http://fratboybitch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-08-27 04:46 pm

roof | early evening | thursday | august 27

Alex was finding himself more attracted to the roof than the deck lately, which was a change from earlier in the summer. He couldn't really pinpoint why save for the fact that he liked smoking on the roof. Today was no different. He'd lit up as soon as he'd pushed onto the roof and was halfway done before he'd even sat down on the ledge.

Things felt slow lately, like they were moving in slow motion and it was making him itchy. He really didn't want to think of it as bad omens considering he still was trying to not think about that other Fandom but those thoughts crept in more likely than not.

He shook his head at himself and made his mind go blank. Easier to deal with.

[i'm bored and it's about to storm like hell. so, natch, this is open!]

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Rose pretty much liked him not being dumb. It kept him from being boring.

Not being terribly dumb either, she tilted her head, letting her hair fall over her neck where there still was the trace of Lissa's bite from earlier in the week. That was something that didn't need to be gotten ever but especially after the previous conversation.

The touching though, the touching was completely good, and Rose reciprocated, her fingers brushing over his shoulders and collarbone to slip teasingly under the neck of his shirt.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
A pinch indeed, and Rose grinned for a moment against his lips, enjoying the teasing.

But, hey, now he'd upped the ante, and he was getting teased back as she nipped at his lips, tugging playfully. Her hands slid down his chest to find the bottom of his shirt, not lifting it yet but playing with the material.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The only way to stop cursing clothing was to get rid out it. Or just ignore it since the second involved moving, and she was pretty comfortable where she was for now.

Also she totally needed revenge for the pinching, dammit, and her fingers slipped under his shirt, letting her fingernails tease lightly over his stomach.