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Library [2-18]

There wasn't a teevee in the library for George to keep up on th'hockey scores so instead he was studying books on hockey drills.

He was really wishing there was a teevee though...

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There were lots of ways Karla could have answered that. She could have asked him if he were sure, if he wasn't just saying that. She could have jumped up and down and squealed and clapped her hands. She even could have said, 'Sure, okay; juice or soda'--though, admittedly, she wouldn't have been able to stay that deadpan for long.

Her answer instead was to lean over the counter and attempt to kiss him breathless. If he could feel any of what she was, it would be answer enough.

He was kissing her back and trying not to grin so much that he had to stop kissing her.

Kissing was the best possible answer to any question.

Well, those that didn't involve eating.

See? They had so much in common!

Karla ran her fingers through his hair, and then brought her hand back to cup his cheek.

Mmmm...kissing was very nice.

After a few more minutes, she reluctantly pulled away. "You're at work," she said. "I don't want the librarian to get angry at you..."

"He's probably sleepin' in his office," George told her, cheerfully slandering Mr. de Tamble. "T'won't matter."

"Still, just to be safe, maybe I should stay over here," she teased.

And then used just the tiniest bit of Craft.

Suddenly, there were a trail of whisper-light kisses being pressed against George's jawline. A pair of phantom hands tangled themselves in his hair, while his earlobe got gently nipped at.

"See? I can behave," she said, even as she leaned in again.

He scowled at the invisible touch, turning around t'smack whoever that was. If they touched his pocket, they'd be in trouble.

Turning back to her, George was still frowning. "'m likin' different kinds of misbehavin' better," he argued.

Karla blinked a few times in surprise at his reaction. And then laughed, feeling very cheered for reasons she couldn't quite fathom and didn't want to think about too closely. "Well, if you're sure Mr. DeTamble won't mind," she said, moving in to kiss him again.

There wasn't a lot that could stand up to the promise of kissing when one was ~~fifteen~~ ~~sixteen~~ a teenager.

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