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Death is out by the lakeshore, perched in the rocks overlooking the water.

She's skipping stones and watching the moonlight gleam on the water, at the peaceful spread of the ripples. The night continues with its soft and subtle song around her.

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*His body reflexivly archs away from hers, he'll never get used to her touch. Their fingers still intertwined, he pulls them closer so they are flush curve against angle.*

come to bed?

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Her eyes glitter, somehow smoky. She's smiling, like a kid doing something they shouldn't be doing.

"That's a long way away."

The heat of him, pressed against her.

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*His free hand lingers near her ear, thumb caressing that very spot just below and behind her earlobe, while the other arm winds her's around his back.*

very long way.

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She gasps, actually gasps, and arches into him, her eyes closing and there's this full-body spasm and a sound in her throat and every semblance of a nerve in this not-quite-body is singing and it's glorious and she takes his mouth with hers in a wild, wild hunger, a hunger that will never truly be satiated, and it burns for just an instant--

...and someday this will be over.

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*But today is not someday, and Raph never looks before he leaps.

He pries his hand free from hers and quickly wraps it around/under her, lifting her and holding her there.

Moaning into the kiss. And just as before, where ever she leads, he follows.*

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Oh, this cannot end well.

But her legs are wrapped around his waist and she's wrapped around him in (almost) every way possible and no man should survive this, no man has, none but him, and she's still being so careful. Every movement is controlled, deliberate, barely contained passion.

This fire could burn galaxies, if she wasn't careful.

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*Legs shift to maintain balance for two. Legs around him, squeezing. Pressure. Constriction. His mind rattles off the names of gods he doesn't believe in, but that for some reason pop into his mind at times like these.

He's lost in her. His knees buckle, legs collapsing underneath them.*

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She actually laughs, landing like a cat on her feet. It's a choked and smoky sound, rising up into a twitter, like a bird.

"Woah, there, cowboy. You alright?"

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*Raph grits his teeth and waits for the pain to catch up with him. Yup, there it is.*

ow. That hurt.

*With a sheepish sort of smile.*

You okay?

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"I'm alright. Are you?"

She strokes his hair, gently.

"I told you about the rocks..."

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*Arms still around her, he gives her a little squeeze.*

I'll live.

*Tilting his head to allot her more access.*

That you did. Why do you think we ain't on the rocks no more.

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She smiles, and drags her nails gently across his scalp, tracing down to the sensitive flesh of his neck. Slowly.

"Hmm. That means that the bed's a little closer, now, at least..."

There's maybe a half an inch to an inch of her belly exposed at this angle...

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*He breathes in and it sounds like he purrs. His eyes catch sight of ivory skin. A limted view, by far. Supporting her back, he leans forward grabbing the bottom of her shirt with his teeth and pulling it up slightly.*

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Her hands move to his shoulders and she looks down at him and her mouth just drops open.

Her eyes are wide and shocked and just slightly glassy and her lip quirks up at the corner and... oh lord.

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*Teeth still clenched on her shirt, he looks up at her, and smiles. Not breaking eyecontact, he releases her shirt. Eyes still locked on hers, he kisses the soft flesh of her stomach.*

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The flesh of her belly squirms, and her whole body shudders, and... did she just yelp?

"...oh fuck."

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*She can feel his smile widen as he continues kiss after kiss. Hand making small circles on the crest of her hip.*

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Her hips twitch. She cannot help it.

"Ahh--!"

This is torture.

She likes it.

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*Without warning, he stops.*

You know this could get very uncomfortable...

*His tone is similar to one she'd used earlier, he smirks.*

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"Bed. Now."

If she doesn't get moving, she's going to lose all control and it will be bad.

Oh, she wants him. She'd consume him utterly.

She takes half a step back and offers her hand, eyes glazed.

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*Carefully he gets to his feet, and brushes the knees of his pants. It might almost be taken for cool and collected behavior were it not for the shaking of his hands, and the seemingly instability of his knees. Only after he's standing does he take her hand. He kisses her palm and the edge of one of her fingers.*

i'm followin' you.

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She makes some sort of sound in the back of her throat, and clasps his hand in hers, fingers intertwining, and heads down the lakeshore, towards the building, laughing a little in the back of her throat.

She gets as far as the back wall before she pins him against it, her mouth on his.

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*It's his turn to yelp. Rough brick behind him. Her in front. He can't help but yeild to her. To cave. Give in....surrender.*

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And it's rough, and it's sweet, and above all it's hungry.

And then it slows. And her hands slowly run up the sides of his body, and she takes her time and lingers and traces over those subtle curves and under his shirt, to the tapestry of his skin and the pulse, pulse, pulse of him and the warmth and the sweat in this cool night air and her lips are on his neck, now, so light, so soft, a touch of wetness, here, and her her hands over the ripple of his abdomen and where she touches it's like fire and ice.

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*When did the world start spinning, that's what Raph wants to know. At what point did he lose control here...oh wait, he never had it to begin with.

Hot and cold and drowning while nowhere near the water.*