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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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[mnt_raph]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[locks_it_up]

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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

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?"

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.*