genesishero | Room 330, Thursday Evening

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Room 330, Thursday Evening

It had been... well, definitely some kind of week. The very distracted sort of week, in fact, where Evan had alternated between trying to study and trying to work off some of that excess energy that he had all pent up since Monday. He'd even called in on what would have been his first day of work, explaining to his new boss that there was no way he was going to be able to do his job in the middle of all of this pollen.

Calling in pollenated was completely legitimate around here, right?

This evening, he was smack-dab in the middle of 'working it off' mode. His books were all piled up on the other side of the room and he'd cleared a space in the middle of the floor, where he was doing push-ups. Lots and lots and lots of push-ups. Kinda pasty shirtless push-ups. Because, really, what else was there for it?

He was desperately hoping this whole thing would wear off before the visitors could begin arriving to the island tomorrow.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open if anyone wants to visit Evan beforehand.]

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Oh, as if that would last long this week. Honestly.

"I know, right? I don't think I have anyone coming, myself. I mean, Wade's pretty busy and I think Logan's figuring out that I don't really want him around right now. But everyone else's parents?"

That would be... awkward. A bit.

"Maybe we could spend some time together tomorrow," Sholeh offered. "Since neither of us have anyone coming to visit? This way we don't interfere with anyone else's parent time."

And they could have a 'No Guests For Us' picnic somewhere off on the beach and pretend like that didn't bother them at all.

It would be pretty much the best picnic ever. Away from all the insanity of the meet and greet, and all...

"I'd like that," Evan decided, and then he took a seat on the edge of his bed. "Caius wanted to talk to me sometime this weekend. I have more training to do before he leaves, I think. But tomorrow? At least once the meet and greet is all set up, I'd love to sped time with you."

Nothing horrible could happen at a picnic with just the two of them during a pollen week!

"He wants to spend time with Zeela, too," Sholeh said, looking around for somewhere other than the bed to sit down. The bed was just too inviting right now. "Maybe he'll have you two training together?"

Not a chance!

"Maybe," Evan replied, nodding a little bit and standing up again, moving to pull out the chair at his desk for her. "I mean, he really only gets the weekend, he'll probably want to get as much done as he can with us as quickly as possible, since he's really mostly here for Yeul."

"It's very kind of him to take any time for us at all," Sholeh agreed, sitting down in the offered chair. She trailed her fingers over his hand as a thank you before sitting. "I know Zee's really looking forward to it."

Evan was pretty sure training wasn't all that Zee was looking forward to, but he decided to bite his tongue on that particular point, nodding and smiling a little at her hand.

"It'll definitely be a learning experience," he decided, stepping behind the chair and resting his hands lightly on her shoulders. Maybe a little backrub or something... "So, tell me more about this book you have?"

For some inexplicable reason, he would find that Sholeh was carrying a lot of tension today. Especially after his hands found her shoulders and began rubbing.

"Mmm..." Barely a sound, more like a small catch in her throat, but Sholeh was keenly aware of it anyway.

Yes, book. Definitely book. Good time to talk about book because it wasn't sitting around making noises because Evan was touching her.

"Have you ever read it?" she asked quickly. "They keep talking about this other book and I don't understand it. I thought you might have some insights. You always know just what I want--I mean, what I need to know."

"Well, maybe not always," Evan demurred, stretching his neck a little in order to get a better look at the book while he continued to rub her shoulders. "How far have you read so far? Is the other book all that's tripping you up?"

Sholeh was very much aware of how close his head was to hers now. If she wanted to, she could lean over and kiss him--and she very much wanted to. But--would he mind? He was just as close as she was and hadn't moved to kiss her. Perhaps he'd prefer it if she didn't?

She shifted slightly to look at him, tongue darting out to lick her lips. Who knows what might have happened next, if Zhahar hadn't irritatedly said, *Sholeh! Book!*

"Oh!" She jumped a little in her seat, startled. "Err, yes. It seems very important to them, but I don't know what it is or where they're going on their, err, progress."

When she jumped, Evan nearly did, himself, blinking at her with wide eyes, and then down at the book, and then back at her again.

"The other book seems important to them? Or their progress?"

Focussing wasn't normally this difficult, was it? And this was an angle he'd never really considered Sholeh from, before. He licked his own lips, and then attempted to turn his gaze back to the reading material in her hands. Book. Book. Book...

"They're trying to mimic the progress from the other book in their own house," Sholeh said. "It's all very confusing. I guess the pilgrim in the other book goes on a long quest that the girls want to do as well? But they can't go anywhere because they're poor? I don't really know any of the places that the pilgrim travels, though."

She brought the book closer to him, showing him a page she'd marked, as she leaned closer. "It says he traveled here to Vanity Fair, but that's another book too! I'm hopelessly confused!"

"Another boo-- Oh! You're thinking about the magazine now, right? Ignore that, that one has nothing to do with it," Evan replied, biting the inside of his cheek. Laughing would be unhelpful now, especially with her so close...

Wow, was she ever close.

"... The book they keep talking about is allegory. The places he goes to... they're not actually real places, you know? And a lot of the allegory is... well, his name is Christian. I mean, it's all rather..."

Um.

"Rather..."

Where was he going with this, again?

"Blatant..."

She pulled away, trying not to pout at him. "Sorry, Evan. I'm not at all conversant with your blatant Christian allegories."

Hormones made for a bit of a mood swing.

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Evan was going to just smack his forehead against a wall a few times after she left, if that was okay?

"I didn't mean to say that you should be," he replied, cringing slightly. "You're not from Earth, how would you? I just mean, the book that they keep talking about isn't subtle. There are people in it named things like Obstinate and Help and Hypocrisy. There's a city named Destruction and a Valley of Humiliation and..."

He licked his lips, not quite able to look away from hers.

"It's not like they include the whole book in that one."

"Okay," Sholeh said, slightly mollified. "The book just acts like I'm supposed to know all this stuff its referencing and why it's important to the rest of the book."

She huffed, though leaned over and rubbed her cheek against his to show he was forgiven for his accidental slight.

"One is all tied up in the other, and you can't really appreciate what it's saying unless you understand the references first," he murmured, nodding and closing his eyes. Her cheek was warm against his, and soft, and inviting. "It makes the assumption, because the first was almost two centuries old when the one in your hands was written, but..."

He leaned his face back against hers and smiled. Her hair tickled at his cheek, and she smelled like... well, like herself. It was distracting, at best.

"But not even everyone from Earth pays attention to Christian Allegory..."

"Mmm," Sholeh agreed, nuzzling his cheek still. His skin was smooth against hers, save the soft ridge that followed his cheekbone up and provided a slight contrast. "I see."

Or she was just making words, one of those.

Her head was slightly tilted, baring the side of her neck, her hair tossed over her other shoulder. If Evan looked at the back of her neck, he'd spot a smattering of golden freckles on the skin there.

"I like it..." The book again. Really.

Oh no, her freckles. He could vaguely remember trying to count them, once, when he was somebody not entirely himself. Now, the idea of counting them seemed like an insurmountable task. He wanted to explore them, yes, but counting? Too slow.

"Y-yeah?"

She liked it, and he was nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling.

"Oh yes," she agreed softly, head tipping backwards. She was certain now that she wasn't talking about the book anymore, but not entirely sure if he knew that. "Very much."

Her breathing sped up and she found herself resenting the boning of her light corset and the tightness of her high collar. Maybe she should wear clothing more like Zhahar's, light and breathable and so easily moved out of the way....

Evan wasn't completely hopeless. The way she was breathing and the tilt of her head were hints enough. And even if they weren't, he was feeling very much the same way, himself.

Which was probably why, in a fit of daring, he murmured "Sorry," and gave her throat an experimental nibble, just above that high collar of hers.

"Oooh!" It was another one of her surprised squeaks, but far breathier than the ones he usually heard. It was followed by another sigh and a few creeping fingers that tugged her collar down, giving him more room to explore.

"No need for apologies," Sholeh murmured.

"No?"

Well, if he didn't have to apologize, then the best thing to do would be to keep kissing, right? Especially with the way she moved her collar down like that, exposing more skin for him to nip at and appreciate.

"You're so pretty, Sholeh. You are."

So he was going to just keep kissing, okay?

Okay!

"No, Evan, I'm--ohhhh." Her instinctive denial was cut short by the feeling of his teeth against her neck. That hadn't been something she was prepared for!

...Though if he wanted to do it again, she didn't think she'd mind at all.

"Shouldn't I be...?" Doing something? Anything?

"Be?" Talking was hard. Evan's mouth had to be doing a thing, see? "Be..."

He actually didn't know what they were talking about. He did now, though, that kissing her neck was nice, but he would much rather move around her so that he could kiss her on the mouth.

She wouldn't mind if he did that, right? Because that was exactly what he was moving into position for now, stepping around the chair and then leaning over it to be closer to Sholeh still.

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