5th floor common room - Morning

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

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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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

The uptight ones were the most adorable when they thawed. And she was cuddly enough for the both of them.

"I doubt it comes up very often," she said, conversationally. "Unless you're often sitting there, late at night, thinking to yourself, 'I desire cuddles. But ... who to ask?' That would be pretty unfortunate."

He should have realized the blanket-sharing would come with some light teasing.

[eyebrowgoesup]

The corner of Spock's mouth twitched upward. "That would be most unfortunate."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"You don't seem the type," she said. Trying to keep a straight face. Trying. "But maybe you have this tortured inner psyche that desperately needs smushy hugs and kittens and rainbows. It could happen."

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock just looked at her like he suspected her of being mentally unbalanced.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I could start leaving greeting cards on your desk," she said. Still straight faced, but there were visible cracks. "Those really flowery ones that explain how much you mean to me, in case I just don't say it enough. The way the sun shines a little brighter when you're near."

Not laughing. Not laughing. See? She wasn't laughing. Really!

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock kept staring at her. "You certainly could do that," he said slowly. "I could not stop you."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"And just think," she said lightly, "all this time, I've been missing the chance to leave you inspirational tidbits to start your day. I bet I could get one of those one-a-day calendars ..."

[eyebrowgoesup]

"May I inquire what I have done to garner such attentions?" Spock asked. "I would like to make reparations, if I may."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"What if I ask for something shocking or unseemly?" she asked, eyes dancing.

[eyebrowgoesup]

"That would be unfortunate," Spock informed her, "as I would be unable to comply."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"How are you defining shocking or unseemly?" Elena asked. "I mean, we are snuggled together on this couch."

Pause.

"Platonically."

[eyebrowgoesup]

"Platonically," Spock agreed. "After all, we are conserving warmth." He paused. "I believe you are capable of defining 'shocking' and 'unseemly' on your own."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"You know," Elena said, lightly, "it's entirely possible that my goal here is to get you to loosen up."