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Ravi's skin is hot against Pip's and he mouths at the expanse of her outstretched throat as she lolls her head back against the pillows.
"Ravi," she gasps, pawing at the brown skin of his biceps.
He grips a rough hand under her thigh and lifts, hooking her knee over his waist as he rolls his hips into hers. "Fuck, I've missed you so much," he groans, spreading wet kisses across her collarbone and shoulder. "Two weeks is too long; seeing you every other weekend isn't enough."
She whines, arching her back off the bed. Her active mind flashes only momentarily to the possibility of her dormmate walking in before she remember she put a sock on the locked door and lets her worries fuzz away with the delicious stretch and friction of Ravi inside her.
He's got that hand on her thigh and the other next to her head, supporting his body above hers.
He pulls his facer away from her neck and kisses her chin. "Look at me, baby," he pants.
She forces her head down, running hands up to scratch the back of his neck. He groans, leans down and captures her lips in a hard kiss.
Both their bodies are burning by now, movements becoming sloppy as they both feel themselves nearing their peaks.
She tugs at his hair, anchoring his head to hover just above hers. "I love you so much," she pants, swallowing moans.
He slips the hand on her thigh between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Pip makes a please squeak of a noise, twitching and trembling.
"You're so good for me, so good, so perfect," Ravi babbles breathlessly.
The room is dark, lights turned off, only setting sunlight filtering through cracks in the closed curtains illuminating their bodies. The room is hot and stuffy, the aesthetic of sex in the air.
The duvet is up to Ravi's waist, covering their bodies just enough to make the moment that much more their own. The bed is creaking, moving with each of his rhythmic movements.
They comer at the same time with desperate whines and whimpers of each other's names like repeating a practiced dance they're worked to perfect.
He rides her through it, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head and her body spasm. "That's it, baby, that's it," he praises, kissing her cheek, her nose, her eyelids when they fall close as she comes down.
Two more stuttered, slow thrusts of his hips and he lets out a final grunt, pulling out and rolling off her. He fits his tall, lanky body in next to her on her twin-sized bed, if not with a little trouble.
He glances over at Pip, seeing her far away gaze up at the ceiling. Disposing of the condom, he slings his arm over her naked stomach, resting his chin on her shoulder. "What are you thinking about?" he asks, tracing shapes with his fingertips on her waist.
"Murder," she says simply.
A burst of a breath against her neck that could be a laugh or sigh. "You're thinking about murder right after we've had sex?"
She turns her head to him, brushes his hair back gently. "My podcast," she explains. "I told you I wanted to start a true crime podcast? I'm just planning out what cases to cover. If I cover well-known cases then I have the advantage of people being interested in those cases but the disadvantage of everyone already having covered that case but—"
"Do you really have to think about that right after we've had sex?" he sighs, tapping her hip bone with his pointer finger.
She smiles sheepishly, shrugging. "You helped me decide on the name, I was hoping you could help me decide on this, too."
He snorts. "Yeah, I'm sure that's it." But still, he's thinking anyway, tapping her skin and blowing air as he does. "A mix of both," he says. "Start off the first few episodes with famous cases to get listeners, and then when you've got a following, you can start doing lesser-known cases."
She smiles, tilting his head up on her chest to kiss his forehead. "See? I knew you could help me."