Room 421, Wednesday Evening

[angelo_wings]

It was strange, not having play rehearsal tonight. It made her feel like it wasn't properly Wednesday at all. She wondered how strange it was going to be, once the play was over and life returned to normal around here.

She also realized she was thinking about the play to not think about the events of the past week, and how crazy those had been. That would change soon enough. No reason to rush it.

She had the room to herself, for now, and had made some hot chocolate. And now, she was just waiting on the boy.

(roomie modded out with permission (thanks!) and just for the Bohemian, please)

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[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"I'd wrap you in my coat as we soared off."

Oh, look, ideas! And more snuggling, and hands moving lightly around to her stomach.

[angelo_wings]

"We could share your coat," she said, leaning up to press her lips over his again. And angling back to see if he maybe wanted to spill onto the bed. Kissing was wonderful sitting up, but even better when you had room to stretch out.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Some tiny part of Christian was busy being quietly amazed a girl was tugging him backwards on her bed like this. At home it meant you were either engaged, Bohemian, or with a girl who wasn't' very nice. (Or all three.)

He decided, for about the 500th time, that he liked 2020 very much as he pressed his kisses more ardently against her lips, legs stretching to intertwine with hers.

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa would have argued that girls like this were especially nice, even if she wasn't quite Like That herself. It wasn't important. What was important was leaning in to the kiss, pulling him more tightly against her and giving herself over to it. It had been a long week. So much stress, so little sleep, and now? Nothing to worry about. Safe to let go, and let herself drown.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Oh, girls like her were the nicest of all.

Christian relaxed, trying to vary the kisses -- now harder, now gentler -- as he melted into her. There was nothing else in the world.

[angelo_wings]

There didn't need to be. There were her fingers, curling into the ends of his hair, and his breath, mingling with hers, and her tongue teasing gently against his lower lip. Her leg curled around his and she sighed, happy to drift here as long as they could.