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Date Posted: 00:24:01 02/27/06 Mon In reply to: kal 's message, "puke more?" on 14:08:44 02/26/06 Sun *A lecture? Now fuck, she doesn’t remember anything in the class descriptions about having lectures. Had there been, she wouldn’t be here right now, she didn’t have patience to care about damn lectures. But it seems they had managed to shut him up, be it shoving him into stunned silence or whatever, it didn’t much matter, she couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that pulled at her lips. Maybe it wasn’t a good sign, but when ever did either of them care? A hand lifted gently to rest on the back of Alec’s head, fingers intertwining with the black strands as she felt him nuzzle into her, her eyes fluttered a bit, a hint of a moan rising in her throat at the feel of the nip. Damn it bad Alec, she can’t keep her attention on the teacher when you do that. heavy breath caught in her throat for a moment, before she forced herself to relax, tongue brushing over her lips. her head turning to look at Dean as he spoke, eyebrow quirking a bit in curiosity, come on they were behaving so far… they could be worse. As already pointed out no need to get snippy or they can get worse to prove that. Head tilting a bit, as he pressed down the two hand outs. Two? Why two? Surely he wasn’t going to bother with Alec, it was enough of a waste to try and bother with her, let alone Alec at least you stood a chance when it came to her…if Alec wasn’t around to distract her. Frame tensing up as Alec reached around her, causing his frame to press up tighter to hers, and her she winced slightly but otherwise didn’t respond. Hand reaching up for the handout as he finished with it, scanning it herself, mumbling a series of ‘blah blah’ and random facts from it, before she crumbled it up and let it drop* “boring… no one told me I sighed up for no fucking lecture on art history…… and many people will argue that the art of procreating is a form of art… but I promise there no baby making here… I can’t get pregnant” *A bewildered look washed over her features, almost as if thinking ‘did I just say that’. Though it was true, she didn’t sign up for no fucking lecture on art history, she didn’t sign up for a class on fucking either… so go figure. Anyway she really wasn’t interested in art history she heard a lot of it before, and she wasn’t interested. She didn’t care where art came from, how it changed over the years, who did what, when, or any of that crap. It wasn’t important to her, or her artwork. She could truly understand and respect it for anyone who was interested in majoring in the area, but otherwise it was useless to her. She didn’t much care about dead people and how they expressed themselves, she cares about how she expresses herself. nose scrunching a bit in a rather comical expression as Dean spoke again, a hand rising to wave off his question, though she did give a hint of a nod in a ‘I’m good’ matter. She shifted her weight now, pulling herself with Alec’s help onto the desk, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck, her hands resting on the back of his neck. Frame tensing a bit, a hint of a gasp coming at the feel of his hands her head leaned up a bit to meet his kiss, though at the feel of his hand on her thighs her hand at his neck tightened a bit, in an attempt to pull attention back into the ‘real world’. legs shifting to wrap gently around him pulling him slightly closer* “Alec….behave” *words said quietly, though it was extremely hard to concentrate with him pressed up against her like this, and it didn’t help he was so noticeably excited…to erm be there. Truthfully she had no qualms about PSA (public shows of affection), if people had a problem with it then they didn’t have to watch. Though they sure made that option hard, it was almost like a car accident, just couldn’t help but stare... Shuddering slightly at the feel of his hands at her sides, damn that was cold. Hands reaching up to swat his away, her grip gentle on his wrist though despite the obvious protest… Alec knew her way to well. Knew how to make her mind reel, and the kisses to her throat served that very purpose. A sensitive spot for her, the feel of her lips caused all protests to cease for the time being. Eyes fluttering closed, groan rising in her throat, head tilting into his kisses giving him her throat. Eyes fluttering briefly her frame tensing up at the feel of him hovering over her throat/shoulder, the heavy breath causing a shudder to run down her spine. Biting at her bottom lip, muffling a moan as his nuzzling turned to nips… damn it* “Alec….Alec…please” *Words said in what was supposed to be a ‘okay...enough’ way, came out anything but, voice husky strained, definitely not convicting ‘stop’ tone. Her mind ‘knew’ they had to stop, but her body so wasn’t agreeing at the moment, putting it simply, hormones were winning at the moment. Frame shifting against his, causing her to rub up against him, causing another choked moan to rise in her, the pajama pants weren’t much of a barrier. Feeling his hand at her waist move to her pants, her hips arched once more, in a uncontrolled action. Heavy breath being taken in, as stated her body wanted him, her mind on the other and was the logical part of her, and it was logical enough at the moment to register the thoughts ‘shit this has gone to far’. She despite her entrance, not exactly high enough to be comfortable with doing him right here. Audiences just weren’t her thing, when she wasn’t completely wasted. Hand shifting to press to his chest gently* “Stop…Stryker enough” *there she got it out, her frame shifting to pull away from him as she said it, putting distance between her and him so they weren’t touching, though she wasn’t out of reach. She watched him closely her breathing coming slightly shaky. No it wasn’t easy to ‘turn him down’, not when it was for something like class. But she was trying to behave. So give her some credit for that, she didn’t want to be kicked out of this class. She didn’t get the privilege of drawing outside of class; she couldn’t seem to make herself concentrate on it. hell she was having a hard enough time making herself concentrate on it right now. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| Re: puke more? well sorta | Kal | 13:38:11 02/27/06 Mon |