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A Dorm Room at Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Sunday
Xanthippe was officially Stressed Out.
It was all over an essay, which wasn't even due until next Friday, but it was important and she had to get it perfect, because what if she didn't? What if she didn't, and she flunked out of the class, and she flunked right out of college, and her father would disown her and her mother would disown her and then she would have to move in with Kimmy and deal with that whole freak show and she would lose all status and purpose in life and probably, like, end up becoming BFFs with Kimmy's extra-weirdo landlady and getting matching tattoos in a crack den and --
Anyway, yeah, she was currently doing what any self-respecting college student would do in her situation: screaming into a pillow.
Thank Christ her roommates weren't home right now.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts/calls/surprise visits!]
It was all over an essay, which wasn't even due until next Friday, but it was important and she had to get it perfect, because what if she didn't? What if she didn't, and she flunked out of the class, and she flunked right out of college, and her father would disown her and her mother would disown her and then she would have to move in with Kimmy and deal with that whole freak show and she would lose all status and purpose in life and probably, like, end up becoming BFFs with Kimmy's extra-weirdo landlady and getting matching tattoos in a crack den and --
Anyway, yeah, she was currently doing what any self-respecting college student would do in her situation: screaming into a pillow.
Thank Christ her roommates weren't home right now.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts/calls/surprise visits!]
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And so there was a knock at Xan's door, a smile on his face and flowers in his hand.
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And once she'd opened it, her eyes went wide.
"Oh thank God."
She didn't actually believe in any gods, but if she had, them sending her the one person in the universe who could actually distract from all the bullshit seemed like it would've been pretty spot-on.
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Well, not-genuine. She wasn't forcing any coolness right now.
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He got pulled inside, laughing as he went. "Then I believe I shall continue to push my luck and ask for a kiss as well," he said, smiling down at her. "As I did miss you."
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Except, oh right, instead of gushing about how much he was allowed to kiss her, maybe he should reach up and, you know, kiss him? Yeah.
So that was what she did.
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She just hummed a pleased little sound and wrapped her arms around his neck, eager to respond to his kiss in kind.
No one at this school kissed like him.
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Maybe not.
Considering it felt like he was intent on just about devouring her, and she was inclined to let him.
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Yes, much better than talking.
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They could talk just a little bit later.
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And it wasn't the only thing. "God, what would be the point if you stopped now?" she gasped, which probably made it clear that it was a rhetorical question. And if it didn't, well, maybe it helped when she gave him a little nudge with the intention of maybe getting them to the other side of the couch. "I haven't seen you in forever, you're not freaking stopping."
At some point they were probably going to remember the flowers. Maybe.
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Had he stressed those last few words, purred them into her ear?
Very yes.
"But it's been so long since I've felt you around me that I'll not deny it was a factor as well. Blessed Elua, cherie, it feels so good to be pressed against you this way."
Good enough that he wasn't quite moving towards the other side of the couch just yet.
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And that meant that she was a little more free and relaxed with her reactions than she had been last time. She gasped when his hips pressed against hers, and snickered quietly at the purred pun. It was hot, definitely, like 'hashtag byepanties, hashtag takemenow' hot, but she could also appreciate other aspects.
Also, she could put her own lips close to his ear, and ask, "Yeah, but how good is it gonna feel when I'm riding you on the couch?"
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And he was a safe person to try that out on. Especially because he'd react like that (so no, she didn't take his laugh for anything other than what it was), and because he was not likely to embarrass her even if he decided to comment on this change in her.
It all added up to her pleased little smile at him as they moved. "Yeah, I thought you'd be into that."
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"I am in fact kicking myself for not having spent an appropriate amount of time fantasizing about this before," he told her. "And here, I thought I'd imagined all the ways I could have you. Then, not yet ten minutes in the door, you remind me of one I missed entirely."
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But shuffling hips to hips led to a lot of friction, which was fine.
"But you can make it up to me --" Because somehow this was a fail that hurt her? Enough that it needed making up for? "-- by telling me about some of the versions you did fantasize about."
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Yeah, he could do that.
"Well, most of the time when I thought of the couch, I imagined you perched on the back of it, naked, with your legs wrapped around my waist," he explained, his hand slipping up to fill his palm with her breast. "And then I would have picked you up and pushed you against the nearest wall to continue to give it to you, deep and hard whilst you moaned in my ear."
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"Okay, we should totally do that later." She remembered his last visit vividly, okay. There was zero reason to pretend they were going to bang just the once. "Especially the wall part, because that sounds..."
She couldn't even find a word for it. After a few seconds of searching for one, she just said, "I want that."
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