OOM: Upstairs.

[yosafbridge]

The room, for the most part, is nearly identical to when he had seen it last: dimly lit, decorated in deep, lush colors - mostly purples and reds, several soft and comfortable chairs in which to sit, recline, doze or potentially participate in activities that are not entirely restful. She's done a little shopping since then, purchased some new works of art and pieces to decorate here and there and eventually sell to someone else later on when she tires of them.

The bed is relatively new too, four-poster with sheer curtains and a mattress that feels like you could be sleeping on a cloud if you close your eyes.

It's familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember it yet. She's hoping tonight will jog his memories and bring them back by a means most enjoyable.

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[scots_wolf]

"Saffron," he says, gently moving his hand. "What a very lovely name."

[yosafbridge]

Her hips move in time with the motion of his hand.

"Do you remember anything about it?"

[scots_wolf]

"I feel I should," Urquhart murmurs against her skin. "Like something that's falling off the tip of my tongue the moment I want to catch it. But perhaps I should put my tongue to a better use..."

[yosafbridge]

"Maybe there's something I can do to give it that final nudge in the right direction," she says softly.

Her own hands, currently unoccupied, take up a position on his shoulders and arms, gently caressing.

[scots_wolf]

"Depends on what direction you want it to go," Urquhart chuckled, slowly kissing his way downwards now.

He can't imagine that she cares about him so much she'd rather have him remember himself than pleasure her. No, he doesn't think she doesn't care. It literally doesn't enter his mind.

[yosafbridge]

"We'll have to see, won't we?" she says, his mouth eliciting a quiet gasp as he descends her body.

If pressed, outside the moment, she'd say that she doesn't care. Not at all. But here, in her bed, their limbs tangled and his lips skimming over her skin, it'd be hard for her to say she doesn't want him to remember things.

But she'll take what she can get.

[scots_wolf]

Her taste is familiar, and the way she gasps, too.

But he's been with very many women in his life, so he can't be certain it's her he remembers. While the woman as a whole is one of a kind (and he knows that, even if he doesn't know why), there are only that many ways a woman can taste, or gasp.

He sets to the task at hand, instead.

[yosafbridge]

Even if their roles were reversed, if she was the one who was having trouble remembering, the feel of his mouth and the sensations it creates in her mind be enough to bring her back within the first five seconds.

A stream of Mandarin leaves her lips and she arches her back, eyes squeezed shut.

"That's a very good direction, for starters."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks up at her, up her stomach and between her breasts, where he can see her throat and her chin.

He is about to say 'What language is that?' but instead finds himself saying, "You speak Chinese in your world -- yes, I remember that!"

[yosafbridge]

She looks down at him, eyes wide and comprehending, pupils wildly dilated.

"Yes," she murmurs encouragingly, both as a response to what he's doing to her and the arrival of that memory.

[scots_wolf]

He dips his head again and continues with what he's been doing.

He remembers a house with nobody in it except them, and a map. "A map of stars?" he murmurs, against her skin.

[yosafbridge]

"In my house," she breathes, whimpering and grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets.

"You were there, once."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is too busy, for a moment, to reply.

Then, he sits up before he's pushing her too far, too soon. "There was nobody else there," he says. "And I understood how much bigger the world really is than my time thought it was."

[yosafbridge]

Her face is flushed, twin roses blooming in her cheeks, and she struggles to catch her breath for a moment.

"My world's a significant ways into the future from yours," she manages, once her heartbeat begins to slow again. "With more worlds than just the one I live on."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart calmly looks at her; he's very ready for her, but a tiny bit distracted by what she is saying.

"Weren't the worlds all round, just like Ptolemy said, but they go around the suns, not the other way round? And there's more than one sun?"

[yosafbridge]

"That's right," she murmurs, nodding slowly.

"More than one sun, more than one world. The 'verse isn't just made up of one system of planets, but several."

[scots_wolf]

"Amazing universe, amazing women," he says, reaching down to touch her again.

[yosafbridge]

She nearly comes close to melting, but forces herself to hold back.

"Let me have you," she whispers, though there's nothing resembling a plea in her tone as she gazes deep into his face.

[scots_wolf]

He is very ready for her; he just needs to aim himself, lean forward, and slide inside.

He leans forward, takes her in his arms, and kisses her, as his hips prime for the second thrust.

[yosafbridge]

His movement is rewarded with a sharp gasp, a soft hitching in her breathing at the moment of joining.

Her lips ghost over his, soft and slowly, while their bodies rise and fall together and her hips rock towards his.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is moaning and gasping now as well; she is well and truly going wild now, and he can join her in it as he slowly pumps and pushes his way towards both their fulfilment.

[yosafbridge]

The smooth thrusting of his hips brings the slowly burning flame of pleasure inside her to a roaring fire, and she can't quiet the sounds of delight that leave her as every push brings them closer to their respective peaks.

She gently digs her fingernails into his back, tiny red half-moon marks temporarily decorating his skin before they fade, and she moans his name against the shell of his ear.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart slows down a little, and smiles into her eyes, waiting for the signal that she's on the brink.

He knows how women work.

But he also knows very well how this one particular woman works.

[yosafbridge]

Her signal is her quieting down, her eyes open and locking onto his as her breathing turns rough.

Her body tenses first, a slow building of sensation before she squeezes, underneath and around him, and shudders seconds before she comes apart.

[scots_wolf]

He gives a last, powerful thrust, then spills himself into her.