Back to the Apartment: Ram and Java (PG-15 Hot Rava Luv)

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((OOC: Continued from: Mega's Evil Doer HeadquartersThe breeze was strong and cool against her flushed cheeks as Java left the base, and she pulled her jacket a little closer to her body as she walked into the wind, wiping away her smudged lipstick with the side of her thumb. The wind was never quite as bad in the city, but here on the outskirts

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Ram walked in quietly and shut door behind him with his foot. He pulled off his shirt and set it, crumpled up, on the scratched up coffee table. He looked towards the hallway. Java's door was closed. Unsure of whether to knock or not, he sat down on the couch. He didn't want to catch Java in one of her moods.

He rested his feet on the coffee table, on top of the discarded black shirt. He really had hoped no one had heard his name dropped at the Casino. Ved and Cloe had both mentioned his name a couple of times, but it was in a low manner. But still...people were sure to recognize him from his broadcasted wedding on City Net not too long ago.
He was glad Cloe was a happy drunk. It had actually made her more likeable. Also, he reasoned, this lessned his chances of having another altercation with the mallrats. Since he was pleasant to her in the bar, she might not mention anything...

Ram swung his legs off the coffee and table and got up slowly. He absently stroked his tummy for a moment. He walked over to Java's door and knocked softly. "Javie...?"

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Java stood in front of the mirror above the battered dresser she had inherited from Ved, studying her reflection carefully as she let down her hair. She wore a short black gown made of a delicate silk that shimmered like wet paint as it clung to her body, cut short at the thigh and low in the front. Her braids fell around her shoulders in a tangle of black and white and purple and blue, framing her face and falling teasingly down to the cleavage barely hidden by lace, and Java studied her reflection with the same careful intensity with which Line had once stared at the vials in his case. Was it too much, she wondered? Perhaps it was foolish to come on to Lord Ram too heavily; they had been married for four years, after all, and yet he had never so much as slept beside her, much less made use of his privileges as her husband. Would he throw her out if she greeted him like this? Java slipped into a sheer, lace-edged black wrap, which offered very little coverage but made her feel a bit more dressed. It's chancy, she thought, and immediately thought of her sister; Siva used to call her that, sometimes, and Java had always taken a perverse kind of pleasure in hearing it. Java had always been the strong one, delighting in protecting and occasionally astonishing her little sister, and while she had always deemed her actions well within the realm of the logical, it had been fun to occasionally push the envelope... Late nights of sneaking drinks and poker, secrets whispered in the dark, sneaking out in their mother's car and throwing winks at boys (and, on a few memorable occasions, girls) who pulled up beside them... A wicked little smile slipped across Java's features as she spritzed herself with a bit of her treasured perfume, a heady, exotic blend of opium and patchouli that never ceased to make her feel delightfully bad. "Chancy." Ebony couldn't steal her husband's heart forever, she thought, untwining and curling the lower halves of a few braids; Lord Ram was -Java's- man, and now that he was able to touch again, she would make him remember it. And as for Mega--

There was a light knock at the door, and Java paused. "Javie?" How had she not heard him enter the apartment? Her wrap falling slightly askew as she crossed the room, she straightened her posture, checking the mirror one last time, and slowly opened the door. Her husband was shirtless, she noticed, her smile taking on a slightly predatory edge as she admired him... She moved a little closer to him, one hand running lightly down his forearm as she looked up into his eyes. "Have a nice evening, my love?"

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Chills ran down Ram's arm as Java touched it. He moved in closer to her, putting one hand lightly on her back, and stroked her neck with the other.

"It was alright." He whispered. The alcohol was faintly detectable on his breath. "It would have been a lot better if you had come along."

He tried to stop himself from shaking, faltering a few times. He couldn't exactly stop himself. Java looked beautiful. More than beautiful, even. He moved his hand slowly from her neck to behind her ear, then to her braids. He played with a few of them, then let them fall.
He stroked her shoulder with the back of his fingers.

"And how was your evening, Javie? You weren't too bored, were you?"

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"I kept myself entertained," Java murmured, drawing a little closer to him. His hands were warm on her back, on her shoulder, and her hungry little smile softened a bit as she searched his features. She had been so wary of Ram, once, afraid of his rages even as she played him at his own game, but things had changed so much... Her left hand slipped down his torso to the waist of his pants, her nails running lightly along the muscles of his stomach on the way. His lips looked full and soft in the dim light, the scent of alcohol light and surprisingly male on his breath though his eyes sparkled with sobriety, and Java arched up on her bare toes and gave him a slow, gentle kiss as her fingertips tightened around the button of his pants. My husband, my lover-- "Ram..." --who Ebony will not steal from me... Java pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his as the button came undone. ...and from whom Mega will not steal -me-. She'd never seen eyes quite like her Lord Ram's before, a clear blue-green, and too determined for their own good... "Ram," she murmured, sinking slowly to her knees, "Lord Ram," and she licked her lips, her eyes locked with his as she unzipped his fly, "give me permission."

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Chills ran down Ram's spine as Java's fingernails lightly gazed his chest and stomach. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched him, his arms became spotted with goosebumps. This was so much more different than VR. Of course Virtual Java, Siva, or Ebony had done these things, but they weren't anywhere as near to real as this was.
Ram bit his lip as he felt Java slip under the waist of his pants. Her touch, especially there, was unfamiliar, but welcome, and tickled a bit. He ignored the tickle, determined not to ruin his and Java's mood.
A second set of chills hit Ram as he felt his pants being unbuttoned. This was almost unreal to him. He stroked Java's cheek and licked his lips as she suck down to her knees in front of him. He nodded his grant of permission silently, looking into her eyes.

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And so Java had her way with him.

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And Ram was all up in that.