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Oxford with Iris Part II

As the rain kept falling, they stayed in Charles' hideaway in the library.

Finally though hunger and a touch of stiffness made it seem wise to move on and Charles led Iris to one of his favorite pubs that's close to the river.

It's a place frequented not by scholars of his discipline but my scholars of the mind where he can pick up on new topics without having to worry about having to talk too much about his own work.

They get rained on a little bit and he's laughing as he pulls her into the pub and to a cozy booth near the fire.

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He smiles into her wings, using one hand to ease her dress off as he moves his kisses from her wings to her body.

Their conversation earlier prompts him to move slowly, each kiss and caress purposeful as he savors the feel and beauty of her.

It makes Iris nearly squirm with the intensity of Charles' attentions on her. She hums some nameless melody Euterpe gave her once an age ago, vibrating through her at each touch and slide.

The melody is unexpected, but helps him to feel the effect of each touch.

He moves down her body to worship her in a more direct way by pleasuring her.

Edited 2012-05-16 18:47 (UTC)

The tune dies in Iris' throat, but she's watching Charles as he moves and she's torn between beaming and pulling him closer and all different things.

Don't stop.

" -- love you."

I won't.

He'd answer her with words but his tongue is rather busy and he smiles.

Iris whuffs a laugh, before threading fingers through Charles' hair and letting herself go entirely.

What do you imagine, Iris starts, moving, shifting them both to easier positions, as you think of me when we've parted? Show me.

As he shifts, he gets the rest of his clothing off to move beside her and then he laughs before sharing with her fantasies of her lost in pleasure.

Physical pleasure is new to her and he loves exploring that and sharing the mental connection.

such an adventurer

Iris pushes lightly on Charles' shoulder so that he's on his back. A graceful swing of her leg lets her find purchase across Charles' thighs.

One must always give back to one's teacher.

Yes, daring to teach a goddess.

He lets himself be pushed back and smiles up at her.

"Oh." The only sound she makes, looking down at his smile as Iris goes from thighs to hips and settles downward so easily.

Charles --

Yes, Iris. Tell me what you want.

Once she's positioned, he holds her hips and leans forward to kiss her breasts and lips.

Be loud.

He smiles and relaxes, letting his emotions out more and his voice with a groan of pleasure.

Volume might not be up there (yet) but the intensity of hearing Charles is always heady.

And speed and noise and it's all so human and addicting. He is.

A shift of angle brings Iris closer to Charles' chest when she hears his breathing pick up and he couldn't be more gorgeous.

Charles has always been rather aware of Raven possibly hearing so he tends to not be terribly loud.

It requires a change of habit but mentally he is and he's letting go into the moment, not holding back anything from Iris.

Being this close to Charles makes it easy to touch her lips to his, or to his jaw, or the long lines of bone toward his shoulders. Iris pulls back just enough so that she can see Charles' face. Always a watcher.

His face is always quite expressive as he doesn't like hiding anything and at the moment he's rather dazed with joy.

Iris likes dazed on him. All the muscles in his face look relaxed; he looks so happy and knowing she herself made him this way is something of a miracle to her.

He pulls her down to kiss her and hold her,

"Mm, you're wonderful."

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Full of wonder. Apt.

"You make it easy for me to be so." Shifting, Iris ends up stretched along Charles' left side.

"The same is true of you, Iris. Thank you for being so open with me."

"Of course."

It is the easiest answer, and the most true.

He kisses her again and savors holding her and this lovely day.

"Breakfast tomorrow?"

Translation: Is she going back to Milliways tonight?

"Later," He doesn't want to move at the moment or think about shifting out of bed with her.

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