And I'm falling behind on trying to keep up on writing and updating (my way of saying I need to get cracking on chapter 6 so I keep up). –sigh- I'm also more occupied with this than I am my research paper. Again. I always get ideas when I'm supposed to be focusing on education…
The first chapter that brings about the M-rating. It's actually kind of short (it is compared to the unedited chapter five, which is just under 3000 words…) which, well, considering content, I guess makes sense.
Oh, and…this will actually come into play later on, as a small detail, a small arc more as a back-story. Last chapter of The Girl in Blue, I mentioned a case that actually has Riley's last name (Trescott) attached to it. That was unintentional; but I'm thinking it actually works out in my favor (think something like Captain America's shield being found in Tony's house in Iron Man 2). I have to figure out how, but it's gonna have something to do with an object in Riley's apartment, and I leave it at that.
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The churning below her belly dominated her thought process, and she closed the gap between them, her lips on his.
She had her hands resting on the edge of the counter, and was stretching her neck to reach him. His hands, still under her shirt, snaked under her bra. His hands were warm, warmer than her skin. The scars left there gave off the same tingling feeling she had been experiencing before.
She began to shove the leather jacket away from his shoulders, leaving him in a long sleeve shirt and a raggedy red scarf. Her hands ran under the shirt, resting on his chest for a moment before pushing the garment up; silently demanding it be removed.
He humored her and took his hands away from her breasts long enough to let her pull it up and off of him, tossing it somewhere. He yanked at her shirt, tossing it off to the side. Her bra followed suit, the wretched thing landing with a strap on a chair.
Scabior reached his hands down, letting them rest at the small of her back, just above the curve of her bottom, where her jeans began. Riley ran her hands up his torso, over his shoulders, to tangle her fingers in his hair. She reached up and kissed him again, pressing their nearly-bare torsos together. The scarf was soft against her skin, despite being so raggedy.
His hands played with the waistband of her jeans before going further, over her bum and stopping at the top of her thighs. His fingers curved and grasped her legs, pulling them apart before lifting her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. She gave a moan as he grinded against her for a moment.
Scabior pulled away from her, leaving her lips and moving to her neck. He left bitemarks down the column of her neck, over her collarbone before reverting back to putting his lips to the flesh. Over the top of her breasts, down the space between them. He took her right breast to his mouth, sucking a bit before biting down just hard enough to elicit a hiss of pain. He kneaded the right one as he did the same to the left breast.
Her hands released themselves from his hair, trailing down to his pants. She tugged at the belt, unbuckling it and letting it hang. It was getting unbearable for the both of them. Her arousal was becoming an agonizing ache. He needed to be free of his trousers and inside her again.
His hands fell upon her wand, still in its holster at her hip. He swiftly took it, and pressed the tip to her lower abdomen, casting the necessary spell. He hated doing it; it always broke the flow of things for a moment. He replaced the wand back where he got it, and brushed his hands along her inner thigh.
"Scabior…" She moaned softly, tracing the skin just below the button of his jeans.
"Wha', love?" He trailed his lips along her jaw. "Say it. Wha' do you wan'?"
He was teasing her. He knew she was feeling aroused and very close to losing her patience. But it was so satisfying to have them admit that they wanted it just as much as he did.
She was hesitant, not quite sure how to word what she wanted. She hadn't done anything since their time in the woods, and thus she only had their one time to go back to; this was different. She wanted this. So, so much. No, she didn't just want it. Needed it.
"Say it." He coaxed, finding a spot right under her ear that made her tilt her neck and moan yet again.
"I want you inside me..." She murmured.
"To do wha', love?" She writhed against him as he pulled her to him, grinding against her.
"I want you to…" Riley paused, knowing the word he wanted to hear. She hated the vulgarity attached to sex, and always thought she'd be doing it with someone who actually cared, who wanted her for more than this.
"You know the words, Riley. Say them."
"I want you to fuck me." It stumbled out of her mouth before she knew it.
"'appy to oblige."
He grasped her thighs, lifting her with ease. Even though she knew he could carry her, she crossed her ankles behind him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He merely chuckled, half-tempted to faux-drop her but didn't, too occupied with having her against him again.
He made it to her bed, managing to climb onto the mattress and keep a hold on her (or rather, she kept a hold on him). She let go, the soft covers catching her as Scabior captured her lips again. They both began to undo the other's pants, shoving them past the hips, undergarments included. Riley shimmied out of hers, Scabior kicking off his own.
She removed the wretched scarf, throwing it onto the floor. She could make out the marks of Azkaban, several lines, much like a Muggle barcode, and a number imprinted beneath it.
He positioned himself over her entrance, hands on her hips. She moaned as entered her all at once, staying for a moment before he began a rhythm. She had a leg around his thigh, her foot resting at the space between his legs. Scabior stopped his mintrations for a moment, and grasped her hips, keeping himself sheathed within her as he rolled over.
"'ang on, just a change in position. Somethin' different."
He sat up, pushing his back against the pillows that were against the headboard. She was on top now.
She pushed herself up and then back down, getting the rhythm back. Her hands found his hair again, her lips on his. He'd arch up to meet her, and she sometimes brought herself down harder than she meant to, but it was satisfying to the both of them.
She could feel the build-up of something in her lower stomach, different than their time in the woods. She was trembling, close now. From Scabior's expression, he was trying to hold out as long as he could.
"Scabior…" She gasped. "I…"
"Come for me, love."
He grasped her hips and arched up to meet her, thrusting into her one last time. She cried out, moaning his name as a wave of pleasure ran through her, far better than before. He came, muttering her name and kissing her neck.
They stayed like that, sweating and catching their breath before he lifted her from him. She rolled over onto the bed, not sure whether she wanted to go under the covers and fall asleep or simply lay there.
"Much better the second time?" He asked, slightly slurred.
"Mmm…" She somehow managed to stand after nearly falling off the bed. It was a strange feeling for a moment. He watched her walk to the en-suite bathroom, her hips moving loosely and more fluidly than before.
He was right. The times after the first were better. She enjoyed it. A lot. That feeling, that peak, was absolute bliss. It was good, wonderful. Her body kept telling her more, and soon her mind began to follow, wanting anything else but to think.
"I could do that again…" She murmured, loud enough for him to hear. "If you're up to seconds, I'll be in the shower."