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

Normally, Hya would swoop Xan into his arms so he could deposit her carefully onto the bed. The best he could do now was tug on her hand while taking those few steps on legs that shook like a newborn calf's. "The memory of that show will keep me hard for months," he assured her, lying down onto the soft surface of her bed with another groan. "Sweet Naamah, I've never envied a glass cock before."

Xanthippe snickered as she rose to her feet, thankful that it was only for a short while before she could also slump onto the bed, her head against his chest.

She'd seen his shaky legs, though. She was going to treasure that memory, too.

She was kind of beaming, honestly. "Good," she decided. "I mean... I want you to think of me, like that."

"Oh, I shall," he assured her. "That vision shall haunt my dreams and wake me up aching. I foresee a great many mornings when I'll be unlikely to move from my bed for a long while."

He hummed quietly, wrapped an arm around her. "I think 'twas your taste I shall remember the best," he added softly.

Xanthippe was snuggling up against him like a person who definitely didn't remember about their IHOP order and how soon it was bound to make it here.

Oh, no. Nothing existed right now apart from the warmth of his skin against hers and the softness of his voice. "Yeah?" she asked, quietly. "Because... you like it so much?"

"Do you not know how good you taste?" Hya asked, looking down to meet her eyes. "If I did not think I would well and truly die did I try to move, I would slide down and let my appreciation for your taste speak for itself."

"I can think of ways to do that where you don't have to move," Xanthippe couldn't help pointing out, because she was feeling both bratty and free enough to imply things.

"I think I got like a pretty good understanding before, too, though," she added. "I mean... You think I'm ever gonna be able to look at the toy again without seeing it disappearing into your mouth?"

"Best of luck just grinding on my open mouth, cherie," Hya chuckled. "'Tis about all I am good for right now I'm afraid."

He brushed her hair back from her temple with a gentle hand. "I'd hoped that would be as good for you as 'twas me," he admitted.

"Oh, it so totally was," Xanthippe told him, peering up with wide eyes, which was how you knew she was serious. "I'm gonna have such confusingly hot fantasies for a while, oh my God. I --"

And then, there was a knock on the door.

Xanthippe groaned.

Hyacinthe also groaned, his arm haphazardly searching for his pants...which were probably still out by the couch. "Have you something I can wear?" he asked.

"You can barely walk," Xanthippe complained (it sounded like complaining, anyway), already trying to roll off him in a highly uncoordinated way.

Yes, all their previous clothes were still strewn around the couch in the next room over, despite her earlier thoughts about doing the smart thing and bringing them over.

"Maybe I can get away with like, a hoodie."

"I'd not put you out..." He looked at her and whatever he saw in her face had him convinced that silence was the better course of action. "A bathrobe, mayhaps?" he suggested humbly.

Sometimes, it really was the best idea to just get out of the way when Voorhees women were trying to do something. Xanthippe shot him a grateful look for his suggestion, though, because she was already on her feet and kind of frazzled-ly looking around for anything easy that covered up enough of her.

There was another knock.

"I'm coming!"

She grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging by her closet door, and pulled it on as she disappeared back into the main room. The Uber Eats guy tried to flirt with her, but she was having none of it right now. So a moment or few later, she returned to Hya with her treasures: two takeaway bags with the IHOP logo on them.

"I should probably grab our clothes from the living room, too."

Hya was more than ready to back off and let Xanthippe do her thing. He didn't want her to feel like he assumed she would fetch and carry for him, but did she insist, he was only too happy to continue to be flopped on the bed.

"I shall set up our meal," he offered. "And when you return to the room with our clothing, your food will be ready for you and you needn't leave again."

"Thank you," she said, as she handed the bags to him. And she meant it - which, honestly, you could tell by the way she even said it, because politeness continued not to be a strength of hers.

Then she disappeared out the door again.

How many items of clothing did two people even wear?

Far too much, especially when one wanted to get at what was beneath the clothes.

Hya set about emptying the bags and arranging their food in a charming little semi-circle. He did it without thinking; in Terre D'ange, even the act of arranging food or setting a table was considered an art and thus, care was taken to make sure it was done pleasingly, even by Didikani bastards in Night's Doorstep.

Anything worth doing was worth doing prettily.

There were way too many clothes. But Xanthippe was pretty sure she got all of them, eventually, and the rest of the evidence that there'd been anything against the rules happening in the common area.

She closed the door behind her when she came back. Dumped the mixed bundle of clothes on the chair and the condom and the wrapper in the trash.

"Think I got it all."

And that was when she looked at what he'd done. And she smiled. "Oh, wow."

Hyacinthe glanced up from where he was finishing up putting the napkins into a small spiral at the center of the bed, upon which rested plastic utensils. "'Tisn't much," Hya said, though his grin was pleased. "Takeout does not offer much to work with."

"You really don't want to know what it usually looks like when I have takeout here," Xanthippe told him as she sat down on the bed again, across from him.

It was usually a whole lot of eating hunched up over her laptop, for one thing.

"Did they get everything?" she asked, surveying the spread. "Looks like they got everything."

"I am still not entirely sure what all you ordered nor what it all looks like," Hyacinthe teased. "But if you think this is all, I would hardly disagree. You've ordered us a feast, cherie."

"It's all just crepes and pancakes, which are basically the same thing," Xanthippe replied with a shrug and a little smile. "And a Tropical Island Twist." Which she was now reaching for because hydration, ooh yes. "It's... okay, guess it counts for a feast.

"'Tis no wonder you are thirsty, cherie," Hyacinthe said, giving her a cheerfully filthy smirk. "I know where all your moisture went."

Xanthippe snorted, then made sure her sip through the straw was extra lengthy.

"I mean, if I get a dehydration headache, that's on you."

Which would still be a change from all the ones she'd gotten before from studying in a panic and forgetting to drink!

"I'm sure I can give you something to make you feel better," Hya purred.

With no ability to follow through on that, at lease not for awhile.

Yeah, the amused look Xan was giving him said much the same. "Suuure, Hya. 'Cause you're a superman and you're totally not worn out for a while.""

"I'm an only agreeing because to say otherwise would hurt your pride," Hyacinthe sniffed, his eyes full of irrepressible mischief. "Truly."

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