Okay I'm not sure if what's ahead could be M, but it's implicating some very heated love making. UGH! How cheesy does that sound?
Ravel kicked open the door to his apartment and slammed Valkyrie against the nearest wall. Kissing her roughly. His tounge battling with hers. His cold hands tugging at the hem of her shirt.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled the tee off her. She blushed when she saw the way he looked at her chest.
He kissed her neck and she started with the buttons on his shirt. Her warm hands tracing the planes of his stomach. She could see the way his muscles rolled and coiled beneath the tan skin.
He was perfect. Absolutley perfect. And he bloody well knew it.
She didn't even know they were moving until she was pushed roughly into a bed, her hands pinned above her head as Ravel kissed lower and lower...
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Valkyrie awoke feeling groggy. She awakend her senses, and they picked up on the naked man that was currently spooning her, tightly to his chest.
Ravel shifted his legs, letting her know he was awake. She layed on her back and he propped himself up on his arms.
"Hello." He grinned, and she blushed.
Before she could reply he was sucking on her neck, his hands gripping her hips.
"Ravel... Your hands are freezing."
He rubbed his hands across her stomach, quickly. Causing friction and his hands warmed. Before they went cold again.
He motioned for her to open her mouth and she obeyed. Confusion etched on to her face.
He put a finger in her mouth.
"Close it."
She did, and sucked on his finger.
She took it out, "This is ridiculous. Do you have a cold or something?"
"No..."
"Then what the hell is wrong with your hands, and how the hell are we going to warm them. Then she had an idea and she cursed herself for not thinking of it before he promptly shoved a finger in her mouth.
She clicked her fingers generating a spark, and it eventually grew into a flame that bobbed in her hand. Ravel quickly moved his hands closer to the flickering flame, feeling the heat seep into his skin and warming his bones.
Valkyrie put the flame out and he moved his hands over her stomach.
"Better?" He asked.
"Much."
He kissed her again. This time more gentle. His hands gripping her waist with a soft determinaton.
"Ravel..."
Dance, dance. We're falling apart to half time. Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead.
Her phone started ringing. But Ravel continued to kiss her.
"Just ignore it."
"I can't. Its Skulduggery."
He groaned but got off her, and she grabbed his dressing gown and put it on while he got dressed.
She picked up her phone.
"Valkyrie where are you? Everyone is already at your house."
"Shit. Skul I'm sorry, I forgot all about it."
"Is Ravel there?"
"Yes, I'm in his apartment."
"What is he doing?"
"Getting dressed."
Skulduggery went silent on the other end of the phone, and she answered Ravel's from with one of her own.
"Are you pregnant Valkyrie?"
"NO! Don't absurd."
"So, you used protection."
"Skulduggery! I shouldn't have to tell you these things."
"Valkyrie, as your mentor, I think you'll find that I have a right to-"
She hung up. She could deal with that later, she got dressed into the cloths she wore last night.
"Ravel, get packing. Everyone has already arrived at my house."