First Family Dinner at Khaat's

"I hope so," she smiled. She unwrapped the paper protecting the box and opened the box to show two gold rings--gold bands encircled with rubies, a man's and a woman's. "My father gave these to me when I turned 21, telling me I could share this set with whoever I chose. I'd like to share it with you. The rings are enchanted. They are a matching set. When the mate's wearer is in danger or injured, the stones turn from ruby to emerald. If it is mortal danger or death, the stones turn to onyx. With this, we would know if the other was in danger or injured and needed help. I'd like to share it with you--if you'll have it." She stretched out the man's ring to him.

"Of course I will." he murmured, taking the ring from her hand. Robert slid it onto one of his fingers on his right hand and took the slightly smaller and more feminine one from the box. He lifted Khaat's hand up and slid it onto her finger with a small smile. He took the box from her hand and placed it on the desk. He pulled Khaat to him and claimed her lips in his own. He was slow and undemanding, making it about her and not about him or at least he hoped he was. After a while Rob broke the kiss and smiled almost dreamily at Khaat. "You are utter perfection." he whispered, letting his hand drift under her shirt and drift the soft skin on the small of her back.

She unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt to kiss his chest. "I hope you'll stay tonight," she whispered, "I really don't want you to go. You know, I almost sent you roses on the first day of class, but I didn't want the students to start something. I don't think women are the only ones who should have flowers."

"I'll stay for as long as you want me." Robert murmured, nibbling on the skin of her neck. He chuckled a little when she mentioned the flowers and trailed kisses up her neck and along her jaw. He kissed the corner of her mouth and decided to tease her by edging closer to her mouth with each feather light kiss before pulling away and kissing back down her neck and along the top of her shoulder until the shirt got in the way. He nudged it a bit with his nose before lifting his head up again.

"I'm sure I could have come up with something. 'Yes class, I have roses on my desk as a way of celebrating Lucius Malfoy and his love for his master because when Voldemort returned in 1995 he was disappointed in Lucius so to make it up to his master, Lucius sent Voldemort roses.' That would have gone down brilliantly, love. However, its probably just over inflated egos and excessive testosterone, the reason men don't get flowers I mean. I don't know, I always liked the way Lilies smelt."

"Me too," She agreed. "You know, you keep this up, and we might end up being very late for dinner. Remind me to get some perfume that smells like lilies." She edged his shirt open a little farther and kissed his chest and his neck softly, soft little brushes of her lips against his skin, her fingertips tracing his well toned muscles.

(I'm starting to wonder if we should have written 'vaguely mature due to steamy kisses and exposed flesh in the study' on the description. However, as per the issue of Robert running out of skin I am going to god-mod clothing here and say Khaat is wearing a button-down blouse thing. Lol)

He felt like a god for saken teenager that had just explored the world of girls and graphic magazines for the first time. Madly aroused and just out of his tree, drowning in lust. Maybe it wasn’t the best analogy he could have come up with but it was pretty damn close. The monumental differences being the fact that the intoxicating woman that was the cause of his turmoil was in his arms before him and he had a feeling that with a few whispered words and butterfly kisses he could get her to bend to his will. He was insane. It had to be that. That or he was just really in love with the woman before him. The awful thing was that she was driving him bonkers and seemed oblivious to the fact.

Robert opened a few buttons of Khaat’s blouse and gently tugged on the arms, pulling the material off of her shoulders. He could see the gentle swell of her breasts straining against their material restraints but he wasn’t interested at that moment in time. Trailing kisses once more along her neck, he let his lips drift across her shoulder blade as his hand which was resting on the skin that the blouse still desperately clung to began to drift up, moving more of the material down as it made its ascent.

“Dinner does not matter.” he mumbled against her skin, as he pulled her closer. “I’m sure those kids can cook something or go to the Three Broomsticks. They still make food as far as I know. Besides, I’m currently quite busy so dinner, I’m sure, can wait.”

(I don't think I actually know where the PG-13 rating boundry line is now. I don't think I've jumped over that just yet though. Pretty close. xD)

"Have it your way," She whispered, waving her hand to seal the doors so they could be alone as long as they wanted. "Now they'll have to do without the grownups. I'm all yours." With another wave, she dimmed the lights to a single flickering candle on a table across the room. Now she was free of every distraction, and she was all his for as long as he wanted.

Robert swallowed and smirked. He liked Khaat’s thinking and he drew up some silencing charms with a flick of his wand. Rob threw it into the corner of the room. He didn’t need the little ones hearing them. As much as he wanted to tell the world that Khaat was his it did pose a problem. Not only would he never be left alone but he wasn’t too keen on telling everyone about his personal life. He was selfish, selfish man and wasn’t going to share anything he had - especially not Khaat. He felt like a child at Easter trying to hide his chocolate from his cousins.

He unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and gently pulled it away. Robert was in heaven or some random, sex in a study sort of heaven. Maybe all of his teenage librarian fantasies were taking some sort of random type of reality - who knows. He had all of that milky white skin to himself and he would be as greedy as he possibly could. Rob ran his hand across her stomach and moved up from there, letting his hand drift across the swell of her breasts but not linger. Robert kissed Khaat gently before drifting down, marking every part of her ivory skin with a kiss.

Robert kneeled down and kissed every inch of her skin as he got closer to her hips. His fingers tip-toed up her spine and he expertly undid the clasp of her bra. He threw it over to where his wand and her blouse were lying and he dropped kisses back up along her skin as he made his way back up, lingering a little bit longer than he had intended when getting acquainted with her chest. He smirked a bit to himself and claimed Khaat’s lips once more, pulling her flush against him. Robert’s fingers drifted to the button of her jeans and he pulled away to look at Khaat, seeking what he hoped would be acceptance and for her to be completely sure that, that was what she wanted. Finding exactly what he wanted in her eyes Robert kissed her once more before pulling at the button of her jeans and tugging the offending material down.

She kicked her jeans aside and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and soon made a pile of laundry on the floor, a combination of his and hers. This was a whole different kind of study. Time to study each other, their bodies, their hearts, and time to belong and to love. She couldn't remember feeling so loved, so warm and so content. She had not envisioned finding someone who would love her, but here he was, and she found she couldn't picture her life without him in it now. It felt oddly safe and completely perfect, and she was savoring every kiss and every caress. This was different--something special to be treasured and kept somehow forever. He was loving and sensitive and gentle, and she loved him and everything about him, including all his boyish ways. She loved all of him, just as he was.

And then she found herself laying beside him, sharing the sofa, skin to skin. She kissed his chest very softly as he slept. She was content to be here and for all to be quiet and peaceful. She didn't want to make any move to wake him. It was perfect just as it was. She would be content to stay here like this with him forever.

He woke some time later and he found Khaat in his arms completely devoid of all clothing. He blinked a few times and wondered what had happened when it came back to him. A smile settled on his lips and he began to play with some of Khaat’s hair. He glanced over at the windows and saw the moon high in the sky. He was still quite sleepy but he could deal with it. She was enough to keep him awake - to keep him alive. Rob let his hand warm her skin and he clicked his fingers, summoning a blanket from where ever the one on the couch had been thrown. He reached out when the blanket came into view and he took it out of the air. Robert draped it over the two of them and pulled it over Khaat slightly more than necessary. He closed his eyes once more and let himself dream without actually falling into a comfortable slumber. It was probably because the couch wasn’t as soft and comfy as it could have been but he was fine with it. He’d be a bite stiff by morning but he’d deal with it and smile the whole time.

“Earth’s priceless treasures –
Wealth beyond my wildest dreams...
Worthless, without you.” He murmured, reciting the old Haiku that he was fond of. Rob closed his eyes once more and continued to play with Khaat’s hair, this time beginning to rub circles on her thigh.