Mar 30, 2006 00:59
Rory pouted.
With a red scribble on one cheek, and a red A+ on the other.
She sat on her bed with Vladdie in her lap, reading Pride and Prejudice and smiling occasionally at the notes she had made in the margins.
And then occasionally adding new ones. In blue. Because today, red? Kind of annoying.
[And now not so safe for work, oops.]
omgdirty,
rory shouldn't have self esteem issues,
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He might've been making a few of his own.
He was discovering a downside to the whole Force-assisted sex thing, though. That kind of attunement to the universe around him was making him extremely, um, sensitive.
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But if she had known, she wouldn't have minded, since - if the noises were any indication - she was a bit, um, sensitive, too.
Which was probably why her breathing had gone very ragged and the light kisses and nips she had been leaving at his neck had progressed to being a bit more, um, forceful.
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He very thoughtfully put his hand behind Rory's head to stop her from accidentally banging herself into the wall.
And that was about as far as his brain was going in terms of long-term planning at the moment.
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Or at least, she would have. But anything involving thought at all was kind of beyond her at the moment.
In fact, anything that involved more than arching her back and making those entertaining, though incriminating, sounds was a little out of her range right then.
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"Bed is good, yes," he said, reaching out to pull her next to him. He closed his eyes. "Tired."
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He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Love you," he said, yawning.
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She tilted her head to kiss his jaw. "Love you, too."
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She pulled the blanket up to her chin and nestled into the pillow. "Sorry about that."
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