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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

Oh look, there are tables and chairs over here too. Enjoy the food!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ OCD IS UP. This is the FIRST post for general mingling. Please use this post first, if your browser can handle the comment load. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here and there is more room for mingling here.]

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"Hmm. She works in the library," he said, thinking that was a good hint.

"Hmmm," Adah mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. "That does narrow it down a bit. In fact, I think I have a much better idea now, but I might need another hint."

"Another hint." Thinking he was clever, Lee leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "I just kissed her."

Despite herself, Adah laughed a little at that. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. She shouldn't be encouraging him like that. But it did rather derail the whole direction she had planned on taking it, so perhaps she just didn't know what else to do. She didn't mind the derailing, though. Not when it gave her a nice, soft kiss on the cheek like that.

And the chance to make fun of him about it. "If you can even call that a kiss."

"Are you making fun of my kisses?" Lee asked, feigning shock.

"Noooo," Adah said, carefully, ducking her head slightly. "I just think you can do better, that's all. I expected....you know...excellence. Not mediocrity."

He gaped at her. "I took my shirt off in the cold and now you're making fun of my kisses. My heart, it is breaking. I'd have to trade hugging for kissing."

"All I get from you," Adah said with a heavy sigh that truly weighed her shoulder, the good one, down. Down and increasingly against him, "is talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. You talk too much. You could be proving me wrong, right now, you know."

"I don't talk that much," he said quietly, shifting and moving until he was facing her, hands on her cheeks and just smiling at her. "I talk just enough."

Sucking in a deep breath as she looked up at the Eel, glowering slightly, but playfully, as her toes wiggled with his hands on her cheeks, she tried to calculate whether or not her neck would allow her stretch enough to just get her damn kiss herself, but she doubted it. So there was just more glowering and an insistent, "No. Too much. Just kiss me already."

And, for good measure, she added, "Please?"

"Okay," was all he said before leaning forward, hands tightening slightly on her cheeks and lips soft and easy against hers for a moment before pressing deeper, intent on showing that he could talk a lot but kiss even better.

It was a good thing, too, for the Eel's sake, for getting her to say something like please, that it was a good kiss; anything less would have had to invoke a wrath of epic proportions. But it certainly was good; she started melting into it before his lips even brushed against hers, those hands on her cheeks There was a soft sound in the back of her throat, eager, grateful. She'd like to think that she'd like to play coy on this one, to tell him that she wasn't at all convinced and that he should keep trying, but that was something her body was certainly not going to cooperate with her brain on.

Her response encouraged him, made him smile and he slipped one hand from her cheek to curl around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. He pulled away for a moment, just to take a breath, just to smile at her, before he was kissing her again, nipping at her lower lip just to change things up a bit.

Funny how they kept finding themselves in this situation, him shirtless, holding her tightly as she completely fell into those awfully good kisses of his. And, to think, they'd be back to working at the library next week, too... She wished, though, that her attempts to return the kisses could be better; that the arching of her back in response to him pulling her closer was more voluntary than a sharp, almost painful tick; that her tight, squared shoulders would loosen, seized with a neurological confusion of paralization, that she could do something more than just lean up and succumb to the way her head was spinning.

"You feel nice," Lee mumbled, pressing kisses against her cheek and temple. "Nice. Warm. I like holding you. I like kissing you. And I like telling you that."

[Craaashing soon, stupid work tomorrow.]

Beaming a little bit at the mention of warmth (see? And he was worried about being cold!), Adah grinned as she reveled quietly in each little kiss across the various key spots on her face. "I like hearing it," she assured him softly. "I'd like it more if it weren't for the fact that it's time that could be better spent."

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose before saying, "I'm taking my time." Of course, as soon as he said that, he was back to kissing her, sliding lips across her, nipping gently and rubbing his fingers along the back of her shoulder.

Adah's nose wrinkled, in mock annoyance, as the Eel's lips brushed against it, but she didn't have much time to think about that before he was throwing something different, pleasantly so, at her, something that took everything she had to keep from just being swept away by it, swept away with just how much she liked this.

"We keep doing this in public places," Lee mumbled against her lips, fingers brushing against her neck now. "Makes giving more a little hard."

Eyes closed lightly against the fingers along her neck, like spiders, but the safe kind without the colorful markings of fatal warning, Adah grinned against the Eel mumblings and muttered back, "All those damn stairs..."

"I'd come downstairs," he told her with a nod. "So you wouldn't have to climb. Whenever you wanted."

Smiling a bit crookedly, Adah observed, "My roommate does owe me a few days where I can kick her out, too..."

"So, there'd be privacy," he said with sly sort of smile. "And more kissing. And more...more."

Adah's smirk matched the Eel's smile and she gave a small confirming nod. "You're so clever." Not exactly eloquent, but clever.

"Thank you," he said, pleased. "I'd kiss you a lot," he added, promised, really, before leaning forward and demonstrating that, yes, he would kiss her a lot just like he was doing now.

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