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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.

[ she squirms a little bit when his nails find her skin, a little tingle running up her spine from it. ]

I like your aggressiveness. And I don't think it's impossible for you to learn to trust your own instincts. I don't mean- don't think at all, but. Worrying about any of it might take away from your ..enjoyment of it. [ which she only knows because she assumes it's like trying to remember how to hold a shift while she's distracted by physical stuff. but anyway. ] And I'm only saying all of this because that was really- you're, um. You were really. [ wincing because how do you tell someone they're good at sex? ] You were great. And you have nothing to worry about at all. So. I just hope you- liked it, too? Oh, God, now I'm worrying.

[He laughs despite himself and leans forward, kissing her.]

I know what you mean. And I'll try. It's new to me, Raven, but . . . once I get more comfortable, I'll stop thinking. Just as I stopped thinking when I talked to you-- er, which sounds stupid, but you know what I mean.

And I loved it.

[He adds that quietly, with a small smile.]

It was one of the best things I've ever done.

Good. Good!

[ she leans in to kiss him happily, slides her knee against his leg, cuddling closer, somehow ]

Because I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you at all after today. There's just no hope in that anymore.

Oh, wonderful, because I believe the feeling is mutual--

[He lets out a happy little noise and worms closer, dragging his nails up her back.]

Bloody hell, I really could just spend all day here with you. [He nips at her bottom lip.] Or all night, tonight--

Tonight, really? [ she sounds distracted now, and it's entirely because him biting her lip is kinda perfect ] You're sure your roommate won't mind that? [ teeeasing. her room is an option, of course, but he did say 'here', so, she's going to tease him for it. ] I'm not sure how I feel about having an audience already...

Shush--

[He bites her lip again, punishingly, with a little grin.]

In your room, then.

[ she whines quietly, though it doesn't sound all that convincing in the 'ouch that hurt' department ]

My room. [ she nods, kisses him again ] You can help me unwind after my training session with Edgeworth. We- [ oh. hnn, she's supposed to keep that a secret. she doesn't know why he won't tell people about his abilities, but she doesn't know if Remus knows about it. sooo.. ] -run. A lot, as our cool down. Leaves me with all sorts of adrenaline. [ she grins excitedly, leans in to nudge her nose against his ]

Excellent.

[He nips at her lip again, hungrily, his eyes trained on her face.]

I'll remember condoms this time. Ah-- I think that's all we need, yes?

Hmmmm. I'm not sure. We should probably make a list. Maybe a few charts, diagrams..

[ teasing you for PLANNING, Mr Lupin ]

[He lets out a little noise and pushes her onto her back, kissing her firmly.]

If you don't stop making fun of me for being through--

You'll what? Plan a very suitable, thoughtful revenge?

[He bites her lip again-- and then down at her neck, hard, because he's comfortable with that, at least--]

You're the most infuriating person--

[ it started as a laugh maybe, but there's a surprised sort of gasp once he bites her neck, her hands moving to his shoulders but it's not to push him away. if anything she's gripping him maybe a little too tight ( damn that mutant strength ), but it's just so he doesn't pull away ]

I don't think I'm the most infuriating, there has to be someone else- [ she's laughing again before she can stop herself ] Maybe we should make a list!

[He bites her again-- and again-- and tilts his head up, kissing her firmly. Blindly he reaches up, grabbing her hand, pinning it to the bed-- and he tries to reach for her other hand without breaking their kiss--]

[ third time's a charm, because her mouth is pressed firmly shut by the time he's leaning up to kiss her, and even that doesn't do much to muffle her moan. her legs move around his hips, just to hold onto him, while her free hand actually seeks out his too, wanting to lace her fingers with his ]

[He kisses her hungrily, threading their fingers together-- and he keeps her other hand pinned to the bed, liking that slight bit of power. They can't go another round, not really-- but he grinds his hips down eagerly and moans against her.]

[ she tugs her hand down a little bit, not really trying to get out, but more to feel his strength. which, as it turns out, is a huge turn-on. it makes her drag her teeth over his lip with a quiet growl, arch her body up against his ]

[He slips his tongue forward and grinds his hips down again, eager for this-- god, but he wants this again, he wants her again, bad enough that he keeps moving, trying to inspire this--]

[ eager, eager, eager. which is encouraging and addicting but she's quietly going nnhnnnn through their kiss, even if physically she's.. mostly egging him on, yep. oops. but, honestly- ] -- we can't- [ she manages to sneak in between kisses, even if it doesn't sound all that confident ]

[He whines against her mouth, arguing without really arguing-- but he does stop grinding his hips down. After another kiss, he pulls back, panting for breath.]

I want to-- god, I want you--

[ her legs loosen their grip around his hips, slide down a bit so her heels are back on the bed instead of around his legs. she pulls in a deep breath before saying anything, trying to calm herself down ]

Save it for tonight? [ it wasn't supposed to be a question, but tonight feels like such a long time away from now. she grins up at him, squirming a little underneath him just to feel the contact of his body moving against hers ] At least now I know how to get you all riled..

Frankly, Raven, you could get me riled by talking.

[He kisses her one last time, quick and eager, before climbing off her with a little smile.]

Thank you. Again. I mean, obviously it was mutually beneficial, and, er, I know you're not supposed to say thank you, but-- thank you. It was . . . fantastic. Better than I dreamed it could be.

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