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I could stand a little selfishness.

[He tilts his head a little, pleased by her fingers.]

If you could stand my company for that long, that is. I'm told I'm rather grating after hour four.

[Leaning down, he kisses the side of her head fondly.]

Of course I could! I really like hanging out with you. [ affection, affection, affection. it's stupid, it's needy of her. she doesn't care. ] Only I'm sure Sirius would be unhappy with me after a while. And I have rounds every few hours. [ hhhup, so much for serious conversation happening right away, because she's leaning in to give him a kiss as well. ]

[And then there's kissing, and he won't ever pull away from that-- and when they break away, he darts down for a second one, hungrier, his fingers tracing along her neck again--]

[ which draws a sound from her, something caught between a laugh and a hum, makes her turn her face the other way and kiss him once more. ] --that's cheating. [ but she's kissing him again so obviously she doesn't mind it ]

Shall I stop, then?

[He grins against her mouth, his fingers dragging down.]

[ Raven responds accordingly with the draw of his fingers, her head tipping back, lips parted a bit ] Nooo. [ because she likes it way too much, even if it's difficult to do anything besides keen and kiss when he does it ] I'm going to find your sweet spot and never stop once I do, then you'll see.

And I anticipate the day-- but until then, darling, I rather think I have the advantage--

[He drags his fingers down a little, tracing along the front of her throat experimentally-- and he kisses her again, this one a bit hungrier--]

[ nnh. it actually tickles a little, but it's not enough to make her laugh, instead it just sort of sends a chill up her spine, makes her move a little bit closer as she kisses him back. she likes when his kisses are hard pressed, finds it easy to give into it and match his enthusiasm. and yes, okay, she's definitely already working on that hunt for a sweet spot because her hand drops down to his hip, fingers splayed wide as it slowly pushes up along his side. ]

[He lets out a little noise and pushes his hip forward a little encouraging that touch-- just like that-- and he brushes his thumb against the base of her throat as his other fingers wander toward the side again--]

[ hmm. her hand stops, just so she can slide it back down, the heel of her hand pressed against the jut of his hip again, deliberate. if nothing else, it's easy to hold on there when the rest of her is pushing up into kissing him, neck stretched because why wouldn't she when he's touching her like that. she's also going to bite at his lower lip now, a soft drag of teeth until she's pulling away completely just because she can. ] ..m'on the right track? [ just going to move her hand a little lower, not anywhere too forward, but low on his hip ]

I-- ah--

[Yes? Frankly, anywhere Raven touches is enough to drive him mad-- and he's not sure if it's a sweet spot so much as your hand is close to my cock-- and he sort of gapes down at her--]

Ah?

[ sorry Remus, sheeeee's just mimicing you because it's fun and he's cute. her hand moves back almost a little too quickly, pulling him closer by pressing at the small of his back. ]

Use. your. words.

[ punctuated with kisses on his jaw ]

You can't expect me to bloody well think when you're kissing me, Raven--

[He exhales softly and tilts his head back exposing his throat a little-- but just so this isn't one sided, he tugs his hand down, his nails dragging lightly on her neck.]

Oh, but I bloody well will.

[ has she told him how much she likes his accent? she's sure she has, yes. she loves his accent and the Remusy things he says, the way his voice gets a little rough when she's pressing kisses down his neck. and she doesn't mean to, directly, but his nails on her neck makes her suck in a breath, and then she's kind of, maybe, reaching up to grab his hand, then rolling up so she can change their position, her on top with her hand holding his out a little bit away from their bodies. it's quick and all playful, a cat pouncing on her prey, gotcha. but it's almost like her body reacted before her mind did, because her eyes widen a little bit once they've settled. ]

[He sucks in a sharp breath and stares up at her-- her in his lap, god, and it's not a big deal but it is.]

Oh my god.

[He doesn't mean to mutter that, and gives an awkward little laugh once he says it. He reaches with his free hand, his fingers tracing down her side so very gently.]

Sorry! Sorry, sorry.

[ she doesn't sound sorry, but she is for being, er, forward. it's all gut reactions and instinct, and she should know better than to let herself do that kind of stuff, but yeah. physical always beats out mental, for her. aye carumba. sorry my brain is so slow and my body's too fast???? let's not even try to explain. so instead she lets go of his hand and holds onto his shoulders, trying to decide if she should get comfy here or move back to her spot right next to him. ]

We were supposed to talk. We should talk. Yeah?

Either way.

[He grins up at her-- and then softer, his hand pushing through her hair gently.]

You don't have to be sorry, Raven. I'm certainly not upset.

I know, I know. But I don't wanna.. seem like I'm trying to rush things. Because I'm not. I mean, I don't want to.

[ but that's not really stopping her from being touchyfeely, seeing as her hands are absently rubbing his shoulders a bit. ]

Well, this is hardly our first date. And we're not doing anything-- I mean, we are, but it's not as if we're-- you know what I mean.

[He tilts his head a little, trying to subtly encourage that touching.]

I don't want to push you into anything, Raven-- but you don't have to worry about-- about offending me, or having me think anything bad about you, or think you're just in this for-- you know-- physical things.

Nope, I don't think I know what you mean. I'm gonna need some detail.

[ oh Raven like you could handle dirty talk at all. which is why she's smiling already, tilting her head to match his and pressing her fingers into the muscle of his shoulders with a little more purpose, in a little bit towards his neck. she quirks her brow 'yeah?', but doesn't.. actually. ask. ]

[He takes a breath-- and then pouts up at her, catching on a moment too late.]

You're making fun of me.

[Bu-ut he quite likes that firm pressure, and shivers a little as he feels it.]

Things like-- like letting me work off your jumpsuit a bit, for starters.

[ she shakes her head at that first accusation, lips pressing shut to hide the fact that her smile is only getting bigger. but nope, see, she's being nice. she's rubbing circles into the backs of his shoulders, totally behaving. ]

You're right, we.. haven't done anything quite like that yet.

[ besides that one time, but really she shifted out of her jumpsuit herself, sooo ]

Well, it's-- it's-- there you go, then.

[He shivers again, his shoulders rising to press against her hands happily.]

Look, I'm terrible at these sorts of things--

You're perfectly fine. [ she leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, slides her hands inward a little more before rubbing again. ] I'm not even sure I know what you're talking about. What are you terrible at?

Talking in a way that isn't completely awkward.

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