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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.

[ she doesn't mean to laugh ]

Oh, stop. You're fine. I don't think there's anything you could say to me that would make things awkward.

[ ... ]

Okay, two things. There are a total of two things that could potentially make this awkward, but you'd never say them. So you're alright.

Well, now I'm curious as to what they are, you can't just say that.

[But at least he's smiling now.]

I definitely can, and I won't be spilling. Because that would be awkward.

[ duh. ]

Are you rolling your eyes at me!

No.

[ yes. ]

I'd never!

You are! What sort of girl are you!

The kind of girl that doesn't like bringing up awkward things because it would be awkward and I like things just they way they are, very non-awkward and fun. Is that really so terrible? [ quietly tiptoeing past the eyerolling fact and kissing him again instead, because clearly that makes everything okay again ]

[He has a retort all set up, but then she's kissing him and of course he can't ignore that-- and so he has to kiss her back, eagerly, his hips rolling up eagerly--]

[ aha friction. Raven wiggles down into the movement, simple as that, even though it ends up making her sort of gasp against his mouth and squeeze her eyes shut. badbadbad. well, goodgoodgood, but badbadbad for her self control. she sinks her teeth into his lip, because she can't bite her own when she's still kissing him. controlcontrolcontrol. ]

[He ends up letting out a little moan, his hips rolling up again-- yeah, that's good, just like that, and he thinks that maybe this isn't so hard, maybe he can do this--]

[ maybe he can drive her crazy, yeah, absolutely. he's on the right track. going for the gold there. her knees tighten against his hips, hands sliding in to hold his face like she needs all this contact right now or she'll combust. literally explode! but in a good way. because the way she's kissing him isn't needy-rough, but needy-playful, which are two very different things. because one is bitey and harsh and taketaketake, but this is more subdued, little things just to test the waters and see what's okay and what's too much. she refuses to roll her hips against his at any kind of pace that can be tracked, sure that with rhythm comes a- well, it builds up, doesn't it? constant friction. she can't handle that right now. so she keeps her body steady over his, encouraging friction without pressing for more. she's too focused on kissing him anyway]

[He returns the kiss eagerly, his own neediness less playful and more desperate-- god, but he's addicted to the taste of her, he really is. His hands wander down her body, teasing along her back, her hips, as he pushes his own up again--]

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