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Her fingers tugged at his hair, her memory still hazy to how they even got to this. Of course she was always naked so not much effort was made to get where she was. They were probably discussing something about Charles, that always seemed to get them both frustrated, but this position was definitely new for their kind of argument. She urged him on as her fingers continued to rake through his locks of hair, desperate for more of his touch.
Well, at least the bits of affection seemed to shut her up, at least for the moment. As well as they seemed to work together, Charles would forever be the point of contention between them; Raven hated to leave him, that Erik knew. He understood, he really did. But no matter how many times he tried to tell her it was for the better, that at least he wouldn't be hurt any more than he already had... well, they'd certainly had their fair share of scrapes. He was just proud she learned to fight so well in such a short span of time.
The hands in his hair made him shiver as he moved up her legs and over the jut of her hipbones, across her stomach—any stretch of skin he could find. "I can't.." He sighed against her skin, laying his forehead against her navel. He shouldn't be doing this, and he knew it. Manipulating her into taking his side with... whatever this was. His arms curled around her middle as he shut his eyes.
