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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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"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.

Or her brain could start misfiring and asking her if she'd already set it up as too interesting for what it actually was! That was cool, too. Though also mostly internalized, which was progress in itself.

Mostly it just seemed like a longer pause than was necessary, on the outside.

She took his hand. "I mean, it's kinda porny, but I was thinking..." She brought his hand up to her breast. Over the robe, but that might not hinder the point. "About, like, putting hard and soft together? Or, like... Hard between soft, I guess."

"Hard between soft describes all of my favorites," Hyacinthe murmured, a single finger sliding down between her breasts. "Do you wish to envelope me with these, I'll not complain a bit."

"Yeah?"

You'd think she would've learned to trust his all-encompassing attraction to her enough by now not to sound so pleasantly surprised. But it was a whole process.

"I mean... It seems like it could be hot." Everything that involved him, hard, was hot. But you know. "Just, seeing you like that. Maybe seeing you, like, come on my chest?"

Again with the things she wasn't that interested in with anyone else.

A spark lit up in his eyes. "Truly?" he asked. "'Tis not something I would ever request, but it seems so..."

Now it was his turn to grope for words, to try to explain why something was attractive.

"...Like I am leaving you a mess," he said, finally. "Like pouring wine on a work of art. The thrill of the forbidden, almost?"

None of that was quite right, but from the state of his trousers, he was liking the idea.

It was so nice to see him not have words ready for just everything. Especially for something that she'd brought up, that he was also into.

"No, I get you," she said, nodding. Kind of beaming at him, actually. While trying to be subtle about tugging the robe open a little further. "It's dirty and almost kinda sleazy? But, like, just on the right side of where the thought of it makes me feel horny and not uncomfortable."

"Yes, precisely this," Hya said, pleased. "And only something I'd do with someone I had a rapport with, so there could be no doubt 'tis on the right side of sleazy."

"Right?"

Xan, stop being such a nerd about how much you agree.

Leaning in and kissing him again was a better idea.

Well, yes, but only because kissing was a much better idea than most kinds of talking.

He kissed her back, thumbs against her cheeks, tongue dipping inside her mouth. And when he pulled away, it was to whisper, "So, what say when we are ready, I show you what it is that I like and when I am nearly ready, I switch over to sliding between your sweet breasts until I spill all over you and leave you covered?"

Most kinds of talking.

That kind of talking ranked easily above kissing, if you asked Xanthippe, because that kind of talk made her gasp and made her feel like her blood was rushing away from her brain and like she just generally wanted to climb onto his lap and never leave.

"Oh my God," she said, "deal."

"And what shall we do to ensure that you receive your fullest pleasure as well?" Hya murmured, trailing his fingers up and down her chest.

You know, it was really testament to how into him she was that she hadn't even really thought that far about herself in this situation, yet. So she paused before answering.

Or maybe it was because she had to bite at his lip. Because she did that, too.

"I mean, I have at least one idea," she said. "But I'm open to suggestions."

"Oh but first I wish to hear what you have to say," Hya said, grinning wickedly. "Whisper it in my ear."

"Okay but just don't get disappointed when it's not, like, creative," Xanthippe replied, serving her self-deprecation with a side of chuckle. She also knew that wasn't really a warning he needed - but she had to work her random bouts of self-consciousness out some way.

She leaned closer to his ear and dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "But remember what you said about... dreaming of the day when I ride your face against the mattress?"

She licked just barely at the edge of his earlobe.

"That could be today. That could be pretty much right now."

"Mmm." That lick gave him a little shiver down his spine. "Already ready to go, cherie?" he asked. "If I slid my hand down, would I once again find you soft and wet and willing?"

"Totally."

Well, getting there, anyway.

"But feel free to, you know. Check."

Hyacinthe sat up a bit straighter, hand on her chest trying to push her back down onto the bed.

She was going to ride his face, absolutely, but first, he was going to make her need it.

Xanthippe laughed at the pushing, but also flopped back willingly.

"Can't believe I forgot for a second how thorough you have to be about everything."

This was not a complaint.

"Wait, no, I know this one!" Hyacinthe laughed as his hand stroked down. "I am Extra," he declared.

His fingers parted her folds easily, two of them sliding around her pearl of Naamah to end up at her entrance.

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