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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]

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."

[zomboligist]

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?"

[notsocommon]

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?"

[zomboligist]

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.

[notsocommon]

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.

[zomboligist]

"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.