http://stupid-toasters.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-10-21 01:24 pm
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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.

Re: Lunch

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Lunch

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Lunch

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Lunch

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
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.