Carson, enjoying the lazy pace for the moment. His body was warm and solid beneath hers and she loved looking at him when he was naked. The muscle and the scars and tattoos. Rylee wished she could nuzzle and lick every single one. Squeezing her pussy around his cock, Rylee moved to straighten above him again, her hands smoothing over his chest. She loved these moments, when she had already gotten at least one orgasm so she could take her time and watch his face as she brought him to his own. Sometimes bringing Carson pleasure was just as satisfying as her own, if not more so. He had been through so much, and he deserved something good in his life. Rylee wanted to be that for him If she could, and she was going to try damn hard not to fuck it all up.
She was certainly good at bringing him pleasure, even more than he’d dreamed she would be, and Carson had very quickly gotten addicted to it. There was no turning back now, no putting this attraction back into the box he’d kept it in for so long. It was free and real and powerful and mutual, and currently seemed like the only really good thing in his life anymore. As fucked up and weird as everything else had gotten for Carson, he wanted to cling to what felt good, and that was Rylee. He watched her straighten up with hazy eyes, his hands moving to Rylee’s hips. He gripped her this time, guiding her to move a bit more in longer strokes, his body getting restless with the need for friction. He didn’t think she would mind much.
No, Rylee certainly didn't mind it. She liked it when Carson guided her, showing her what kind of pace he wanted, or needed. She felt like she knew him better than anyone else, and she wanted that to be true about everything, especially this. It was so hard to imagine that in several hours this Carson would be gone, even if only temporarily. She wished she could just wrap herself around him and cling and somehow stop all of it from happening. Rylee knew once they were lying side by side, and their blood had cooled and the sweat dried, Carson's anxieties would resurface. If she could just do this for the rest of the day to distract him from his new reality she would. With her palms pressed against his chest, Rylee watched Carson beneath her, her eyes briefly closing when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot.
Carson had never been a domineering guy in bed, but there was something incredibly hot about feeling a partner respond obediently to his touch. Rylee cared about his pleasure and she was generous about it, and that was always sexy. Carson’s grip stayed tight out of pleasure now instead of direction, his body moving in rhythm with Rylee’s. It took him a little while to get close to the edge, just savoring the sensations and fantastic view, but eventually Carson’s body took over. He pulled Rylee back down to breathlessly kiss her and planted his foot against the mattress for leverage. After another moment or two of hard desperate thrusting, Carson let go, his body shuddering underneath Rylee and a loud groan escaping him. It was bliss, and he tried to stay in it for as long as he could. Once everything relaxed again, Carson let out a long sigh and loosely wrapped his arms around Rylee to keep her close.
She nuzzled her face against his throat, breathing heavily as she started to come down from the high herself. With her chest pressed to his, Rylee could feel Carson's heart beating and she smiled a bit against his skin before kissing his throat. She would have to move soon but for the moment Rylee just wanted to stay where she was with Carson's arms around her. She didn't even want to ask him if he felt any better, because that would just remind him of what was coming. Not that Rylee really expected him to have forgotten. Lifting her head, Rylee pressed a soft kiss to his lips before nuzzling her nose against his. "I love you," she murmured.
It felt like as long as he clung to his love and they stayed skin to skin, the next twenty-four hours didn’t have to happen. They could stop time and just be together and breathe easy. It felt like it had been years since Carson had breathed easy. His life from six months ago seemed so simple and easy, but at least he had this. But eventually Rylee moved and Carson had to let her. He kissed her softly back, and murmured, “I love you too.” He rubbed gently at her sides and gazed up at her, his gentle smile turning smirky for a beat. “So you wanna do that for the next ... ten hours?” he asked, glancing over at the clock.
Rylee smiled and brushed her thumb against his jaw. "Absolutely I do. Let's just make sure we have water to stay hydrated and I'm good to go," she teased. What better way to pass the time than to stay naked in bed together all day? Or at least until they absolutely had to get up and get on with their evening. They could at least have an incredibly enjoyable day up until then. Carson might have been joking, but Rylee sure wasn't. It still felt like they had years to make up for, and what better distraction was there than hours of mindless pleasure?