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RAVE

“ A re you ok?” Rave held the door open to his apartment as Sylvie walked through.

“Yep,” she answered through gritted teeth.

“I could use a run,” Rave tried.

Sylvie nodded and headed into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Loudly, not sure if it was only for him or not yet, “So I’m just gonna get ready.” He started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked into his own room.

He was tying his shoes on the couch when he heard her door open. He looked up taking her in from shoes to hair. He smiled as he finished with his laces, she was definitely coming with him.

“What?” she asked self-consciously.

He stood, “glad you’re coming.”

As they headed toward the door, Sylvie said, “I don’t run as fast as you. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I’m in no rush,” he answered locking the door and turning toward the stairs.

“I just-"

He spun on her, his hands holding her face, “I’m here for you.” He pointed next to her feet, “I’ll stay right here.” They both knew he was not talking about just the workout. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. He had her back against the wall in two steps. She felt his hard on, her self-control disappearing, and broke their kiss. “Fuck,” He muttered. He met her gaze, “tell me you want me.”

“Yeah,” she assented quietly, nodding. He reached down, hooked her legs, flung her over his shoulder, headed back upstairs.

He kicked the door to the apartment shut and headed toward her room. He flung her onto the bed sideways, knelt down to pull her shoes off. He pulled his shirt off as he stood, leaned down stripped her shorts, stepping out of his shoes, dropping his shorts as she pulled off her shirt. She unzipped the front of her sport bra as he came over the top of her. He settled his weight as they kissed. Both breathless and wanting, he pulled back. Her hips bucked up when he latched onto her left breast. His left hand covered her right breast, rolling her nipple; “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sylvie moaned arching her body into his. She scrambled out from under him so that she was stretched out along the length of the bed. He followed her, his mouth possessive on hers.

He rolled when she pushed, as she straightened, she slid his dick into her. Rave grit his teeth, slammed his eyes shut, sucked in his breath feeling his shaft enveloped. She was wet, tight, and fucking hot. Sylvie took hold of the headboard, her breasts hanging over Rave’s face when he opened his eyes. He sucked a nipple greedily, his hands grabbing hold of her hips. Sylvie rocked forward, throwing her head back; “you’re so sensitive,” He muttered as he broke contact with her skin, his hands kneading her breasts. She rocked back feeling his balls against her butt. His hands ran down her sides, settling at her waist and helping her find his rhythm.

They were laying on the bed. Sylvie was half draped over Rave, “Why in here?”

“You don’t sleep in here. Figured if there were any problems it wouldn’t stop you from coming to my room during the night.”

“Blunt. Probably not wrong.” After a pause, “Guess it’s a good thing they didn’t ask anything more than if we’d had sex.”

Rave sighed, “I was pissed. How do they figure that’s the way? Decide to discredit you by painting you as a slut.” Sylvie set her lips and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Sylvie shook her head, “I’m not getting into this argument. You are faced with it because of me right now; otherwise, you’d be oblivious to it. This is normal for females. It’s not even a briefing point by the lawyer, except to ask about it so they won’t be surprised.”