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

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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

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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