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Date Posted: 13:38:11 02/27/06 Mon In reply to: Kal 's message, "Re: puke more? well sorta" on 00:24:01 02/27/06 Mon *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 PDA (public displays 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 his words not even registering in her head at the moment. 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 as if to ‘push’ him away and physically stop him, she felt Alec meet it only leaning into her as to say ‘go ahead I dare ya’. And though he didn’t seem to care that they were in a class room, that currently held a class she couldn’t say the same for herself.* “Stop…Stryker enough” *there she got it out, even if it wasn’t particularly convincing, it was at least stronger and more believable that her last plea. Heavy breath taken again, eyes closing a bit as she gathered herself, she felt him shifting next to her, his head coming to rest against hers. Eyes shooting open as he spoke, his warm breath washing over her skin causing a shiver to run down her spine, she did not respond to what was said right away. His voice and feel of his breath making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but him, something only he had the power to do. finally managing to give a weak shake of her head, in protest to what had been said* “not here” *her frame shifting now, as she managed 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. But as ‘unfair’ as it was, they had to stop. As hard as it was they needed to stop, and trust her it was hard for her too. she kept her gaze on him, her breathing still coming in shaky as she tried to get it under control. Watching his actions, her gaze lowering down to his hands as it moved across the desk. Eyebrow raising a bit as if to ask ‘what are you going to do’, if he was going to lift the desk from under her, she like to know about it, since most of her weight was still on it. She remained tense, head lifting slowly from his hands to look at him once more. Watching him expectantly as he tried to control himself. Problem was she didn’t think he would accomplish it, she knew his ‘thinking’ ability. in truth she often argued with him, saying he was a much better thinker then he gave himself credit for. But his view of his thinking ability, or lack there of often got in his way. Weight shifting her legs being pulled up next to her a hand moving so it rested on the desk behind her legs, weight leaning into the arm. She just needed him to calm down…to relax for the rest of the class. Needed him to behave, something she wasn’t sure he was able to do. As stated he was never good at controlling himself. No matter how hard he tried, and one had to give him that much he was trying. Watching him go for the sweatshirt, it made her realize ‘how warm’ she was too. Well that proved that old theory, there was no better way to warm up then to press yourself up against another body. Shifting her weight once more weight bring pushed off the hand, fingers curling into the bottom of the hoodie lifting it awkwardly over her head, letting it drop into her lap, being careful not to let any of her stuff drops out of the pocket. She had an older shirt under it, short sleeved but it was big on her, it belonging to Alec originally, and not herself. A white gauze bandage wrapped her left arm, from her wrist to her elbow, the right arm was bare, though there was hints of healing cuts across it, that had now scabbed over, almost completely healed. Her gaze dropped down to her arm picking at the bandage. She dropped her attention from him, not the smartest idea but keeping her attention on him wasn’t’ working either. Head snapping up as she felt his sweatshirt ‘slide over her head’ and around her back, working as a sling of sorts to help him in pulling her forward. The sudden movement caught her off guard, almost sending her toppling over in the process. The lack of warning for his actions, left little room for her to protest, and she was light to actually stop him, so she had no way to escape him. Gasping as he suddenly stopped pulling her forward, momentum throwing her completely off balance and almost off the desk in the process. Legs shifting quickly her arms wrapping tightly around him, to keep herself from falling, which just ended up with her pressed up against him. legs wrapping firmly around his waist to finish steadying herself. Her frame now pressed up against him, the sweatshirt trapped between them, acting as an extra layer between her and him. lips parting in an attempt to form a protest, to tell him to stop again, but her words ended up being cut short by his kiss. Returning his kiss now, frame pressing up against his, she let out a frustrated growl, legs loosening from him, allowing some distance between her body and his, she reached down swatting at the sweatshirt, pushing the garment so it fell to the floor. Legs tightening once more around him, bringing herself closer to him once more. The feel of his hands causing her frame to shift once more, her eyes fluttering open as his lips left hers. Legs loosening from around his waist, as she very carefully shimmied away from him, doing her best to break free of his kisses. Snatching up his sweatshirt, and the one she had been wearing, her attention turned back to him. okay they will be going now...they’ll be back… just let her go get control of her boyfriend.* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |