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Study Hall, Wednesday [01/20]

Study Hall, Wednesday [01/20]

Ziva opened the study hall early again today, but instead of getting onto the computer once the snacks and drinks were set out, she simply sat down at the front of the room with a stack of gun magazines. She'd turned into quite the packrat over the last few months, not having had the time to go through them to see if there was anything she wanted to save, and it was time to fix that now.

[OCD is up!]

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It was them. The game was usually more important; that was half the fun.

"Then I'd hope you at least try something interesting," she replied. "Although not too interesting. We wouldn't want to disrupt the other hard-working students, now would we?"

"I could just talk to you," he said very softly and deliberately. "I could point out that I can't do much of anything useful seated with you at my back, but if you take your hands off my eyes so I can stand up, we could leave and ..."

There were no words there. Just thoughts. Pictures. Interesting pictures.

... there might have been a blindfold in one or two.

"So. You see."

Edited 2010-01-20 17:44 (UTC)

There was a huff of laughter from behind him as Emma 'tsked' in mock-disapproval.

"Naughty naughty," she scolded, keeping her hands over his eyes so that he couldn't see her blush. "You would abandon your..." Emma leaned over his shoulder to peer at his work. "Algebra so callously?"

"It's not really callous," Jack said, pulling lightly at her wrists in a way that tried to coax them away without doing anything so vulgar as forcing them. "And algera would forgive me. I have it on good faith."

"Are you on such good terms with your algebra that would forgive such an indiscretion?" she teased, letting him mover her hands at last. "Do you often carry on conversations with your textbooks as to what you will and will not be forgiven for?"

"Ceaselessly," he said, beaming up at her smugly. "Don't you?"

"I'm not much one for chatting with inanimate objects," Emma laughed, smiling down at him. "I prefer chatting with people who are a bit more intellectually stimulating and interesting than the published works of some old academic in a research hall."

"Si I beat out an algebra textbook for you?" Jack asked, and tried to swivel to pull her into his lap. "Emma, that may be the best compliment I've recieved in days."

The place seemed rather deserted today, so Emma went willingly into his lap. "That simply must be a fib," she replied, reaching up to toy with his curls. "I can't believe you'd go that long without wilting from lack of proper appreciation."

Jack made a low, pleased noise in his throat and ducked his head to give her better access. "You have that little faith in my ability to sustain myself, do you?"

He was clearly amused.

"I have that much faith that you get bored easily!" she returned. "With that tricksy little brain of yours always needing something to do."

"I can find plenty to do without getting pretty girls or pretty boys to compliment me," Jack insisted. "... not that I object to your presence."

Rather, in fact, the opposite.

"But can you find anything to do that's quite as fun?" she asked archly. "Besides spending time with me, of course."

Humility, thy name is not Emma Frost.

"You," Jack informed her, "are a rather vain girl."

He didn't sound like he minded.

"That doesn't mean I'm wrong," Emma pointed out, rather smug. "You're never bored when I'm around."

Laughing Jack shook his head and brought a hand up to rest on her thigh. "Did you have specific plans to entertain me today? Or are you just going to tell me I should be fascinated to have the great Emma Frost on my lap?"

That was nice, and Emma made a small happy sound. "You're the one that said you couldn't do anything with me at your back," she replied. "So. Now I'm on your lap. Unless you had other plans in mind?"

She was just going to give back to him those oh-so-interesting thoughts he'd shown her earlier. In case he'd forgotten.

"No, no, those can suffice for plans," Jack said, trying to control any physical reaction to the ideas she was being so generous with. "Though doing it in front of Professor David might be a bit of a challenge."

Edited 2010-01-21 01:20 (UTC)

"Well, we could go back to my room to work on your algebra," she suggested innocently. "Beka's at work today, so she won't mind."

"It might be a calmer place to study," Jack offered innocently.

Because Bobby was such a distraction.

"You, me and" -- he sent those thoughts back at her -- "math homework would make for a perfect afternoon. Shall we, Miss Frost?"

"I've got biology homework, too," she offered, giving him a bright smile as she (reluctantly) got off his lap. "So there will be plenty to keep us occupied."

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