[OOM: The Tent that dreams of being a studio apartment.]

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*The door/flap opens, and Raph carries her across the threshold.
He doesn't want to let her go. Anything but constant contact just isn't enough.
So much time to make up for.
So much.*

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*Breathing has become secondary to just existing. Her hands and mouth on his skin. The familar numbing quiet before the onslaught of sensation. It's the fire of damnation a repentant soul cries for in the dark.

And yet it's still not enough. Not by half.
He fumbles for the hem of her shirt, seeking the cool alabastor skin that lies beneath.*

[locks_it_up]

There she is. Half-peeled. She leans back, her hands still on him, and grins.

It's a wicked little grin.

"What're you gonna do with me?"

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you'll be lucky to get off this table, i can promise you that.

*It's not speech. It's an articulate growl.
He pulls her back closer. A kiss. One that ends with him grazing her bottom lip with his teeth.*