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-- 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.

You're perfect. [ just.. generally, but also in the way he's talking to her, because his nervousness makes her more confident, in a weird way, wanting to be sure enough in this to pace him through it. she's not worried, at all, just excited, and as much as she'd rather not break contact so soon, she slips off of his lap to stand next to the bed, waiting just a second before pushing her jumpsuit over her hips, ducking down so she can step out of it before standing up straight again. she takes a breath and grins, reaches he hands out for him ] C'mere.

--yeah.

[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.]

[ she only has about four seconds to look, but then he's right there and she likes holding his hand, it's sweet, it's perfect, but her free hand is a bit more direct in expressing her wants, pulling him closer by holding onto his side, fingers pressed hard against his skin once they slide forward along his ribs, then down between them. she's aware he has bruises, marks to take notice of, but by now she's not so worried. they've gotten handsy before, she knows his limits in that regard.

it's once her fingers slide over his cock that she slows down their kiss a little bit, puts a tiny bit more space between them so she can rub over him properly. her teeth catch his bottom lip, a wordless hey timeout pay attention although she's sure it's not completely necessary. she makes a little sound because it's hot, okay, Remus kissing her like this and that they aren't wearing any clothes. and she knows that there's supposed to be a ton of ..stuff that happens before you rush to the, ah, 'main event', but- ]

-- want you-

[ you know, in case the fact that she's jerking him off doesn't make that obvious enough. ]

Jesus--

[He growls that against her mouth and pushes his hips forward, moving against her hand-- and that's good, yeah, that's fantastic, but make it about her, James had also said, and god, but he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to do, and so he starts by slipping his hand up, palming at her breast, leaning in to nip at her throat--]

[ oh, but all she's thinking about is how she wants his first time to be good, or, no, great, she wants his first time to be great and so it's all about him now, it has to be. which is why she's suddenly aware that her palm is dry, which is kind of- not the best, even if she's not planning on getting him off this way or anything. and she's just smiling up at the ceiling for a second as she thinks about it, how- disorganized this all is, because she wasn't planning on this happening now, but it just makes sense, but anyway, she ducks her face a little bit to try and nudge him away from kissing her neck, hold on, hold on, and she kisses low on his throat, down, down, down, until she's crouching in front of him, dragging her lips over his hip. and now, for the point of this, which is so she can lick her fingers, swipe her tongue across her palm ( crude, Darkholme, wow ), before she starts fisting him again. she's still holding onto his hand, which makes her grin once she finally looks up at him ]

Trust me, yeah? [ she presses more kisses to his skin, low on his belly, his hips, slow slow slow now. her voice is low, trying to be soothing, maybe, or just thick with want. ] What's it gonna take to get you to stop thinking so much?

I-- it's a bloody impossibility--

[Only she's sort of doing a good job of it, because even the light pressure of her hand is making his toes curl. He stares down at her, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, a flush on his face.]

I-- ah-- I trust you--

Do you wanna know a secret? Well, actually the secret to all of this?

[ like she actually knows all that much. but it's something she's noticed, and is noticing now because of how she feels in this exact moment, which is pretty much different than any other type of experience she's had like this. and she knows she shouldn't be working so hard to suck a bruise into Remus' skin, right there on his hip, but she gets distracted by it, for a moment, her hand even pausing just to grip his cock while she does it. she feels his skin heat under her tongue, the rush of a bruise rising to the surface, and there, see, now he has a hickey. it's a great hickey, if she's allowed to brag, just a small, dark red mark under the jut of his hip. which is a very suckable place, it turns out.

but anyway. ]

The secret to this is that if you really, really like someone- it doesn't matter what exactly you do to them, or how you do it, it's going to be pretty perfect. It'll feel perfect, it'll work out perfectly. But it's a learning experience, so we'll need lots of practice. [ said with a cheeky grin, eyes still up on his face while she leans in to lick up the length of his cock, then starts to move her hand again ]

Edited 2013-04-18 03:28 (UTC)

[There's a fleeting moment of feeling bad, of feeling an idiot, because he wanted to be cool and confident and awe her with his skills, he wanted to make it so that she'd forget he'd never done this-- but that, apparently, wasn't in the cards for today. But that's all right. It's more all right than he would have expected, because even as she talks, he's gasping and squirming, his fingers gripping at nothing-- god, her tongue, and he nearly whimpers as she moves.]

That's-- ah-- t-that's good to know--

Mhmm.

[ she should ease up, probably, but all that means at first is just slowing down her hand, giving him a little time to process. squirming is good, it's a good sign, but not if she gets carried away with that reaction and pushes him too far, too fast. so- ]

Just relax..

[ her fingers unlace from his, slowly, but only so she can reach down to touch herself a little bit, just softly, nothing too needy. she's already wet, which is.. telling, isn't it? she hasn't been shy about the fact that she's been looking forward to this for a while now, but it still makes her blush to feel just how turned on she is. ]

[He lets out another little noise as he watches her-- and he ought to kneel down, to do that himself, isn't that what he's meant to do? Help her? But this feels so wonderfully good (and he doesn't know what to do, besides)-- and so he stays like that, watching her hungrily, letting out little noises as she moves her hand.]

[ as it turns out, it's actually.. really hard to focus on two things at once, so. she only manages to do that for a little while, before she gets frustrated ( in a good way ), ends up standing up again with both of her hands on his sides- ] Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I've got an idea. [ which is why she's pushing him back down onto the bed ( her smile is a LITTLE apologetic for a second, but not so much once she's crawling to straddle his lap ). well, a bit more back towards his knees than she usually does, but for obvious reasons. maybe it's a bit much of her to do, but she trails her fingers down the inside of his forearm, from his elbow to his wrist, before taking his hand, maybe just to give him a little time to catch on. because after that she's guiding his hand between her legs, her fingers tucking over his to try and guide him a bit. she makes a quiet sound as her eyes fall shut, once the pad of his finger brushes over her clit ] F-eel that?

I-- yeah. Yes.

[He pushes his thumb up carefully, eyes trained on her face-- and again, a little rougher, hoping like hell that instinct is correct, that he's not about to hurt her--]

-- nnh. [ her thighs tense with the effort it takes not to rock her hips forward against his hand, and she nodnodnods, resting her forehead agains his again, eventually pulling her hand away from his because he doesn't need the help, not when he gets right away what she's talking about and oh, God, Remus, brilliant, brilliant Remus- ] Just like that, maybe a little slower- [ or she'll lose control and then where would they be? she gets right back to slowly fisting his cock, her nose nudging against his cheek ]

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