Summary:
Rita and Schwann get it on.
7
Later that afternoon, Schwann heard a commotion outside of his room that sounded like Rita about to seriously harm LeBlanc who was shouting, "No Miss, you cannot just go in there unannounced!" He turned as she opened the door, all the fire falling out of her as soon as she stepped into the room. She shut the door behind her. "Darling?" he asked. Rita wrung out her hands. "I can't stop thinking about today. The magic - and you - I don't know what -" She couldn't get the words out. He crossed the room to her. "I feel the same," he said. And then he kissed her for the second time, hands fisting in her hair, hers gripping his hips. "I don't think I can stay away from you any longer, darling," he gasped between kisses.
She was unbuttoning his shirt (from the bottom, thankfully), and one of his hands was sliding up her thigh beneath her skirt when the door burst open. "Sir, you have -" LeBlanc froze, and they didn't even pause the moment to deal with him. Schwann waved him off, breaking his lips away from hers just long enough to yell, "Privacy, please!" LeBlanc hurried out the door, and Rita giggled as Schwann stumbled towards it, dragging her along with him to lock it. He pressed her up against it, running his hands down her body. She finally finished with the buttons, freeing him of his shirt. He lifted her up, carrying her to the bed and throwing her on it before getting to work on her clothing. She'd noticed when getting dressed that morning that more of those lacy bras and panties in various colors had appeared in her room. She'd considered choosing a simple color and then thought "what the hell?!" and went with red. He smirked when he saw them. "Ritacchi," he murmured. "Did you wear these just for me?" She turned as red as the lace. "Shut up," she said, swatting him away with one hand, then pulling him back to her lips.
It wasn't the first time Rita had sex, but it was the first time it was with someone who mattered, and the first time she'd enjoyed it. She hadn't expected him to be so… athletic, in bed. She'd also never had anyone hold her afterwards. It was probably the nicest she had ever felt. "Are you hungry, darling?" he said softly by her ear. He kissed her head and went back to caressing her hair as he waited for a reply. "Mmm," she said. "I think." He chuckled softly. "I could have dinner sent up. Then we can take a nice, hot bath before you decide if you'd like to spend more time in bed with me tonight." Rita let out a content sigh. "Sign me up." He kissed her neck, grazing her with his teeth before the warmth went away as he got up and slid into a black robe that he kept by the bed. "There's a spare in the bathroom you can borrow. I'll be back in just a moment." She nodded and stood up, feeling tingly as he watched her walk naked to the bathroom. After she was gone, he opened the door to the hallway, stepping out to see if LeBlanc had stuck around. He was leaning against the opposite side of the hallway, against the wall. When he saw Schwann come out in just a robe, his face flushed bright pink. "Have the kitchen send up dinner for two, please. And clear my morning tomorrow. Then go home for the night." LeBlanc looked like he was about to object. "I'll be fine, and you would rather not be here anyway," he said gently. Then he went back into the room.
When Rita exited the bathroom in a white robe that at least two of her could fit in, he was waiting in an armchair. He opened his arms, and she slid into the chair with him. Cuddling round two was interrupted much too soon, as the food arrived way faster than it should have. He clearly had connections she didn't fully understand yet. They followed his suggestion for the evening with dinner, a steamy bath, and a very long time in bed. Before Rita fell asleep, she raised her head from his chest to look up into his aqua eyes. He didn't look nearly as tired as she must have. He looked elated. "Schwann?" she asked quietly. "Yes, darling?" She had to fight to keep her eyes from fluttering shut. "I love you," she said, barely above a whisper. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms even tighter around her. "I love you, too, Ritacchi." It was the last thing she heard as she drifted off to sleep.
