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Library [Sunday, December 16]

With this planet's holidays fast approaching, Lee's doing something he probably should have done a long time ago: reading to see just what goes on during the various holidays. Of course, just seeing how many holidays were grouped in one month was enough to confuse him. And, after discovering one particular aspect of several of the different holidays, he's confused about something else: gift giving.

The library is open.

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"Still don't see you putting it back on," Adah countered, and ha! This time she was able to catch the tail of the shirt before it retreat back, and her grin grew wider with accomplishment.

"Are you going to steal my shirt?" Lee asked, tugging lightly but not enough to tug it back.

"I don't think it would fit me," Adah responded, tugging in response, light because she couldn't exactly tug very hard. But she did have thoughts in her head of somehow finding the strength to pull him closer, into her, turning pink at the idea. And she also got thoughts of managing to steal the shirt, of doing ridiculous things that girls did like wearing it to bed because it carried his scent, and that turned the pink promptly into red. And caused another tug. "But it would ensure that you don't put it back on. And that you stop flicking me with it."

She oh-so-innocently batted her eyes at him. She'd flagellate herself later for that.

He grinned at the blush, at the tugging and took a step forward, letting the shirt slip a little from his grasp. "It's a comfortable shirt. All soft and worn. I've broken it in."

If it weren't for the fact that Adah knew the Eel couldn't read minds...She drew in a breath, feeling the blush spreading; if he was cold, then he probably wouldn't be, because her cheeks were on fire enough to keep him warm from there. Thoughts of malaria started to filter through her head, knowing entirely where Leah was coming from in her mistaking the disease for lasciviousness.

He didn't tug back, she noticed, which halted her a moment as she tried to read what that meant.

And then promptly gave another tug of her own.

"Doesn't matter if it doesn't fit you," he said, moving a little closer with the tug and letting it slip even further from his grasp. "It'd still be comfortable."

Okay, yes. Adah was pretty sure that all the evidence was pointing to the Eel's intentions being exactly what she was thinking they were. That didn't help her blush at all, but she was starting accept that it wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Dog, she wasn't at all that type of girl; it was something Rachel...Rachel!...would swoon about. But Adah still found herself calculating the fact that one more tug would probably bring him right there close to her, and the shirt entirely in her possession. Or, biting her lip with her eyes watching him carefully for signs she could read.

And gave that last light pull.

And he took that last step, coming to stand right in front of her, just barely not touching and letting the shirt slip from his fingers. "Hi there."

The urge to shift her weight from the desk to the shirtless library aide just a mere millimeter away was a strong one indeed, but Adah resolved to keep herself rigidly in place with her eyes unfalteringly set toward his. She slowly lifted her hand his shirt belt tightly in it. "I'm keeping this," she said, trying to keep her quiet voice firm with the suggestion that she was doing it entirely for his insolence. No other reason what-so-ever. None.

"I have others," Lee said, having no problem whatsoever with her having his shirt. "It's yours. There's no desk between us today."

"There certainly isn't," Adah drawled, slightly annoyed by the slight breathlessness in it, but, really. No desk, and fewer clothes besides. She kept her eyes intently on the Eel, in anticipation of whether or not he was going to do anything about it.

"You took my shirt," he accused, smirking lightly and bringing his hand up to brush across her cheek.

"It's a nice shirt," Adah shrugged her shoulder, which nicely moved the rest of her body so that her cheek just happened to brush against his hand. She smirked back as she added, "Or so I've heard."

"I don't lie about something as important as shirts," he said, leaning down to kiss the cheek his hand wasn't on.

"Shirts are not important," Adah muttered, despite the fact that this one was, now, very important, and she closed her eyes with an intake of breath as the Eel's lips brushed her cheek, and she wasn't sure what she wanted to lean into more, his hand or his kiss.

"Are so," he said, moving his lips from cheek to ear to temple. "They're very important."

Eyes still closed, partially because she couldn't take the added stimulus of sight on top of the kisses, the majority of Adah's support was definitely shifting against the Eel instead of against the desk. Her hand, the good one, held the shirt tightly still, but afforded her forefinger to stretch forward, as her hand rested against his side, that finger slightly curling.

"Mmm." It was not by any means an agreeing sound, simply an appreciative one. Still, there wasn't much conviction behind her demand to know "How?"

"They just are," Lee said, having no real answer and having a much better focal point than explaining shirts. He kissed just behind her ear and moved up to kiss her temple and forehead.

And he lucked out, because that better focal point also worked as a terribly good distraction. Adah was quickly forgetting what they were even talking about.

"You're very good at that," she commented lightly.

"Thank you," he said, trailing kisses along her forehead and down her nose lightly.

"'Welcome," Adah muttered, and, as he placed that kiss against her nose, she lifted her chin, stretching her neck to meet his lips with her. Her aim was a little off because her neck didn't want to stretch straight at the moment, catching the corner of his mouth instead, but she figured it would do.

Lee did the rest, shifting his own lips against hers, brushing lightly at first before pressing a little harder, a little firmer.

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