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Brigid awoke in the woods near her house.

It wasn't the first time she'd done so, not here and not at home. Being so connected to the Earth meant that often she'd hike in the outdoors and sometimes rest herself against a tree and fall into a nap, or even full sleep.

This was, though, the first time she'd awakened at the sun's rise, naked as the day she was born, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there.

"Right then. Somethin's more than a little off with ye, lass," she told herself even though there was no one around to hear her but the trees.

There was something else off, or maybe on was a better word for it. She felt rested, truly rested, for the first time in weeks. As she sat, then stood up and stretched, Brigid did a little self-inventory and smiled. Gone was the nagging fatigue, the fuzziness in her mind. Instead, there was a feeling of being able to take on anything that came her way.

She laughed and dashed for the water for a quick ocean swim as the sun cleared the horizon. She'd revel in the water a bit, change, then head in to the shop. Her fingers nearly itched to get to her clay, to see what it would tell her to create today.

Find Brigid either running/swimming naked near her house, or later at her shop bent over her wheel

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It took Brigid a moment to realize he hadn't understood her because she'd been speaking in Irish. "Meant somethin of the sort, yes," she smiled. "Sorry. I tend t'revert t'my roots as it were, when I'm overtaken."

She managed a look around her kitchen, at the twisted up curtains, the cups shattered on the ground around spilled tea. "And it appears I was quite overtaken, wasn't I? I didn't hurt ye?"

"I love the way it sounds, although there's something to be said for understanding the dirty talk being told to you," he said, kissing her again, but more slowly this time. One hand slid up between them and started to massage her breast while he still held her against the wall.

"And I'm fine. I'll help clean up. Later."

Brigid's grin turned into a purr when his hand covered her breast and she couldn't stop herself arching into his touch, not that she tried all that much. "This'd be th'first time I shagged someone didn't understand it. Best try and remember m'English next time then, hmm?"

Her fingers carded through his hair, anchoring him as she returned the kiss.

"You can tell me something filthy in English now," he growled, pressing a thumbnail into one of her nipples before nipping at her lips. She was every bit as intoxicating as he had said and Robert hoped there would be several "next times".

"Then you can tell me where the bedroom is."

"Somethin along the lines of likin the way yer cock feels inside me? And wantin nothin more than t'wrap m'lips around it?" she asked on a moan while his fingers worked her nipples and her hand closed tighter in his hair.

Brigid arched again clamping her legs tight around his hips. "Top of the stairs, first door on th'right."

"Mmmm, yes," he growled, rocking his hips sharply against her once before gripping her legs again and pulling away from the wall. He loved how she felt against him and he felt inside of her, the closeness of it all. "Tell me something like that, I think I'd like it."

"Ye think ye'd like it?" Brigid said, clamping her teeth on his earlobe. "Then I think I'll have t'make it m'purpose t'keep m'head enough t'remember what language I'm t'be speakin in, unless ye manage t'learn Irish."

She continued to kiss her way along his jaw, down his throat. "Tell me about yer eyes, Jack. Do they always turn red?"

Robert gave another inhuman hiss when she bit down, loving that sharp flash of pain to contrast with the pleasure of how she felt when he started to move toward the stairs.

"Not always. Usually I don't lose control so much that I can't stop it. I know it can seem sinister."

"I've seen sinister, and it's often in th'eyes, but not the colour of them. And maybe it's a female bit, but I like hearin yer control was strainin at th'leash," Brigid smiled, then leaned in for another nip to his earlobe since he seemed to like it.

"I think you had my control more than just straining," he said, eyes flashing red again, like glowing embers. "So you don't think you'd mind the glowing eyes looking up at you from between your legs?"

Robert began to mount the stairs, each step a small bounce, pressing him up inside of her. Little shocks of pleasure shot through him and he wasn't sure if he was going to make it all the way up the stairs without having her again.

Again, Brigid flashed that smile of pure feminine delight at the idea of straining his control, then the combination of his words and his body moving inside hers as they mounted the stairs had her moaning in a low purr. "S'long as ye don't mind a gale blowin about ye, then I'd not mind a bit."

Her head dropped back and her fingers dug into his shoulders again. "It's like I can already feel ye lickin and nippin at me, Jack. Christ jaysus what ye do t'me."

Robert loved that purring noise she made and gave her a little extra bounce as he reached the top of the stairs. His mouth found her neck again and he began to bite and suck enough to leave a mark, too far gone to care about restraining himself. Something told him Brigid wouldn't mind that much.

"I bet you taste amazing, don't you? Are you the sort that could let me stay down there forever or does it get too intense for you?"

Rather than minding, the bite caused another ripple, another shudder, another long moan as her hand found his hair again and pulled. "Yer gonna make me come just usin yer mouth for speakin, much less feastin. Aye, ye can sample as long as ye'd like. S'been a fair good bit of time since I was shagged proper. I reckon I've enough stamina t'keep pace with ye."

In answer, she tightened her inner muscles around him in a firm squeeze as if trying to draw him deeper.

"You mean make you come like this?" He asked, voice a low growl as his magic swept through her. It mimicked her orgasm, flipping all her switched and making her come suddenly. She wasn't so far away that it was a complete surprise but it should feel sudden all the same.

"Like wha--- Oh bleedin hell yes!" The sensation came on her like a rogue wave, slamming her back into an arch. Her body quivered around his while her heavy-lidded eyes stayed locked on his face. "Now that's just cheatin," Brigid grinned as she came down off the wave's crest.

"Oh, should I stop?" he asked, giving a low chuckle at her reaction. He almost did it a second time just to mess with her but he didn't want to wear her out just yet. Not that he thought that was going to happen.

"Because I was about to throw you on your bed and get my mouth on you."

"I'm not connected t'the earth up here, Jack," Brigid half-laughed, half-moaned, "so I'm not inexhaustible."

But her night connected to the elements had recharged her in a way she'd never experienced before. Somehow, she thought Jack was going to take her right back to the brink of exhaustion. She also knew she didn't care.

"So if after we're done up here I go lay you on the grass then you'll be ready to go again?" he asked, an almost wicked gleam in his eyes. The things he could do to her if she didn't get exhausted, Robert could spend so much time exploring her, finding all the ways to give her the most pleasure.

"But that's for later," he said, laying her down on the bed as he kissed her again. "I have other things in mind for now."

That had Brigid laughing. "It's a bit like chargin a mobile. I'd have t'lay there a bit until I was full charged, but while I was there, I could pull th'energy I needed. Ye plannin on that bein a necessary thing then?"

She managed the question just before he took her mouth again and this time, she bit down on his lower lip, wondering if it would cause the same reaction as biting his earlobe.

Robert hissed in pleasure again as she bit down on his lip. He liked it rough at times, liked the biting and the taking of nails and all those signs that you were really, really getting to a person.

"That's alright," he said, kissing down her throat as he shifted his body lower, beginning to work his way down. "I can keep you from orgasming too, right on the cusp of release for as long as we need you to stay there."

Brigid growled. "Ye do that and I'll use the wind t'toss yer arse back into th'water." Her hands fisted in the sheets as he kissed lower, toes already curling in anticipation.

"The release though," he said, kissing along her breasts, sucking at them. They were so absolutely perfect, firm and perfect, the skin so impossibly soft. He could stay here forever if he needed to.

"The release is unlike anything. Haven't I made it good so far?"

Brigid was squirming under his attentions in the best possible way, little moans and purrs bubbling up from her throat as he worked her breasts, and her, into something close to frenzy. "Perhaps so," she told him, "but I'd rather be in control of whether I do or whether I hold out, ye ken?"

She really hoped he did, because this was entirely too enjoyable and she didn't want to have to remove him from her house.

"I ken," he said, kissing further along her breasts until he came to one of her nipples. He nipped at the flesh just a bit before licking along it and then sucking. The noises, the noises were so absolutely amazing and wonderful Robert didn't ever want her to stop. He could see himself spending a lot of time with her.

Nodding her approval of his understanding, Brigid pressed her head back into the mattress as she arched her back towards him, her body looking, searching, trying to get closer to him. Her strong fingers pressed into the muscles at his shoulders, carded through his hair, basically touching every bit of him that she could reach.