Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-08 02:32 pm
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Room 324, Monday After Classes
There was something up with today.
Kate had been feeling antsy pretty much straight since waking up this morning, and hadn't been able to shake the feeling since. And that was weird, when Sunday had been such a good day after such a long stretch of bad days. She only tended to feel this restless when things were entirely messed up.
After her classes, she'd tried to do some of her independent course work, but had given up pretty soon after realizing her thoughts just kept straying to far more interesting things.
She was considering going downstairs to the gym and dancing, even if she hadn't been doing that for months now, because that usually helped with... whatever this was.
But before doing that, she'd happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall, and so she was now staring intently into it, trying to determine what exactly it was about her appearance that seemed to make her look even better than usual.
[ooc: Open post, half open door! Oh my vain girl. ETA: And of course 'tis NWS by now.]
Kate had been feeling antsy pretty much straight since waking up this morning, and hadn't been able to shake the feeling since. And that was weird, when Sunday had been such a good day after such a long stretch of bad days. She only tended to feel this restless when things were entirely messed up.
After her classes, she'd tried to do some of her independent course work, but had given up pretty soon after realizing her thoughts just kept straying to far more interesting things.
She was considering going downstairs to the gym and dancing, even if she hadn't been doing that for months now, because that usually helped with... whatever this was.
But before doing that, she'd happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall, and so she was now staring intently into it, trying to determine what exactly it was about her appearance that seemed to make her look even better than usual.
[ooc: Open post, half open door! Oh my vain girl. ETA: And of course 'tis NWS by now.]
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"I'm hard," he repeated, feeling his cheeks heat up and turn red at the words. He didn't care. "You want that."
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"Yes, I'm all hot for you," she sighed.
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He hadn't moved his hand, of course, so there was that. And he knew she liked when he did manage some smugness so there was that too.
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"You should take me," she managed. "That's what you should do."
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How sad. She was more naked than he was and he was sure he could make due with just pulling her skirt up, if anything. He was seriously thinking about doing that too.
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He could take her. He would take her. He wanted to take her and that look on his face might have illustrated that.
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That she managed to do that without really losing contact with him was pretty impressive.
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Absently, he was really glad she'd closed the door earlier.
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Especially when she could be reaching under her skirt to remove her underwear, though she stopped doing that to smirk at him. "Or would you like the honor?"
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There was something exceptionally arousing at watching her do that right there in front of him and knowing she was doing it for him.
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The underwear slid down her legs smoothly enough until it got to those kneehigh socks of hers. That point required some maneuvering, but soon enough there was a rumpled piece of black and pink fabric on the floor.
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"Very nice," he breathed, nodding. "That was...amazing."
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Once she was sitting on the desk, she swung her legs a bit and tried to look coy just for fun. The socks and the skirt helped, but was hard when she was topless and couldn't quite stop looking at him in a decidedly un-coy way.
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She just looked...he couldn't even describe it. Really though, she was right in that he only needed to get his zipper down and his boxers out of the way to be able to get beyond the clothing issue.
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"You can't even look away from me," she noted, even if the same could be said of her. "So smitten."
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At least one of them was clear headed because he certainly wasn't feeling all that focused or intelligent.
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