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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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*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.*

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Her lips pause on his skin, her hands pause on his torso.

"You alright?"

There's a sly grin somewhere in that phrase. Her thumb traces slow patterns on his side.

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*He leans his head back against the wall, gulping air. Only his eyes move, and they're lit with a fire seldom seen.*

no...no i ain't. you stopped.

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"You sure you don't want to try to take this inside?"

Her lips move against his skin as she speaks, and she does this thing with her hips that ought to be outlawed.

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*A hand is planted firmly on her ass, holding her still. Through clenched teeth.*


if you keep that up, i won't have a choice.

*His voice is ragged, but he's smiling.*

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She takes her hands off of him, and rocks back on her heels.

They're not quite touching.

She looks up at him with one eyebrow raised.

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*He looms over her as a predator does prey.*

have i told you recently, just how much i love you? that you're the most beautiful...you're just the most beautiful. and you make me feel more alive than i've ever felt?

*With every endearment he creeps closer to her. He's drawn to her.*

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Her mouth falls open, before slowly, slowly creeping up into a tiny smile. Tiny and gobsmacked and twitterpated and other good words.

"...you haven't."

She might take a step towards the door, leading him on.

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*He smiles a wolfish smile.*

I'll have to make a note to tell you then. 'Cause right now I just wanna make you scream.

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She's a bit of a predator, herself, in some ways.

Certainly the sharpness of that grin could attest to it.

Another step backwards. Just out of his reach.

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*He's surprised to find his quarry has moved. He folds his arms and laughs.*

You know...if you're not intereested, you could just say so....

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Her voice is low like the growl of jungle cats. Like thunder, creeping up through the bones.

"...You know I'm interested..."

For some reason, her mouth feels dry. She licks her lips, to no avail. Human shaped bodies are odd.

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*He takes another step towards her.*

an' yet,...you move away....

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One step back for one step forward.

"You know... anticipation is everything."

Her eyes sparkle in this light. Like blades. Like diamonds. Like stars.

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everything to someone with patience, maybe...

*And with that he lunges*

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She can't remember if she's ever been pinned against a wall before.

It's rather nice, in this context.

Somewhere between kisses, she manages to mutter into his mouth...

"Are you even going to bother to get us inside?"

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*Gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.*
oh, so this is my fault now?

*His hands inch their way under her shirt.*

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Her hips arch up into his. She can't help it.

"Never... said that..."

Oh, lord, what if someone comes out of that door?

But he's got her lip in his mouth and his hands on her skin and it's hard to care.

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*The way she moves. Up against him, around him, somtimes it even feels as if she's moving through him. He breaks away from the kiss and leans his head on her shoulder. The bricks are cool on his forehead.

His whole body trembles.*

shhh...shall we ...then? pleaseohpleasei'mgoingtodieandit'snotmytime

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She turns her head to kiss the corner of his jaw.

"I-"

Another kiss, near his ear.

"-think-"

Another, to the smooth sweet flesh of his neck.

"-so."

And then her arms are around him and it's dark and there's a brush like feathers that are not feathers that are, in fact, lives, and he finds himself, with her, in the tent that dreams of being a studio.

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*Somehow, during the flurry of activity that is the two of them stripping away useless clothing, one of them manages to clap their hands twice. The interior lights extinguish.

Up on the roof there's no need for silencing charms, because there's no one around to hear you scream.*