genesishero | 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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"I don't know," Sholeh said, her eyes very dark. "I've never tried. But I know how nice it feels under my hands to touch nothing but skin..."

"And I know it feels really, really good, having your hands on my chest like that," Evan murmured.

"I'm glad," she replied, settling back down onto him, her hands returning to skimming up his chest. "I like making you feel good."

Was dropping a line of kisses along his collarbone too forward? Sholeh shyly decided to try it anyway.

Forward was apparently the most awesome thing ever. How had Evan gone so long without knowing? He closed his eyes and gasped a little, leaning his head back to better accommodate the kissing she was doing. The last time he'd been kissed like that was twenty years from now, a few months ago.

... Fandom.

"You... you're really good at it, too," he murmured.

She laughed a little in her throat as her exploring thumb swiped over the prodding pale nub that Evan's nipple. Her thumb circled it gently, feeling it stiffen further still, before her hand continued its path down his abdomen, moving back up only once it had skated across the line of his hip.

"Still think I should practice, though..."

"Y-yeah?" She was doing things to Evan with her mouth and her hand that were making his head spin and his mouth go dry. He licked his lips, and then cracked a bit of a smile, his own hands tracing over her back and her hips, yearning against her through the fabric of her dress. "I could probably use some of that myself..."

Her fingers lingered for a moment at the waistband of his shorts. A heartbeat, two, three...waiting almost as if they had a mind of their own to decide the trajectory they would follow...

"Practice how?" Sholeh asked, her leg twining around his as her hand slowly began the ascent back up towards his chest, feather-light touches over his stomach and ribs.

Hmmm. She'd run out of collarbone to kiss. Where to next?

"Practice like... Like how you're doing that with your hands," Evan murmured. "It feels really nice, by the way..."

Yeah, if she were to sit up and look, move a little more closely against him, or if her hand had headed the other way, there wouldn't have been any question about that fact.

"Well, if you think you need to practice," Sholeh whispered, unable to make herself speak any louder. "I am right here, after all."

"You are," Evan murmured, licking his lips. "And... and if you're okay with me getting some practice too..."

Well... then his hand was going to wander a little. Up. Some. To tentatively cup one breast through her clothing.

Normally he liked her clothing. Today, he was not so much a fan.

"I--I think I'd had to be very silly not to be okay with that," Sholeh said. "In fact, I--ooooh."

Yeah. That was some first-rate cupping going on there. In fact, if Evan concentrated, he might even be able to feel the press of a nipple through all her layers.

In some reality, there was a princess who had felt a pea through a hundred mattresses who would have had difficulty feeling something through all of these layers. But Sholeh's reaction to his hand was encouraging, and if he moved the other one to do the same, that could only be better, right?

"I... I don't know, maybe some people are silly," he murmured. "I'm glad you're not."

Well, we couldn't all be running around topless, Evan. Some of us had to wear shirts. And corsets. And a chemise. And--

Never mind.

"I'm feeling very not silly right now," Sholeh assured him, eyes a little wide. Her hands had paused where they were, all her attention taken up by the placement of his hands on her chest. It was hard for her to feel it as anything other than pressure there, but the knowledge that it was Evan's hands more than made up for it. "Kissy, yes. But not silly."

Very kissy.

Room 330, Thursday Evening

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