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

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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!]

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"You flail less each time we are together," Hyacinthe reminded her. "I love watching you get more comfortable in your skin." He leaned close to whisper, "And not just because I really like it when you tell me what it is you want me to do to you. In detail. Or just what 'tis you wish to do to me."

Xanthippe turned her head until she could press a kiss against his cheek.

"I mean... It's pretty nice to tell you those things, too?"

Getting comfortable in her skin, she couldn't really comment on.

"Then I shall hope that ere I leave, you find the will and time to tell me more again," Hyacinthe said, tucking her once more against his side. He leaned his cheek against her head and sighed.

"Oh, I so am," Xanthippe informed him with a sigh of her own.

The impending doom of him leaving for good was a powerful motivator. But she wasn't going to say that in so many words.

Good. He wished there had been a way to tell her without it hanging over their head for the rest of this visit. He already missed her unshadowed excitement of earlier.

He understood it, though. His chest hurt at the thought of leaving and he, at least, had the joy of homecoming to lighten it.

"I brought spare clothes," he said, practically stumbling over the words. "I mean, not that I wish to outstay my welcome, however long that may be. But, in case you wished me to stay more than just a few hours..."

Well, he was about witness some excitement right now, unshadowed or not.

Xanthippe huffed out a laugh. It sounded pleased. "Hya," she said, "I would buy you more clothes if that meant I got you for more than a couple of hours."

He beamed at her. "Good," he said with a laugh. "I did not wish to seem overeager," he said, "or like I expected to stay if you hadn't wished me to, but I was ready to stay if you'd have me."

"Oh, I'm gonna have you like three different ways before I let you get any sleep tonight," Xanthippe informed him, the attempted dark sultriness of her voice slightly undermined by the way she nuzzled his shoulder.

Also she sounded smug about stealing the obvious joke.

"You can stay," she added. "Please stay." And it was light enough that it didn't sound like pleading for more time than they had, in the big picture. Just further confirmation that she wanted this visit to stretch longer than a couple of lousy hours.

"You can have any part of me you wish does it bring you pleasure," Hyacinthe said, voice husky. "As often as I can physically stand." He was still petting her hair, though, sex and comfort blending into one. "And I will stay."

Xanthippe craned her neck a little so that she could kiss the side of his.

And murmur, quietly, "Thanks."

"Nothing to thank me for," Hyacinthe murmured back. "I brought them because I was hoping you'd invite me to stay. So thank you,."

"There was no way I wasn't gonna ask you to stay." Okay, at least not unless her pride decided to get in the way. But they didn't need to think about that right now. "Just accept the thanks before I have to, like, start offering sexual favors of thankfulness."

"Why on Earth would I do that when you have just given me such incentive not to?" Hyacinthe asked, laughing. "Nay, Xanthippe, I shall not accept your thanks! Not as unadorned as they are."

"Oh my God, you're predictable as hell, Hya," Xanthippe told him, like she hadn't half-angled for that exact response to begin with.

She nuzzled the side of his neck, but it turned to gently nipping at the spot where neck turned into shoulder. "But, like... to really show you my gratitude, I think I would offer a re-do of something I already did."

Just much less hastily.

Her lips brushed against his skin. "I wanna go down on you," she murmured. "I wanna, like, learn how to do it. The way you like it."

Hya shivered, letting her baseless accusation of predictability go in favor of focusing on her promise instead. "Oh, cherie, believe me, I like the way you do it now," he said, voice low. "But I would give you instruction on what I like best, did you wish it. I would be happy to walk you through." He gave a pleased shiver.

"You were way too far gone to be a good judge," Xanthippe retorted. Yes, he'd obviously enjoyed it a lot, but it didn't feel like it fully counted because he'd already been so keyed up from everything else.

Also yes, that was the logic of an over-achieving nerd, thanks for noticing!

"But like that instruction thing, yeah, that's what I was going for," she added. "'Cause, I want to know, you know? And also it just sounds like it'd be hot."

"Next time I get that 'far gone' I am pushing you down and fucking you relentlessly," Hyacinthe muttered. "Just so you are aware."

Which, okay, slightly off-topic, but it was an important point to raise.

"But yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Tell me when you wish to begin your tutelage. I'm sure I can rise to the occasion."

Appreciate his humor, Xanthippe. Appreciate it.

"What else do you wish to try?"

Xanthippe laughed. "Don't get uppity when I'm trying to be grateful!"

No, he should definitely stay uppity, because his threats of relentless fucking were working for her.

Also distracting her.

"Hard for you to learn what you'd like if I'm not uppity, no?" Hya teased. "Would be a very sad and disappointing day for the both of us."

"Oh my God," Xanthippe replied with an exaggerated eye roll. "You're not as funny as you think you are."

Yes he was.

"You say that but I can see the way your lips twitch," Hyacinthe said, his thumb brushing over them. "You are trying not to laugh, but 'tis hard."

He winked at her. "And look I'm not making a joke around that one."

Xanthippe kind of wondered whether it was a dork move to lick his thumb.

She did it anyway.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure I already used up all the talk about hard things and my lips, right before now."

From his small groan, it didn't seem all that dorky at all. "Ah, cherie, I think you will find I have an insatiable appetite for talk of hard things and all your parts," he said, cupping the back of her head and kissing her.

Xanthippe, of course, kissed him back. Although her lips were still trying to smirk.

"All of me?"

She was prooobably going somewhere dirty with that. Unsurprisingly.

"Oh yes, all of you," Hyacinthe assured her, willing to let her go wherever she wished with this.

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