Post by Mavrick on Jun 13, 2007 12:44:27 GMT
Sleep, much needed for her tired mind. She had spent the rest of the day after vanishing from Rab, she’d spent the afternoon in Russia ankle deep in snow with Viktoriya and two horses, catching up and feeling reassured that at least Vik, despite seeming hesitant, was standing by Angine even though Kiska was not.
Now, showered and tucked away in bed, Angine, in her usual short, silky nightgown, was sound asleep under her covers, the last of the fire giving a soft warm glow over her room, while the door to her room slowly opened, the blonde with her hair a mess amongst her peaceful face, was about to be awoken.
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Rabastan seemed bothered for the rest of the day. It was not only the fact that he was almost certain his testicles were severed from his form... but also because he had to admit the following:
He deserved it.
Damn the Russian was frustrating and yet for some reason he couldn't get enough of it. His bare feet padded along the wooden floors as he wore a basic pair of pajamas pants and a black shirt. Nothing too complicated, and most definately something that would give his recent wounds a bit of room to heal. He had felt so alive from their argument. It was like he was in his twenties again... but there was something that rang a bit too true for the Death Eater... he went too far.
Which was why he found himself outside Angine's door. Merlin this was stupid. This didn't make him feel like he was twenty... it made him feel like a child about to be scolded. His knuckles lightly wrapped on the door, not sure if just walking in was appropriate.
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Nope, she didn’t, in fact to the noise she simply groaned, rolled over and pulled the sheets around her slender form tighter.
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Rabastan sighed as he creaked open the door slightly, his amber eyes catching sight of the fire before settling on Angine's sleeping form. He took a deep breath. Alright, just say it and get it over with, he coached himself as he crossed the threshold into Angine's room. He crossed the chamber as if it were foreign territory (and in a sense it was).
He looked down from where he stood at Angine, his lips maintained a neutral expression. He brought a hand to just barely nudged Angine's sheet-covered shoulder. "Angine," he said in a calm tone.
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That, she did awake to… sort of. “Bugger off,” she mumbled before rolling away from the ‘nudger’, taking her blankets with her, which effectively wrapped her into a cacoon. Couldn’t a person tell she wanted to sleep? Honestly if Lucien thought she was going to go at it again with him after their performance the night before he had another thing coming. That being said, the voice hadn’t sounded like him.
Her eyes opened, facing the wall opposite the one Rabastan stood.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice cold like ice.
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Rabastan expected her tone to be the way it was. "I went too far," he stated quietly. It was sick because it was true. He wanted to sleep but he couldn't. He wanted to feel alright with finally showing his dominance. He wasn't. What was wrong with him?
He still looked at her even though she had turned away again. His arms were loosely crossed over his front. His amber colored eyes just continued looking forward for a few moments more before averting to the ground. "I crossed the line and I'm sorry."
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“And you had to wake me up to tell me this?” she grumbled, turning back over, which only proved to tighten her cover’s grip on her. She squirmed a bit, shoving the rolled up covers down a bit.
“I already knew that, and I could have slept soundly, but noooo, you have to come in here all pouty and ruin everything.” She yawned at this point, indicating she really wasn’t in the mood to fight with him.
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"Well I couldn't wait to say it," Rabastan rationalized with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I would have done it when you got back... but I found out I couldn't walk without limping," he said in his usual dry tone, indicating that he was trying very hard to find humor in the situation... sort of.
He gave a heavy sigh, a noise that hinted that he was tired of fighting as well. He rubbed his temples as he tried to find the right words. The usually well-spoken Death Eater was find this a bit more difficult than most would find it. Possibly because this recquired him to swallow his pride. "I'm sorry alright... and we can tag waking you up onto it too."
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“Either lie down and stop talking, or go brood somewhere else please,” was her lazy answer, not caring either way so long as she got to go back to sleep. She didn’t care about his pride, she didn’t care about his balls, she cared about her sore cheek, her bruised neck and her sleepy mind.
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Rabastan would have arched an eyebrow, or asked abuot Angine's readiness to even have him anywhere near her bed. He of coarse, used his better judgement and followed the "stop talking" direction and approached the bed, taking the side Angine had turned away from in order to speak to the Death Eater. His suspicions were only curbed by the fact that they both seemed to bored with fighting.
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She had honestly fallen back asleep by that point, her body relaxing back into the covers, her cacoon somewhat unwrapped from her slender body. Had Rabastan left? She didn’t know, nor did she care at that point.
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He turned over on his side so that he was facing the back of Angine, the memories of how she had responded to his temper were still fresh in his mind... fresh and still hot beyond the point of description. An arm went to rest around the Russian's middle as he moved forward a bit in order to get his mouth close to her ear. "What you did was so sexy," he said in a low whisper, using an elbow to prop himself up a bit.
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The first syllable woke her, her eyes opening and she just smirked at his comment. “Well what you did bruised me,” she bit back icily, elbowing him in his stomach in an attempt to back him off. She really hadn’t thought he’d stick around. And considering what he’d done, she was not in the mood to fuck him.
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Rabastan smirked as he only moved back just enough for the next elbow to come to only hit air. "There you go.. doing it again," he stated in a husky tone, his hand resting now at her hip. He didn't comment on the bruises, he'd apologized. She knew he was sorry, believing his apology was her own agenda.
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“Doing what? Attempting to injure you? Now that I’m aware it turns you on so bad I’ll just have to stop won’t I?” She stopped with her elbow, and pulled her covers up higher around her, meaning his hand really hit nothing of her body and only blankets.
“Perverted old bastard.”
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"Not perverted. Only human," he commented simply. His lips took on a very natural looking smirk while his hand slid up to the edge of Angine's blanket.
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“I haven’t met any other humans who get a hard on from being told off, kicked around and having their balls relocated,” she grumbled, feeling his hand sneak under her covers. She shifted forward, agitated with him once more. It wasn’t that she ‘wouldn’t’ fuck him, it was the principal of it. He says sorry and she lets him play out his little fantasies on her. She fucked on her terms, not his.
She was never dominated, and he’d learned that earlier.
“Get out Rabastan.”
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"Make me," Rabastan said simply as his hand found its way under the covers to rest possessively on her thigh. His tone was challenging this time, not bothering to wait until he was provoked. His form followed the Russian's forward, this time his body touching hers, almost daring her to retaliate.
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“You know what will happen if I scream,” she stated, her tone icy, looking over her shoulder at him. Lucien was staying just down the hall, and she suspected he’d returned. If she screamed, Rabastan’s game would be up.
She pulled her leg forward, getting it away from his tight grip, her hand pushing back on his hip, though she had to say the game was a little exciting, something that bothered her tremendously. It reminded her of the games she had often played with Christopher, and since she hadn’t seen him in well over a year… she had been out of practice.
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Rabastan simply caught hold of her wrist when her hand came to push him back. There's only one kind of screamming you'll be doing, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk. He tugged at the arm that he now firmly held onto in order to turn her to face him. His amber colored eyes looked at her with a glint that seemed a mix between playful and challenging. "I know what will happen," he said simply, knowing that she wouldn't.
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Fine, if she couldn’t beat him, she’d toy with him. “You could have just said you liked these games Rabastan, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. You like me pulling against you, making you work for your fuck.” She rose her knee up into his stomach, pushing against him, while his hand grasped her wrist tightly.
“Fuck, why didn’t you just say you wanted me to fight back from the beginning? We could have saved all that tension between us.”
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Rabastan couldn't help but smirk as it seemed that now she was playing along. A brow arched as he took his own leg to try and deflect her knee, hopping to pin the leg down in the process. "Well, as you said so elequaintly put it, 'I was 'forcing myself to behave'," he commented with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Had I known that you felt the tension too... I probably would have said something sooner," he added simply. It was true, he honestly thought he was the only one out of the two of them that felt that tension considering she had a fiance for a good part of their summer together. Had he realized that it wasn't so one sided, he probably would have acted on these tensions the moment he'd realized them.
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“Well you’re not really the talking type are you?” she added smugly, feeling his leg moving her own from its position in his stomach.
“But I still don’t see how you can make up for hitting me, even if I like it rough. And we both know you got off on it.”
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Rabastan's lips persed a bit at her smug tone. Point taken (unfortunately). Talking was never one of those things he had found to be his forte. He didn't care though. He applied a bit more force with his leg, this time using the force to effectively pin her down beneath him. He leaned his face forward.
"Tell me how I could then," he said simply, not denying the rush he'd gotten from striking her (though he doubted he would do it again unless provoked). His lips curled into a rather smug expression of his own at having succeded in pinning the Russian down. "Anything."
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Angine replied with something that Rabastan was probably not expecting, but it was a game she had often played with Christopher Rossi for many years. It took trust, and surprisingly enough even with what had happened earlier, she still trusted him to play this game. With a shove she had pushed at least the upper half of his body off of her, and she squirmed up from grip before holding her hands at his shoulders with all his strength.
“Fight back.”
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Rabastan could only smirk at her response. It was very surprising to hear the Russian say that she wanted the Death Eater to fight back... especially after earlier events. He didn't question it though as his own hands took to her sides, using his strength to force her back down onto the bed, using this as an opportunity to wrap his legs around her almost effortlessly. This time he didn't lean down to her, but instead remained practically sitting on the Russian with a rather pleased expression.
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If he thought it was going to be that easy, he was sadly mistaken. Years of practice at this game and strong leg muscles from more years of horse riding gave her an unexpected advantage. Pulling her legs in at the knee, she pushed up until her pelvis and butt had lifted clear off the bed, rolling to one side which added with a push on his shoulders, sent him dropping off the side of her. She immediately sat up on her knees, a broad smirk on her lips.
“You’re going to have to do better than that Rabastan,” she said, biting her bottom lip to contain a laugh.
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Rabastan's lips curled into a wicked smirk as his side collided with the mattress. It was at that point, that an arm swept behind the Russian's thighs, using a bit more of his strength to lift her legs from under her, using the other arm to push her down as he sat up. This time around, he used a leg to keep her own in place as well as one of his arms, not really taking into consideration the Russian's available other limbs. For now, he seemed a bit victorious.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he stated arrogantly.
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He was loving it, and she loved to tease him about it. “Getting off yet Rabastan?” she asked with a smirk, pushing against his chest with her hands, clawing her nails into his skin through his night shirt.
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There was a little twitch in his smirk as he felt the odd sensation of her nails through his shirt. His free hand took hold of her forearm, bringing the hand that clawed at his chest away from him as he leaned back down towards her. "Just getting started," was his rather simple reply.
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Her nails in turn, dug into the arm that held her, and she struggled against his weight, able only to get an inch or so of her body shifted up the bed. There was no doubt he was stronger than her, but she wanted to make him work harder for it.
“What now huh?” she teased. “You got me down, think you can keep me here?”
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Rabastan smirked triumphantly at watching her try to wriggle up the bed. Victory... sort of. His hand that been used to keep her legs down took hold of her other hand, not paying attention to the red marks her nails had left on his arm. His leg now seemed to be the only thing really holding her down as his arms occupied themselves with keeping her hands at bay.
"Actually, I believe I can," he replied, his tone possesed a teasing hint to it (or at least as much of one as he got).
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Slip up, his grip on her strong legs wasn’t enough any more, and she quickly pulled both legs up and gave him a powerful shove with both feet in his stomach.
“Come on Rabastan, you had be submit so easily earlier, you’re not trying hard enough.” To say that she wanted to see that side of him again was a bit of a bluff, however she’d dealt with those personalities before and there was something erotic to her about being scared into submission.
She didn’t believe he was really trying to stop her from kicking him around.
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Rabastan moved back a bit at the kick to his stomach, releasing his hold on her wrists as he looked back at the Russian. His lips curling again into a smirk. His eyebrow arched curiously, trying to figure out for a moment as to why she wanted him to be so forceful.
Fortunately the moment had passed and he'd moved on from that fleeting thought. He came at her again, this time his arms taking her by the waste and pushing her down on the bed, using his weight to his advantage to keep her legs from repelling him this time. He rested his chin against her torso while his hands took grasp of her wrists. He slid his form up so that he was face to face with the Russian. "Forgive me, I'll just have to try harder," he stated with his weight resting on the blonde.
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“You’d better, or I’ll kick you out,” she replied smoothly, staring her cold eyes at him. She was tempted to bait him to really fire him up, but the visible bruise on her neck didn’t like the idea.
“I do actually want to get some fucking sleep you know.”
Now, showered and tucked away in bed, Angine, in her usual short, silky nightgown, was sound asleep under her covers, the last of the fire giving a soft warm glow over her room, while the door to her room slowly opened, the blonde with her hair a mess amongst her peaceful face, was about to be awoken.
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Rabastan seemed bothered for the rest of the day. It was not only the fact that he was almost certain his testicles were severed from his form... but also because he had to admit the following:
He deserved it.
Damn the Russian was frustrating and yet for some reason he couldn't get enough of it. His bare feet padded along the wooden floors as he wore a basic pair of pajamas pants and a black shirt. Nothing too complicated, and most definately something that would give his recent wounds a bit of room to heal. He had felt so alive from their argument. It was like he was in his twenties again... but there was something that rang a bit too true for the Death Eater... he went too far.
Which was why he found himself outside Angine's door. Merlin this was stupid. This didn't make him feel like he was twenty... it made him feel like a child about to be scolded. His knuckles lightly wrapped on the door, not sure if just walking in was appropriate.
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Nope, she didn’t, in fact to the noise she simply groaned, rolled over and pulled the sheets around her slender form tighter.
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Rabastan sighed as he creaked open the door slightly, his amber eyes catching sight of the fire before settling on Angine's sleeping form. He took a deep breath. Alright, just say it and get it over with, he coached himself as he crossed the threshold into Angine's room. He crossed the chamber as if it were foreign territory (and in a sense it was).
He looked down from where he stood at Angine, his lips maintained a neutral expression. He brought a hand to just barely nudged Angine's sheet-covered shoulder. "Angine," he said in a calm tone.
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That, she did awake to… sort of. “Bugger off,” she mumbled before rolling away from the ‘nudger’, taking her blankets with her, which effectively wrapped her into a cacoon. Couldn’t a person tell she wanted to sleep? Honestly if Lucien thought she was going to go at it again with him after their performance the night before he had another thing coming. That being said, the voice hadn’t sounded like him.
Her eyes opened, facing the wall opposite the one Rabastan stood.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice cold like ice.
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Rabastan expected her tone to be the way it was. "I went too far," he stated quietly. It was sick because it was true. He wanted to sleep but he couldn't. He wanted to feel alright with finally showing his dominance. He wasn't. What was wrong with him?
He still looked at her even though she had turned away again. His arms were loosely crossed over his front. His amber colored eyes just continued looking forward for a few moments more before averting to the ground. "I crossed the line and I'm sorry."
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“And you had to wake me up to tell me this?” she grumbled, turning back over, which only proved to tighten her cover’s grip on her. She squirmed a bit, shoving the rolled up covers down a bit.
“I already knew that, and I could have slept soundly, but noooo, you have to come in here all pouty and ruin everything.” She yawned at this point, indicating she really wasn’t in the mood to fight with him.
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"Well I couldn't wait to say it," Rabastan rationalized with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I would have done it when you got back... but I found out I couldn't walk without limping," he said in his usual dry tone, indicating that he was trying very hard to find humor in the situation... sort of.
He gave a heavy sigh, a noise that hinted that he was tired of fighting as well. He rubbed his temples as he tried to find the right words. The usually well-spoken Death Eater was find this a bit more difficult than most would find it. Possibly because this recquired him to swallow his pride. "I'm sorry alright... and we can tag waking you up onto it too."
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“Either lie down and stop talking, or go brood somewhere else please,” was her lazy answer, not caring either way so long as she got to go back to sleep. She didn’t care about his pride, she didn’t care about his balls, she cared about her sore cheek, her bruised neck and her sleepy mind.
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Rabastan would have arched an eyebrow, or asked abuot Angine's readiness to even have him anywhere near her bed. He of coarse, used his better judgement and followed the "stop talking" direction and approached the bed, taking the side Angine had turned away from in order to speak to the Death Eater. His suspicions were only curbed by the fact that they both seemed to bored with fighting.
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She had honestly fallen back asleep by that point, her body relaxing back into the covers, her cacoon somewhat unwrapped from her slender body. Had Rabastan left? She didn’t know, nor did she care at that point.
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He turned over on his side so that he was facing the back of Angine, the memories of how she had responded to his temper were still fresh in his mind... fresh and still hot beyond the point of description. An arm went to rest around the Russian's middle as he moved forward a bit in order to get his mouth close to her ear. "What you did was so sexy," he said in a low whisper, using an elbow to prop himself up a bit.
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The first syllable woke her, her eyes opening and she just smirked at his comment. “Well what you did bruised me,” she bit back icily, elbowing him in his stomach in an attempt to back him off. She really hadn’t thought he’d stick around. And considering what he’d done, she was not in the mood to fuck him.
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Rabastan smirked as he only moved back just enough for the next elbow to come to only hit air. "There you go.. doing it again," he stated in a husky tone, his hand resting now at her hip. He didn't comment on the bruises, he'd apologized. She knew he was sorry, believing his apology was her own agenda.
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“Doing what? Attempting to injure you? Now that I’m aware it turns you on so bad I’ll just have to stop won’t I?” She stopped with her elbow, and pulled her covers up higher around her, meaning his hand really hit nothing of her body and only blankets.
“Perverted old bastard.”
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"Not perverted. Only human," he commented simply. His lips took on a very natural looking smirk while his hand slid up to the edge of Angine's blanket.
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“I haven’t met any other humans who get a hard on from being told off, kicked around and having their balls relocated,” she grumbled, feeling his hand sneak under her covers. She shifted forward, agitated with him once more. It wasn’t that she ‘wouldn’t’ fuck him, it was the principal of it. He says sorry and she lets him play out his little fantasies on her. She fucked on her terms, not his.
She was never dominated, and he’d learned that earlier.
“Get out Rabastan.”
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"Make me," Rabastan said simply as his hand found its way under the covers to rest possessively on her thigh. His tone was challenging this time, not bothering to wait until he was provoked. His form followed the Russian's forward, this time his body touching hers, almost daring her to retaliate.
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“You know what will happen if I scream,” she stated, her tone icy, looking over her shoulder at him. Lucien was staying just down the hall, and she suspected he’d returned. If she screamed, Rabastan’s game would be up.
She pulled her leg forward, getting it away from his tight grip, her hand pushing back on his hip, though she had to say the game was a little exciting, something that bothered her tremendously. It reminded her of the games she had often played with Christopher, and since she hadn’t seen him in well over a year… she had been out of practice.
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Rabastan simply caught hold of her wrist when her hand came to push him back. There's only one kind of screamming you'll be doing, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk. He tugged at the arm that he now firmly held onto in order to turn her to face him. His amber colored eyes looked at her with a glint that seemed a mix between playful and challenging. "I know what will happen," he said simply, knowing that she wouldn't.
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Fine, if she couldn’t beat him, she’d toy with him. “You could have just said you liked these games Rabastan, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. You like me pulling against you, making you work for your fuck.” She rose her knee up into his stomach, pushing against him, while his hand grasped her wrist tightly.
“Fuck, why didn’t you just say you wanted me to fight back from the beginning? We could have saved all that tension between us.”
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Rabastan couldn't help but smirk as it seemed that now she was playing along. A brow arched as he took his own leg to try and deflect her knee, hopping to pin the leg down in the process. "Well, as you said so elequaintly put it, 'I was 'forcing myself to behave'," he commented with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Had I known that you felt the tension too... I probably would have said something sooner," he added simply. It was true, he honestly thought he was the only one out of the two of them that felt that tension considering she had a fiance for a good part of their summer together. Had he realized that it wasn't so one sided, he probably would have acted on these tensions the moment he'd realized them.
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“Well you’re not really the talking type are you?” she added smugly, feeling his leg moving her own from its position in his stomach.
“But I still don’t see how you can make up for hitting me, even if I like it rough. And we both know you got off on it.”
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Rabastan's lips persed a bit at her smug tone. Point taken (unfortunately). Talking was never one of those things he had found to be his forte. He didn't care though. He applied a bit more force with his leg, this time using the force to effectively pin her down beneath him. He leaned his face forward.
"Tell me how I could then," he said simply, not denying the rush he'd gotten from striking her (though he doubted he would do it again unless provoked). His lips curled into a rather smug expression of his own at having succeded in pinning the Russian down. "Anything."
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Angine replied with something that Rabastan was probably not expecting, but it was a game she had often played with Christopher Rossi for many years. It took trust, and surprisingly enough even with what had happened earlier, she still trusted him to play this game. With a shove she had pushed at least the upper half of his body off of her, and she squirmed up from grip before holding her hands at his shoulders with all his strength.
“Fight back.”
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Rabastan could only smirk at her response. It was very surprising to hear the Russian say that she wanted the Death Eater to fight back... especially after earlier events. He didn't question it though as his own hands took to her sides, using his strength to force her back down onto the bed, using this as an opportunity to wrap his legs around her almost effortlessly. This time he didn't lean down to her, but instead remained practically sitting on the Russian with a rather pleased expression.
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If he thought it was going to be that easy, he was sadly mistaken. Years of practice at this game and strong leg muscles from more years of horse riding gave her an unexpected advantage. Pulling her legs in at the knee, she pushed up until her pelvis and butt had lifted clear off the bed, rolling to one side which added with a push on his shoulders, sent him dropping off the side of her. She immediately sat up on her knees, a broad smirk on her lips.
“You’re going to have to do better than that Rabastan,” she said, biting her bottom lip to contain a laugh.
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Rabastan's lips curled into a wicked smirk as his side collided with the mattress. It was at that point, that an arm swept behind the Russian's thighs, using a bit more of his strength to lift her legs from under her, using the other arm to push her down as he sat up. This time around, he used a leg to keep her own in place as well as one of his arms, not really taking into consideration the Russian's available other limbs. For now, he seemed a bit victorious.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he stated arrogantly.
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He was loving it, and she loved to tease him about it. “Getting off yet Rabastan?” she asked with a smirk, pushing against his chest with her hands, clawing her nails into his skin through his night shirt.
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There was a little twitch in his smirk as he felt the odd sensation of her nails through his shirt. His free hand took hold of her forearm, bringing the hand that clawed at his chest away from him as he leaned back down towards her. "Just getting started," was his rather simple reply.
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Her nails in turn, dug into the arm that held her, and she struggled against his weight, able only to get an inch or so of her body shifted up the bed. There was no doubt he was stronger than her, but she wanted to make him work harder for it.
“What now huh?” she teased. “You got me down, think you can keep me here?”
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Rabastan smirked triumphantly at watching her try to wriggle up the bed. Victory... sort of. His hand that been used to keep her legs down took hold of her other hand, not paying attention to the red marks her nails had left on his arm. His leg now seemed to be the only thing really holding her down as his arms occupied themselves with keeping her hands at bay.
"Actually, I believe I can," he replied, his tone possesed a teasing hint to it (or at least as much of one as he got).
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Slip up, his grip on her strong legs wasn’t enough any more, and she quickly pulled both legs up and gave him a powerful shove with both feet in his stomach.
“Come on Rabastan, you had be submit so easily earlier, you’re not trying hard enough.” To say that she wanted to see that side of him again was a bit of a bluff, however she’d dealt with those personalities before and there was something erotic to her about being scared into submission.
She didn’t believe he was really trying to stop her from kicking him around.
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Rabastan moved back a bit at the kick to his stomach, releasing his hold on her wrists as he looked back at the Russian. His lips curling again into a smirk. His eyebrow arched curiously, trying to figure out for a moment as to why she wanted him to be so forceful.
Fortunately the moment had passed and he'd moved on from that fleeting thought. He came at her again, this time his arms taking her by the waste and pushing her down on the bed, using his weight to his advantage to keep her legs from repelling him this time. He rested his chin against her torso while his hands took grasp of her wrists. He slid his form up so that he was face to face with the Russian. "Forgive me, I'll just have to try harder," he stated with his weight resting on the blonde.
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“You’d better, or I’ll kick you out,” she replied smoothly, staring her cold eyes at him. She was tempted to bait him to really fire him up, but the visible bruise on her neck didn’t like the idea.
“I do actually want to get some fucking sleep you know.”
