sampippy | Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

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Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

What was a girl to do when her first year of college was about a week away from being over and she was desperate for one last boost in coolness in the eyes of her peers (namely, her three roommates)? Why, obviously the answer was to invite a guy over! Specifically, a guy she'd slept with like a year ago and who she - let's face it - barely knew aside from that. But he was impressive! Or at least impressively hot, and, also he was nice even if Xanthippe was loathe to admit that was a positive quality in anyone.

So she'd invited Hyacinthe over for a visit. And she'd gone and picked him up on the edge of campus and walked him through it and now they were here, right outside her dorm. It was one of those imposing brown brick buildings, old as rocks and heavy with history.

The sign outside said VOORHEES HALL.

"So, yeah," she said, looking up at the building. At her side, her fingers were fidgeting with the edge of her overly lengthy sleeve. "This is where I live now."

In a building with her last name on it.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the boy mentioned!]

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And to think that just before he said all that, Xanthippe wouldn't have thought she could get any more turned on than she'd already been. Guess she was wrong. And how spectacularly so, because hearing him say those words - words that she was going to be thinking back to when she was alone and needing... inspiration - just seemed to push everything into an even heightened level, every sensation turned up to eleven.

And when that was combined with the physical change for the rougher, well. Since he wanted to see her lose it, he was in luck. She held on for several thrusts, her ragged moans getting a fraction louder with each one - and then unraveled, choking on air as the orgasm hit her, leaving her gasping and clinging to him as she did exactly what he'd wanted her to.

He felt her clench all around him and Hyacinthe couldn't help but give a needy, broken cry. Blessed Elua, she felt wonderful. Even imagining it hadn't come close to the reality. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, not stopping, for three, four, five hard strokes--

Before he too gave into his need and came hard, his hand in her hair and her name on his lips.

So that was what it felt like to get fucked roughky when you were already coming: overwhelming, in the absolute best way. It drew the orgasm out for her, making her shudder and whimper until she could see and hear and feel him come apart on top of her.

He was beautiful like that, by the way. Although everything seemed beautiful to her right now, as she was panting and coming down from her high.

She was counting herself in that assessment, correct? Because to Hyacinthe, she was the most beautiful thing in the room. He sprawled across her, panting and replete, his forehead touching hers and gave Xanthippe a bright, roguish smile--one that was a little tired and dopey around the edges.

That had taken a fair bit out of him, yes.

"You are exceptional," he murmured, stroking a curl between his fingers.

"I'm pretty sure you say that to, like, everyone," Xanthippe mumbled. But her smile was on the soft side all the same. Because even if he did say that to everyone, he was still saying that to her, right now, so she was allowed to feel good about it.

"I should probably be saying it back to you, too."

"Not hardly!" he said with a laugh. "No more than I use the same endearments for people, cherie. That's...what 'tis the word? Tacky? I tell you that you are exceptional because you are," he said, his thumb tracing over her lips. "You are not forgettable, Xanthippe. Were you, I'd not be here. But I am, because I wanted to get to know you better."

He grinned, nuzzling her neck. "And enjoy you more," he added. "Cannot say that did not cross my mind."

"Oh."

Such a pleased little sound.

"I mean, I was kinda surprised you even came here," she admitted, sort of trying to hide her face in his hair, now. "I mean... It's been a year."

And yes, yes, he'd just said she wasn't forgettable but all the same, it'd been just the one night.

Yes and after that one night, he'd been intrigued. That was something like catnip for a hearty Tsingano lad.

"Did you think I'd forget?" he asked softly. "Or that I'd gotten all that I'd wished?"

Xanthippe shrugged, vaguely. As much as she could without moving too much, anyway. She was pretty comfortable where she was.

"I just thought you probably had, like, easier company around." She didn't even mean that in a slang sense of 'easy'. Just people who were on the island or near it, and who he probably knew better. "Like maybe you'd be too busy."

"Most of those I cared for graduated with you," Hyacinthe said softly, shifting out of her. He took care of the condom, disposing of it carefully, then eased back alongside her.

Then, after a split second of thought, pulled her closer and tucking his arm around her. "The only one who did not was Dante and he practically moved out of the dorms last summer. Your invitation was timely, cherie. Gave me aught to look forward to."

Xanthippe curled up against him some. Cuddling was, funnily enough, yet another thing she didn't get enough of.

"I'm happy you came here," she murmured. Just in case there was any doubt about that. "Today's already pretty much better than the whole year here's been." Slight exaggeration, but sex-wise, definitely. "I don't think you should leave."

"All right," Hyacinthe said, amused. "But you shall have to explain it to my mother and Phedre both why they are there and I am not."

"Do they read emoji?" she asked. "Because I could probably explain it in emoji." As opposed to any human words, because that way lay mortification. "There'd probably be a lot of eggplants. Also, maybe a horse..."

She was enough of a nerd that even though she was obviously joking, she also halfway looked like she was trying to figure out which emoji she'd use, regardless.

Hyacinthe burst out laughing. "I don't even speak this 'emoji,'" he said. "Though that sounds like something I ought be thanking you for saying."

Xanthippe paused, her lips parted and her brow furrowed as she parsed that. Because she hadn't even thought of it like that.

But now she did. So her eyes widened a little.

"Oh! Oh, that was supposed to be a play on 'riding'." Because that would be a part of why he should stay, clearly. Still, she her expression turned into a smirk. Kind of a vague one, like she wanted to hide the urge to. "But, that other thing -- I could, I think, see myself saying that? I mean, you're not small."

"I am fine not being 'gargantuan,' either." Haycinthe said, still highly amused. "So long as my partner is deriving pleasure, I am satisfied." Ba-dum tsh. "And so you wish to inform my mother that you're too busy riding me to let me attend my graduation? Why, Xanthippe, I'd no idea you were so bold."

Xanthippe blushed. Guess they'd discovered the limit in her joking boldness.

At least she didn't stanmer, though. "Well, only if she couldn't, like, actually read emoji."

"She cannot," Hyacinthe said with a small grin. "Nor can she read English, for that matter, nore speak more than a few words. But Phedre can, so she is the one you'd have to worry about."

"I don't know who that is."

She... didn't actually know a whole ton about him to begin with, did she?

"My best friend," Hyacinthe said simply. It was a true answer, if not the whole truth, but even Hya couldn't quite explain the relationship being himself and Phedre. "I have known her since we were small children, the first time she escaped House Cereus. Our friendship has flourished for over a decade: the Prince of Travellers and the Queen of Courtesans. Or, at least, that's how we imagined ourselves when we were small, hiding from merchants who saw us steal fruit from their carts or pies from their stalls."

Xanthippe's head tilted just slightly (against the arm it was pillowed on), one eyebrow quirking. "Wait, so, you were like... Aladdin?"

Look, she was a child of her time: brought up on Disney more than anything else. But, at least she exhibited some self-awareness just a beat after.

"Oh. You probably don't know what that is."

"Not even a little," Hyacinthe agreed with a warm chuckle. "Is he a dashingly handsome prince with a silver tongue and a flair for the dramatic?"

"Well, he wasn't a prince before he pretended to be one," Xanthippe mused. "But, he was like, hot. For a cartoon."

"Well, I assure you, I am a prince," Hyacinthe declared. "At least as my people figure as such."

Probably? At least, if what his mother said was true. Hyacinthe wasn't always sure.

"Really?"

This was news to her!

Her eyebrows bounced. "Oh my god, my mom can never find out about that." You know, as if there was any real, immident danger of her finding out he even existed.

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