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[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.

You're so- cute.

[ meaning she's fine with him saying 'thank you', oddly, but she'd feel ridiculous actually saying 'you're welcome' in return. she stays on her back for a little bit, just sort of smiling at him because she really, really doesn't want to leave. and technically she doesn't have to, yet, but she probably could stand to get some things done before her schedule starts up.

then again- ]

I'm think I'm gonna nap in my last.. hour or so before I'm supposed to meet for Security. We should- nap. Mhm.

Good idea.

[He shifts, moving so he can grab the blanket. Lying down next to her, he slips it over them both, carefully arranging it so they're both covered. Sirius might come back, after all.]

Comfortable?

[ Raven rolls onto her side so she's facing him again, the blanket still tucked up around her, though she doesn't answer until her hand finds his again, linking her fingers through his ]

Mmmhm.

Excellent.

[He kisses her forehead quite gently.]

G'night, love.

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