[ Usually, Magnus wouldn't mind this at all. Usually, it would be a simple matter of making a portal to connect them back to Magnus' apartment, the Eiffel Tower, the Taj Mahal, anywhere they liked. But this is a different planet, a different time. Magnus has no idea what's outside of this chamber, not really, and therefore no way of knowing where he would be sending them.
He lets the shield drop and tentatively starts to step over debris towards the former entrance. ]
I suppose I could magic away the rocks. But that might take a while.
( she stepped away for a moment, surveying the room, trying to put awsy her frustrations at the fact that this date wasn't exactly going to plan.
not that many ever did but she'd wanted to show magnus something wonderful, give him a different kind of thrill and then-- he may have been absolutely right when he'd joked about fucking in the catacombs. that was never far from her mind with him.
when river turns back to him she's smiling, reaching to rest her hands on his hips as she approaches from behind )
I could think of a few things to do in that time.
( and maybe after her vortex manipulator might be able to get them out. never could be certain with this kind of time travel and older places )
[ He honestly starts slightly, at the same time as the touch but more for her words than anything physical. Trust River -- Hell, trust both of them to think of other activities at a time like this. Perhaps it's because they're both immortal, basically, and have a hard time believing in their own death. Refuse to believe that it will come so soon as now.
(Or, in the case of River, perhaps she's seen her own death. Who knows? Magnus doesn't.)
Whatever the cause, there's a thrill here, a spike of adrenaline that they can both appreciate in ways most might not.
( she goes straight for it, knowing that he's amenable. it wouldn't be the first time that they'd fucked before the end of the date.
she kisses his shoulder, pressing herself closer as ber hands slide across his body. one comes to rest on his stomach whilst the other just reaches to his groin, cupping him with a light squeeze )
What did you want to do to me before?
( because he always has ideas. now it was his turn to put her at his mercy )
[ He gives an equally light, but low, groan at the contact. River has a way about her. Exciting and spicy and adventurous. He might not know exactly where he stands with her in the grander scheme of things, but he knows for certain where they stand in each second. And that's also an aphrodisiac for him: to find someone on the same page.
His hand covers her and he spins around as he tugs her close. His fingers are wrapped around her wrist and his free hand moves to grab her hip. He smiles down at her. ]
I should pay you back for what you did to me earlier. That was mean, my darling.
( though river has no allusions about what she'd done. her plan had been to tease him, to make it almost torturous. she's smiling at the contact, her mind racing with ideas )
I don't remember you complaining. ( pleading wasn't really complaining. and river is very interested in seeing what he has planned.
whilst he may have one hand occupied river is quick to tease with her other, running her fingers over his waist, trailing lower but, as she'd done earlier, purposefully avoiding his cock )
[ He smirks as he says it, practically laughing at the words. He is, in fact, very obedient, but he is far, far from a good boy. ]
But if I had my way...
[ He grabs at her other hand and pushes her back until they hit the crumbled heap of a wall. It's not exactly smooth to the touch, but it's not going to hurt her either. ]
( the contact surprises her but in a way that river loves. it's very rare for her to relinquish control, even to someone that she trusts such as magnus. it's on these rare occasions, the times where she almost wants someone to pull her apart, that she's thrilled, desire reflected in her expression )
You'll have to work for it.
( it's not going to be fun for either of them if river just lets him have it so easily. a challenge is always more satisfying. the wrist he'd first captured wriggles in his grasp, trying to move, to grab back at him )
[ Never let it be said that Magnus Bane is above cheating. Because he definitely is not. Perhaps it's because in his mind, using his magic isn't exactly cheating. He makes no secret of it. So really River shouldn't be surprised when Magnus uses his superior strength to push her wrist above her head, then squeezes. A flash of yellow mist and her hand is pinned quite securely to the space above her head. ]
( there's an almost gasp, her smile wise, river testing the bond that her hand has now found itself in )
If you wanted handcuffs all you had to do was ask.
( because let it be known that river always carries handcuffs with her even if it doesn't seem like she could fit them anywhere on her person.
she's undeterred, trying to reach him, to put him off even a fraction with any part of her that she can. her hands might be out of action but their bodies are still pressed close. she straightens a little, shifting her leg. it brushes against his thigh as she moves, before coming to rest pressing against his cock )
[ He lets slip a little groan as he feels the pressure of her leg against him. He rolls his hips, the delicious friction of their bodies together inspiring his cock to fill.
Magnus grabs at her other hand. River's strong, make no mistake, but Magnus is too and has magic on his side. He doesn't fasten it to the wall as he did before, but holds onto it, pushes it to the side so she can still try to fight.
He leans in and seals his mouth over hers, hungry and demanding. ]
( she lets the fight drop momentarily, leaning into the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. she's greedy, more so with knowing that he was going to take his time with what he had planned which only made her crave his touch more.
she continues to rub at his cock with her leg, encouraging him, trying to feel him, even hurry him along.
if river played nice she'd wait, let his plan unfold but she isn't a good girl. she pulls her tongue back, nipping at his lip with her teeth. she knows that whatever's coming is going to be good but good isn't always enough )
[ He groans loudly into the kiss, the taste of her combined with her body pressing against his practically too much to deal with at the moment. His cock begins to fill under her ministrations, hardening against her. His hips roll as he ruts against her, wanting more.
Yes, he has plans. Had plans. But she's so tempting, so intoxicating that Magnus is tempted to throw out those plans for something equally fun and enjoyable, if different. ]
Angel, but you're a bad girl, aren't you? [ His hands skim up her sides until they find her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her shirt and bra, massaging them. ]
I should punish you. I shouldn't give you what you want.
( river laughs, both at his comment and his reaction to her, stilling the motion of her leg but pressing it into him )
You could.
( and stars she would love it, would love his sweet, torturous ministrations though equally she knows that distracting him, getting something for the both of them would be equally pleasurable )
But then you wouldn't get what you want.
( not quite as quickly anyway. her pitch dips lower as his hands work, a low moan, river leaning herself further into his touch, wanting more of his touch, his teasing )
[ He finds a tightening nipple through the layers, pinches it lightly, then harder. It occurs to him that they're in an auditorium designed for acoustics, no doubt, and River is quite the screamer. ]
I want a great many things, Ms. Song. You don't know all of my desires.
( river could also do more than that. she brings her hands up, fingers grazing up his face before settling at his temples. does he know about this little part of her, that she's mildly telepathic? considering how infrequently river used it, even less so in a moment so intimate, it's likely that it's never come up.
Or I could find out.
her words are pushed into his mind, that same voice of hers that he's come to know. it's trust that he'll react well but considering how much he already knows of her, and how frequently they do this, she believes that he can. and if not she doesn't have to do it again )
[ It's surprise alone that makes him jerk back slightly, just enough to dislodge River's fingers and give them some breathing room between them. It's not that he wants that, though, so just as quickly he's leaning back in, grasping River's hand to place it right back where it was.
Usually, he's not a fan of telepathy. It's rare, of course, that he ever encounters it, but the thought of someone digging around in his mind, seeing things that he keeps so closely hidden, terrifies him.
But with River... she's got her own terrible side. And he trusts her to be as superficial as he wants to be at a moment like this. She'll only skim the surface. And if she doesn't, there will be hell to pay.
So he presses her fingers to his temple and thinks back:
Aren't you full of surprises? with a wave of pleasure, approval, excitement accompanying the thought. ]
( when he pulls back she hesitates, studying his expression, wondering if she'd gone too far and the moment was gone. he may know her intimately, know of such srange things as this but knowing and feeling them were very different.
so when he returns river can't help but look as relieved as she feels, slipping a smile bsck in to her lips as she presses her fingers just a little firmer.
You have no idea.
for every little thing that he manages to uncover about her river has many more secrets and surprises hidden away. it's rumoured on some planets that that's the secret to her hair.
rather than skim his mind river lets her own thoughts float across, letting him almost feel what he's causing in her. she wanted his fingers to pinch again, for his mouth to move lower )
[ Magnus groans at the images seeping into his head, the feelings overwhelming him. He doesn't know how to do this, how to hold back or slow the flow, so he's relying on River here, but he also doesn't know how to handle what she's giving him. So he lets it flow over him and follows the instructions.
His fingers tighten, harder and twist, as his mouth finds River's neck again. He nips at the delicate skin, sucking briefly, trying to leave marks like they're teenagers. He also, shamelessly, ruts against her leg, his own slipping between her thighs. Yes, very much like a teenager. ]
( she has to pull back, letting her hands fall from his temples. she's inexperienced with her telepathy, even intuitively knowing what to do, but it requires control. normally river's fine but right now that focus isn't there, river gasping at his pinches, and she doesn't want to overwhelm him.
she lets her hands fall to his neck, fingers running up to his hair as she parts her legs to give him better access, hips jerking to try and find some friction. any patience that river had was long gone.
if their minds were still connected he'd have ended up with one final demand: make her scream )
[ It's that thought echoing through his head as her mind seems to leave his and he has every intention of seeing it done. His hands move now in harmony, frantically trying to divest her of her jacket, her top, letting her up only enough to help the fabric slide from her body. He undoes her pants too, but only to let his hand slide in past her panties, find her clit between his fingers and begin to rub. He's not slow and teasing but pushes down firm and moves his hand fast. His lips have moved down now, from her neck to her breasts, seizing around the previously fondled nipple and sucking as his tongue swirls around the nub. ]
( there's a low laugh as her clothes fall from her, river moving with his hands to help hurry it along. and then his touch is on her again, both tongue and fingers teasing and she rocks her hips into his hand, letting her head tip back. she pushes her fingers through his hair, nails running over his head, her breath catching between both motions )
[ Teeth accompany tongue, nipping lightly and carefully at her nipple until he feels more confident in tugging it, harder and harder, playing with her. His free hand pinches and pulls at the other, and he moans with satisfaction each time her breath catches, each time he can hear her pleasure.
He presses a single finger through her folds, sliding inside of her as his thumb works her clit. ]
( her pitch tips higher, a noise slipping from her lips that river would never ordinarily admit to being from her. but she's content, pressing into his hands, her own lightly scraping down his head towards his shoulders )
Why-- ( pause, her eyes fluttering shut ) --am I the only one without my clothes on?
( or most of them. not that she's complaining, he is exactly where he should be but she also has her own ideas in mind. if he'll give her a chance to act on them. though should her hands manage to continue travelling lower she'll find his pants just out of reach )
[ The response is growled, a tinge of authority in his voice. There's a thin sense of power that comes from having her undressed, her at his mercy and him at least appearing to be in control, finely dressed as he is. He wants to take her apart and keep himself put together. That's not so wrong, is it?
He adds another finger, fucking her faster and faster, curling his fingers to encourage more moans from her. ]
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[ Usually, Magnus wouldn't mind this at all. Usually, it would be a simple matter of making a portal to connect them back to Magnus' apartment, the Eiffel Tower, the Taj Mahal, anywhere they liked. But this is a different planet, a different time. Magnus has no idea what's outside of this chamber, not really, and therefore no way of knowing where he would be sending them.
He lets the shield drop and tentatively starts to step over debris towards the former entrance. ]
I suppose I could magic away the rocks. But that might take a while.
gasp. for shame
not that many ever did but she'd wanted to show magnus something wonderful, give him a different kind of thrill and then-- he may have been absolutely right when he'd joked about fucking in the catacombs. that was never far from her mind with him.
when river turns back to him she's smiling, reaching to rest her hands on his hips as she approaches from behind )
I could think of a few things to do in that time.
( and maybe after her vortex manipulator might be able to get them out. never could be certain with this kind of time travel and older places )
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(Or, in the case of River, perhaps she's seen her own death. Who knows? Magnus doesn't.)
Whatever the cause, there's a thrill here, a spike of adrenaline that they can both appreciate in ways most might not.
He smirks over his shoulder at her, knowing. ]
Do tell.
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she kisses his shoulder, pressing herself closer as ber hands slide across his body. one comes to rest on his stomach whilst the other just reaches to his groin, cupping him with a light squeeze )
What did you want to do to me before?
( because he always has ideas. now it was his turn to put her at his mercy )
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His hand covers her and he spins around as he tugs her close. His fingers are wrapped around her wrist and his free hand moves to grab her hip. He smiles down at her. ]
I should pay you back for what you did to me earlier. That was mean, my darling.
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( though river has no allusions about what she'd done. her plan had been to tease him, to make it almost torturous. she's smiling at the contact, her mind racing with ideas )
I don't remember you complaining. ( pleading wasn't really complaining. and river is very interested in seeing what he has planned.
whilst he may have one hand occupied river is quick to tease with her other, running her fingers over his waist, trailing lower but, as she'd done earlier, purposefully avoiding his cock )
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[ He smirks as he says it, practically laughing at the words. He is, in fact, very obedient, but he is far, far from a good boy. ]
But if I had my way...
[ He grabs at her other hand and pushes her back until they hit the crumbled heap of a wall. It's not exactly smooth to the touch, but it's not going to hurt her either. ]
You'll give me what I want, River Song.
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You'll have to work for it.
( it's not going to be fun for either of them if river just lets him have it so easily. a challenge is always more satisfying. the wrist he'd first captured wriggles in his grasp, trying to move, to grab back at him )
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I'm always up for a challenge.
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If you wanted handcuffs all you had to do was ask.
( because let it be known that river always carries handcuffs with her even if it doesn't seem like she could fit them anywhere on her person.
she's undeterred, trying to reach him, to put him off even a fraction with any part of her that she can. her hands might be out of action but their bodies are still pressed close. she straightens a little, shifting her leg. it brushes against his thigh as she moves, before coming to rest pressing against his cock )
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Magnus grabs at her other hand. River's strong, make no mistake, but Magnus is too and has magic on his side. He doesn't fasten it to the wall as he did before, but holds onto it, pushes it to the side so she can still try to fight.
He leans in and seals his mouth over hers, hungry and demanding. ]
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she continues to rub at his cock with her leg, encouraging him, trying to feel him, even hurry him along.
if river played nice she'd wait, let his plan unfold but she isn't a good girl. she pulls her tongue back, nipping at his lip with her teeth. she knows that whatever's coming is going to be good but good isn't always enough )
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Yes, he has plans. Had plans. But she's so tempting, so intoxicating that Magnus is tempted to throw out those plans for something equally fun and enjoyable, if different. ]
Angel, but you're a bad girl, aren't you? [ His hands skim up her sides until they find her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her shirt and bra, massaging them. ]
I should punish you. I shouldn't give you what you want.
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You could.
( and stars she would love it, would love his sweet, torturous ministrations though equally she knows that distracting him, getting something for the both of them would be equally pleasurable )
But then you wouldn't get what you want.
( not quite as quickly anyway. her pitch dips lower as his hands work, a low moan, river leaning herself further into his touch, wanting more of his touch, his teasing )
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[ He finds a tightening nipple through the layers, pinches it lightly, then harder. It occurs to him that they're in an auditorium designed for acoustics, no doubt, and River is quite the screamer. ]
I want a great many things, Ms. Song. You don't know all of my desires.
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( river could also do more than that. she brings her hands up, fingers grazing up his face before settling at his temples. does he know about this little part of her, that she's mildly telepathic? considering how infrequently river used it, even less so in a moment so intimate, it's likely that it's never come up.
Or I could find out.
her words are pushed into his mind, that same voice of hers that he's come to know. it's trust that he'll react well but considering how much he already knows of her, and how frequently they do this, she believes that he can. and if not she doesn't have to do it again )
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Usually, he's not a fan of telepathy. It's rare, of course, that he ever encounters it, but the thought of someone digging around in his mind, seeing things that he keeps so closely hidden, terrifies him.
But with River... she's got her own terrible side. And he trusts her to be as superficial as he wants to be at a moment like this. She'll only skim the surface. And if she doesn't, there will be hell to pay.
So he presses her fingers to his temple and thinks back:
Aren't you full of surprises? with a wave of pleasure, approval, excitement accompanying the thought. ]
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so when he returns river can't help but look as relieved as she feels, slipping a smile bsck in to her lips as she presses her fingers just a little firmer.
You have no idea.
for every little thing that he manages to uncover about her river has many more secrets and surprises hidden away. it's rumoured on some planets that that's the secret to her hair.
rather than skim his mind river lets her own thoughts float across, letting him almost feel what he's causing in her. she wanted his fingers to pinch again, for his mouth to move lower )
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His fingers tighten, harder and twist, as his mouth finds River's neck again. He nips at the delicate skin, sucking briefly, trying to leave marks like they're teenagers. He also, shamelessly, ruts against her leg, his own slipping between her thighs. Yes, very much like a teenager. ]
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she lets her hands fall to his neck, fingers running up to his hair as she parts her legs to give him better access, hips jerking to try and find some friction. any patience that river had was long gone.
if their minds were still connected he'd have ended up with one final demand: make her scream )
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He presses a single finger through her folds, sliding inside of her as his thumb works her clit. ]
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Why-- ( pause, her eyes fluttering shut ) --am I the only one without my clothes on?
( or most of them. not that she's complaining, he is exactly where he should be but she also has her own ideas in mind. if he'll give her a chance to act on them. though should her hands manage to continue travelling lower she'll find his pants just out of reach )
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[ The response is growled, a tinge of authority in his voice. There's a thin sense of power that comes from having her undressed, her at his mercy and him at least appearing to be in control, finely dressed as he is. He wants to take her apart and keep himself put together. That's not so wrong, is it?
He adds another finger, fucking her faster and faster, curling his fingers to encourage more moans from her. ]
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