vanillajello | Room 324, Late Thursday Morning

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Room 324, Late Thursday Morning

"-- So then what? ...Oh, oh, like in that movie? You know. ...What do you mean, you don't? We watched it like three times in a row last spring when I had the-- Yes. That one. With the guy with the hair and the--"

Back in Overland Park, T was out, for some reason or other.

It meant that here in Fandom, Kate was sprawled on her bed with her phone clamped to her ear, getting updated on the stupid things morning television had to offer, and the things T would've liked to do later in the day if she wouldn't have been likely to be too lazy and too high to leave the house.

Kate was snickering a lot. "... Eww, T, that's disgusting."

There were worse ways to spend a morning.

[ooc: Door half-open, post completely so, do feel free to interrupt. No one's doing anything even remotely useful. Myself included.]

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It wasn't anything major, the feeling of her fingers on his neck, but there was something about it that caused him to shiver just a bit. It wasn't something he could give much thought to at the current moment other than knowing he liked it.

Almost instinctively, he pressed a little closer to her, a little more of his weight against her, and not one change in kissing her despite that movement. Bod figured she wouldn't mind the touching, all things considered.

There were no objections. More like a slight arching of her back, to press back up against him for a moment before relaxing again. If that didn't signal that yes, touching was more than welcome, then nothing would.

One hand stayed where it was, caressing his neck, while the other found its way to his side. And the kissing, of course, continued.

Somewhere in the back of Bod's mind, he knew he was going to have to breathe at some point but that point wasn't now. Soon but not now.

Taking her shifting as encouragement, he wound one of his legs around hers, pulling himself a little more over her since it was either that or plaster himself against her side. So, he went with the other option, the more bold option but Bod wasn't dumb, he could see they both liked this and he could take that chance.

Kate was a fan of bold choices, no doubt about that, and this latest movement got her full approval. She smirked against his lips, and ran her hand slowly up and down his side, at first lightly, then applying some more pressure, pressing with her palm.

Was breathing really all that important?

It'd probably prove slightly important because passing out in her bed from something other than intoxication might be slightly off putting.

As it was, Bod did actually stop kissing her a few moments to get his breath back but he didn't move away so there was that. He just let his forehead rest against hers and tried to catch a few breaths before he did anything else.

His tolerance for making out would get higher with time, he suspected. He hoped.

It might require a lot of practising. ...And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Kate could've claimed she wasn't at all out of breath, but she would've been lying. Badly.

And she had no desire to say anything at all right now, anyway. Just concentrating on taking a few deep breaths, and paying a little more attention to feeling his weight on her and the edges of his hair between her fingers, now that she wasn't being awesomely distracted by all the kissing.

And Bod wasn't really one to ruin a comfortable silence like that. He could have, he knew that, but he decided against it this time. It just felt too nice to shove words where they just didn't seem needed.

He did smile though and that was probably almost as good as saying anything. Smiled and leaned into her hands some and moved one of his one hands a bit to slide against her arm and down one hip.

Smiling was good. Kate smiled back at him, one of those genuinely nice smiles that were almost kind of a rarity with her. Just like comfortable silences. She could talk her way through anything; it was just another way of hiding herself in plain view.

She didn't feel the need for that now.

Her hands stayed where they were - playing with his hair, stroking his neck - because he seemed to enjoy that, and she reached up a little bit to press a kiss on one corner of his mouth.

He did like that and, before now, he hadn't really thought of his neck as a sensitive area. It just hadn't occurred to him and no one had really tried to discover. Imagine his surprise that someone had figured it out by accident.

That kiss got another smile, a wider one, and he leaned down to try and repay the favor, settle a kiss of his own against her mouth and then lower on her chin since he was there and it was tempting.

She had no problem with letting him do whatever he wanted, settling back, relaxed and still smiling.

This was easily the best morning she'd had in a long while.

"You look rather comfortable," he said, unable to keep his mouth shut for too long. "Or you're just humoring me considering I'm laying half on top of you."

She snickered quietly. "I'm not just humoring you. It's not my style. I'm very comfortable, thank you."

"So, I shouldn't move?" he guessed, smiling down at her.

"I would advise against it," she told him, nodding solemnly, then cracking a grin.

"I can stay here," he assured her, nodding. You didn't have to twist his leg or convince him. Perfectly happy to stay where he was. "For as long as you'd like."

"What if that's about until the time we both starve to death?" she joked, smirking.

"I think I'd be flattered that you wanted me to stay that long," he replied. "That'd be quite hospitable of you."

"Or I'd just be suicidal in a really weird way," she mused, "and just using you to to accomplish my dark and tragic goal."

"You're smiling too much for that," he said and ran a thumb along the bottom edge of her lip. "I don't think you are."

"I'm a lot of things," she replied, grinning a bit. "But no. Suicidal isn't one of them. Not fabulous enough for me."

"Besides," he said, shaking his head, "I wouldn't let you keep me here until you starved, comfortable or not. And your roommate might object as well."

"Mm, object and flail," she nodded. "So maybe it's better if you leave a little sooner than that, yeah."

Just not quite yet.

"Sooner than that," he agreed and ducked down to kiss her lightly again. "But not right now."

"Not right now," she agreed in a mumble against his lips, brushing the fingertips of one hand back and forth against his neck. "Too comfortable."

"Too comfortable," he agreed and kissed her again. "I agree. I won't go anywhere for awhile. I promise."

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