Room 513; Monday after 6th Period

[once_a_king]

Peter returned to his room after class and found some ibprofen to take before laying down with a wince.  It had been a long weekend and despite what he'd told Willow about being perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he quite possibly had been overdoing it and without adrenline or a real reason to ignore it, his ribs and chest definitely hurt

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[willbedone]

In the evening, after everyone else had left a redhead came tapping at his door.

[willbedone]

In which case Willow totally didn't move her hands up to massage the back of his neck and encourage him further.

[once_a_king]

He certainly didn't tangle his hands in her hair, much encouraged.

[willbedone]

She certainly didn't give a happy little sigh at that either.

[once_a_king]

And he certainly didn't sigh in return.

[willbedone]

"You should be sitting," Willow murmured between kisses.

[once_a_king]

"We could sit," Peter said, still wrapped up in kissing her.

[willbedone]

"Don't want to hurt you," Willow replied, still with the smooching.

[once_a_king]

"You're not. You don't," Peter said without stopping the kisses.

[willbedone]

"Bed?" Willow suggested, possibly as a solution to not hurting him while they both sat, possibly as a natural next step in the smooching, possibly both.

[once_a_king]

"You're the smart one for a reason," Peter nodded, stepping backwards towards the bed.

[willbedone]

"Very true," Willow said. She followed, but watched carefully. Falling on him now would be rather painful.

[once_a_king]

He sat down much more carefully than he normally would then pulled her towards him.

[willbedone]

Willow hesitated. "Won't sitting on your lap hurt?"

[once_a_king]

Peter thought for a second that pushed back to sit against the headboard. "Come sit next to me then?"

[willbedone]

"Happily," Willow said. She snuggled in. "This is nice. I like this."