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Table for Two (Closed RP, River/A, possible NSFW)

Another day well-spent studying, exploring, and playing with cats and a very solemn tarsier was coming to a close when River noticed a note left for her on her desk. It was an invitation from A to join him for dinner (and so sweetly formal it was, too) and obviously an offer she wouldn't dream of refusing.

She was about to turn around and leave immediately, but paused. Wouldn't be such a bother to wear something nicer than Hogwarts-brand ~~salvation army~~ Room of Requirement stuff. So she raided her closet, found something a bit nicer (probably left behind by another student, or the her that had been here before, considering the fit) and then set on her way, quite content.

_{((OOC: NSFW? In MY River and A thread? Moar likely than you think!))}

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A eased up immediately, and slid one hand to cup the back of her head.

"I'll kiss you," he said with a smile. "I'll kiss you forever." And kiss her he did, lips working softly against hers as he undulated beneath her. Every little touch, every point of contact seemed to echo all along his nerves, and it seemed like this moment had always been and always would be.

"Forever and ever." She said this with a smug, almost defiant air, daring the universe to say anything otherwise. She was with her A, laying on top of him, moving with him in the way she'd seen and wondered about and imagined but never guessed felt so perfect. She hummed softly again, almost losing herself in the kisses. "White and blue and bright and true and me and you forever."

He wasn't sure about white and blue, but he was soundly in support of the rest, and he shuddered and gasped as they moved in tandem, at how glorious it felt, at the headspinning knowledge that it was a few layers of fabric away from That. And while he didn't feel quite ready for That, it no longer seemed outside the realm of possibility. Not with River.

"Beautiful," he murmured between deep, dizzying kisses. "Everything about you is beautiful. Everything about this is beautiful."

"I think we're falling through space," she said airily. "Everything is stars and beautiful with you." A moment, and she moved, kissing his neck the way he'd kissed her before, tugging at his robes so she could get her hands on more of him. Really, there would never be too much when it came to touching and everything else.

"Oh," he gasped, now that he was on the recieving end of those ticklish little neck-kisses and the shivers they sent through him. He arched up to River's hands, amazed at how wonderful each small caress felt, and wrapped his hands around her back, wanting to feel her bare skin in turn.

Should he slide his hands under the bodice of her dress? Would that be too far?

River solved that problem for him, moving so his hands relocated to just close enough to go underneath her dress. Not the most subtle of invitations, but if it worked, who was going to complain?

A pulled his head back to watch her face as he worked his hands under her dress, duly encouraged.

"Oh, oh, your skin is so soft," he sighed wonderingly. His own skin, fingers becoming somethat callused from frequent work in the garden, seemed impossibly rough by comparison. As he cradled her breast in his hands, his thumbs found her nipples and circled them gently while he watched for her reaction.

She gasped, burying her face in A's neck. That was, was... "Your hands are warm," she managed after a moment. She writhed against him, pressing so sweetly close. "So warm, so nice..."

That seemed to be a positive reaction, so he did it again. Her gasp had been as electrifying as her touch, hearing her like that, knowing it was his doing. And feeling her writhe like that... he whimpered, and the way his hips jerked up was only partially voluntary.

"Ah, ah, River, when you move like that, I, I..."

"Sh-should I stop?" Not that she wanted to at all, moving against him had such a good feeling attached to it, that naughty-but-not-quite-there feeling. And she could feel him, how he felt, how she was making him feel. I'm doing this. We're doing this together. And... his hands. So gentle and sweet and him.

"No!" he squeaked, then laughed weakly. "Please, please don't stop, I, River, I..." It was a conscious effort for his fingers not to tighten on her breasts; he felt taut and expectant, and it was dizzyingly like one of those dreams brought to spectacular reality, with the wonder of River's lovely face and soft voice, the gentle touch of her hands and the warmth of her skin, the sweet solid weight of her, and it was driving him, driving him to keep moving feverishly under her, driving him closer, closer to...

"Then I..." She sighed, and moved up to kiss him again, moving in that way, shuddering when she realized how little was separating them, how warm the room had gotten, how fast everything was spinning. And A, she could feel everything from him. It was all so... oh. So good.

The kiss made it perfect, somehow amplified the fact of her presence, made it all even more real. He clasped her to him and for a moment, everything was perfect, as pleasure crested in him and he whimpered, clinging to her, through a dazzling climax. Breathless, he nuzzled her hair.

He wanted to make her feel like that. How?

River had to take her time before she could do anything but lay against him and pull oxygen. That was... was... what was that? It wasn't like how Inara or Kaylee (or Zoey, in her no-nonsense way) had described things. For one, there was a lot less naked. For two, just touching could make that happen?

"A," she sighed, once she had caught her breath, "We should... we should do this more often."

Laughing, he held her close, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and lips, lightly and exuberantly. It had been good, not filthy, not filthy at all, and and all the way there had been River's wonderful, joyful presence that always brought him such delight.

"I, oh, oh, yes, I would like that," he murmured, and kissed her again. "And I would like to know, to find out how to be better at it."

His underwear, of course, was sticky. But he could get up and change that later. Now he had a happy River in his arms and an overwhelming sense of well-being.

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