Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

Even if it was largely handwavy Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had debated with herself whether this was a good idea, considering... many things. But as the week went on, she had grown increasingly frustrated, and as she had an excuse -- Ezra had sent her flowers -- she felt she could stop by his room.

She had rehearsed this visit in her head beforehand.

"Good afternoon," she said, stopping on the threshold of the open door, peering into the room.

[smilestopscars]

Well, it had buttons in the front; she was more than welcome to try her hand at undoing those.

Because, there was cleavage. So Ezra's little kisses and licks were teasingly traveling a little more in that direction right now.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille let out a noise and tilted her head backwards. For a moment his lips and tongue on her skin was all she could take in, then her fingers swiftly began to unbutton his shirt.

Too much clothing. "Loosen the lacing at the back and then unhook the front." Her voice was unsteady, but perhaps instructions were a good idea.