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[zomboligist]

Gentlemen don't ask about the details of biological processes, but doctors do and it's a very narrow thing that he doesn't end up asking what she means by that in a more personal sense. Lucky for him that she gives him a list to focus on. "I mean, it's not like this place really offers the support for that kind of thing." He wonders if Liv and Major would still be zombies here, but that just brings an ache of wishing that they were here so he could find out.

"You're still pretty incredible, immortal or not," Ravi tells her, seeing as he's come to appreciate her company more than just about anyone else around them.

Helen smiled a bit at that, strangely shy. It wasn't in her nature to be shy, normally, but when the compliment came from someone she cared about she somehow managed to revert to the woman she'd been at the bottom of the 19th century instead of the thoroughly modern woman she was now.

"Well, I happen to think you're fairly incredible yourself, Ravi. I suppose like finds like, yes?"

"We are both scientists dealing with the odd," Ravi admits, "we both have a healthy appetite for sex without having needed to let complications get in the way. Bonus points for us, for not turning it into high school melodrama." He could go on and on, but he feels like actions will speak louder than words, so he leans in to kiss her, trying not to let them get bogged down on the too-serious. Not really for her, but more for him, he's appalling when it comes to that.

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[notsocommon]

Helen didn't particularly mind serious, as she had a tilt toward the melancholy herself, but kissing was a much better way to occupy her time than talking. Even still, she felt like they'd crossed a line somehow and what had begun as something fun had shifted into something deeper and fuller.

She was also surprised to find that even with her normal aversion to such things, she honestly didn't mind it.

She curled her hands into the soft hair at the nape of Ravi's neck and kissed him deeper, slower. She wanted to take her time.

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The soft whining she gets for her action should be normal to her at this point, seeing as he makes that sound a lot when her hands get into his hair, but the way he folds back towards the sheets, tugging her with him, that's a touch new. He sort of likes it when the woman's on top and now's no different, coaxing her to come with him, lean just the right way.

It definitely has a different feel than it did before, but it's not a bad feeling. Maybe Ravi's finally getting over his fears that just because Peyton left, doesn't mean everyone is going to.

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Helen felt a bit different too, a bit more relaxed. It was easier to open up to Ravi now after the better part of a year and while what they had was casual at first, it felt decidedly less so now. She trusted him with some of the things she normally kept quite close to the chest and that allowed her to be freer with her affection, freer with her hopes and fears.

She shifted atop him and straddled his hips, leaned down to continue the kiss. Now wasn't the time to wax poetic about the shift in their relationship.

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He strains a little to reach up so he can cup her cheek and still kiss her, but it's worth that bit of a stretch, not made too difficult by the fact that he's a very tall man and while he's not incredibly suited to yoga or any flexibility, he's also not horribly out of shape. Shifting a hand lower to shove off his boxers, he tries to get them off without kicking her in any uncomfortable places, even as he mumbles apologies to get her to move a little to allow for them to slide off.

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Helen didn't mind the move, not when it was in pursuit of such an admirable goal. She was, however, glad she'd worn her good underwear today and not the standard issue. She and Ravi had sex a few times a week regardless but things felt special today, different, and she was glad she'd dressed for that occasion.

She reached for his hands and linked her fingers with his, pushed them over his head. "What if I told you that you couldn't touch, hmm? Could you manage?"

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Ravi gives her a frantic, panicked look, his brow furrowed. "Wait, why, why am I being punished?" he asks suddenly, because he thought that things were going well, but now Helen is trying to get him to not touch. "This is going a kinky direction that I'm not sure I like," he says, mainly because there's so much of her that he wants to touch and it's all right there.

"Is this a thing? One you like?"

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Helen laughed softly and released his hands, shaking her head. "I was teasing, Ravi. You're not being punished. That was never my style. That being said, when you've been alive over a century, you pick up a few things to keep things interesting. I'm sure you've noticed."

She was hardly a mediocre bed partner after all. She took his hands again but this time it was only to lift them and put them on her waist. "Go ahead, touch all you like."

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"If I was alive over a century, I feel like I'd just troll history classes," he admits as he replaces his hands in the right position again, sliding his thumbs slowly up her torso so he can watch the path of the gentle indentations, bowing his head to kiss along the muscle in her neck, sloping down towards her shoulder. "Define interesting," he murmurs into her ear, his thumb slipping lower now to work and rub at her clit while they speak, seeing as she might as well get something out of this.

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Helen let out a shaky little breath, distracted from her train of thought by the clever things that Ravi was currently doing with his hands. Cheeky little bastard. He ought to know better than to try and have a conversation with her while he was touching her like that; she was immortal, yes, but she wasn't immune to touch.

"It's not...it's not applicable at the moment but I don't particularly have a gender preference for bed partners."

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"You don't, do you?" Ravi inhales sharply, many visuals flirting through his mind. The truth is that he does have a preference and his preference lies in this very room, but he doesn't want to seem boring, especially not to such a worldly lover. "So what are the best tips you've got for me, eh?"

If she likes it both sides of the batting area, then she's probably got plenty of tips to give to him.

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"You do just fine without my help," Helen assured him. She hardly wanted Ravi to think that she was dissatisfied with what they had when that was far from the case. Helen had feelings for him, feelings she hadn't allowed herself to have in quite a long time, and it was a dangerous prospect. One or the both of them might disappear at any moment and given the nature of her longevity, she didn't want to tie herself with someone who was likely mortal. It was the very thing she hadn't allowed herself to do in ages.

And yet, there was something different about Ravi. He was clever and self-effacing. He was impossibly handsome. He made her laugh more often than not and he made her feel when she'd swore she wouldn't any longer. Damn.

"I don't need anything other than just you," she whispered, quite soft. "That's all."

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Ravi knows that this is dangerously on the border of something else, but the trouble is that he's not really feeling like he wants to stop that. He'd been hurt before, but Helen's not going to run away like Peyton had and he really wants that fresh start, really loves their companionship and the sex is great, but he also misses the dating part of the game.

He'll get around to that, somehow, because it's not like they can pop around to the movies. He's not even sure they can do anything, but he feels like it's the spirit of the thing and he thinks Helen deserves that much. "That is about the perfect segue to me asking if you want to be on top or bottom, as far as what you need goes?"

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"I like to ride but lets switch things up. Put me underneath," Helen said, giving him a wicked little grin before biting her lip a little and starting to shift to help facilitate just such a move. She didn't often like being beneath someone, genuinely, but she felt safe and comfortable with Ravi and thought their relationship had crossed a bridge today. She wanted to explore where it was going and see if there was a true emotional connection aside from deep friendship and the need for sexual release and she was glad Ravi seemed to be on a similar page.

"Let me look up at you for once?"

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"I am excellent to look at," he boasts, reaching down to slide off his boxers as he works to get them to a comfortable position where he can move her as gently as he can under himself, feeling weirdly anxious all of a sudden, when he's never been worried about his performance before. Glancing down, he's grateful to see his worries haven't translated to a limp anything. Relieved, he works his way into her, rocking his hips slowly, and tries not to let any of his sweat drip over her, leaning down to kiss Helen to distract himself from thoughts of mucking this all up with sweat or disappointment or any sexual-related tragedies.

[notsocommon]

Helen honestly had never had any complaints about Ravi and she certainly didn't now. She hadn't meant to make him nervous at all and she reached up, long fingertips brushing against his cheek. She wasn't normally much for being terribly romantic or giving long, thoughtful looks at anyone during the act but somehow Ravi had managed to do what many men and women hadn't been able to for a long while.

Ravi had somehow, some way, managed to make her feel.

It was a frightening thing to admit to, feelings, but they made sex that much better and Helen closed her eyes, a soft whimper of pleasure passing her lips as she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. Feelings weren't so terrible, really, but they did end up hurting worse than they were worth when the person disappeared on you in the end.

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Well, if nothing else, that little burst of pleasure from her lips is enough to give Ravi a sense that he's not completely mucking things up and he sets aside anxieties and worries and expectations and just lets himself fade back into muscle memory, doing what his body knows how to do. Interspersed with his movements, he reaches down with trembling fingers to push hair off her forehead, pressing soft kisses to her brow and lips, doing his best to take his time and not rush through it, but he is very close to coming.

It's been a good day, but a long one, and he's never been Mr. Marathon when it comes to this sort of thing. "Helen," he moans breathlessly. "Soon," he warns.

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Luckily Helen wasn't concerned with him finishing quickly. It wasn't about how good it was every time, at least not with Ravi. At first, certainly, it had been just sex but now it was about more than satisfying a biological urge. She had feelings for him that were more than just friendship and she cared enough to not worry about whether or not sex was perfect; she wanted him just as he was.

"Let it go, then. I'll follow. I always do."

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He's beyond grateful that she's willing to let him come without judging him on his speed, because at least there's not a Guinness Book of World Records for most disappointing finish looming over his mind now, and when he comes, the mild yowl of pleasure could sound like an alley-cat in heat, but in his defense, he feels really, marvelously, very good being in her. "Just," he breathes out, heart still rabbiting on. "No faking it," he pleads, because he'd like to think that he's very capable of bringing a woman to satisfaction.

Even now, sated and not willing to move much, he knows he can't just leave her hanging. "What do you want me to do, to help?"

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Helen laughed a little and gave him a lopsided grin. It felt very girlish and ridiculous, all told, but Ravi did make her feel very young in a way she hadn't in a long, long while. It was a refreshing feeling. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair back off his forehead.

"Fingers will do nicely," she said, a little out of breath still. "If you'd be so inclined?"

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He has some excellent fingers, if he does say so himself, having been praised for them by many a lover that he'd done sex with, in the past, mainly because of how lean and long they are. He shifts a little so he can get his fingers to do what his cock is too soft to help with, alternating between index and middle finger rubbing attentively and the soft pressure of his thumb.

"Maybe next time, the mouth?" he offers, though he knows not all women like that, what with his beard.

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Helen laughed but it trailed off into a sigh as the promise of his fingers was fulfilled - the long, slender shape of them was absolutely perfect for this particular activity and she was already so, so close.

"Mouth, yes. I just didn't know how you felt considering...I'm already a mess." It was breathless and utterly unlike her but she'd already been worked up and primed for this so stringing proper sentences together was becoming a bit too difficult for her to manage.

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"Who isn't a mess, here?" Ravi points out, because they've just come from a magical feast that provided all their things that they've just about polished off in bed. "Next time," he guarantees, needing a little while longer to get the energy to go again, which isn't something he's proud of, but he's not a young whippersnapper by any means, anymore.

He keeps working, kissing her seeing as she never seems to mind the beard there, all while he keeps a steady go of it, not letting his pace up for a second.