vanillajello | 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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"The second one," he admitted with a shy laugh. "You don't have to say it if you'd rather not. I know what you mean."

Kate laughed. "And lose the chance for a potential blush? Come on, Bod. As if I'd rather not say something like that." Amused, she nuzzled his neck. "I meant having you in my bed like having you pushing your hips up and moaning under me in my bed. 'Cause I think you did most of the work on the desk, so I think I should repay you. That's what I meant."

The potential blush became an actual blush as soon as those words started leaving her mouth. He couldn't help it. And his body, so recently taxed so nicely, even reacted a little.

This day was enjoyably strange.

"Oh." He kept blushed. "All right. We should do that. In your bed."

"In my bed," she agreed, half sighing the words against his neck. "We can make sure the tenseness doesn't come back."

Far better than most strange days they had, yes.

"I'll stay as long as I can," he said and hoped Bobby was busy for most of the evening. "And we can keep doing that until it's gone for good."

"Sounds like a plan," Kate replied, snickering, because apparently it was one of those days where she just did not like the idea of letting him oout of her sight and touching range. And she thought that was completely natural. "And then I can come walk you home."

"You can," he agreed, liking the sound of that. "If Jacob's still gone, you could even stay the night with me, if you'd like."

"If I'd like," she repeated, teasing. "Of course. I'd love to. Who knows, maybe we'll even sleep."

"Maybe," he said, leaning down to catch another kiss from her. Sleeping wasn't one of those things he thought would happen often if they kept feeling like this.

And he didn't mind that one bit.

"Maybe not."

"Mmmm." That little sound was going to make up about one third of all her communication today, wasn't it? "Okay, so maybe we'll end up passing out from ecstatic exhaustion. That works too."

It worked brilliantly, in her opinion.

"That does work," he said and laughed, unable to really understand how he was even talking about this without his skin becoming red and too hot to touch. He wasn't going to think about it. "And it sounds like it might be a good goal to aim for."

"And by that time..." She let her voice drift off so she could kiss him, because she felt like it. "We'll know each other's bodies really, really well."

"Indeed," he murmured against her lips, pleased by that. "I want that to happen. I want to know you as well I can."

"I'll let you explore me as much as you like," she smirked, before another kiss delayed any further words. "And if I can find even one new way of making you lose your ability to even say my name, I'll be happy."

"That shouldn't be too hard," he said, chuckling against her lips and blushing again. "I have confidence in you. I'm sure you'll find all sorts of ways to make me lose my ability to think of anything. You're clever and special and I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, and kissed him again. And again, and again. "And there's nothing I'd rather do than figure out what makes you tick so I can make your mind go boom."

Bod kept laughing, shyly but happily because hearing that anyone wanted to do that to him was still new. "All right. I want that too more than you probably know. I want it too."

"As you should," she mumbled smugly. "Smart boy. Smart, beautiful, totally hot boy. Mine."

That was coherent enough.

It was coherent enough for him to keep that blush on his face and across his neck and shoulders for entirely new reasons.

He smiled and pulled her closer to him. "Yours. Just yours."

"Mmm, miiine," Kate drawled happily. "My English Muffin. Magic Fingers. Odd Bod."

"All of those and more," he agreed, laughing at the string of nicknames. "I'm all of those and more for you. I'll be anything for you."

"You can be my lover," she smirked as she shifted a bit. Not restless, just needing to change her position. "You can be you."

"I'll be me, then," he assured her with a quiet laugh and a stretch of his own. "And you can be you and we can be together."

"We can be together," she agreed, then smirked because she couldn't help herself. "Possibly in several new exotic ways. Once we're done resting."

"Yes," he agreed and snickered again. "Once we're done resting, we can be together. I look forward to it. I'm quite open to new and exotic things."

He'd end up blushing and stammering afterward but during, there was no danger of him making any big mistakes.

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