fandomhigh | Library, Sunday

Face made a noise that could have been a greeting.

Or it could have been a muffled snore.

They were marginally less awkward this week, and all right, fine, Cassandra had to admit he was adorable like this.

Even if he was utterly shirking his duties again.

So she walked towards him with what amounted to stealth for her.

Face, who was utterly failing his spot checks today, made the noise again.

Probably not a greeting then.

Cassandra put one hand on the desk and tilted her head so she could watch him properly, a small smile on her face.

She even managed to hold this thought - the 'Garik is adorable' one - for thirty seconds before the 'he's shirking his duties' part set in and she thumbed her hand (sort of gently) against the desk.

Facce started awake, barely catching he book as it fell.

"Hey, Cass," he said, as if he hadn't just been napping.

"Hello, Garik," Cassandra said, smiling at him.

Until she realized she was smiling and attempted to get it under control. "I hope you are reinvigorated."

"Oh, I'm great," Face said with nary a trace of shame. "Just resting my eyes."

"I wonder what made them so tired," Cassandra said dryly.

Face gave her his most adorable expression. "Hard work?"

He was lucky she was flying high on 'we're not completely ruined' right now, and so inclined to find everything about him adorable.

Cassandra groaned good-naturedly. "I doubt that is it," she said. "When did you start your nap?"

Every little bit helped.

"After I did the reshelving." So there had been some work involved today.

"So you did work," Cassandra said, with approval in her voice. "I suppose a rest was not completely unwarranted.

"There was quite a lot of reshelving to do," Face lied blatantly.

Cassandra looked away from him, at the shelves themselves. "Now you are pushing it," she determined.

"Apparently there's lots of big readers at this school."

"I can think of only two," Cassandra said, "And Lucille would have told me if she put in a big order."

She reached out to poke him in the nose. Playfully, in a stiff, Cassandra-esque way.

Face grinned back at her. "Are you suggesting I'm bending the truth?"

Yes, because he was.

"Yes," Cassandra said, shaking her head at him. "And stretching it quite far, as it is. You are entirely too fond of sleeping through your workday."

"I like doing other things during my workday too," Face said. Very innocently.

"I did not bring you lunch," Cassandra told him.

Yeah, she knew that wasn't what he was talking about.

Face, if anything, looked even more innocent.

Cassandra let out a loud sigh.

She leaned over the desk, slightly more carefully than she might have had last semester. "But you are not talking about lunch."

Face raised his eyebrows, trying to hold onto the feeling of normality the teasing brought. "Whatever else could I be talking about?"

"Something terribly indulgent, no doubt," Cassandra said. "And terribly lazy."

She encroached a few more inches, then stayed there, not far from Garik's face.

Face pretended to think about it. "That still sounds a lot like lunch."

"You are terrible," Cassandra said, rolling her eyes.

Though 'terrible' was all she needed to forget about her nerves long enough to kiss him, at least.

Face was relived to discover that this much, at least, felt the same.

Not that he'd ever admit it, because he only played the fool.

It did. And it was thoroughly distracting in its normalcy.

At least, that was the defense Cassandra would give for the way she put herself into the kiss and dragged it out.

Face was perfectly happy to let the kiss continue. It was a simpler way to deal with things.

Wasn't it?

Cassandra broke it eventually, but only so she could slide around the desk and try to make her way into his lap.

Mysteriously, there were remarkably few problems with that on Face's end.

It helped that there needed to be very little thinking involved.

Which made everything much easier all around. For once, Cassandra was willing to let other parts of herself do the thinking.

Like the parts that wanted to slide her arms around him and kiss him again, threat of librarian be damned.

The librarian was more likely to mortify them than anything else...which okay, might have worked on one of them.

Not that Face was thinking about Constantine when he had a lapful of girl and there was kissing involved.

"... You should take an early lunch," Cassandra mumbled, much later, when she'd finally managed to detach again.

Her mouth from his, anyway.

"I think I can manage that," Face said, because yes, that was a brilliant idea.

Cassandra slid back out of his lap, because she was hardly going to remain there, clothed, when they could be somewhere else, ah--

Well.

She snagged his hand and tugged him away from his chair.

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