fandomhigh | Library [Sunday, April 6]

"Good," Adah said and, wanting to be done with the matter before she could start feeling any sort of inclination toward feeling bad about making a big deal out of it when she knew for a fact that she wasn't going to be there for her next shift and that she had no intention of informing him to this effect (although, really, she didn't want to make a big deal out of it; he was the only who insisted), she stretched forward a bit, leaning up, to give him a brief kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe I should go, and leave you to benefit this illusion you've started that you actually do work around here."

"I can shove aside work for you," he said quietly. "Always."

"Oh, I know you can," Adah said lightly, with a small smirk. "I'm sure you can for much less. It's more a matter of if you should."

"Pfft, work can wait," he said and waved a hand at the books.

The smirk remained, as Adah lightly shook her head. She clicked her tongue reproachfully a few times against her teeth. "Such slothful behavior. Such blatant disregard for the all-important task of shelving books. It...isn't as if you have any better way to spend this time."

"...Is there?"

"Shelving books can wait," he said again and shrugged. "I have more important people to pay attention to."

"Like who?"

Adah did rather like to think that she got that innocent quirk of her head down to near perfection, when she wanted it to be.

"Like the girl standing right in front of me," he answered even though he was pretty sure she knew.

"Her?" Adah asked, her grin sharpening a bit. "I think it shows you've got fine taste if that's where you'll invest your time, but how can you be sure she's willing to invest hers on you, hm?"

He moved a little closer and put one hand on the shelves beside her. "I'm going to ask her."

He paused, waited. "Will she?"

"Yeah," Adah said, softly with a matching smile, moving in to close up a little bit of space herself, head tilted expectantly toward him. "Maybe just this once."

Or maybe any time he ever wanted to, really, when you got right down to it. But, for now, she was just going to think about sealing 'just this once' with a lean forward, upward slightly, to kiss the Eel.

Lee met her halfway, brushing his lips across hers lightly, sliding his fingers along her arms just as lightly.

See, and this was much nicer than her getting all tense about expectations she didn't feel comfortable about in the first place. She smiled lightly into his kiss, settling easily into his touch, closing her eyes lightly, but only after taking a brief glance to notice what section of the shelves they happened to be in. That was the sort of detail she felt necessary to bother with for later amusement.

Lee...suddenly couldn't remember where they were at and he probably wouldn't remember until never. There was kissing and sighing and enjoyment to be had.

He kept the kiss light, kept it slow and lingering, making it last longer since he'd missed seeing her Wednesday.

Adah soon realized that she herself was subject to the threat of not remembering, as well, in these present circumstances. She'd noted the section, had prepared to tuck it away into memory, and there was the feeling of her body relaxing from its usual stiffened state, a blur of thoughts as the slow and lackadaisical pace of his lips inspired her own lips' eagerness to respond, and she made a sound not quite a sigh, not yet a moan, and, in that moment, the information she'd been trying to preserve slipped away. She felt it was no great loss, however, let it go, and, instead, went to occupy her fingers in grasping onto something more tangible and less likely to escape, tentatively dancing circles against the Eel's elbow.

Encouraged by her response and her touch, he kissed her a little harder, brought himself a little closer but slid one arm around her waist so she wouldn't feel too off balance and, if she did, he'd be there to help her.

Rare were the moments when Adah would not only allow physical support, but encourage it, and there was a faint bit of amusement in her that those moments seemed to be either ones of life and death, or moments of kissing the Eel. She certainly hoped he felt properly accomplished, especially as she not only let herself lean against him as his arm went around her and she followed him into the deepening of the kiss, but she sought out a bit more support than just that, as her hand departed from his elbow to cling to the fabric of his shirt at the small of his back. But, really, with the way he made her head spin just kissing her like that, it was only to be expected.

Lee pulled back, smiled at her and said, "You planning on taking my shirt off?"

As he pulled back, a small sound of disagreement with the action escaped Adah, her eyes still lightly lidded as she tried to follow him. She stopped just short, though, and grinned. "I hadn't been thinking of it, no," she said, her fingers clinging to the fabric a little more, "but, I have to admit, I think that's one of the better ideas you've had."

He tsk'ed her lightly and said, "Nudity in the library. Now who's the bad one?" And, before she could answer, he was kissing her again.

Adah's lips pressed together against themselves at first when he went to kiss her, as if stubbornly making the attempt to not let him play this game so well, but who was she kidding? It was a brief attempt, quickly aborted, so her strategy changed, enjoying the kissing until she needed to pull back for for a breath. "You're the one said you were fine with being distracted from work," she muttered, quickly, breathlessly, and then caught another kiss, fingers collecting more fabric to start pulling the hem of the shirt up a little bit. "Besides," pull away again, kiss again, then back, with a smirk, "it's not nudity, just shirtlessness, and that wouldn't be anything new for you."

He laughed and wriggled a little in her grasp. "You think you're an expert on my shirtlessness, huh?"

Adah bit a corner of her lip against a grin, taking advantage of the wriggling to subtly pull up a bit more shirt. "I imagine I'm probably more of an expert than most," she commented. "I'll admit to being quite the enthusiast, at any rate."

"No one else has seen me without a shirt as much as you," he confirmed, wriggling again. "And there's no one I want to see as me shirtless as much as you."

"Remind me again," Adah prompted, with another light pull of the Eel's shift, her finger starting to curl around the increased collected fabric so that the tips could take advantage of some of the progress of flesh, "why this is an issue? Are you afraid the books might catch on?"

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