Liv wondered if this was how people on ecstasy feltl. If every touch sent a shiver of pleasure through their bodies and made them crave more. She wanted the tickle of Ravi's beard against her skin in every way possible. Against her neck as he laved at her ever quickening pulse, against her sternum as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her breast, against her inner thigh as he left burning kisses that trailed up to the apex of her thighs.
Her mind was already providing the ghost of these sensations before she'd even had a chance to shed her clothes, blood rushing to the surface of her skin in anticipation, breaths shortening as she felt the pulse of desire throbbing inside of her.
She wanted him quick and hard, but instead he trailed his fingers along her skin slowly, unfastening the buttons of her shirt one by one, peeling away the layers of clothing like she was a present he was intent on savoring. She thought she'd be the one to take control, but his touch had a strange almost trancelike power over her and as much as she craved more, part of her knew she needed it this way.
When the last button slipped free from it's hole and the panels of her shirt fell away, she sucked in a sharp breath, the cool air a sending a cascade of goosebumps across her breasts, the nipples hardening so quickly it was almost painful. The sensation sent an undeniable dart of pleasure straight down through her center, settling at the juncture between her legs.
Shuddering against him, fingers still threaded through his silky hair, the spasms of a climax ripped through her unexpectedly. She whimpered, burying her face in the crook of his neck, the heat of embarrassment rushing to her cheeks. For a moment she couldn't catch her breath, astonished at how quickly she'd lost control.
His hands fell away, leaving her cold where they'd once been, only to reach up and pull her away from him, to cradle her face in his hands. His eyes searched her face, deep brown eyes caring as they scanned her own for answers. "Liv, are you alright?"
He wanted to know if she was done, if she wanted to stop this insanity and slip back into their former roles. She wasn't, not by a long shot if her visit to the spa told her anything. She leaned forward to capture his lips in a hungry kiss before springing up and tossing her shirt to the floor, one hand already unbuttoning her pants. "I'm fine, Ravi." She smiled at him as reassuringly as she could. "At least as fine as a someone who's eaten the brains of a former tax attorney can be. I'll never get back those three days."
She kicked her jeans to the side, waiting for his response. Her attempt at lightheartedness fell flat. There were conflicting emotions behind his eyes. The desire there was clear, a craving in the set of his jaw, in the way his hands flexed at his sides when he looked at her. "Liv, are you sure? I can't just… take advantage like this." Brow furrowed in thought, he continued, "I mean, I don't want you to think this was some grand scheme, that I, scientific genius Dr. Chakrabarti, conspired in some way to make a cure that sent your libido through the roof." He was rambling now, a nervous energy making him spiral. "I swear, if I knew of some kind of chemical compound that turned staid morgue assistants into sexually adventurous deviants I would have mass marketed it as cologne and been a millionaire by now, not used it on one of my best friends-"
She cut him off. "Ravi, it's alright."
It was all the reassurance he needed, reaching down to unfasten his belt. He didn't even get his pants down past his knees before she descended on him again, straddling his lap and brushing up against his erection. She touched him curiously, the pad of her finger swiping a bead of moisture from his tip before sliding down the shaft.
She let out a little squeak of surprise when his fingers encircled her wrist, pulling pulling her hand away a little sharply. "Liv, I don't exactly have the insatiable and everlasting appetite you've been afforded, so unless you want this over in two minutes, you'll give me a second."
Instead of pulling back completely though, he moved to kiss her, gently exploring the curve of her lips, tongue darting along the seam before slipping inside. He held her close, their breath mingling, heartbeats very nearly in sync. Liv felt a little catch in her throat, some emotion she didn't care to investigate while sitting naked in her friend's lap.
When he released her lips, it wasn't to get down to business like she wanted, but rather to trace the line of her bare shoulder with his tongue, his hands on her back sweeping down to the little dimples at the base of her spine. Gently he gripped her hips and pulled her tantalizingly closer… but not close enough.
She quivered in anticipation, her breaths shaky, sensation threatening to overwhelm her. The echoes of her previous climax were whispering inside her again, hovering within reach but also held at bay. It was torture.
She gasped with relief when his hand dropped between them, flingers slipping along the moisture, finding her throbbing clit with almost clinical precision. He knew what he was after, coming at from the side with gently probing strokes. She couldn't help the moans that eked out of her, or the instinctive way she rocked against his touch. Her own fingers grasped for purchase on his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh and leaving little crescent moons.
He slid two graceful digits inside of her, smiling as she ground against the heel of his palm. Gently he curved his fingers up, finding the much debated g-spot. He knew he had enough evidence to support his theory that it was definitely not imaginary when she paused in her motions, eyes suddenly going out of focus as they fluttered shut, a guttural noise of pleasure issuing from the back of her throat.
She was shaking against him, legs trembling as the muscles inside of her clenched around his fingers involuntarily. Clinging to him, she made an effort to catch her breath, the sheen of perspiration on her skin cooling as she floated down. She whispered in his ear, humor infusing her words. "Dear Cosmo, Medical examiners really know their way around a body, if you know what I mean."
That elicited a chuckle. "You really should write that letter. Telling chicks I work in the morgue isn't exactly a great pickup line in bars."
"Shocking." She paused, biting her bottom lip, a little trepidation in her words coming into her voice. "I… uh.. Ravi…"
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to spit out whatever it was she was trying to say.
She swallowed, and after taking a deep breath the words finally tumbled out. "I think I might be, uh, spent…"
In truth, she was pleasantly sated, exhaustion pulling at her from every possible direction. She wanted nothing more than to curl up with him, to let him wrap his arms around her while she drifted off. She felt safe and warm, invisible tendrils of trust and affection curling out from her center and wrapping possessively around Ravi.
As a medical student she knew the release of oxytocin bathed her brain and fueled the desire to hold him close. She mentally cursed herself for falling pretty to the "cuddle hormone" so easily, and refused to give in to it, instead focusing on the fact that Ravi hadn't exactly gotten a lot out of this little romp. "But I could, uh, you know…" She whistled awkwardly, glancing down his clear arousal.
He shook his head, gently pushing her to the side, somehow managing to wrangle his pants back on. "To be honest… I'm kind of glad we didn't get that far."
"Oh..." There was a little bit of hurt in her voice, and a foreign ache in her throat for half a second. She cleared her throat, dislodging the feeling. She scooped up her shirt and underthings, refusing to look at him as she dressed.
"Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed every second of it, but I don't want you to be under the influence when something like that happens." He looked rather warm, a faint blush spreading out under the dark tone of his skin. "Besides, anybody could pop in at any moment coming to identify their dead grandmother's body or something. We really shouldn't be doing this here anyway."
She wasn't really listening to him, lost in her own embarrassed thoughts. Good lord, had she really pushed herself on him? She snatched her pants up off the floor and yanked them on, still not glancing at him as she looked for her shoes. "Uh, yeah, right, sure… I'm sorry you had to deal with that."
She had to get out of here, before she said something ridiculous, before her ramped up libido kicked in again made her want things that he clearly didn't.
Ravi watched her scuttle around his office, eyes averted, a pink blush painting her skin. He'd somehow said the wrong thing, made her feel awkward about what had just happened. Perhaps it wasn't fair that their encounter had been so one-sided. He got up and reached for her, hooking two fingers in the crook of her elbow. "Liv-"
She waved him off, putting on a casual mask as she slipped on her shoes. "Listen, I promise. From here on out things will be like they were before. This doesn't have to change anything. You helped a girl out in a dire time of need, like a true gentleman."
She grabbed her things, stepping up on her tiptoes to brush an innocent goodbye kiss on his cheek. "I have to go take care of a few things. "I'll stop by later this evening. We can get something to eat, okay?"
The abrupt shift in tone threw Ravi off. He didn't know how to respond other than to shift uncomfortably, moving to hide the fact that he was still embarrassingly hard. "Um… alright. See you then."
She dashed out of his office without saying another word, leaving Ravi to the quiet company of half a dozen corpses. He sighed, dropping heavily down onto the couch, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. The living had never really liked hanging out down here that much anyway, why should Liv be any different?