http://need-no-moon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] need-no-moon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-01-16 02:45 pm

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.]

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
She wriggled back happily. "Would you really let go if I kept teasing you?" she asked.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"And if I promise to be good?" Elena asked.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Her voice was lower, almost a purr.

"I can be incredible."

He walked right into that one, didn't he?

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Laughter was spilling out of her, as well.

"That was your fault," she insisted. "Come on, you handed me that."

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Didn't your mother ever warn you about girls like me?" Elena said, trying for an innocent expression.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let's see," she mused. "Some girls are manipulative. Some girls will play mind games that make you think all girls are crazy. Some girls will expect you to be psychic. Some girls will keep you around as a fallback, in case they're ever inbetween boyfriends. And some girls, like me, are just interested in picking up guys and having a good time with them."

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena shrugged. "Some people don't like girls that like sex, or don't mind saying they like it, or -- who knows. Fuck 'em."

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, maybe hypocrites are good in bed," she giggled.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That depends on how attractive the hypocrite in question is," she joked.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I meant outside of the hypocrisy," she said easily. "Hmm. I think you were telling me that I had nice eyes and you were glad I stopped by."

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You're just such a gentleman," she sighed. "And I think I was thanking you for warming me up, and telling you that you smelled nice. I forget, did I get to the part where I said you had nice arms?"

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I swooned, right?" she asked. "I'd hate to think I missed out on swooning."