Closed RP: Stephen and Sarah - The Surprise

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((This starts Friday morning. Good clean fun with appliances abounds!))


With minimal fuss, Sarah and Stephen had left the school by Floo to seek out a waiting cab in a nearby 'Muggle' village. Their destination, as far as Sarah knew, was Macduff Aquarium in Aberdeenshire, but this whole day just existing was already so incredible to her. They were leaving the castle - and with it she hoped the stress that had plagued them recently - and venturing out into the non-magic world which she had not been in since her arrival. To be fair, she had not gone beyond the castle and grounds except once to Hogsmeade with Stephen, so she was quite excited.

Settled against Stephen's side in the backseat of the cab, she was content to point out things that caught her attention on the drive - and even explain things that might have been interesting to a man from the 19th century - or simply just sit in companionable silence. The familiarity of being in a car after two months was refreshing because it was something distinctly non-magical and not connected to what they had left behind, and it was all that much better for having Stephen, who was already her new 'familiar', right next to her. They both needed this, in her opinion, so she had been ridiculously pleased when Stephen had mentioned the plans. Without knowing it (or so she assumed, as she had never mentioned her birthday), he had given her an early birthday present in this day trip out with him. There was no more she could ask for, and yet...

"Stephen, I think the cabbie's taken us to the wrong place," she said once she had gotten close to his ear to whisper without being overheard. Outside the window of the now stopped cab was a cottage, very lovely but not the aquarium she had been expecting to see. Too preoccupied with the view or with Stephen, she had not even noticed telling road signs that might have led to confusion much sooner.


((R-ish for quite a lot of smut in various places. xD))

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Her leg's movement against his elicited a groan. He had acted with the half-formed intention of lavishing attention on her, various forms of attention; she seemed to want more, sooner, and he could not help but react to the mute importuning of her hands and her body's arch. Still, he had to ask, half a whisper, half a rasp: "Now?"

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"Yes, now, Stephen," Sarah answered roughly, kissing him deeply before pulling back to look up at him intently, moving against him with a groan. "We have time..." Words failed her for a moment in her desire. "Time later to linger." And they did, which was by far the most perfect gift of all, that for a few days - according to him - they would be here and not pressed by any demands other than their own. Most of all, she wanted this before she had to fight for it and it was a fight that she could feel moving closer.

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It was true, they had time, days and days; he had not wanted to bother worrying about when they might be able to get there and when they would have to leave, so he had simply hired the place for half a month. Of course, he did not think it proper to leave the school for that long. There would be no rush in leaving, though -- or such had been the plan, before he had so stupidly forgotten the potion she required -- now they would likely be returning the next day -- but all those considerations seemed very distant indeed. What predominated was the pervasive sense that there was no time, everything needed to happen all at once and soon, before they lost themselves; and that sense reinforced the command her words and movements levied.

Her leg had slid along the outside of his, and now so did the other at his other side; there was no need to position her or to move, she arched upward into him, he had only to lower himself onto her, lean into her -- they met one another, and he bit his lip again at the sudden fierce pleasure of it, hot and sweet and everything he remembered.

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Sarah threw her head back at their joining, her cry of pleasure soft before she rocked against him. She opened her eyes soon after, wanting him in her focus to ground her to this moment, to see this man and feel her love for him and recall their shared memories in order to stave of that which was not them. Her hands were roaming fitfully now, over every last bit of him she could reach to caress, nails digging every so often into him. Her encouragement for more was an insensible string of words - "OhyesohStephenyespleasenow" - that grew in volume by steps, increase as her motions quickened. She kissed him, sucking at his bottom lip as she had seen him bite it again when she opened her eyes.

The fight was beginning, not yet time for a call to take a 'break' for a moment, but enough to make her aware of the press now, when she was at her most vulnerable. It was far less insistent, so again she pushed back and ignored the other self and gave herself over to the intense pleasure he was giving her. She increased her pace again, frantic and reaching for her release as she moaned for more and harder and faster and even nothing at all other than sounds that could not begin to equal the pleasure she actually felt. That they had gone so long now seemed ludicrous in the moment, even if it would not seem so when passion had ebbed for a time.

"Love you, Stephen," she got out in a gasp, needing to continue to confirm her presence even now... and perhaps even wanting some kind of reassurance in return, though she did not ask for it.

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Stephen had called it an error to ascribe too much agency to those other selves that peopled the shadowy halls of their minds; yet, he would think later, what he had reached with his strange and unwanted memory self was something very like a truce, an armed truce. Because he had said he would not fight it, it did not rise up to conquer him. They coexisted, sharing the experience, unified in action and will. Beneath this fragile unity lay the edge of a waiting blade: should he flex the unused capacity to resist, he would be met with resistance in turn; he would be made to pay.

To invoke the name foreign to the other self would risk upsetting the balance, so he did not, but his heart leapt when he heard her speaking to him, to his proper self, and the ardor with which he kissed her in reply he hoped would be taken as a positive sign that the right person had heard it. He answered her demands with absolute and glad agreement. Her words themselves were not the guide; her words were only another stimulus in a cascade of intense and exciting stimuli; it was her body he followed, routinely matching and exceeding her increased pace as one would raise a bet.

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With that kiss, Sarah did know who was there, even if she at the moment - too lost in sensation - did not yet grasp why that, and not her name, had been the reply. Hers was a frantic and passioned response to the kiss, but it contained the joy only having him still aware could bring her. As he had upped the ante, so too did she - back and forth in a way that only brought more pleasure as they continued and she neared release, that coming sooner than she had expected after a lack of one for such a time.

The memory self, more insidious this time than in some times before, did not go unnoticed as it rose to try to gain the upper hand. She made a face of discontent for a moment, too close to her climax to even begin to ask for cessation of any of this. Determined to win, Sarah drove hard against him, incoherently pleading for it to occur now. Several more frantic motions and she cried out, bucking violently as her release washed over her and so too did the memory self, as though it had refused to admit a defeat and had to claim what it could. It had control, but only of a body that had functioned without it and already had release. All that had occurred prior to that moment, including the fulfillment of the beginning of the orgasm, had been Sarah's. It was not wholly Sarah who continued to encourage him toward his own release with upward thrusts and the press of hands, but she was still there and completely aware. It had been a near-victory that she might not even be able to replicate again, but she did have this one.

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Stephen did not notice any change, any disharmony in her expression. He would have registered tension had it been palpable in her muscles, her limbs. Instead there was a smooth continuation, uninterrupted, and he was too rapt in their coupling to question the seeming miracle that they had not yet needed to stop. Thought itself eluded him, fled entirely when she cried out her pleasure and moved still more sharply against him, provoking his own pleasure to reach a sudden and precipitous summit. And then he did gasp her name, the right one, the real one.

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Her name. The name he called was Sarah's and nothing else, even if it was being heard by both Sarah and the memory self. She smiled, even as the memory self forced discontent - but it was no match for the joy Sarah was feeling. That it was hers brought Sarah back to herself much faster than the slow ebb of the memories while at rest after release normally allowed. Happily spent, she tightened her arms around him to pull him down to her so she could reach him to cover him in kisses once she had rested a bit. There was no ridding her of the smile on her face that was now all hers. While she had not been here for a short time, she had been here for far longer that she ever had before and she had given him those moments with her. That was something she had fought for and for once, her fight had not been in vain.

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Still breathless, he let her pull his face to hers, smiling as she kissed him. "That was ..." He could not manage an apt word for it. "I love you." He kissed her once, when he could get one in edgewise between the flurries she unleashed. Then a more serious look. "I swear I had no plans for that at all."