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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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"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.

Oh! Oh, this was something Sholeh could do to help! This, right here!

Evan leaned over her and she tipped her face up to meet his, already opening her mouth slightly before their lips even met. A hand rose to hold his cheek and guide his face down to hers.

"Oh, Evan," she breathed.

"Hey, Sholeh," Evan breathed back, leaning his face into her hand for a moment before, in a fit of embracing the manufactured courage that the island was providing, there, he moved forward to press his lips against hers.

A good, proper kiss. Kissing! His girlfriend! They were kissing!

Wow. Oh wow. Why didn't they do this more often? Sholeh would ask him, but that would require her to move her mouth and that was just silly.

There was very important kissing to be done.

Such very important kissing also required her to lightly hold his shoulders to make sure he didn't go anywhere. She liked him--and his mouth--exactly where it was.

The encouragement was welcome, too! Evan hummed happily, settling into the kiss. He had no idea if he was actually any good at it, but he was certainly enjoying it, and the way Sholeh's hands closed around his shoulders, and the way he could get a little closer to her still if he just shifted his weight a bit, kneeling on the floor before her and stretching upward like so...

He wanted to be really, really close to her.

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Close was good. Close was almost as good as kissing! Maybe not quite as good, but Sholeh had vague memories of a time when closeness had been even better--though she had been wearing fewer layers between them that time.

Many fewer. Like...none at all. Just skin to skin and the closeness had been wonderful.

She stretched upwards and she leaned forwards, her hands tentatively sliding over his shoulders to his back, pushing herself that much closer still...

The desk chair tilted forward with her weight, creaking a bit on its pivot.

It creaked a little more still when Evan wrapped his arms around her, just the once, and straightened his back slightly. He paid it no attention. He was thoroughly lost in the kiss, and the way her hands felt on his back, and how much he wanted to just pull her into his lap and maybe keep her there forever...

He hummed softly, to let her know that he was quite happy with the situation as it stood. In case she'd been worried.

Sholeh hadn't been worried, but the confirmation was nice anyway. Her answering noise was indicative of the same. One leg made its way out from under her skirts and hooked around his thigh and each breath pressed her chest against his, making her breasts tingle under the many layers of fabric that separated them.

She shifted forward, trying to get closer yet--and the chair finally gave up, toppling over and spilling Sholeh onto the floor.

Or, more accurately, onto Evan.

... And suddenly, Evan was on his back on the floor. Evan was on his back on the floor with Sholeh on top of him, and he was blinking up at her, wide-eyed, with his arms around her and his heart thumping in his ears.

"Whoa... Are you okay?"

Because falling was a bit of a moodkiller.

For... a second or two. And then he found himself keenly aware of the fact that he was shirtless, and his girlfriend was on top of him.

"... Hi."

"I'm okay," Sholeh said. "You kinda broke my fall. Thank you."

And what better way to thank him than by giving him another kiss? Sholeh couldn't think of any!

Kissing in a chair and leaning against one another was nice. Kissing while you were lying on top of someone and they were topless? WAY NICER.

So, Evan was going to just stay down here. On the floor. Here on the floor was where he was going to stay. Forever. Just so long as Sholeh was okay with staying, too. Was she?

She should be. That would be kind of awesome.

And if his fingers tightened a little around the fabric of her dress and clung on, well, maybe that was just his way of letting her know, since his mouth was otherwise occupied.

One of the reasons this relationship worked so well was because Evan and Sholeh were very compatible. They liked books and school work and apparently laying on the floor kissing one another. These were excellent things to have in common, yes.

Moving? What kind of idiot would want to do that? She liked the way he felt beneath her, the way his fingers were clutching her dress, the way his lips were pressed against hers.

More talks about books should end this way.

Really, if talks about books ended this way all the time, they'd probably never talk about anything else. Which Evan was okay with. What else was there to talk about?

He was going to be super daring now, and-- There had been a thing he remembered doing on that weekend when they were all older, where they weren't just kissing, they were kissing with tongue. Would it be too bold of him to try that?

Sholeh would stop him if it was, right?

You'd better believe she definitely would!

...Once he did something that Sholeh didn't think was appropriate. Tongue was not such a thing, however. Tongue seemed only right and natural and good on him for thinking of it!

His tongue slid between her lips and she opened her mouth a little wider to accommodate him. Her finger stroked his cheek and then she slipped him her tongue, too.

It really should be noted that Evan hadn't done much kissing, except for shy pecks on Sholeh's cheek, in his whole life. And now he was kissing. With tongue. While shirtless. On his floor.

The Evan of last week would probably never have believed it. He hardly did himself, now. But it was good. It was really good, even if neither of them were particularly good at it, and he found himself closing his eyes and getting lost in it a little bit.

Up until Ozzy came up and started sniffing at their hair. That part was a tiny bit distracting.

And then Evan was trying very hard to not crack up.

[I'M SORRY I HAD TO MY BRAIN COULDN'T AAAH.]

It was definitely a good reminder that they probably shouldn't be on the floor and making out, especially while Evan was topless. She was having trouble coming up with reasons why right now, but she was fairly certain there were some.

Though Evan's very obvious struggle not to laugh was making her huffy. "This isn't funny!" she said, finding it rather difficult to bury her face in her hands when they were partially tucked under him. "It's embarrassing!"

[AHAHAHAHAHA! I WIN MAKEOUT CHICKEN!]

"It's... it's a little silly," Evan replied, smiling up at her brightly. "I'm not going to tell anybody what happened, though. And... I mean... you're not embarrassed to be kissing me, are you?"

"Yes!" Sholeh said, before realizing how that likely sounded. "I mean, no, not like that. Not the way you're thinking."

It wasn't possible for her to blush any brighter, but, by golly, she was giving it the old college try.

"I'm embarrassed by how, umm, wantonly I was kissing you," she admitted. "It was nice. Really nice. I didn't really want to stop. I felt very...sexy."

And that, Evan, was embarrassing.

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