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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[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.

[yosafbridge]

Rather than push him away, than demand her space immediately after, her instincts have him curling up to him, nose nudging along his jawline as she releases a contented sigh.

[scots_wolf]

With a contented sigh, Urquhart rolls off her as not to squash her, then pull her tightly into his arms again so she can get back her breath in peace, comfortably surrounded by his warm, hairy strength.

He buries his face in her lovely red hair, and runs a finger down her side, revelling in dips and curves.

Ahhh, what an incredible woman!

[yosafbridge]

She releases a soft shiver, curling up into him, taking advantage of his warmth and proximity.

There's no doubt that her recently acquired animalistic qualities have given her the urge to be close to him, the fox cozying up to the wolf.

She nuzzles his cheek.

"How do you feel?"

[scots_wolf]

The wolf and the fox should stick together, not fight each other. The fox is tricky, and the wolf is strong. The Fox who beat the Wolf in Cologne ought to have remembered.-

"I feel wonderful," Urquhart says. "I just had the most amazing sex."

[yosafbridge]

She sighs, throwing her arm over his chest, fingertips stroking through the hair.

"I don't know how soon you'll remember," she murmurs, "but it's like that every time."

[scots_wolf]

"How long have we known each other?" Urquhart asks. "I feel it might be a few months, but not much longer?"

[yosafbridge]

"Eight," she says, fingers gently stroking. "Since the first time you found the Bar."

[scots_wolf]

"And how long after that did I find you?" Urquhart asks.

He feels it was soon. She is the kind of woman to catch his eye at once.

[yosafbridge]

"After you came in?"

She doesn't have to think about it for very long.

"Almost immediately."