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

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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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The sheer promise in that kiss made A's head spin, and he was gasping by the time he pulled back slightly.

"You don't have to wear that for me to want to," he said with a breathless chuckle, "But it does look beautiful on you."

And it had other advantages as well, he proved, slipping his hands gently out of her grasp to caress the bared skin of her back and cradling her shoulderblades. The smoothness of her skin was intoxicating. He tilted his head to kiss the side of her neck, remembering how delightful that had been before; there wa a vulerability to her throat that was somehow enchanting.

"This isn't very comfortable on chairs," A said apologetically. "I, I don't have a sofa. Would the bed be too...?"

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"It's fine," because, well, the less time they spent not touching, the better. She'd managed to find her hands kind of wandering up his arms, face, maybe tangled up in his hair. And eh was right: the chairs were just a little too confining, and... well, even if they didn't go any farther than touching like this, it was always nice to cuddle together somewhere soft and comfortable.

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Taking River's hand, he kissed her wrist as he stood. "I'm, oh, I'm glad." He lead her to the bed, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he sat on the edge, tugging her lightly toward his lap. But there was no real rush, and she looked lovely standing before him.

"I'm, I, I'm not sure what to do, I don't really know what to do," A said, although he was sure she knew that already. "You'll have to tell me what is good."

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"I'm not exactly an expert either," she said. She sat on his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just know that I like kisses, and you, and being near you. The rest will happen, I think." The rest was happening.

Just... that robe of his, while very fetching, was just a teensy bit more clothing than she would have liked, so she concerned herself with playing with the buttons. "I'll tell you, though, what is good." Like, oh, everything.

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"I can supply kisses," A promised, and made good on it immediately, sealing his mouth over hers, tasting her mouth with luxurious slowness. He was overwhelmingly aware of her, of her soft hair falling forward to cover both of their faces, of her slight weight pressing down on him and her delicate hands plucking at his buttons. Just the thought, the amazingly heady thought of those nimble fingers on his bare skin made him moan softly.

Tentatively, ready to pull away at the first sign of displeasure, he trailed his fingers down her enticingly bare back again and brought his hands to rest cupping her backside, pullling her firmly against him.

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River was terribly giddy, completely unable to keep from smiling between and during kisses. This wasn't expected, the completely comfortable niceness of it. She'd gotten impressions before, being around so many adults for such a long time, but even then nothing came close to actually being this close to someone in that way. It was good, and his hands made her skin shiver in that kind of ticklish way, but the way she only wanted if it was him and no one else.

She managed - most likely through sheer luck - to keep her fingers on A's robes long enough to make most of the buttons part ways so that she could get her hands under the heavy fabric and onto A's skin.

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"Oh," A gasped, overwhelmed by the actuality of her touch. "Oh, oh yes, River," he murmured, burying his face in her hair and pulling her down with him as he eased down onto his back. She felt so vibrant in his arms... he reached up to brush the hair back from her face and stroke her cheek, and for a while he just stared up at her with a foolish grin. "Lovely, lovely River," he said, and kissed her again.

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"Sweet, handsome A," she giggled back. She traced the backs of her fingers over his collarbone, humming soft little noises of contentment. This was good. Very good, and as long as it was just with A, it would continue to be good for a very long time. "My A, who I love very much."

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"My River, who I love very much," he returned with a grin, leaning up to kiss her. He toyed with the fine hairs at the nape of her neck, kissing the curve of her throat.

"Do you, do, do you remember when we were swimming, and I accidentally, when I... and you said, if I asked first...?"

He looked intently into River's eyes. "I, I'm asking."

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"You," she blushed, but didn't lose her smile in the slightest. How'd she get this lucky, to have someone so sweet? "I, I don't mind. Yes."

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"If you don't like it I'll stop," A promised. He kissed her again, and stroked her cheek, trailing his fingers down her neck, brushing her collarbones, and finally reaching the bodice of her dress. He cupped her breast gently through the soft fabric, exploring the warm swell of it, kneading lightly with his fingers. "Tell me if I should stop."

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"That'll happen," she laughed softly, shivering only slightly. That was a very... new feeling. A good feeling. A 'how can I make him feel the same way?' feeling. "Where, where do you want me to touch you?"

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"It would, it would balance if you touched my chest," he suggested. Really, he wasn't sure. Her hands felt so nice. He moved his free hand to caress her other breast and cautiously, experimentally wriggled beneath her, pressing his hips up against her.

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That seemed easy enough... though the way he was moving, it would probably be better if she wasn't sideways on his lap, she thought. She shifted (carefully, not wanting to knock her knees against anything important that she might be especially interested in later) so that instead she straddled his legs. Much more comfortable, and much easier for touching. And it felt just the littlest bit naughty; the stealing an extra cookie kind of naughty.

Then it was time to pay very close attention to her A. She drew invisible lines over his neck and chest with her fingers, tracing the outline of him so she could (would always) remember.

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A moaned again, bucking more firmly under her at that silent encouragement. Every bit of friction, every shift and press of her weight send little shocks of pleasure through him. The touch of her fingertips on his bared skin was like sweet fire. Carefully, he squeezed her breasts a little more firmly, marveling at their yielding softness.

And all the while, he watched her, studying her face, following her expression.

"River," he sighed, "Kiss me some more."

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"N-not so hard," she murmured. Just the touching now was nice, but the squeezing would take a little getting used to. But she grinned at the request, giving him eskimo kisses with her nose. "Only if you kiss me, too."

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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.

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"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."

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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."

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"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.

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"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?

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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?

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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.

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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..."

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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..."