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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 ]

[He lets out a happy exhale, grinning fiercely up at the ceiling. All right. Who's inexperienced now, eh? He keeps that pressure up, firm, but slows down just as she'd requested-- and soon he's squirming again, letting out little noises, which is slightly embarrassing but also impossible to hold back.]

Oh, bloody hell, Raven--

Mhm. [ another hum, another slow nod. because talking would be.. a bad idea. mostly because it wouldn't really be words, she's pretty sure, just unintelligible sounds, more than the little whimpers she's already making. she wants more, like almost immediately she wants to rush past this and- ] Condom. We need a condom- [ which isn't sexy to bring up right now, but maybe it. could be. if you squint. she's eager for it, but she's not about to rush by the obvious because of it. she's just hoping he has some in the room, maybe, or Sirius does- which yikes let's not think about Sirius needing condoms right now, but, she'll be thankful for it later if he did stash some here. ]

We--

[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to think. Condom. Right. Yes. Does the ship have condoms? Remus gropes for his jumpsuit and grabs his wand. With a sloppy flick of his wrist, he gestures to the door.]

Accio condom! Hopefully.

[Thirty seconds-- and then the door opens as a small packet zooms in. Remus laughs and catches it.]

Try not to think about what the rest of the ship must think--

[ the waiting was too much, thirty seconds is a long time to sit there and not just ask what in the world Accio means- but then there's a condom. and she nearly bursts out laughing, but instead just goes back to kissing his face like she was before, nuzzling him excitedly ] I don't care what they think. [ which is true, and it also seems like a better thing to focus on than the fact that she wants to ask if there's literally a spell for every single need a person might have. including summoning condoms. wow. anyway. ] Do you want to.. like this? Or maybe you should lay back, actually.. [ now she's back to feeling a tiny bit bashful, like she should just know which position is the best for someone's first time or something. but she doesn't. she gives him another kiss. ] Whatever you want.

I should say the same to you.

[He says that with a small smile-- but then, again, a little seriously:]

I want-- I want this to be brilliant for both of us. I mean, obviously, but-- if something's wrong, tell me, yeah?

[And he means what he says, yeah-- but she also told him to relax, and so he tries to take away from the gravity of the moment by fiddling with the condom: opening it, focusing on it, slipping it on with a slight face--]

Of course. [ she pushes her fingers through his hair, just to keep touching him without getting in the way while he works on getting the condom on. which makes her smile, although she doesn't sit there watching him do it, nothing so obvious. instead she just watches his face, occasionally leaning in to kiss his neck, his cheek. his jaw. his nose. she's getting ridiculous with the kisses. probably getting obstructing his view. oops. ] It'll be brilliant no matter what- [ kiss kiss kiss ] -because I love- [ kiss ] you.

[He laughs as her kisses get more and more ridiculous-- but at her words, he twists, catching her in a firm one. He lingers there for a few seconds, body gone still-- I love you, and it's amazing how fast his heart suddenly starts pounding when he hears those words.

He nips at her lip as he pulls back.]

Ready?

Yesyesyes. [ she should be serious now, right? probably. but she's smiling too much for that, so. her arm is moving up around his neck one more time for balance, then she sits up on her knees and scoots forward, reaching down so she can guide herself down onto him properly. easy. slow. she's holding her breath, though she doesn't realize it, her eyes trained on his face as she lowers down onto him completely in one smooth motion. she gasps out that breath once she's seated just like that with him inside of her, and her body adjusts fairly quickly, there's no stretch or pain, but she's still just- going to stay like that for a second, give her some time to hug him close and watch him for reactions, positive or negative. anything. ]

Bloody hell--

[He gasps that out as she lowers herself down on him-- god, and it feels good, better than he was expecting, better than any of the little things she's done leading up to this-- and for a moment he can't think, all he can do is gape up at her-- and even when he starts to grow used to the sensation, there's still her to take in, sitting on him like that, looking strange and sleek and wonderful--]

Oh, god, Raven, you look-- god, you're-- god, Raven, just like that--

I haven't even moved yet. [ she teases, cuts him off with a kiss, insistent and confident, laced with a little moan because it does feel good, it's exactly- it's perfect. she keeps her face close to his even once she breaks the kiss, eyes still shut, just sharing his space. ] You feel good, though. You're- [impressive, is that crass to say right now? yes. so she stops herself, instead just letting her toes curl as she focuses on not moving too much, on not flexing herself around him just yet. because yeah, her mutation is- physical. in every way. she has that kind of control over her body. which most women do, but, not like her. she realized that a long time ago, only it didn't matter as much as it matters right now ] I'll go slow, okay? Just- talk to me, let me know what's what. It's actually- kinda sexy if you let me know what you like about it. [ and don't like, but. whatever. she can't focus. she rocks her hips against his experimentally, moans because it's such a tease, even doing it a second time, and a third. ],

That's-- ah-- that's good--

[What could she possibly do that wouldn't be good? Everything is good, every movement, every moan-- and he's a little embarrassed now, afraid of making a fool of himself like he just had, but it's hard to keep silent.]

You're vastly overestimating how articulate I'm g-going to be--

[But he reaches out, dragging blunt nails up her legs, until he settles his hands at her hips.]

You don't-- I mean-- I'm fine, Raven, you don't have to go slow for my sake. More than fine, I'm fantastic--

[ she sort of groans a little bit with that, don't have to go slow- ]

Sure about that-?

[ because there's like, this. line for her. that seems ridiculous, it's so stupid to try and put into words, but she's never had sex in her blue form, she's always had the distraction of keeping up a shift, so she never could exactly let go completely and see what her limits are. but here she is now, unmasked, with Remus, who she knows can handle her rougher side on most occasions so far. but. it feels like she's about to cross some line because of it. but how does she explain she doesn't even know her own limits yet?

her hands slide from the back of his neck to his shoulders, pushing him to lay down on his back, before she moves her hands to his wrists, pinning his hands up by his head. not.. so subtle, but there's a playful grin back on her face, another gotcha sort of look in her eyes. she uses her new position to roll her hips down against his a little harder, faster, less controlled. ugh, it feels reallyreally good. she's just grinding against him, which makes it easier to move a little faster, and keep her body close to his at the same time. ]

Yeah--

[It's an answer to her question and a little sigh of pleasure all at once-- yeah, he likes this, he likes the way his stomach curls as she pins him to the bed, as she rolls her hips and moves against him so he pushes up into her-- and he pushes his hips up, trying to match her rhythm, trying to help--]

[ her fingers smooth up his palms so she can hold onto his hands properly, her focus only breaking for a second because ohwow it feels even better when he's pushing up into her, and it's actually easier to do this when he's moving with her ( who knew? guys back home were lazy ), easier to find the perfect movement and pace, one that makes her brain fizz out for a little bit, tv static- ] -oh-! [ oh, oh. Raven's not the most creative when it comes to letting someone know, yes, yeah, there, like that. she just whimpers and holds his hands a little tighter, bites down hard into her lip to stop herself from getting too loud about it ]

[Oh, god, but he can understand that, and he echoes her little exclamations with pleased noises of his own-- and he keeps rocking his hips up, meeting her rhythm, getting into a fast pace that leaves him dizzy-- but he's aware enough to notice the way she bites her lip, and he lets out a displeased noise.]

Don't-- I wanna hear--

[He tightens his grip on her hands and pushes up into her again, emphasizing that--]

[ her cheeks turn dark at just the thought of it, but eventually she does release the tension in her jaw, gasps and groans as her back arches a little more. she's not really loud, but once she stops trying to hold back, every breath is a whimper, a gasp. it's been a really long time, and so everything's a little heightened, more sensitive than it should be. ] Harder. I'm- [ close. ]

Yeah--

[He pushes up into her harder, faster, driven on by her need and his own all at once-- fucking hell, and he wants this to last longer, he wants to go on and on, he wants to flip her over and pin her to the bed-- next time, he thinks distantly, and stares up at her, watching her hungrily as she begins to finish--]

[ oh, there's another surprised moan, her eyes squeezing shut. she wants it to last too. well, some part of her does. but a much bigger part makes her want to feel that rush much more, wants- to- ] Oh, God- mhmm- mhm- [ so articulate. but her body tenses up, almost stops moving just to feel him move against her, inside of her, and that's enough. her thighs buckle under her, body bowing as the need to curl up against him strikes her intensely, makes her moan and rock against him. it should probably be embarrassing how quickly she came, like there's probably some rule against letting herself get that turned on, that fast. but. well. she's hard pressed to take much time to actually feel embarrassed or anything remotely like it, and instead she finds herself grinning body on edge, but moving again with a new sense of urgency, wanting to watch him finish too. ]

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