Rose Raven

"Let's move back a bit more," Nick said, pushing himself up on his elbows.

"So I take it it's my turn this time is it?" she asked, movinck wck with him
to try to keep him inside her, "You sure you want to do that?"

"Do I?" he asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Have you ever been tied down?" she asked, running a fingertip down his chest.

"Of course," he smiled, then looked above him at the headboard, "But I doubt you could find anything to tie me . . ."

"Mentally Nick," she said, raising an eyebrow, "You've never tied yourself down? Forced yourself not to move?"

She didn't have to read his mind to know what he was thinking, she could feel him getting hard again.

"Nah, uh uh," she smiled, finally moving off his hips, "Not so fast. Do you want me to hold you down?"

She kissed him and then began kissing down his neck, feeling him rub her back.

"I promise," she whispered, running her tongue up one of the muscles in his neck, "I'll be gentle."

She nipped his earlobe and he let out a shocked 'ah' squeezing her waist.

"Yes," he gasped, and immediately felt his hands land next to his head and when he tried to lit them, he couldn't. They were held there by a force that could only be Raven's mind.

"What a good little boy," she whispered, kissing his jaw.

She slid back off the bed and slowly began taking off her skirt, letting it slide down her shapely hips and legs, her eyes locked on his. The only thing she had on was the black silk ribbon she was wearing as a choker, and she got back on the bed and hooked her hands over the top of his feet, pulling him so that his arms were stretched above his head. She began undressing him slowly, aware that those clear blue eyes were watching every move she
made.

When he was naked, she got back on the bed and crawled up his body towards his head, his erection brushing down her body. He groaned and tried to move his hips, but apparently, she was pinning his whole body, except for his head. She gave him a wicked smile and gently kissed him, feeling him try to lift up to deepen it, and lifted out of his reach, still smiling. She kissed him again, and then kissed his chin, moving painfully slow down his body, sometimes licking, sometimes nipping. She could tell she was driving him insane, and at his navel gently dragged her nails along his sides, hearing him let out a very loud moan.

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Emery opened his eyes, that wasn't his imagination, or the house. That was Nick, and it wasn't a moan of pain or fear. He got up and went over to the closet, opening it and seeing his closet was attached to the other man's. The doors into Nick's room had two small squares cut out near the top with vine motif grates over them. He's probably beating off thinking of some guy, Emery smirked to himself, deciding it wouldn't hurt to see what was going on anyway. He looked through one of the grates and his jaw dropped
lower.

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She drug the tip of her tongue firmly down along the trail of sensitive flesh below his navel, and circled the base of him, hearing him let out another loud moan. She ran her hands from his knees up the insides of his thighs, feeling him shake as she pushed them slightly apart. She looked up and saw he was watching her intently, panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead. She smiled and gently kissed the tip of him, watching his eyes close slightly before they fluttered open again. She smirked evilly and leaned down to
where his left thigh met his body, hearing a strangled 'please' in her mind as
disappointment flashed in those blue eyes above her.

"Not yet," she said out loud, kissing down his thigh towards his knee, "I'm trying to drive you wild with lust."

"You are," he croaked, feeling like he was going to explode.

"Just a little longer then love," she whispered, starting to move up his other leg.

He groaned, trying to move his arms again, but couldn't concentrate hard enough to break her hold on him. There was no doubt that he was going to return the favor as soon as possible, he wanted to make her beg for it the way she was making him beg. All other thought processes stopped when he felt something hot, wet, and firm slide up the underside of him, a then surround his tip, and he let out a deep, primal moan.

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Emery couldn't believe this. He thought she hated Nick, now she was in there,
ass-naked, giving him a blow job? She was apparently very good at it too, judging by Nick's moans. He felt his own blood pound in his ears and in his groin as he watched, this was much better than watching those cheap porno videos. Raven was definitely prettier than any of those girls, and his eyes traveled over her form as his hand traveled to the front of his pants. No one has to know, he thought undoing his belt.

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"Ah! Shit!" Nick growled, wanting to pull her away and make her scream apologies for making him loose his control over his own mind so easily.

There was no way she should be able to hold him down like this. He felt her suddenly stop, and heard himself make a whimpering sort of moan. She wasn't going to let him come? Oh, she was defily gly going to pay. He opened his eyes and watched her smiled at him, watched her crawl towards him and kiss the middle of his chest. It sent sparks through him and when she kissed his lips, he kissed her back with such passionate force that she moaned.She pulled back and he heard her panting, and saw raw desire in those green eyes of hers.

"I want you too much," she whispered, rubbing herself against his throbbing member, letting out a small moan.

He jerked at that, she was practically dripping, and he wanted nothing more to be buried in her. Either his tongue, or his cock, he really didn't care which. She pushed herself back up and moved down slightly, getting ready. She wanted him to see everything she was doing, and she grabbed one of the pillows and put it under his head. She lowered onto him slowly, feeling her own control slip a fraction as he filled her. She leaned her hands back against his thighs and began moving slowly, hearing a moan pulled from her own lips at the slick friction that was slowly building.

She can't be real, he thought, torn between giving in and letting go completely, or holding out to watch her come first. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to tell all all his foolish dreams and desires. All his desires were here, riding him in a blaze of passion that threatened to burn them both with its intensity. He called her name then, and his pleasure racked voice made it sound like a call from Gabriel's horn, opening the gates to a paradise beyond imagination.

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Emery panted and looked at the dress he'd used to cover himself with. It was a red velvet frock, and he looked at the stain that now covered most of the front. That had been great, so good that he he'd had to fight against making any noise and giving himself away. That wouldn't be have been good at all. He threw the dress into the farthest corner, a corner farthest from Nick's door, and turned back to the show.

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She was dying. She had to be. Why else would she feel so utterly fine? She felt normal, sane, all the things she never felt when she was inside herself. She leaned forward and felt strong arms wrap around her feltfelt someone kiss her forehead.

"God I love you," Nick panted, wishing they weren't in this horrible 'dead cell'.

He couldn't keep her safe here, couldn't grow old with her here, and never would have met her if he hadn't came here.

Irony was grotesquely beautiful sometimes.

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He listened to the clock strike four in the morning, and looked over at the bed, hearing her soft snores. He took another drag and looked out the window at the approaching sun, and sighed, smoke curling out of his mouth. His only real regret was that there was no hot water, and he'd have to spot bathe. He wanted a nice, long, hot soak. A soak with him leaning against the tub, and her leaning against him. That's what he wanted, but he wasn't going to get it. She moaned softly in her sleep and he put out his fag and walked over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and just looking at her sleeping form. If he'd been a callous person, he would have woken her up and they could have had at it again, he definitely wanted to. but she looked wonderful asleep, and he was content to just look at her. A tendril of hair fell into her face and he pushed it back, hearing her groan as his fingers brushed across her cheek, and he smiled.

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Raven watched Steve walk out into the solarium as she walked into the kitchen, dressed in a black sweater and worn jeans, a pair of old sneakers on her feet. Nick looked up and noticed her hair was wet and she looked scrubbed, and smiled.

"I didn't think there was any hot water," he said.

"Sacrifices are often made in the pursuit of cleanliness," she smiled back, going over to the carafe, "Coffee, or tea?"

"Coffee," he said, "Would you like some eggs? It'd be my pleasure."

She smiled at the way he'd said 'pleasure', and she filled the kettle with enough water to make herself at least six cups.

"I bet it would," she said, turning to the stove and turning on an eye, setting the kettle down.

She felt arms wrap around her waist and warm lips on her neck, and leaned back with a
sigh.

"After you get your tea, how about we go and I exact my revenge on you?" he asked, bunching up her sweater to rub her stomach.

She seemed to think about it and then turned off the eye of the stove, turning around to face him.

"I can wait on my tea," she said, meeting his lips and feeling him push his waist into her, the bulge in his pants more thaniousious.

"Where?" he asked, glancing behind him to make sure Annie or Steve wasn't watching them.

"My room," she gasped, "Though if you honestly want to know, I wouldn't mind having it out right here ifre wre wasn't a chance we'd get interrupted."

"My sentiments exactly," he smiled, his breath coming a bit harder.

He moved and she walked out of the kitchen, and they passed Sister, who offered them a good morning. They smiled at her and then raced each other up the stairs. Nick grabbed her around the waist and they almost fell in the middle of the hall. Raven giggled and turned around, moaning when he pulled her to him and kissed her, and felt him push her against the wall.

"Impatient are we?" she asked, feeling him kiss down her neck.

"Aren't you?" he asked back, prohibiting an answer by kissing her again.

He released her and she slid out of his grip, taking hand and and leading his towards her room,  watching him look at her like she was the last woman left on earth.