Bring on the Wonder ~ Vivian & Rabastan

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian wasted no time after they'd begun kissing, and he felt himself shudder slightly as she told him to show her. And show her he did. But soon enough she fell into her own rhythm and his hands fell by the wayside as he was taken by his need for her.

It was astonishing how simple it was for her to drive him absolutely mad with desire. All she had to do was say this thing or that, kiss him the right way, touch him in a certain way. Sometimes Rabastan wondered if she knew what she was doing all along, if she knew the absolutely kryptonitic affect she had on him.

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They laid together on his bed exhausted, still somewhat entangled to one another. His breathing was even, but heavy, and both of them were glistening with sweat. Vivian had been doing all the work, which Rabastan was almost thankful for. It was alluring to see her in control, to see her want to possess him in the same way he'd possessed her before. He grinned as she said she needed a shower and kissed her lightly before untangling himself from her. He walked over to one of the windows of the bedroom and peered out. It had pretty late and Rabastan hadn't even realized it, but he was happy. Dusk in October was one of the best temperatures he'd ever experienced. He opened the window and allowed a gentle breeze to float into the room. It felt cool and wonderful against his skin that felt like a sauna.

He turned to face Vivian, and stared at her for a moment, admiring her perfect naked figure in his sheets.

"The bathrooms right down the hall," he pointed with his hand before walking back over to the bed and lying down. Logically the both of them should shower. They'd done quite a lot and he was almost positive that he smelled. "Shall I join you?" He smirked in her direction.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian let Rabastan untangle himself from her limbs, and rolled back onto the bed. She lay on her back, a thin white sheet covering her, one long leg laying out of the covers, watching Rabastan as he walked over to the window.

She smiled slightly as she admired the view, and almost instantly wanted him back by her side, even though she was too exhausted to do anything about it. Rabastan opened the window, and a cool breeze drifted in. It felt pleasant on Vivian's sweat soaked skin, and the coolness soon raised a few goosebumps on her arms and legs. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying it. Outside the window everything was completely silent. It was that time of night, when the world seemed to go to sleep. Being awake here and now with Rabastan felt like they were in their own little bubble, like time had stopped and left them here.

Nobody could find them. Nobody could touch them. And as Vivian looked at Rabastan now, at the hard muscles of his back, it seemed impossible that anyone would be allowed to take her from him.

Rabastan pointed out the bathroom, and then walked back over to the bed, laying down next to her. Vivian felt the warmth of his body at once, a stark and pleasant contrast to the cool air coming in from the window. He asked to join her, a smirk playing on his lips. When Vivian had first met him she didn't think she'd seen anyone less likely to crack a smile in her life, but when she spent time with him he did. In the short time she'd known him she had grown to love the devilish smirks he gave her, as though the two of them shared a secret joke.

"It is your house," Vivian pointed out, smiling, "I could hardly stop you." She kissed his lips lightly, breathing him in. He smelled of sweat, and she loved it. "A bath would be better," she said, thinking of how perfect it would be to lay in a hot bath with Rabastan. They could relax, and they could talk. She wanted to talk to him, learn more about him. She'd never experienced that with anyone before. Normally she couldn't care less about hearing about other people. With Theo it hadn't really been an issue, their friendship had grown over time and they had learned about each other that way. But with Rabastan everything had happened so fast, and she wanted to hear more about him, about his life.

Vivian stood up, pulling the sheet with her, grinning as she left Rabastan naked on the bed. She didn't want to get dressed only to strip off again as soon as they got to the bathroom, and although she didn't have a problem with being naked, there was a slight chill in the air. And besides, it was fun to tease Rabastan by covering herself up, while leaving him with nothing. She laughed slightly as she wrapped the sheet around herself, and headed in the direction Rabastan had pointed to earlier, knowing he would follow.

When she reached the bathroom she saw a large, old bath, in the same style as the rest of the cabin. The bathroom was small, and the bath served as both bath and shower. Vivian laughed as she saw one meagre bar of soap on the side, evidence that two men lived here. She bent down to put the plug in, then started running the taps.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian pointed out that this was Rabstan's house, and that she'd hardly be able to stop him and he smirked at her. She made a fair point. The second he went to reach for her though she was gone, and she'd taken all the blankets with her. His hand felt empty sheets and gripped them for second as his eyes caught only a glimpse of her before she was gone, out in the hall. She was teasing him and he knew it. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle before rising to his feet and following down the hall with no covers whatsoever. It was a very good thing Rodolphus wasn't planning on being home any time soon.

He entered the bathroom and his eyes gazed upon her and the tub. A bath did sound relaxing. Vivian had already started running the bath by the time he reached her, and he grinned, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her. His eyes surveyed the tub and the water filling it. How in Merlin's name were the pair of them going to fit in there? To be fair , Vivian was rather small... but Rabastan couldn't remember the last time he'd even attempted to take a bath. Or even thought about it, really. It was a relaxing thing, sure, but it wasn't one that Rabastan found himself thinking about. Ever.

"And how do you expect us to both fit in there, Vivian?" he asked, leaving his place at the door frame to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She was the one with the sheet, after all. He kissed the back and side of her neck gently as his eyes surveyed the tub once more. This was certainly going to be entertaining to say the least.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian smiled as she felt Rabastan's arms around her. He pulled her to her and stood behind her, kissing the back of her neck. Vivian turned her head to kiss him on the cheek, breathing him in and thinking it was a shame he was about to be washed clean; he smelled delicious as he was, especially knowing it was her who'd gotten him into the state. His hair was a mess, as was hers, she was sure.

Vivian glanced in a mirror, and sighed. Her long blonde hair fell almost to her waist, and was thick and shiny, with a gentle wave to it, or curls if she let it dry a certain way. But right now it looked like she'd been pulled through a hedge backwards. If she was going to be getting her hair wet it would be a very good idea to brush out the tangles before hand. Thick, long, wet, tangled hair was not fun. It took forever to brush out, as Vivian knew well. She disentangled herself from Rabastan, and looked around for a brush, but saw only a comb on the counter by the sink. Men.

She grabbed the comb, and then sat down on the edge of the bath as the water ran, and started to tackle her long hair, starting at the ends. Vivian looked up at Rabastan as he started to ask how the two of them would fit in there, and she grinned. Vivian glanced at the bath, which was actually quite large, and then back to Rabastan. For any other two people it wouldn't have been a problem, but Rabastan was over six foot tall, and broad.

"You might need to squish up a little," she said, winking. "But I should be fine." Vivian grinned at him.

Finally her hair was untangled, and the bath was full. Vivian turned off the taps, as steam rose from the bath tub, and put the comb back where she'd found it, along with a few long blonde hairs entangled in it.

"You first," she said to Rabastan, who looked dubious, gesturing for him to get into the bath. He stepped in, and sat down, and Vivian laughed as the bath water rose and over flowed as he did so, drenching the floor. It would be even worse once she got in, but oh well; they could clean it up when they were done with just a wave of either of their wands. Rabastan had to bend his knees to fit into the bath, and he made it look absurdly small. Vivian dropped her sheet onto the floor, not minding that it got wet since Rabastan had already soaked the bottom of it anyway. She climbed in after him (the water overflowing even more as she did so), and after manoeuvring slightly, managed to place herself between his bent legs, her back to him. She lay back against his chest, her long blonde hair floating on the water, looking like gold in the dim light.

"See," Vivian said, looking up at him, and taking on of his hands, entwining her fingers in his. "Perfect." The bath was more Rabastan than water at this point, and Vivian was surrounded by him. She too had to bend her legs slightly, though not as much as Rabastan did, and it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact she was very comfortable indeed, and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat and the feel of him wrapped around her.

Compared to him now Vivian seemed tiny, although she supposed any woman would... in fact Vivian would seem less so than most. She was taller than average, with a strong body and healthy curves. She was slender, yes, but not a little slip of a thing. If anything she looked older than she was, which Vivian supposed was good.
"Does it bother you?" She asked quietly after a minute. "That I'm so much younger than you, I mean?" Rabastan was thirty-six (she had asked Theo), where as she was eighteen. He was exactly twice her age. Vivian didn't care about that, but she wondered what Rabastan thought. They had never discussed it.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian said that he might have to squish a little, but that it should be fine for her and Rabastan couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
Squishing a little bit seemed to be an understatement, but he'd not argue. He'd find a way to fit his frame into that tub, somehow. She walked over and began brushing her hair, which Rabastan was sure was full of knots and he smirked as she began to brush it through. She told him that he was first, and he shrugged, pulling his eyes from her back to the tub. He stared at the still water and smiled a bit.

He made his way over to the tub and sat himself inside, and a good amount of water poured up and over the side, and his knees were squished up. He was sure he looked like a big dog in a small cage or something, and yet somehow all he could do was laugh. He felt so... ridiculous. But soon enough Vivian was getting into the tub and the
water rose even more, splashing a bit more over the sides. She'd bent her legs to conform with his and she leaned her back against his chest. It was one surprisingly comfortable. Rabastan had thought it would be cramped and he would just have to deal with it, but... he was pleasantly surprised. Vivian had a way of doing that to him. She entwined her fingers with his and said it was perfect, and he smiled before kissing her neck gently. IT was perfect, just like she was.

"It is," he agreed simply before closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax in the warm water and the warmth of Vivian's body against his. He inhaled, breathing in her salty, sweaty scent that he knew would soon be gone. But then Vivian was speaking, and he opened his eyes at her question. Did what bother him? But she clarified quickly enough and Rabstan inhaled and exhaled slowly. The immediate answer was no. It didn't bother him in the slightest. She was perfect in his eyes and the fact that she was so young was merely circumstantial.

"No. It doesn't bother me at all. Sometimes... Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm crazy, to think this will all work out. But... all I have to do is look at you for all of those thoughts to go away. You're perfect, Vivian, and that's what matters to me. Not how old you are," he said with a smile before kissing her lightly. He did wonder... did it bother her? He didn't think it did. Well... clearly it couldn't, could it? Would she be here if his age bothered her? No, she likely wouldn't be. But still... he felt like he needed some sort of confirmation that his suspicions were true.

"Does my age bother you?"

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian listened as Rabastan replied, glad that he didnt seem angry or put out by her question. She thought maybe that if her age did bother him he wouldn't be happy that she had brought it up. She knew that if people ever found out about them they would most likely blame and ridicule Rabastan, say that he should have known better, that she was just a child... But she wasnt a child. Not legally, not physically... And it wasnt as though she had been protected when she was a child. She had been exposed to much worse, endured horrors, seen and faced things she had been far too young to understand. Now she did understand, and Rabastan made everything seem better... But it was others who just wouldnt get it.

He said that it didnt bother him, and Vivian smiled. With one hand she played lightly with her hair, sinking it into the water so it was no longer floating. Her hair seemed even longer in the water, and flowed as light as air. Even the hair on the top of her head was damp from the steam. When she stood she knew it would fall almost past her waist, straightened and stretched as it was by the water.

Rabastan kissed her, and Vivian craned her neck to kiss him back. He had said that she was perfect, and that made her smile slightly, even as she kissed him. She had been called perfect before, but she knew Rabastan meant it differently.

"No, it doens't bother me. Not at all," Vivivian replied. She rested her head on his chest once more, but this time she looked up at him. "Not even when we first met. I thought you were... Interesting, even then. But I didn't think you'd want me, because I was half your age. I thought you'd think I was just a child... Well, I knew you could want me," she smiled slightly. Vivian knew that most men would. "8ut not like this... This is different." This wasn't just sex.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian said that she didn't mind his age at all and it brought a smile to his face. She went on to talk of how it didn't even bother her when they first met, and that kept hte smile on his face as well. When they first met it was... it was astonishing. He hadn't trusted her, and he'd been hellbent on not trusting her, truth be told. He hadn't wanted to trust her or like her because of her last name. He had never expected anything like this to sprout from meeting his son's best friend, who he had originally been determined to hate. He knew he had owed it to Theo to give Vivian a chance, and that's exactly what he'd done, and the result was something more tantalizing and beautiful than Rabastan could have ever imagined.

She said that she found him interesting, and he smirked slightly as his eyes stared at hers. Interesting was a word, he supposed. There were several others he could think of to describe his first impression of her. She mentioned that she didn't think he would want her and his brows furrowed. He supposed it was a logical enough conclusion to come to, but there was a part of him that still completely rejected that form of compliance. Sure, people would frown on it, but... Rabastan Lestrange was a Death eater on the run. People would frown on him no matter what he did. His past actions affected him no matter where he went. He would always be a black sheep to the world, but he was okay with that. He was never the type of man to apologize for his actions. He hadn't done anything he considered wrong.


She said that she knew Rabastan could want her... but not like this. That this was different. Rabastan Lestrange was positive truer words had never been spoken. He nodded down toward her with a smile.

"I never considered you a child," he admitted, and it was true. Vivian Blackwell had never been a child in his eyes. Young, maybe, but never a child. She was a woman, a mature woman, a woman capable of things many women weren't. More than being capable of killing, she wanted to kill, a thought that most women wouldn't dare let cross their minds. "The second we started talking there was something different about you. You could relate to me, in a way that no one ever has. You know what it's like to live a life like mine. A child would know nothing of that," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian watched as Rabastan reacted to her words, smiling at the slight smirk on his face. She adjusted her position slightly, so she could still lay on his chest while looking up at his face. She was glad that she had suggested a bath. The water was hot, with steam rising around them, and it was extremely comfortable. Rabastan's arms were around her, his legs on either side of her. She felt completely wrapped up in him, and loved being so close, loved being able to feel every inch of him. Vivian rested on hand on Rabastan's leg, and let it trail slowly up and down, her other hand still entwined in his.

He said that he had never considered her a child, that they shared a connection, that she understood him. Vivian smiled at that. She had felt that same connection too, but it was nice to hear Rabastan speak it out loud. She was sure he had felt it to, and he had told her with his kisses, with his touches, with the way he made love to her. But it was nice to hear him tell her with words, too.

"I felt the same," she said, quietly her eyes still on his. "I felt like you knew me better than anyone. Like you understood." Vivian reached up to kiss Rabastan again, and felt warmth flooding her as she did so. She broke away and kept her face near his, her eyes still closed for a moment, before she opened them and looked into his. "I've never felt anything like I do when I'm with you."

Vivian spoke almost shyly, not at all used to putting herself out there when it came to her emotions. In fact, feeling things, especially things like this, was completely new to her. She wanted to tell him exactly how she felt about him, but she couldn't find the words.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian said she felt the same about him and Rabastan smiled down at her. Her voice was soft and quiet, something that he felt somewhat unaccustomed to. He wasn't used to her being shy at all. Even when they had first met she made sure she was direct, honest, and very sure in her words. And he knew that she was just as sure of the words she spoke now as the words she spoke then, so why the change of tone? It didn't matter much to him. It was just something he noticed. She could be shy about her feelings if she wanted to be and he would not stop her. Rabastan Lestrange, however, was anything but shy.

She said that she felt like he knew her better than anyone and as she kissed him he felt himself wrap his limbs around her, if that were even possible at this point. When she broke away from him her eyes remained closed and Rabastan smiled. She looked almost innocent. Almost. Rabastan knew all too well that innocent was the very last thing Vivian Blackwell could ever be.

She'd never felt anything like she did when she was with him, and he felt exactly the same. When he was with Vivian it felt like he was in an entirely different world. Like time itself had stopped and they didn't have to worry about the fact that he was a fugitive on the run or that she had classes. It was like it would just be the two of them forever, with no ending in site. Like they were infinite and safe when they were together.

"I couldn't have said it better myself. When we're together nothing else matters," he said, smiling down at her. His hair was damp from the steam and stuck to his forehead. He knew the word he wanted to use to describe what all of this was. He knew them very well, but it had been so long since he'd thought them, and even longer since he'd spoken them. And he wondered if it was all too much too soon too fast. This was only the third time they'd seen each other. Could this really be considered...love?

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan kissed her back, and wrapped his arms and legs tighter around her, so she was completely enveloped by him. Vivian had never felt safer, nor more at peace, in her life. She kept her eyes on his face, staying close to him, and wrapped her arms partially around herself so she could hold onto his. Her small hands held him tightly, keeping his arms firmly around her.

When they were together, nothing else mattered. That was it, exactly. Vivian knew her parents couldn't touch her, and she forgot that she had to go back to Hogwarts all too soon. She forgot that Rabastan was a wanted man, that while they may be safe inside this house the world outside was a very different matter. This house was the only place in the world for them. The only place where there was no risk of Rabastan being taken away from her, or vice versa. The only place safe from judging eyes. But when she was here with him it was easy to forget that. It was easy to think that the world belonged to them.

Vivian closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in Rabastan, steadying herself. There was so much going on inside her right now, so much... emotion. She wasn't used to it, but it was good. It felt good. But it also felt dizzying, overwhelming. She wanted to find a way to let it all out, to share it with Rabastan, but words were failing her.

One word floated to the forefront of her mind; love. But Vivian didn't know a thing about that. She didn't even know if she could love. She didn't understand it. Vivian had never loved anyone, and never been loved by anyone... well, not until Theo, and that was different to this. If that was love, it was love of a very different kind, and neither of them had ever said "I love you" to the other.

Vivian opened her eyes, and looked at Rabastan.
"I can't find the words to tell you how I feel about you," she said, her voice quiet. "But I never want to leave you. I'd stay here with you forever..." she trailed off, leaving the last part of her sentence hanging in the air. 'I'd stay here with you forever... if I could.' They both knew that wasn't possible. Maybe she could stay for this weekend, but then she'd have to go back to Hogwarts. Back to an empty bed.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan watched as she closed her eyes, and for a moment he joined her, allowing his thoughts to wander to the realization he'd just stumbled across. Love was something so familiar and so foreign to Rabastan all at the same time. He knew what he had with Cecelia Avery so long ago was love, but even that didn't compare to what he felt for Vivian now. It may have once rivaled it, but that was a lifetime ago and Rabastan had no feelings for that woman or that time of his life anymore. He had moved on and away from that life, away from the boy he was so long ago. He was a man, a completely different man than he was then.

In fact, love seemed to be the only thing that Rabastan the boy and Rabastan the man had in common. It felt like friendship and lust and trust and adoration all rolled into one big, messy, simple thing. Love. Vivian began speaking again, saying that she didn't know how to explain how she felt about him, but there was a shyness in her voice that made him think perhaps she did no. Or maybe she truly did not. After all, hadn't Theo said she didn't have other friends? And the pair of them clearly hadn't been in a relationship, so how would she know what love was? How could she? And then she spoke again, saying that she would stay here forever, and though Rabastan knew what lingered in both of their minds as she let her question hang in there, he did not care.

"So stay then. Forever. Or we can leave. Get Theo, Go somewhere else. Away from Hogwarts, away from war, away from all of this, just the three of us," he said, though even he knew his wants were nothing more than wishful thinking. He could hope, though, that in some alternate reality Vivian might have said yes, might have stayed, and they could have created a beautiful life together. He looked at her for a moment before he kissed her, hard, but not for very long. And when he pulled away he looked at her before inhaling steadily, a thought dancing on the tip of his tongue. Did he say it?

Rabastan had never been a shy man.

"I love you."

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan said that she should stay forever, or that they could run away, the two of them and Theo could go somewhere nobody knew them and have a life. But even as he said it, Vivian knew he didn't believe it could really happen. And he was right. It would never work. For starters, Theo had his life at Hogwarts... he wanted to get his NEWT's, and start a career, probably something to do with potions. He could never do that if they were on the run. And then there were her parents...

"They'd never let me go," she said, quietly. "He has money, connections... they don't care about me, they wouldn't miss me, but they wouldn't let me go, either. They'd find us, eventually, I'd put both of you in danger." If her parents weren't around then Vivian would be free to do what she wanted. No one would follow her, or try to stop her. Yet another reason why she wanted them dead. If they were dead she could be with Rabastan. If they were dead she'd inherit all the money, all the houses, all of her step-dads information and contacts that made him so powerful, and then she'd be the one who would keep Rabastan safe. Maybe she could even find a way to have his name cleared...

But that was a pipe dream. She knew it, and so she forced it from her mind. Even if she could some how kill her parents without being sent to Azkaban for it, clearing Rabastan's name might be outside even her powers.

Vivian forced herself to stop dwelling on it. It hurt her to think of the future they couldn't have together. If only their age difference was their only obstacle.

Rabastan kissed her, and Vivian began to sink into the kiss, but a moment later his lips were gone. She looked at him as he inhaled slowly, and then he spoke.

"I love you."

Vivian felt her heart skip a beat... more than a beat, it seemed to simultaneously stop entirely, while leaping in her chest. No one had ever said that to her before. She stared at Rabastan for a moment, speechless. He loved her. The thought made her feel both ecstatically happy, and terrified. She didn't know what love was. She didn't know what it felt like.

"I can't..." she said, finally, feeling suddenly unable to articulate. "I... I don't know. I love you." Her last words spilled from her mouth almost without her realising she was speaking them aloud, but as she spoke them she knew they were true. She loved him.

Vivian turned so she was facing him fully, so she was no longer turning to look at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss was slow and soft, and yet filled with her need for him.
"I love you," she repeated, speaking quietly against his lips, her voice almost a whisper, and this time it felt even more right than it had before. Vivian wanted to say it over and over again. It made her feel vulnerable, exposed, but with Rabastan she felt safe. She stopped kissing him long enough to look into his eyes, hoping to see some of that same vulnerability in him, too. She wanted to know she wasn't alone in feeling that way; it was all so new to her.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan had almost wanted to look away after the words flew from his mouth. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction to expect from Vivian. And then when she began speaking Rabastan winced slightly. She couldn't. Couldn't what? Couldn't love him? And then she didn't know, and the questions continued to slam into the forefront of his mind until three words erased everything.

"I love you."

His eyes opened the slightest bit more as he stared at her. She turned so she was fully facing him and kissed him. It was slow but full of passion and Rabastan kissed her back with a slow but burning ferocity and she pulled away, whispering the words against his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, longer than when she had kissed him.

"I love you too. I do." He said, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure her or if he just wanted to reinforce it. This was love, and it was a kind of love that Rabastan Lestrange had never known, but it was the only kind he didn't want to ever leave. "And I'll never let anyone hurt you."

He picked her up gently, standing from inside the tub and he held her close to him. He never wanted to let her go.

"Maybe we should go get dressed?" he questioned, looking around the bathroom at the mess they'd managed to make. Her hair was tangled in the comb, the floor was soaked, along with his sheets. They made quite a messy pair, but Rabastan wouldn't have it any other way.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan said that he was never going to let anyone hurt her, and Vivian felt both elated and sad. Rabastan didn't want anyone to ever hurt her, and he wouldn't let them... as long as it was within his power to stop them. And the truth of it was that once Vivian left this house Rabastan couldn't protect her. He couldn't be there, and she wouldn't want him to be, because he would get caught by the Ministry and taken back to Azkaban. She didn't blame him, and she didn't want to point it out, but the thought only reinforced the fact that Vivian didn't want to leave. Thinking about having to leave made her heart sink. But she tried to push it from her mind, and kissing Rabastan provided a marvellous distraction.

He picked her up, taking them out of the bath, and Vivian smiled slightly. Rabastan was so strong that he carried her easily, and it was easy for her to feel protected with him.
"Dressed in what?" she asked, smiling. All they had between the two of them was a very wet sheet. The floor was wet, and Vivian knew they should dry it, but their wands were in the bedroom. Her hair was dripping water onto the floor, not that it mattered since it was already soaked.

Personally Vivian thought that Rabastan was the type of man who should never get dressed. He should just always be naked, preferably within close proximity to a bed. She thought that she may be able to sell him on that, but maybe now wasn't the time. Vivian kissed his chest lightly, and moved her hands on his back, enjoying the feel of his wet skin. She looked up at him, at the man she loved, who loved her back, and felt like she was living in some sort of dream. In such a short time her life had changed completely. She didn't care that he was a Death Eater on the run, she didn't care if he was twice her age. She loved Rabastan Lestrange. Vivian reached up and brushed his wet hair out of his face.

Finally she tore her eyes away from him to scan the bathroom, and saw a towel hanging on a railing. Vivian disentangled herself from Rabastan's arms and crossed the room to get it. She dried her hair a bit to start off with, since it held a lot of water, and it was one thing to get the bathroom floor wet; if she soaked the bed with bath water, that would just be annoying. She dried herself off quickly enough, before walking over to Rabastan and wrapping the towel around his shoulders.
"I'll see you in there," she said, winking, before she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, thinking it was a very good thing that Rabastan's brother seemed to have gone elsewhere for the weekend.

Rabastan's bed was missing a sheet, but it still had covers, and would do just fine. If Rabastan wanted to dry off the sheet and remake the bed then he was welcome to, but Vivian thought they'd manage without. She searched for a moment for her underwear, which Rabastan had pulled off and tossed aside in such haste that Vivian had no idea where they'd gone. Finally she found them on the opposite side of the room, and pulled them on, smiling slightly at the memory of how they had gotten there. After that she walked over to Rabastan's dresser, and opened drawers until she found one with t-shirts in it. She pulled out one that was old and well worn, and looked very comfortable. Vivian pulled it over her head, and it fell to her thighs. It wasn't quite long enough to be modest, but that wasn't really a concern. It smelled like Rabastan, as though he'd worn it so much his scent had become infused in the fabric. Vivian lifted the collar slightly so she could breath it in.

Vivian was sure Rabastan would be in soon, and she walked over to the window, which had been left open, looking out. It was pitch black, but for the stars. She could see all of the surrounding woodland, but no one could see this house, even if there had been someone around to see it. They were safe here. But...

Biting her lip slightly, Vivian looked at the bed. When she slept there tonight with Rabastan she wouldn't have any nightmares. But soon she would have to leave, and go back to an empty bed, where the nightmares could have her again. Having this blissful respite from her real life made it harder to face returning to it all.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan smirked as Vivian ask what exactly they would get dressed in. ”You know what I mean,” he said as she began to disentangle herself from him, heading for the towel. He grinned, watching as she started drying her hair before moving on. Everything she did was beautiful and wonderful. Whatever action, no matter how small, would always be beautiful in Rabastan’s eyes.

She was done drying soon enough and then brought him the towel, saying she’d see him in there. He smirked deviously at her. She always had a way with words, always knowing just the right thing to get him riled up. He merely nodded in response, staring at her as she left the room. Once she was gone he began toweling himself off, only briefly drying his hair with the towel before he threw it on the floor to start soaking up some of the water. He didn’t have plans to clean up that mess tonight, no matter how simple it may have been.

When he was done he walked quietly over to the room where he knew Vivian would be, and watched her silently as she started rummaging through his drawers and found a shirt. It was one of his favorites, and it looked marvelous on her. She then went to the window and started staring out at the forest outside. Rabastan was sure it was a beautiful night, but part of him wondered what she was thinking about. He would always wonder what she was thinking about. Did he have the same effect on her mind as she had on his? Rabastan hoped so.

But then, when she turned she was biting her lip, and Rabastan only needed to briefly glance at her face to realize that whatever was on her mind was not him and was not good. He frowned at her as he walked completely into the room, seating himself on the bed where Vivian had been looking.

”Come here,” he said as he leaned up against the headboard of his bed, his arms open wide to hold her the second she came near enough for him to be able to reach her. ”What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing that something was obviously weighin heavy on Vivian’s mind. She could tell him anything and he would never judge her, and silently he hoped he had shown he that by now. What with everything they’d just talked about, and all they had learned about each other in their short time knowing each other… Well surely that was proof enough that she could tell him anything, right?

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