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[He mulls on those words for a few seconds, trying to acertain if they're the truth, if Raven really means that. Finally:]

Come over?

Yeah. Of course, yes. [ kinda scrambling, although really ( creepily ) she was spending her mask detox time in Wesley's old room, on the fifth floor, possibly because it's closer to Remus' than her own down on the first. HEH? ] Five minutes. [ r u n n i n g down the hall excuse her pardon here, places to be-!

three and a half minutes later: knockknockknockknockknock. ]

[He answers immediately, sliding open the door and staring at her. He doesn't allow her in, but nor is he barring her way; he's just sort of standing there, looking at her uncertainly, holding his breath.]

[ it's the way he's looking at her that rocks her, like a solid shove in the chest, because she knows.. exactly how that feels. she remembers looking at him the same way after he took off his mask, like she was too nervous to trust that just a few days with it off really helped at all. and yeah, her nerves still feel like they're too sharp, on edge, but not in a way that'll set her off easily. just making her aware of how bad she was before. ]

It's okay. [ ehh ] It's been a week. [ but more importantly- ] I miss you. [ yeah, it's only been a week ]

Yeah. Me . . . me too.

[A pause. He meets her eyes.]

What do you want to do?

-- Can I kiss you?

Hug, maybe, first.

[ THE MOST EMBARRASSED SIGH ]

Start over.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

[He takes a step back, letting her in.]

Come here.

[And when she steps in, he slips forward, catching her in a hard kiss.]

[ hup.

there's a muffled hum of surprise, and she dips back a little bit just from the force of the kiss, but she's quick to catch herself, her arm reaching up to circle around his neck while her other hand grips onto the front of his jumpsuit. ]

M'so- sorry-

Shh--

[He leans in, renewing their hiss hungrily, trying to forget everything but it, trying to bury himself in it--]

Remus. [ it's not a protest, but it is a question, in a way, questioning because maybe he's earned this pent up energy, but it doesn't seem like- well. hm. she won't ask, not outright. not when she's enjoying the chance to kiss him like this again. she should ask, take a time out, but she's not a saint. so she takes a few step forward, eases him backwards without tripping over his feet. the serum might have ruined her shifting, but her balance, her strength, it's all back to where it was at home, more controlled. which is why, once she feels her knee hit the bed, it's easy to just fall back onto it without ..wiping out completely, still holding onto him, letting him settle on top of her however he wants ]

Shh--

[He climbs over her as they slip onto the bed, his hand raking up her sides, pushing through her hair, feeling as much of her as he possibly can. And of course they have to breathe, to speak, but that doesn't mean it can't be sexy things--]

I missed you so much--

[ mmhmm, it's just a hum pressed against his mouth as she kisses him again, not exactly ready on giving breathing a chance just yet. she's still just gripping at his suit, in his hair, like she can't pull him close enough, like she can't decide on the best way to hold on. she kisses him like she can use it to prove everything she can't put into words, how sorry she is, how much she missed him, how much she cares. she breaks to breathe, but moves her kisses along his cheek, his jaw, instead of stopping there, rushrushrush ]

I'll never wear it again, I swear. I promise. It's not worth it-

[He sort of wants to talk about it, to pull away and have a rational discussion-- and they should, but not yet, not yet, not until he's not feeling nearly as frantic.]

I love you--

[He mumbles that out without thinking, his hand already going to her jumpsuit zipper, tugging it open-- I love you, I missed you, I need you, all scrambled up in his mind--]

-- Yeah?

[ ... that's not the right response, is it? she pulls back, let's her head hit the sheets and her fingers slip from his hair. it'd be sexier, probably, to continue the rush, but it's difficult to think that way when her heart is twisting up in her chest. as dramatic as it is to recall, nobody but Charles has ever said that to her. well, Sirius did. but. that's just the same as hearing it from her brother, really, so the point- the point is that she knows it's different here and it makes her feel different and she has to look at him for a second, properly, catch his eyes with hers. ]

I love you, too.

[And even though he wants to rush, even though he can barely believe that he, Remus Lupin, just said those words-- when Raven pulls back, he does too, panting down at her. He stares for a few seconds before smiling softly. One hand reaches up, pushing carefully through her hair.]

I do. I mean-- I really do. I'm not just saying it.

[Just so she knows. Remus leans down, catching her in a far softer kiss.]

I know. I know. [ and she laughs, cause that's the best part of it, right? she can tell he means it, and it's perfect because she means it, truly, and that's something in and of itself to be happy about. it's not like she didn't know she had feelings for him, it's been very obvious for a while now, but actually saying it and feeling it so strongly is kind of-out-of-this-world fantastic. she kisses him back with a smile on her face, arms wrapping around his neck again just so she can nuzzle his face playfully and he can't get away. ]

Raven--

[He laughs against her mouth and shakes his head, nuzzling against her, kissing her happily.]

I want to kiss you, you can't keep snuggling me, we have to keep up a mood--

I will- absolutely oblige that mood, in just one- second-

[ because right now she's too thankful and grateful and excited and overwhelmed by the fact that just a few hours ago she didn't know if Remus would even talk to her after what happened, but then here they are and she needs to get the giddy energy out of her system before they continue anything else. ]

Why don't you tell me more about this mood first, love, so I know how to set it up just right. [ love. Charles calls people 'love'. it's a British thing, she knows, but it's kind of something she's maybe always wanted to call someone, so she's trying it out. she's also kissing down Remus' neck now ] Does it explain- why my jumpsuit's unzipped? And will- it include a reason for me to unzip- yours too?

It will, it absolutely will--

[He gasps that out softly and tilts his head back a little, trying to give her more space-- and he pushes at her jumpsuit, pulling it open just a little more, trying to listen to see if that's all right.]

Nn-- might help if you did unzip mine, might help us get into said mood--

[ Raven knows he's being careful, he's always pretty careful with her, maybe just from a lack of confidence in what he's doing, but she understands it, doesn't address it. the only catch is that Raven loves being naked. it's just the truth of it. she'd never wear her jumpsuit if she had her way. but she can't do that, she promised she wouldn't do that, so she wears her jumpsuit. but either way, there's no sign of shyness or discouragement as he pushes at her clothes, if anything she might be shifting into the movement, rolling her shoulder so it moves further back. clothes feel strange against her true form, it's too much. so yeah, no, she doesn't say anything about it.

instead she just reaches between them to try and grab hold of the zip on his jumpsuit, fumbling in her enthusiasm, but then she huffs, presses her hand flat between his shoulderblades and rolls them over, towards the wall just to avoid falling off the bed. there's space though, there's room, and she crouches over him with a grin ( so he has room to move, get comfy ), pressing her forehead to his and using both hands to unzip his suit. ]

Oh, you're right, it's helping for sure-

[ said as an afterthought, a dumb joke, because she pulls back to rest her hands flat on his chest, not to pin him down, but just to brush her palms over his skin. now, this is where she should realize it's- fast. she's rushing. not just rushrushrush kisses, but there's been no 'wait are we really going to-?' moment, no 'tell me this is okay'. it's a lingering effect of the mask, maybe, the confidence to just take, but it's nothing so malicious as what her mask made her feel. maybe it's been there all along, she's only now letting herself act on it. hm. still, she smiles as she looks him over, her eyes caught on that dark little scar low on his collar bone, the one she replicated however long ago, before her eyes are back on his again ]

[He stares up at her, breathless, mouth dry-- he's seen her topless a few times before, yeah, they've gotten that far, but the sight always manages to stun him. She's just so pretty-- her body is slender and strong and she always looks coiled, ready to spring into action-- and he really does love the color of her skin, the dark blue of it, the way scales lead to smooth skin lead to scales again. Remus bites his bottom lip as he reaches up, his fingers dragging up her stomach slowly.

Up, and then down-- and he meets her eyes in silent question as he catches her zipper, as he tugs it down more-- be confident, James said--]

[ Raven nods, probably one too many times, but, her enthusiasm is slowly shifting from he told me he loves me to wait this is actually happening this might finally be happening and "finally" is probably a word she shouldn't use, it was mostly her decision to hold off, to wait, not wanting to rush into it. because he's told her he hasn't had sex before, and that was the reason why they had to wait. it had to be special, it had to- it had to mean something. waiting for a bit made sense. plus- ]

I've never- I've never looked like this during- this, um, kind of thing. I've always had to hide. [ so he might not be her first, technically, but in a way he kind of is. in a way that counts. she reaches to tug her sleeves off of her arms, lets her jumpsuit bunch around her hips, fall away as far as the zipper allows it to. ]

[He reaches up, pushing her jumpsuit further down her hips, torn between staring up at her face and down at her body.]

I've never . . . you're the first who's ever known what I am. Who I am.

[He pulls at his own zipper, undoing it entirely. Taking off their jumpsuits means having to pull away from Raven entirely, and he's not quite prepared for that yet.]

I like who you are. And knowing who you are.

[ she almost wants to just say it - you can look - but maybe some part of her digs being able to read it in his expression, how he wants to look, but is trying not to. she tries to make it obvious it's okay by letting her own gaze wander a bit, watches her fingers trace loose, meaningless patterns against his skin ]

[He shivers, though she isn't touching anywhere particularly sensitive-- but even just the sensation of her fingers against his skin is breathtaking. He lets his eyes dart down again, playing all over her body, focusing on everything--]

Do you-- um-- do you want to-- undress entirely?

[A beat. He wrinkles his nose.]

I think I might have to practice my dirty talk somewhat.

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