Archive World of Darkness: The Academy - The Sitting [Mature] [Complete]

[Frida Ricci]

She kissed him back passionately, and he felt her body arch closer to his, the carefully-trimmed nails of her fingertips pressing into the base of his neck lightly. He could hear soft, murmuring noises of pleasure from deep in her throat, and felt her other hand slide down, over his chest and around his side.

Her fingertips played gently with the material of his tank top then, gathering it up slowly until she felt a small strip of skin exposed above the waistband of his pants. Then her fingertips slipped under his shirt and ran lightly over skin, nails playing gently at the base of his spine for a moment. Finally, he felt the palm of her hand press against his skin, and begin to run slowly up across the firm muscles of his back, her fingertips smoothing gently. It reminded him of the way she might caress him were she to decide to sculpt him - exploring and memorizing with her fingertips the same way she might with her eyes before painting. The idea was intoxicating, and he found himself filing the suggestion away in the back of his mind for later.

Much.. much later.

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

This was wonderful.

All of Ravi's sense of displacement, his confused feelings towards Mari, his lingering disturbance caused by the strange dreams - all of these vanished under the soothing caress of her fingers over the smooth-skinned contours of his back, dissipating like frost under a hot Sun. Frida felt Ravi press against her hand, muscles shifting under her touch as though he were attempting to melt into her palm. A soft continuous murmur of pleasure punctuated the kiss he shared with her, his tongue dancing ardently against hers. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and moved back a little from her.

"Just a moment..." he murmured, his voice husky as he licked his lips absently. Half-turning, he reached down for the blanket they had sat on for lunch, currently folded up on top of the cold box, and with a couple of flicks spread it out on the ground. Turning back and spying Frida's quizzically amused look, Ravi shrugged disarmingly.

"Keeps the grass stains off." He said with a sly smile. Frida laughed then, stepping into his embrace once more and smiling up at him as the two of them sank down onto the blanket.

"So why not go indoors?" she said teasingly, admiring the way his glossy black hair fell like a curtain framing his face. Ravi grinned down at her.

"Well, I could say that there's too much chance of interruption... But really it's because I like it here." He leaned down and kissed her, his hand unknotting the front hem of her shirt and darting inside, fingers doodling wicked designs over her stomach. Letting her up for air as she gasped under his touch, he murmured into her ear, his lips grazing her lobe. "After all, you painted me in this setting."

[Frida Ricci]

"Well, I suppose it is rather lovely.. out here, and.. there's.. little chance of - oh, my.. Mmm..."

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her words drifted off into small noises of pleasure as his fingertips moved upward, from her stomach up to her ribcage, and then lightly along the lacy fabric of the bra he'd already unfastened. She felt soft under his fingertips, curvy and touchable, and suddenly he was burning to see as well as feel. His hand slipped back out from under the fabric, and she gazed up at him with curious but heated brown eyes as he began to slowly unfasten the buttons of her shirt. When she spoke it was so innocent it made him throb, but at the same time her voice was heavy and thick with desire.

"I do get my turn too, don't I? Not that this isn't lovely, but.. oh.. I just.. want to do some touching.. of my own, too, you know.."

His parted her shirt then, exposing her pale skin to the warm summer air and gazing wantonly down at the pale pink lace of her bra. His hand moved lower then, across her stomach until his palm centering on her lower torso, as if he knew exactly where the heat in her body seemed to be blossoming. She imagined he most likely did, too, and realized dimly that she was fortunate to have such an experienced rogue introducing her to the pleasures of the flesh. Someone less experienced might not be nearly so talented. It was a fleeting thought though, and she moaned his name softly, her body arching up against his hand and her eyes fluttering shut at the contact. She might want to do some touching of her own, but she certainly didn't seem ready for him to stop yet, either.

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

"Don't worry, this is assuredly a game for two. At least." Ravi grinned at her as he lowered his head to the flat softness of her stomach. He kissed the skin, then again and again, traversing from one side to the other then down to her hip. Laying beside her, his torso coiled over her and, his hair trailing over her skin, he put her in mind of a great cat grooming her. She alternated between sighs and small noises that were halfway between gasps and giggles as he ministered to her, hands smoothing over his back and shoulders under the shirt. His hands were not idle either, caressing her body seemingly at random yet leaving slow-to-fade flashes of warm pleasure in their wake. His hand slid up and over her ribs once more and Frida unconsciously arched against his touch as bold yet gentle fingertips slipped under the bottom edge of her loosened bra. She felt him explore her soft breast with a practiced hand as his lips paid court to her stomach, and her breathing deepened further.

The breathing sharpened to moans as Ravi pushed the bra away completely, his lips travelling swiftly upwards to taste the revealed fruit there. Lips, teeth and tongue came into play while one hand held her willingly captive against his mouth, the other skimming down to slip beneath the waistband of her skirt once more, grasping the curve of her backside and holding her tight against him. Her hands dug into his shoulders while he lavished attention on her breasts. He felt unbelievably alive right now, every sensation possessing more depth than before he had come to Dalton.

"Mmm... the mountain air, it's... got to be." He mused out loud, his voice somewhat muffled. Frida blinked her large dark eyes, dizzy with her own lust and bemusedly wondering what he was talking about. Ravi smiled up at her as he continued his playful tormenting of her young body, his hands freeing themselves for a moment as he half sat up and began peeling off his shirt and tank top.

[Frida Ricci]

She watched him for a moment, gazing up at him as he pulled the fabric of his tank top off over his head. She reached up then and began to trace her fingertips lightly over the muscles of his chest and stomach. Her touch was gentle and exploratory.. she'd looked at plenty of well-toned men in her life, she'd even painted or drawn several of them. But she'd never had an opportunity to touch, really - other than the feel of cold marble or stone under her fingertips.

This felt different by far.. the faint movement of his muscles under his skin, the warmth under her fingertips, the slight shiver she felt run through him as her fingers moved across his side. Then her lips curved into a small smile, and she sat up slightly, propping herself on an elbow in order to move closer to him. She tilted her head, and the he felt her lips press softly against the front of his throat. Her kisses were slow and patient, trailing down his golden-brown skin until she reached the hollow of his throat. He felt the tip of her tongue circle softly, tasting the skin and even nipping very softly before she began to move on to his shoulder.

The hand that she wasn't using to prop herself up with, in the meantime, was still moving, still exploring, running lightly over his skin with teasing patience and curiosity, sending a tingling sensation through him wherever she touched and leaving a path of desire in it's wake. Right now her fingertips were moving softly at the base of his spine, nails brushing lightly across his skin in a circular pattern that was beginning to find tortuous.

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

Ravi relaxed under the touches and kisses, gazing at Frida through half-lidded eyes as he let her take the initiative. He stretched under her hand with a luxurious shudder, enjoying the sensation of her against him whilst attempting to press against her touch. He smiled as she explored him in her turn, practicing what she had experienced with the same quiet intensity she brought into every endeavour.

Emboldened by the small sounds of pleasure she was eliciting, Frida dipped her head lower, trailing her mouth down from Ravi's shoulder to his chest. Acting on some desire born of instinct she turned her face to press a cheek to his heated flesh, her own eyes closing as she simply nuzzled against his skin, breathing him in and letting herself drown in the sudden surge of primitive rightness that he triggered. Seemingly out of nowhere a vague but undeniably feral urge took her and she tightened her grip on him and bit, teeth indenting his upper pectoral, her mouth wide open and tongue tasting his skin as though she was trying to devour the source of that primal need, enjoying the louder gasp and subsequent soft growl her actions caused while she sought for some way to take him into herself.

Ravi was no less aflame than his apt pupil as he ran one hand down her side to the hip, his free hand unfastening her pinned-up brown hair and letting it free, running his strong slender fingers through it's length. He briefly considered taking the initiative back from Frida... but he had promised she would have her own chance to touch. Such were the sacrifices required of a gentleman's honour, he absently mused while the lovely young artist worked to satisfy her curiousity.

[Frida Ricci]

Her lips and teeth and tongue and fingertips indulged in such pleasant explorations and experimentation for quite some time. Eventually, Ravi found himself on his back on the blanket, gazing up into the canopy of leaves above them. He could feel Frida trailing urgent kisses across his stomach, her now-loose hair spilling across his skin and her hand moving eagerly across the fabric of his pants over the curve of his thigh.

She had, thankfully, discarded the shirt and bra after finding that they inhibited her movements and explorations. So as her kisses moved up over his chest and across his throat, he could feel the pleasant press of soft curves against his lithe physique without the frustrating interference of clothing. Her hips had straddled his, and he slid his hand up underneath the soft velvety gray material, gathering it up around her hips and exposing the silk stockings that hugged her legs from toe to thigh, where - surprisingly - they clipped to an attractive lace garter belt that seemed to match the panties and bra she was wearing.

An impatient growl of desire escaped from deep within his chest at the discovery, and she pulled back, looking down at him with wide eyes liquid with desire. Her hair fell down around her shoulders, framing her face almost ethereally, and the soft flush of passion had warmed her normally pale cheeks and throat and skin to a pale rosy color that was quite becoming. She murmured softly, her breath coming in soft gasps, and the way she said it sounded a bit like a question and a bit like a plea.

"...Ravi?"

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

Green eyes simmered back up at her as he smiled lazily, holding back the sudden, shockingly animal feeling of lust that was surging up from deep within him. Frida's skin was warm under the fingers that traced the lines of her garter-belt, and the ends of her hair trailed fetchingly over the swells of her breasts as she looked down at him. She possessed in that moment an air of desire and vulnerability that intoxicated him.

With a single sinuous movement he rolled them on the blanket, Frida's brown hair falling across the cloth as he laid her back slowly and kissed her, more fiercely this time. One hand tangled gently in her hair as his lips claimed hers, the other trailed up the pale skin of her thigh to the thin barrier of her panties. Her arms had gone around Ravi's neck moments before she felt the warm pressure of his hand on her intimate center, and their grip tightened as she drew in a deep, harsh breath that was let out in a deep sigh of pleasure. Ravi's fingers were tracing little patterns over the cotton, triggering flashes of raw sensation that made the young woman's hips twitch of their own accord, trying to press against his touch as her body sought more of those feelings.

His lips left hers, gliding down the line of Frida's jaw to the tender skin of her neck. As she gasped and moaned softly under the grazing lips and teeth, wickedly knowledgable fingers slid into her panties, touching and teasing her aroused flesh without any annoying interference.

[Frida Ricci]

Her eyes fluttered half-shut and her breath quickened as his fingertips began to work, at first gently touching and sliding across her. But when his fingertips sought out the center of her pleasure and stroked, she let out a soft cry that mingled pleasure and surprise as beautifully to him as she had combined the different hues of paint on the nearby canvas. Her eyes opened wide and glanced up into his wicked, wanton gaze with startled shock - and then he began to stroke her in earnest, and they fluttered shut again as she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was awakening within her.

Slowly he teased, his mouth still devouring her skin eagerly, trailing over her neck and shoulders and breasts as his hand moved expertly between her thighs. She was like an instrument in his hands, so perfectly did she arch and move against him, and so beautiful were the cries and moans of pleasure at his touch. She clung to him, fingertips digging into his shoulders and her thighs spread open for him, and after long enough the moans turned into whimpers, and the cries became breathless pleas and soft whispers, calling his name and begging him not to stop.

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

This, Ravi mused to himself (not for the first time) as his blood thrilled through his veins to the sound of Frida's cries, must be how a maestro conductor feels. He was riding the crest of the wave of his own urgency, transferring it to the girl under him through every kiss, every wicked movement of his tongue or fingers. How long he kept her in that pleasurable torment, the tone of her cries altering three seperate times to climb to a new peak before subsiding a little, he didn't know. He buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting her tender skin hard as he breathed in the heated fragrance of her body. Frida's loud, birdlike cry of mingled pain and pleasure was musical, her dark eyes opening wide and staring at him dazedly as he drew back with a smile. Frida's moans turned to a murmur of protest as he withdrew his fingers.

"Just for a moment." he promised as he got to his feet and unbuckled his belt before unfastening and dropping his trousers with some haste. Realising what he was about Frida sat up and, unclipping her garters, practically tore off her panties as she let out a soft chuckle at how the same haste seemed to have infected both of them. Grinning back Ravi crouched by his pants and removed a foil-wrapped packet from his wallet before once more laying back down alongside her. Practiced fingers extracted and applied the condom before returning to their intent exploration of Frida's now-exposed womanhood while Ravi kissed her passionately. Her own hands returned to his shoulders, feeling his skin for a long, sensual moment before the promptings of her instinct led the caress to become an insistent tug, pulling him towards her.

Eyes gleaming in the fading sunlight, Ravi slid smoothly over and between her legs, his body hot against her thighs as he gently lifted them around his hips. Frida watched his face, his body with breathless anticipation, her thoughts swept away in the swirling tide of green-gold desire that was his eyes. Absinthe, she thought dreamily His eyes are like absinthe. The simile was apt, she decided as he leaned over her, his hardness resting against her gates while his hands came up to gently frame her face. His hips moved slowly from side to side for a moment, putting her in mind of a cat getting ready to pounce. Then they moved forwards and his lips were on hers and he was entering her...

[Frida Ricci]

If there was a moment of pain, Frida was beyond feeling it. Her entire life had been devoted to the pursuit of her art, and yet she had always felt as if she were struggling to understand some fundamental piece of the puzzle, as if she were missing something that everyone else seemed to possess. Frida had never even considered such a situation before, but now she realized in a brief moment of insight that wanted this moment more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life. She let him know it in the way she clung to him, her mouth moving eagerly against his and her hips arching up against him.

Then he began to move, sliding gently out of her and then thrusting firmly back in. His hand slid to her hip and guided her rhythm until they were moving together, soft cries and low moans mingling with the gentle sounds of nature that surrounded them. He felt her fingers running through his hair and her nails across his back and knew that if he wasn't careful, her innocent eagerness could drive him quickly over the edge.

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

With the self-possession of much practice Ravi slowed their pace, letting Frida's desire rise in intensity as she strove to move against him, heedless of the effect her haste for more sensation could have. Her nails dug harshly into his back and shoulders as her moaning grew louder and deeper, causing Ravi's breath to hiss between his teeth. He kissed her again, taking his time with each movement of his tongue and lips and every touch of his hands on her body.

How long they were suspended in that twilit world of pleasure, neither partner knew. At some point Ravi had ceased his deliberate movements and surrendered to Frida's entreaties, following the pace she set as their mutual urgency mounted higher. Frida's cries were louder now, heedless of all else save the pleasure cresting in her. Her nails drew red lines across the smooth golden skin of his back while the wonderful sensations that had been building for Lord knew how long came to their peak in her young body.

Abruptly her moans gave way to a breathless shriek, dark brown eyes widening in fathomless shock as molten sparks filled her mind. Her body tensed like a bowstring, arms and legs clutching at Ravi's athletic form unsure whether she was trying to hold him still or spur him onwards yet further. In any case, Frida felt his body move against her restraining clasp as he withdrew and thrust again, setting off a fresh wave of sensation, then another. He buried his face in her dark hair, his breath coming in loud gasps as the tide of his own climax crashed over him.

[Frida Ricci]

They lay there for awhile as their hearts slowed and their breathing settled. As Ravi shifted them gently to their side she gazed up at him, looked pleasantly mussed and sensual, but with a look of faint surprise on her face. She reached up and brushed a sweat-touched strand of dark hair back from his handsome features, then rested it lightly on his chest and murmured softly at him.

"Well.. I must confess, that was an almost completely indescribable experience. I never would have dreamed it could be so.. so.. fulfilling."

[Ravi FitzCoventry]

"You're welcome." Ravi murmured back with a lazy, satisfied grin as he got his breath back, his expression that of the eternal feline in the dairy cabinet as he leaned down to kiss her. His hands gently roamed over her body as he relaxed, plucking the last few notes of pleasure from her nerves. "And thank you. That was absolutely wonderful."

He relaxed, tucking one hand behind his head as he lay back, the other still stroking her back lightly. A faint ache from his back caused him to wince slightly - an exploratory touch of his fingers came away a little bloody. He held them up and chuckled. "Well, any wound you can walk away from... and all that." He glanced at Frida and licked his fingers clean, then grinned.

[Frida Ricci]

She glanced idly at her fingernails, noticing the faint touch of blood beneath them, then smiled playfully at him as she lounged comfortably in his arms.

"Well it's your own fault - you're quite adept at eliciting strong reactions, if you hadn't noticed."

Her gaze flickered briefly away from his face up at the sky, then over to the painting before she turned back to him.

"Speaking of noticing things, it's awfully late. We should probably be heading back to the school soon, so we don't fall and ruin a perfectly stunning painting."