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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. ]

[He'd wondered briefly about knowing when she'd finished, because of course the signs that make it obvious for a boy aren't there for a girl-- but that's another thing he shouldn't have worried about. It's very clear when she finishes; her body goes tense and god, but it feels good, tight around him; it sounds good, the way she moans and whimpers-- and then he echos her, as she ruts against him, smirking down at him-- and it only takes him a few minutes before he finishes himself, gasping and arching up, holding onto her hands tightly--]

[ Raven knows better than to keep moving once a guy starts to finish, usually it just gets uncomfortable ( or something ) - her enthusiasm made her first partner go 'ah, ah, ah, stop stop' once he started to finish, so. she knows it's not like how it is for a female. after the first time she comes, it feels good to keep going. but. so. she slows down a little bit once she feels him tense up under her, just a slow rock of her body against his. she gives it a little while before she finally lays down on top of him, her knees tucking close to support her weight as she buries her face against his neck. she kisses him softly, the feel of his pulse against her lips making her smile a bit. her fingers loosen from his, but she can't bring herself to let go just yet, not completely ]

[He keeps the fingers of one hand intertwined, while with the other he pushes through her hair slowly. He smiles vaguely up at the ceiling and breathes slowly. There's something fantastic about just lying here in the quiet with Raven, hearing her breathe, feeling the sweat cool on both their bodies.

But eventually he speaks, and says:]

That was . . . that was all right, then? For you, I mean?

[ ... okay, giggling isn't an ideal thing to do in bed either, but she's got this giddy, post-sex thing that she apparently can't shake, or hide, and her free hand moves to the side of his neck, just so she can pull him closer ( kind of ), kissing him a few more times before she answers ]

So, so, so much better than alright. Remus. [ like she can't believe he's even asking her. she bites his shoulder playfully ] I'd stay with you here all day if I could. Just so we can go again. And again, and again, and again. [ and she knows she should get off of him so they can clean up, but, maybe in a minute. after she's done kissing him- ]

[He laughs happily and tugs at her hair, teasing, in retaliation for that bite.]

Why can't you? No one's stopping you-- I certainly don't mind--

Oh, I have rounds. And training. I can't skip out, only cause I promised to train with people, it's not just for me. [ she finally sits up then, settling back on his lap and oh he's still inside of her, soft now, but it still makes her hum a bit. her hands move to rest on his stomach, just so she can look at him with a ridiculous smile on her face, before she convinces herself to get up. ] C'mon, we need to wash up before we get too comfy. [ it's just gross, okay. might be a mood killer to get up before getting back into bed to snuggle, but she'd rather not wait ] Don't suppose you've got a spell for that too, huh?

I do, actually--

[He scoots back, pulling out of her. With a wrinkled nose he tugs off the condom.]

Evanesco! If you'll hold still? Scourgify!

[He repeats that last spell a few more times, just to be sure they've gotten everything, before giving her a small smile.]

Of course, if you'd like to wash your hands or something, obviously, feel free, but it's a good deal simpler getting rid of condoms this way.

[ her eyes go a little wide because oh, oh, that's- an interesting feeling. but she's glad for it, the simplicity, convenience, and she shakes her head before flopping back down on the bed next to him. and immediately curls up against his side. just so she can get right back to kissing him, this time along his shoulder. ]

To be perfectly, perfectly honest- [ kiss kiss ] - that really, genuinely was so much better than- anything I've felt before. Which might be just because I like you so much, but, really- [ kiss ] -I think it's because you can handle me in a way most people can't.

How do you mean, handle you?

[He drags his hand down her shoulder, along her side-- and he likes this, too, this quiet intimacy.]

I'm glad, though. That it was that good.

Handle me. ..Literally. Well, I mean. Handle what I put out, my aggressiveness, and you don't- you don't treat me like I'm fragile. Which, surprisingly, a lot of people do just in general. They used to at least, before I got here. [ but back home was different in a lot of ways, mostly in that she had to hide, no matter what. people just saw her as a very average girl without even a high school degree, or a real job. she wasn't anything to be intimidated by, and people treated her that way. passive, almost. and in a roundabout way, her love life wasn't any different. and! since she hasn't had any kind of romantic activity since she got on board. it's. well. all kind of hitting her again. ]

And it'll only get better once you learn to trust yourself, quit thinking so much about it. 'Cause I can tell, you know, when you're over-thinking things. It's not bad, it's not a bad thing, just. I can tell. And you really don't have anything to worry about.

Yes, well. That's rather an impossibility for me, but I assume I'll, er, get better as we keep going.

[He wrinkles his nose, dismissing the matter.]

But you're hardly a wilting flower. And you're . . . it's obvious you're strong. I mean, the way you move, you handle yourself-- I'm surprised more people didn't see that.

[He drags his nails down along her side again.]

I'm glad that you trust me enough to be aggressive.

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