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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"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.

Kate was really pretty glad he did that, considering there wasn't much chance for her to move much on her own, half wrapped around him as she was. She could really just spur him on with her noises of pleasure and her clinging and occasionally scratching the back of his neck with her nails. He could take charge and move her. She enjoyed that.

And she leaned in to kiss him again, harsh and breathless.

All that jumpiness and tension he'd been feeling for so long was pouring into their encounter with an eagerness and an urgency that he hadn't shown in awhile.

He moaned against her mouth, breathing against her lips and thrilling out of the sounds that he was hearing and that their bodies were making.

It was probably a really good thing they'd found her desk and not Bobby's.

A really, really good thing. Bobby would certainly appreciate.

Kate appreciated this for entirely different reasons. Most of them were the same as Bod's, unsurprisingly, and there was just something mindblowingly awesome about having him be in the moment with her after such a long time of useless stress.

Plus, they were striking yet another place off that one list they'd never actually written down. She might point that out later. But now she'd just moan, and feel a familiar feeling start gathering strength in the pit of her stomach.

Bod dropped his forehead against Kate's shoulder, concentrating hard on keeping up the hard and quick pace. He wanted to get as deep as he could, make her feel this for some time afterward if he could. He wanted to be tired afterward for all the good reasons.

All of his mumbling got lost in her skin. The sounds were there though, loud and vocal, but nonsensical. He didn't care. He just wanted to see this all the way through. He wanted to make her come and he wanted to follow her right off that edge.

He'd get that wish, sooner rather than later.

Kate may have even told him that, somewhere among all her own incoherent mumblings. Jumbled dirty words, praise, love. She didn't even know what she was saying, but she did know she was saying it to him because he felt unbelievably good inside her.

Her legs were twitching a bit, and behind his back, her toes were curling.

Bod could tell things were quickly moving towards the end. He could tell by the thrumming echoing throughout his body and by how she was reacting all around her. He could tell by her heat and slickness and his own rough panting.

Amazingly, he managed to jerk his hips harder and faster, trying to overwhelm them both. He was never going to look at her desk in the same way again but at least it hadn't broken underneath her.

Bod, however, was about to break apart into tiny pieces. The extra exertion meant that his orgasm was almost upon him and he wasn't going to stop it.

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