Dorm common room: Angelus and Beka

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After observing the weapons debate in Study Hall Angelus led Beka out of there before either one of them killed somebody, possibly themselves, thanks to their sheer disgust with it all.

Angelus found them an empty common room and gestured gallantly for Beka to go ahead. "After you. You look like you need the break more than I do."

[ETA: Possible smut to be had as this goes on. You are duly warned.]

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She smirks. "Nice. But you probably just want to check out my ass."

It's just a feint though, because she's grateful. So when she brushes past him, she trails her fingers over his chest and looks up at him for a long second. "Thank you, a phrase I don't use often."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"All acts of charity are selfish ones," he replied. He gave her one of his more charming grins. "And you're welcome. Ditto."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Selfishness isn't a bad thing. Idealism is dangerous." She leans up against a wall. If Jack were here, she'd be candid and probably near to crying. It's Angelus. So she plays. Hard. And hopes he bites. "You're no idealist. But you're still dangerous. Be dangerous with me."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Like what? Pull a deadly rabbit out of a hat?" Angelus moved forward, narrowing the distance between them with a predatory nature that spoke more of bedrooms than funeral parlours. He put one hand on either side of her, resting his weight against the wall. "Or did you mean this kind of danger?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Weapons bans fading from her mind already, heart speeding, she nods. "This kind." It's more of a growl than a purr, but her tone is intimate, and her hands are already finding their way to his shirt to pull him closer.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(rather obviously, the italics should begin and end with "this" - sigh)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus presses closer until their bodies and mouths are almost touching. He leans in for a kiss then stops before there is contact. "I don't know, kitten. Are you sure you trust me to know how to use my weapon?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: would now be a bad time for Cally to wander by and ask about that whole no breathing thing? ::snicker::]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

It's strange not to feel his breath on her face, but there's heat nonetheless. She pulls hard on his shirt, bringing them as close as she can. "I trust you know enough to slay me with it properly."





(OOC: Criminy. This is going to be electric, isn't it? I had to throttle her to keep her from unbuttoning his shirt.)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[OOC: give it a few minutes and she might find out without having to ask *snicker*]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus answers that with a kiss, pushing his body against hers so that his is a solid mass of muscle pinning her to the wall. He takes his time with this, waiting to see how she reacts to the closed space.

(ooc: In hindsight he almost regrets not putting a chair up against the door. Then again if any student interrupted them they'd probably get a much-needed education ;) )

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Heh. Though it comes in even more handy if he's with a guy... ;) ]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yes. She offers herself up to the crush of his body against hers, to the hard press of his mouth. Her hands move, first without her direction, then with. She puts her fingers through his belt loops and drags him against her, arching her hips into him.




(OOC: I can't stop her. I tried. I swear. Bad Beka. Bad. And worse, now I have to go!)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus rocked into her, his body hard and firm with more than just desire. He deepened the kiss, then caught one of her wrists in his hand. "Ah - I believe this wasn't the direction you promised me, darlin'."

[ooc: Yeah, he's all torn up about that. You can tell. Poor Catholic boy like him. ;) Have fun at the movie!)

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: As is no longer at work, pops popcorn and settles in to watch.]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::walks by the common room::

::sees Beka kissing Angelus::

::bug-eyes and ducks away::

::quietly peeks the top of her head across the door frame, trying her best not to stare or be seen, but still watching, intently::

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hands Belthazor a soda.]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Wusses! I atleast watch for real! ::snicker::]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: And that's why I'm voting for you for hc queen.]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka twists her wrist free. "You bleed don't you? I wanted skin to tear." Her voice is harsh with desire and anger. She locks their lips together again, kisses him hard, so hard. "There'll be plenty of time for mind-fucks and beatings. Right now, I just. want. to fuck. Problem?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: poor Cally. About to be thoroughly traumatized if Angelus acquiesces in naked!Beka. But Beka will make it up to her. *snicker*)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[ooc: not so much really. *winks*]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[OOC: darling, don't watch. Come play. *winks*]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *laughing* hope you've got something stronger than soda. Unless Cally interrupts, this could be... educational.]

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: Only if you wait 'til I'm home from work today. ;) ]