sampippy | A Dorm Room at Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Sunday

"Good," he said, hugging her tight with relief. He kissed the top of her head, burying his face in her hair. "I worried."

Beat.

"That's not great either," he added, "but one thing at a time, am I right?"

How could he even think he might've done something wrong when he was like this? Xanthippe couldn't understand.

But that was no objection. The way she nuzzled the top of his chest said so. "Right," she murmured, before trying to look up. "Hey, so, are you like hungry at all? 'Cause I'm kinda starving."

Which was his fault, actually. Because she was pretty sure she hadn't really eaten anything since breakfast today because she'd been too stressed to feel hunger. And between the sex and the serious talks, that was no longer the case.

Oh no. He was convincing her to find sustenance. How dreadful.

"I could eat," Hyacinthe admitted.

With a dirty smile and a significant glance to her lap.

"I am also hungry as well, I suppose."

Xanthippe was feeling feisty enough to roll her eyes at that. But she also smiled, and she could feel her cheeks burning up, because hey, it had been at least a good fifteen minutes since the last innuendo and her tolerance had weakened.

"I mean, you could probably find a way to combine those, kinda," she said, already moving to get up because her phone was somewhere inconveniently far away. "'Cause it's probably gonna take like thirty minutes for the food to get here."

"For a moment, I thought you meant combine in a completely different way," Hya said, laughing loudly. "And here, I was fit to be surprised and pleased at your adventurousness."

Though he would also have likely demurred, since he was fairly certain such activities, though fun, could be bad for her overall, err...health.

"Then I should not be worrying about your roommates returning ere our food does?"

That was exactly why she'd said 'kinda', Hya! Because, no thank you to the ensuing infections.

"I mean, I was also thinking of maybe moving you to my room?" she said, nodding towards the room in question. (Like he hadn't spent a great deal of time in there the last time he'd visited.) "My roommates are at a tournament or something, so they should be home pretty late, but... If I'm gonna be adventurous I so don't want them walking in on me."

"Ooooh," he said, leaning in while a dirty smile unfurled. "Tell me more about this possibility of being...adventurous."

"Not before you tell me what you want to eat," Xan retorted like that smile did nothing to her, and like her knees didn't feel wobbly all of a sudden. She picked up her phone. "Aside from me." Yes, that seemed like a necessary clarification. "I kinda feel like IHOP."

She just felt like going full indulgence.

"...IHOP?" Hyacinthe asked, confused. "Is that rabbit, then?"

Look, it was the best guess he had.

"What?" Xanthippe asked, mirroring his confusion - before she remembered, that was. "Oh my God, I forgot Fandom's such a backwater town they don't even have an IHOP." Because otherwise, she would've clarified it for him immediately. "IHOP, it's International House of Pancakes? They have like pancakes and crepes and French toast and that kind of thing."

"Crepes?" Hya asked, eyes lightening. "I've not had crepes since my mother visited. Oh, could we get that?"

They wouldn't be as good, but that was the problem with Terre D'Ange, nothing really was.

"Sure," Xanthippe said, already tapping at the app to add some to the cart. "Do you care about toppings? They have... at least strawberries and cream, annnd banana with Nutella, annnnnd --" There was a lot of scrolling. "-- sweet cream cheese?"

"Yes," Hyacinthe said promptly.

Look, he was a growing young man. He needed sustenance.

"Those all sound excellent."

"Okay," Xanthippe snorted. "And I'm gonna add some New York Cheesecake pancakes into the order 'cause I want those." Because she was paying so it didn't really matter much how many things she ordered. "And a Tropical Island Twist."

Because there needed to be a drink.

Couple more taps on the screen and -- "Okay, that's done. It says... 35 minutes." She lowered her phone, then faked a thoughtful expression. "So, wait, what were we talking about before this?"

Hyacinthe was going to try to steal some of both those orders because he had no idea what either of them were.

"I believe we were having a frank and serious discussion," he said, biting back a grin, "about you being adventurous."

Xanthippe's head tilted. "More adventurous than standing here naked, ordering you breakfast foods late in the afternoon?"

A fact she had somehow not gotten self-conscious about yet. (The naked, not the rest.)

"Yeah, maybe." Also please let her not get self-conscious about how her takes on 'adventurous' probably weren't that adventurous for some. "I did, like, buy something, recently..."

Hyacinthe made a big show of sitting up straight. "You have my undivided attention, cherie."

"That's great," Xanthippe replied, stepping closer to him and reaching for his hand with the one she wasn't holding her phone in. "But I'm gonna need you to tell me something... dirty, first."

Just to make sure she didn't fall out of the right mindset and get cold feet about telling him what she was gearing up to tell him.

"It's fair, right?"

"More than fair," Hyacinthe crooned, reaching for her. His fingertips brushed over her chest, following the slope of one pretty, perfect breast. "Besides, I like it when you're feeling bold enough to tell me what to do. Be it talk dirty, give you a kiss, kneel before you and lick the juncture of your thighs until you're soft and wet and yearning for more than my mouth...How I dream of the day you ride my face against the mattress, absorbed by your pleasure alone."

"Could be sooner than you think."

Bold words from someone who'd just gotten distracted by his words and actions both, in her effort to try tug him off the couch.

"But first, you promised me an explanation," Hya said, only following her because he was hoping for a show-and-tell.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

There was maybe a nervous quality to her smirk. Just slightly. But she was leading him into her room steadily enough, all the same.

"So... I took this class earlier this year that was about, like, human sexuality? And one of the assignments was to go to a sex shop and like, write about the experience. Which I didn't do --" Because she'd chickened out. "-- so I totally faked my paper, but only kinda, because I did do really extensive research on the website of a store. You know, to do everything that the assignment required except actually go in a store."

Okay she was getting sidetracked. Get to the point, Xan!

"Uh, so anyway, I... spent a really long time looking at what they were selling, and I, actually, totally ended up ordering something. A glass... toy."

You could not get her to say 'dildo', you just couldn't.

Hyacinthe was grinning hugely by the end of it. "What kind of toy?" he asked, just in case he could get her to say it.

"Like a..."

Yes, now she was trying to one-handedly mime a dildo for him.

Because you could not make her say it.

"A dildo?" he asked, voice silky, a caress of its own. "Did you wish me to use it on you? You could feel so full, Xanthippe. All at once."

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