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Date Posted: 16:54:01 02/26/06 Sun In reply to: alec 's message, "dean shall PUKE!" on 04:00:54 02/26/06 Sun (more. beginning is the same, i think) *Seeing that they had shocked the teacher into silence made him smirk. Sure it probably wasn’t a good sign, but what did he care. He watched the teacher approach them, nuzzling against Kal’s neck until he heard the teacher’s comment. He snickered against Kal’s neck, lips pressing softly against her neck in a kiss that ended in a nip as the teacher ranted at them. Really…it’s not as if they were undressed and having sex quite yet…so far they were at least fully clothed. No need to get so snippy. Alec then gave the teacher his trademark quizzical look as he saw him slide two handouts onto the desk. Two handouts…did the teacher not even know who his students were? Probably not, considering the awe-inspiring turnout of a total of three people that he had. They guy must love to hear himself talk, a whole lecture planned for such a grand audience. In fact, Alec didn’t even belong there…and the classes that he did belong in, he hadn’t bothered showing up to. Reaching around Kal to drag over one of the handouts, and as the paper slid over he managed to wrap his arm tighter around Kal, pressing her even more firmly against him. Really, you couldn’t get a slice of cheese between them at this point…good luck trying to separate them, or get them off each other. Scanning down the handout, he saw the remark the little woman statue.* “Maybe we were just inspired by this fertility symbol thing. Don’t they say art is inspirational?” *When the teacher asked if they were settled, Alec picked Kal up, hands firmly pushing her hips up onto the desk so that she was seated there. His hands lingered on her hips, sliding back so that his hands rested on her butt. Kissing her again but deeper more forcefully, one of his hands drifted to her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs so that he could press up against the desk and then press her hips against his. His lips worked against her, parting from her momentarily to draw a quick breath. His unoccupied hand slid up from her thigh, up her side and under the hem of her shirt. Really, his mind was too far gone to care whether people were watching, whether there was and audience or not. His hand slid farther up under her shirt, skimming up her side and then caressing her back. His lips again parting from hers, he kissed a quick wet trail from her mouth to her neck. He paused for a second, his lips hovering just above the point were her neck and her shoulder melded together. A breathy but silent sigh let his hot breath spill over her delicate skin. His hand pressing up against her back, he pressed her upper body up against his as he lowered his lips to her neck, his other hand flexing from her butt to her hips as the movement of his mouth morphed from a nuzzling into her to a nipping at the sensitive spot. Then his mouth changed from teeth to tongue as he retraced his trail down her neck and to her lips. Keeping his lips soft against hers at first, he made an almost frustrated grunt-like noise before fully pressing his mouth against hers, tongue massaging against hers. His hand had moved back to her hips, to the waist of the soft battered old pajama pants she had on. They were his sister’s but that wasn’t what was on his mind right now. Hooking his thumb into the elastic band, he pressed his hand against her but didn’t pull down the actual waistband; instead he just rested the weight of his hand against the elastic, straining the waist of the pants downward. He suppressed another animalistic noise from escaping him. The clothing between them was really frustrating him right now, and frankly his mind and especially certain parts of his body didn’t care about anything else but removing the layers of clothing that tortured him so.* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| if he can stomach this... | stryker-poo | 04:15:11 02/27/06 Mon |
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