vanillajello | Room 324, Monday After Classes

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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.]

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Bod watched raptly, eyes on her legs and hands and underwear until they were on her floor and out of the way. He looked back up at her and smiled, ignoring the fact that his pants had gotten even tighter.

"Very nice," he breathed, nodding. "That was...amazing."

"You're just easy to please," Kate teased with yet another smirk. She leaned back against the desk with her hands gripping the edge on either side of her, then hopped a bit to actually get on it.

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.

"When it comes to you, I'm very easy to please," he agreed, reaching for the buttons and zippers of his pants. He was careful though because he was hard and he couldn't quite get his eyes off her while he was doing that.

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.

Meanwhile, Kate tried to take care of some other issues now that her mind was just that little bit clearer. She was keeping her eyes mostly on him, though, even as she reached to open the top drawer of her desk and rummaged around for the condoms she was sure she'd stashed there.

"You can't even look away from me," she noted, even if the same could be said of her. "So smitten."

"I don't want to look away from you," he said, taking a few steps closer to the desk and leaning a hand on it. "There's no reason for me to look anywhere else but right at you."

At least one of them was clear headed because he certainly wasn't feeling all that focused or intelligent.

"So my skills at interior decorating aren't totally pulling your attention from the main thing?" she teased as her fingers finally closed around one of the small items she'd been looking for, and she shut the drawer. "Good to know."

"I'd rather look at you," he said, leaning down to kiss one of her shoulders. "I'd rather take you."

"Good," she muttered, taking advantage of him getting closer by kissing his ear. "I'm all yours. And you know that."

"I do," he agreed, nodding and breathing a little raggedly. He slipped an arm around her waist to bring her a little closer to the edge of the desk and closer to where he wanted (and needed) her.

That made her open her legs more for him, which in turn made her skirt slide further up her pale thighs, and she held the condom up for him to see.

"Do you want me to do this too?" she wondered. "Would you like to watch?"

"Yes, please," he said in answer to both of those questions. He settled one hand on one of her thighs and nodded. "Yes, please."

He said it twice but he was ready to jump out of his skin (and into her) so his thoughts were not all that clear.

It was good for making sure there was no misunderstanding, anyway. No room for error. Not that Kate had expected him to say no. She knew him better than that.

She was fairly quick and efficient with the whole process. Kind of past teasing, even if she was still smirking at him. Having him hard in her hand did not compare to stuff she wanted to get to pretty soon.

"Done," she breathed, once she was indeed done with rolling the condom on him.

"Thank you," he said, leaning forward to catch possibly the last soft kiss he'd give her for the next little while. "Do you want me now? I want you. I need you."

"I want you," she murmured against his lips, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. "I so want you. You should take me."

Today, Bod didn't need to be told twice. He moved her a little closer to him and wasted no time in guiding himself under her skirt and inside her. It was quick and smooth, proving just how ready they both were for this. He hadn't looked away from her face though, wanting to see how she reacted when he finally entered her.

"Oh." Of course, he was going to have to see that reaction through slitted eyes because he hadn't expected the waves of pleasure being inside her and surrounded by her would produce.

Kate didn't even try to keep her eyes open at this particular moment. It was just too overwhelming, finally having him slide inside her. He was hard and she was slick and that was just really a lot to feel, initially.

She saw his oh and raised him an oh my God, her hands tightening around his shoulders and her legs wrapping themselves around his waist.

[And I must be off to sleeep so I can get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow, good night!]

With her legs around his waist, he was able to get himself closer to her body (and the deks) and hitch those legs of hers up higher on his hips so he could get a good, sharp angle to thrust into her with. He didn't start moving immediately though. He was good with staying all the way inside her for a few moments

Instead, he moved closer and kissed her, muffling breaths and more sounds of pleasure against her mouth. He murmured her name and declarations of love and want while he composed himself.

[GOOD NIGHT OMG! Have fun getting up early!]

Kate hadn't really seen him move closer, what with her eyes being closed and all, so it was a pleasant surprise to get kissed again. And she returned the sentiments, in mumbled words of desire and affection. She loved him. She wanted him.

One of her hands left his shoulder so she could lean it on the desk. It seemed like a good idea to steady herself already now.

Hopefully, they wouldn't break her desk or anything on it. He hadn't exactly paid attention to what she'd had on her desk throughout all this.

After what seemed like a long time (but really wasn't), Bod finally did start moving. The first few strokes were long, consisting of him pulling back until he was almost all the way out of her before pushing back into her harder and harder with each new stroke.

Kate hadn't really paid much attention to whatever was on her desk, and thankfully there wasn't much stuff there anyway, since she'd cleaned it recently.

(All family photos were currently in the dreaded glitter drawer. She was dealing with things maturely, obviously.)

She wasn't paying any attention to them now, either. No, he had her full attention. She exhaled a moan against his mouth on the very first stroke, so there was a fair chance this was going to get a little loud, and she was not going to care.

Bod didn't mind if she was loud or quiet or a combination of both. He liked all iterations when it came to her. Bod slipped one arm around her, fingers splayed against her lower back so he could hold her close and keep his strokes short and sharp for the moment.

Any attempts at a slow pace got thrown out though because as soon as he heard her moan and pushed back inside her again, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting faster and harder.

And Kate didn't really care whether he was fast or slow just as long as he was there and moving. The one hand that had remained on his shoulder moved now to the back of his neck. It would have been to keep him close if it hadn't been so obvious he wasn't going anywhere.

Her legs were occasionally getting pressed pretty tightly against his sides, too. Namely, every time he pushed into her and she wanted to feeling to just go on forever.

Bod wasn't going anywhere. Well, he wasn't going anywhere away from her. Instead, his eyes, lidded as they were, weren't moving from her face. Watching her reactions was almost as good as doing this with her.

Bod's breath was starting to come raggedly and shortly and he was fairly certain her name and some other words got pushed out of his mouth every so often. He kept up the frenetic and urgent pace, trying to draw sounds and reactions from her.

He was getting both. Kate was doing a bit of almost desperate clinging, and as far as trhe sounds went, she was just not trying to stop any of those at all. Moans and whimpers and jumbled words could come out of her mouth as they pleased.

She'd managed to force her own eyes half open, too, and it was a surprisingly heady thing for her to see him there mostly clothed while they did this. That just made it seem a bit... she didn't even know what to call it. Dirtier? Rushed and exciting. Something like that.

Semantics weren't her priority here.

If Bod had been capable, he would have smiled at her but he was too far gone for that. He kept thrusting though, mercilessly and deep. He had to put a hand down on the desk to keep his balance and was pretty sure the fronts of his thighs would be a little red from banging against the desk.

He didn't care.

Bod took his hand from around her back and curled it around one of her legs, using it as a anchor and to yank her towards him to meet him thrust for thrust.

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