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5th floor common room - Morning

Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

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He wasn't saying anything. "I think you're going to need to practise that look first," he informed her. "I think the weather would be more impressed if you weren't bundled up like that."

"Are you doubting my ability to be haughty?" Elena asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ugh, she was going to have to take the blanket off for this, wasn't she? A few seconds to psych herself up for that.

Probably, but hey, she'd get 108 degrees for her pain.

"I'm just saying you shouldn't underestimate the weather," he said.

Also, her 'tude could keep her warm! Right?

Elena tossed off the blanket and got to her feet, wearing her disdain like a heavy cloak.

"What is the meaning of this?" she announced, hands on her hips. "I do not recall giving my permission for the weather to interrupt my plans. I am thoroughly displeased. I highly recommend someone take care of this situation, immediately, or you shall discover just how very displeased I am. Do I make myself clear?"

Jacob snorted and he pushed up to glance through the window. "You know, I'm all impressed, but I think I'm the only one."

"Apparently, I lack the attitude to stop the snow from falling," she sighed, in mock dismay. "My boss will be so disappointed in me."

(RL calls! I must away! Back in a few hours or so, I hope. SP yay?)

Edited 2010-01-16 18:07 (UTC)

"Hey, he can come over here and try it himself," Jacob snickered. "It was a good attempt."

Edited 2010-01-16 18:32 (UTC)

"Worth the sacrifice of the blanket?" she asked, giggling. And shivering. Fuck, it was cold. "Not all of us run a constant fever, you know."

"The blanket would definitely have ruined the effect," he said seriously. He wasn't going to comment to the second part.

"Small consolation if I die of frostbite," she teased, stepping closer. "Isn't this where you offer to warm me up?"

"I could," he mused, pretending to think about it. It only ended up in a laugh and he rolled back, patting the couch beside him. "Come here."

And how could she turn down a lovely invitation like that? Elena dropped onto the couch right next to him, giving him a playful grin.

"Here?" she asked.

"Sure, sure," he agreed and he shouldn't start thinking. It wasn't that big of a deal, she had a crush on another guy and he had a crush on another girl.

He slid an arm around her and she wasn't far off with saying he had a constant fever as despite the cold, it was almost like he was giving off heat. "There, better?"

Okay, so, snuggling was fun, and snuggling hot guys was better, but the 'hot' was usually not so literal. He was baking.

And there went the utter last of her dignity, because he was so warm and she was freezing and please excuse Elena if she wriggled in extra-close.

"Much," she said contentedly. "... so are you part-volcano?"

That would be pretty cool. Lava blood. She didn't judge, over here.

Jacob snorted and well, he didn't mind the whole holding a pretty girl thing. How could he?

"No," he said with a laugh. "Nice try."

"That would be weird," she laughed. Wow, he was just radiating heat. Even in this cold. In a freaking t-shirt. Ooooh, her fingertips weren't tingling any more.

Also, he smelled nice. "You'd think it would have to be, like, a volcano goddess or something, anyway. I can't imagine someone having a secret fling with a land mass."

Although, really, there were probably fetish sites for it on the internet.

"I think the cold is getting to your brain," he decided, chuckling. "You're not making any sense anymore."

"Now you're just being mean," she mock-sighed. The cold was definitely eating her brain. Or else the sheer giddiness of warming up again. Maybe a combination! "I'm trying to think of an appropriate threat to go here, like, 'stop that or I won't snuggle with you any more,' but that one's not true and nothing useful has suggested itself."

"I'll just consider myself threatened," he suggested. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself trying to think of one." Yes, he was enjoying teasing her.

"All right, then," she said, drawing herself up a little -- only a little, she wasn't going to pull away from the space heater with abs, here -- and considering that a challenge. "What kind of threat do you want? Stick, or carrot? 'Behave, or you'll never get to see me naked,' or the kind where I warn you that I could kill you in your sleep?"

Sex, death, you know, start with the two biggies.

Also, he should be flustered by at least half of that, if not all of it.

The last one would have had more punch to it if he wasn't thoroughly distracted by the first. And if he wasn't overconfident in his ability to stay alive, turning into a werewolf had made him a bit cocky.

Not that he looked one bit cocky right now. "I've got a chance to see you naked?"

Elena, on the other hand, was looking very cocky. And highly amused.

"Depends," she said. "Are you sorry you were mean to me?"

"I'm not being mean," he objected. He was still keeping her warm!

"Apology accepted," she giggled.

"That wasn't-" he stopped short. She said naked. Should he be arguing? He had no idea. Was it hot in there or was that just him? Right, just him.

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