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Date Posted: 04:15:11 02/27/06 Mon In reply to: aleeeeecccccc 's message, "Re: dean shall PUKE!" on 16:54:01 02/26/06 Sun (could be final?) *So they’d interrupted a lecture, what fun. He thought it was an art class…where was all the art, besides for some photograph frozen in place on the projection screen? But 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…ever to his knowledge. It was sometimes hard to remembered where you had wandered when you were drunk or high. Case in point: here. Okay, so maybe they weren’t hammered, but they weren’t sober either. And the whole “ducking into a building to keep warm” thing was getting out of hand…although, he couldn’t actually complain about the method. 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?” *He watched the teacher attempt to ignore them and the disturbance they had caused. No no, he wasn’t going to be let off that easy. You ignore these two, you paid the price. They were a force to be reckoned with, in their own way. When the teacher had returned to his little niche in the classroom and asked if they were all settled, Alec picked Kal up, hands firmly pushing her hips up onto the desk so that she was seated there. Yep…now they were settled, quite happily settled. His hands lingered on her hips, sliding back across them 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. Feeling their bodies so close yet separated, a low yearning tingling sensation made him realize of how ‘aware’ of her he was. 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 both her shirts. Really, his mind was too far gone to care whether people were watching, whether there was and audience or not. He almost relaxed in the safe circle of her legs around his waist, but the fact that it really only succeeded in pushing her hips for firmly against him made him draw in a sharp, sudden breath. His hand slid farther up under her shirt, skimming up her side and then caressing her back. He heard her words to try to coax him to stop…he heard his name and he liked the strained and breathy sound of it on her lips as she tried to tell him to ‘behave’. 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. He heard his name again, heard it spill from her lips…and the plea to stop echoed a request for him to continue.* “make me” *The words were whispered through a breathy but otherwise silent sigh that 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 up 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. Feeling her shift and rub against him, he caught his breathe in his throat, trying not to echo her moan. 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. He knew her refusals, he heard them but he denied them…he knew as well as she did that they were made in vain. Calling out his name like that, even if it was in protest it didn’t quite sound like it and it only made his body more eager. Feeling her hand against his chest, he purposely leaned his weight into it, almost daring her to actually physically stop him. It wasn’t that he didn’t care that he was in a classroom…there may have been some faint shred of decency in him that did in fact care. The problem was that it was no longer his concern where he was, where they were and who was watching. His mind was focused on baser things, more natural and instinctive things than decency. Resting the side of his head against hers, he had barely enough time to let his husky voice formulate a thought, a reaction to her next refusal which had attempted to pick up a different tone to distract and divert him. Head still against hers, he moved so that his lips were closer to her ear, and managed a husky response that was barely above a breathless whisper, yet was full of heat and promise that the romance of his words lacked * “Enough? We’ve barely begun…just shush Kal, shush and fuck me.” *but his words seemed to fall upon dead ears as she pulled away from him, and he leaned heavily into the desk where she had been, trying to steady his labored and shaky breathing as well as his body now that it ached for her touch. Unfair…rules of the game were you couldn’t just pull away like that; it wouldn’t stop anything, just delay and make the need grow even stronger during the wait. He slowly looked up at her with a devilish smirk, and the look was raw and almost animalistic. She…they…he’d gone too far to stop now; he was too excited, too entranced and too deep in to stop and be shot down now. His shoulders sagged and his arms flexed against the wood of the desk from his shoulders down to his hands. His hands slid across the surface of the desk, each taking a firm hold of either side of the desk as he still leaned against it. He almost looked as if e were panning to pull it out from under her, or lift it and toss it aside to reclaim the distance that separated their bodies. He lowered his gaze, closing his eyes as if willing the blood to flow back into his brain so he could at least try for some concentration. But he wasn’t exactly a great thinker, he really was more of an animal, a creature that reacted by instinct before thought had a chance to creep up and ruin the deal. But the attempt at thought, at trying to reclaim his own attention and he was suddenly realizing how very warm he felt standing their trying to catch his breath. His body still shaking, nearly thrumming with the pent up and now unreleased energy, he shifted his weight onto one arm, his other moving to pull at the fabric that now felt like it was encircling and choking his neck. Swatting at it blindly, he dared not open his eyes because he knew his lustful gaze would find Kal, and that he couldn’t be held responsible as to the result of that. So he tried to behave, tried to behave for her because she had simply asked him to. His hand finding the zipper of his sweatshirt, he tugged it down sharply, and the sudden movement not only opened the sweatshirt, but made it slide off his shoulders so that it was hanging oddly from his one wrist, across his back and to his raised elbow. His raised hand tugged vainly at the collar of his sweater…yes he was still hot, but he couldn’t remove it…he shouldn’t remove it. Pushing his arm off the desk, he wavered slightly on his feet, but held his balance although he had to open his eyes as if to make sure. And his eyes caught sight of her and any control he thought he’d regained was reclaimed by raw, powerful sexual instinct. Pulling the sweatshirt of his arms, he kept a hold of a sleeve in each hand as he slid the sweatshirt over her head and behind her back like a sling. Leaning into the desk again, he pulled the sweatshirt to him at the same time, hoping she would find no way to protest and escape. Pulling the sleeves of the sweatshirt behind him until their bodies once again met, he nearly hissed at her when her hips pressed against his again. Instead he sunk the hiss into her, pressing his mouth against hers to stop any new protest that could arise. He let the sweatshirt fall as it was around them, letting his hands travel smoothly but definitely over her pajama-clad to her outer thighs, keeping an even pressure now on her legs, pressing her firmly against him for a moment before letting his hands continue their journey up either side of her body, skimming over her clothes until they came to a rest on her shoulders. Intensifying the kiss, he broke with a definite intent as he shifted his head to run a new trail down her neck on the opposite side of the one he had made before. As the pattern of quick wet kisses and continuously rougher nips neared her shoulder, he bent his arms and put their weight against hers, guiding her hands down to his waist and partially under his sweater just as his mouth found the sought-after spot on her neck, and worked at it with a hard brush of teeth and the forceful pressure of his tongue.* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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