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Library [Sunday]

Lee had never been more thankful for the library than today. An easy, believable excuse not to go anywhere his father might be lurking.

He's behind the desk, maybe doing some sulking, or maybe he's just thinking. Who knows.

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Similarly, Adah couldn't help the heavy leaning of her face toward her favored left, against the warmth of his right hand against her cheek, her eyes still lightly closed. It was almost too much, but walls fell around that Eel with alacrity, like landslides. And, despite that, her constant urge to just be difficult, rose up even against herself as she couldn't help thinking that, my, if he would attempt to transcribe all that on his skin, she certainly wouldn't mind tracing these at all...

But, for now, she just leaned against his hand with a content smile, boggling over it all. She'd probably never understand. In the moment, she wondered why she even bothered obsessing so much on trying to.

"I could do this..." He trailed off, brushed his thumbs across skin and smiled. "I could this everyday."

He'd never hated the library desk so much in his life.

"I can write you things on my hands or my arms whenever you'd like," he told her. "I could try to tell you what I know."

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Adah said, quietly, with dual meanings, like everything; she kept her eyes closed because she didn't trust he could keep a handle on her control if she had to look at the Eel with all of this, those eyes. He was probably smiling, too, which wouldn't help. She could actually feel his smile, after all. And, already, she was feeling her senses starting to tease her, threatening to overwhelm her and her damn sensitive nerves, "but words aren't the only way to say something..."

The senses flared for a moment, making her dormant right side suddenly twitch at an idle, back minded, right sided thought that, Dog, that sounded like something River would say.

"That's all you needed to say," Lee said, leaning nearly all the way across the counter and lightly kissing the corner of her mouth. And then pulling back, smiling before pressing a kiss against her lips.

Who cares that it was the library, middle of the day? He wanted to say something.

[About to fall off to bed omg! Back in the AM]

At least in the library, they were surrounded only by books, rather than people. A faint smile graced Adah's lips at the feeling of a light kiss brushed up against them; they pursed, slightly, out of instinct and she didn't expect more, just a light move to match the light tone of both their voices, but then the Eel returned with exactly what she didn't expect. It forced a sound of surprise out of her, and she fell, slightly, at a loss of balance, with her hand pressing hard into the desk for support before allowing herself to melt, melt, as much into it as her need for support would allow.

Lee, again, found himself hating the stupid desk but he didn't want to move, not when he didn't have to. He could lean across the desk, stroke her cheeks with his fingers, kiss her lazily, easily for a few moments before pressing a little harder.

He was coming around that desk next time.

Adah, meanwhile, was intensely grateful for that desk beneath her, knowing full well that, with those kisses, with the way he shifted them as soon as they started to get comfortable or predictable, she needed the support. The tree the other day, the desk today; she knew that, without them, the support could come from the Eel himself, but she was still loathed enough toward help to be entirely sold on the kisses to exchange them for an entire offering of her independence. This, though, this was divine, and each returning kiss came with a soft grin and a prayer that the arm she was leaning forward on decided to stay strong.

It was the grins, the way he could feel them against his lips, his mouth, that made him nearly stop what he was doing, just so he could see the grin. But, this was better, a lot better, and he didn't want to stop.

Instead, he slid the hands on her cheeks back a little, fingers brushing back the hair at her temples as he stood on tip toes, pressed closer, kissed deeper.

It was almost if Adah could feel the swell of the shift, the transition, fingers in her hair and a deepened kiss, a certain eagerness involving tip toes and tilted heads. The clenching of her chest, the dulling of her brain, the unfortunate tendencies for breaths to get lost. She didn't want to, but it was all so...she had to pull away for a second, gathering in a breath to center herself again, finally opening her eyes in that moment, to see his expression as he leaned her forehead toward his. She thought to say something, something small, just his name, but decided to just let her look say it instead.

Lee still had his eyes closed, still had his fingers brushing against her hair and had newly acquired pink cheeks, deeper breathing.

He smiled though, slow and warm, smiled so only she could see because she was the only one he wanted to see and didn't move away otherwise.

That his eyes were still closed, that his cheeks were tinted pink, that his breath caught and he still smiled even though she'd pulled away...Adah had the answer to any question, any doubt, any reservation she could have had at that moment, so she closed her eyes again, leaning in, to lightly resume where she'd broken off.

He leaned in closer again, enjoying the light, lazy pace, enjoying that she'd come back. He kept the rhythm of his fingers slow, gentle, again, so she could feel him, know he was there. Her hair was soft, long, falling over his fingers and he made note to remember that sensation.

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