[He mutters that only because he's aware she's said something-- but it's hard to think, hard to breathe, because Raven's standing there and she's got no clothes on and Remus' thoughts are running wild-- everything from there's a naked girl in my room to Raven has no clothes on to the frightening-exciting-wonderful she wants me to touch her while she has no clothes on.
So he mumbles that, and stares at her openly for quite a few seconds before he remembers to get to his feet. Hastily he follows suit, shoving at his own jumpsuit, letting it drop to the floor-- and he ought to be more embarrassed, he thinks vaguely, he ought to be more self-conscious of his scars and bruises and the very fact he hasn't got clothes either-- but he's not. It feels right, it feels good to do this with her.
He takes her hand carefully, threading their fingers together, and leans in to resume their kiss-- hungrier this time, as he presses their bodies together.]
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[He mutters that only because he's aware she's said something-- but it's hard to think, hard to breathe, because Raven's standing there and she's got no clothes on and Remus' thoughts are running wild-- everything from there's a naked girl in my room to Raven has no clothes on to the frightening-exciting-wonderful she wants me to touch her while she has no clothes on.
So he mumbles that, and stares at her openly for quite a few seconds before he remembers to get to his feet. Hastily he follows suit, shoving at his own jumpsuit, letting it drop to the floor-- and he ought to be more embarrassed, he thinks vaguely, he ought to be more self-conscious of his scars and bruises and the very fact he hasn't got clothes either-- but he's not. It feels right, it feels good to do this with her.
He takes her hand carefully, threading their fingers together, and leans in to resume their kiss-- hungrier this time, as he presses their bodies together.]