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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | March 6

Between serving his detention yesterday and ending up at some career fair, Nathan thought he could count this weekend as academically productive. And, as the law said (there had to be a law about it somewhere), if you were productive one day, the next was meant to be fucking lazier than usual.

Nathan hadn't been up for more than a half hour and it probably showed in the sleepy amble into the common room, the bleary eyes and the bare feet sticking out from under the cuffs of his jeans. Food was at the very top of his priority list and upon pulling out a box of Lucky Charms (really, was there nothing else in there?), he'd wandered back to the couch and flopped down on it.

One hand stuck inside the box of Lucky Charms (seriously, SERIOUSLY) and one hand on the remote control, Nathan started flipping channels, trying to land on something halfway decent. He stopped on one of those religious shows where some televangelist was trying to get him to repent. All Nathan could think about was the fact that he really wanted this guy to trip and fall down the stairs of his big stage. That'd definitely make religion more interesting to him.

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"I have absolutely no attachments to this sofa or this program," Nathan told her, reaching to cross his heart with his finger. "Too much telly rots your brain anyway."

And he wasn't stupid or warped enough to turn her down. The telly could explode for all he cared.

"You had an alternative method of entertainment in mind, yeah?"

"What, did you actually expect to spend the entire day rotting away in the common room? I am so disappointed, Nathan. How dare you have no plans to seduce me." She was totally teasing and faking displeasure.

"Who said I had no plans of that nature?" Nathan asked, faking offense. He thought about her like that almost all the time. He couldn't help it.

If she was going to be like that, he was just going to reach down and trace her lips with one of his fingers. Now that she'd said something, seducing her was all he was thinking about.

"I wasn't sure when you'd be back," he explained, still touching her lips with a finger. "I had to bide my time."

"Right, because you were waiting for me." Like Caroline believed that. Still, she pressed a light kiss to his fingertip since it was there. "You know, we do live in the land of virtually zero parental supervision. It would be a shame not to take advantage of this while we're able and totally shame-free."

"Okay, maybe I wasn't waiting but I did notice you were gone," he assured her, smirking. He kept his finger where it was, pressed gently against her lips.

"You really don't have to try and convince me," Nathan assured her, smiling. "I'm totally on board with this idea of taking advantage of the complete lack of parental supervision and our mutual lack of shame. I haven't done any sort of screaming in awhile either. I think I miss it."

Caroline had to laugh at the way he said that with his amusing Irish accent. "You miss screaming? In that case, I promise I'll go easy on you to start. I wouldn't want you to go crying to your mum 'cause the mean American girl broke you."

"You will not break me," he said confidently, shaking his head. "I'm surprisingly resilient and screaming isn't always a bad thing. My favorite kind of screaming is the room rattling, neighbor bothering shouts of lust and pleasure. You go easy on me, you'll miss that. And I don't think you wanna do that."

Tilting her head, Caroline considered that. "You know, I'm not sure we even have neighbors." Or at least not people she'd met. "Hmm...do I really want to know if you can cause them to show themselves?" Scary thought.

"You'd have to get me to scream before I can do any scaring of the neighbors," Nathan said challengingly. "If there's no reason to scream, well, no neighbors to meet."

He shrugged and smiled adorably.

"Hmm. I promise not to try and make you scream in terror," she teased.

"You can't do anything to me while we're still in here," Nathan pointed out, smirking. "Well, unless you wanted to be completely inappropriate and kinky while, at the same time, giving a show to any potential neighbors we might have. I'm all for it, of course. Anything for a reaction."

"It would be exceptionally inappropriate given how you're watching religious programming. Though, come on. I bet if these guys got laid they might not choose to spend their Sundays this way." Oh Caroline.

"And is that what you'd like to spend your Sunday doing?" Nathan asked completely shamelessly. His smirk turned into a full on grin and traced the shell of her ear with his finger. "Wanna get laid?"

"Not when you put it like tha-at." A girl had to have some standards. And apparently standards meant sing-songing and sticking out her tongue.

Oh god, Nathan really hoped she wasn't expecting words like 'lovemaking' and 'intimate relations'. Those just were not going to come out of his mouth. Not a chance.

"How should I be putting it?" Clearly, his straightforward bluntness wasn't what she wanted. "I thought I was being direct."

"Don't tell me you're like Bruce and insist on being direct all the time?" Because that so would not fly with Caroline and her enjoyment of games.

Nathan feigned offense at being compared to some bloke he'd only seen but never met. "I'm like no one but myself, Caroline. Trying to compare me to some other guy isn't gonna get me off this couch and on top of you very fast, you know."

Nathan leaned back, clasping his hands behind his head and sighing. "And no, I am not direct all the time but the situation seemed to call for it since your intentions were pretty clear and I wouldn't want to be too slow for you."

Caroline almost felt sorry for mentioning another guy. Almost. Instead, she made a show of climbing more fully on top of Nathan, straddling his legs and sitting on his lap. "Who said anything about you being on top of me? Though, I'm glad my intentions were clear." Her hands slid up over his chest to settle on his shoulders. "Now, what were we talking about before?"

Well, Nathan decided he could forgive her for mentioning some other bloke since she'd climbed all over him and was currently using him as a couch. He was never fucking happier to be a piece of furniture.

"I think it had something to do with how to pass the time on a lazy Sunday," Nathan replied, rubbing his chin before settling it around her waist. "And I made a suggestion but ti wasn't readily accepted and then you started talking about another bloke and I got maaaaaaaaaadly jealous."

"Madly jealous? Did I do that?" Caroline asked, totally innocently leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"You did do that," Nathan confirmed with a softer sigh and the slight tilting of his head to one side because that felt really good. "Madly, madly jealous. It was like a knife to my heart. I'm sure I'll recover but I might need a little help."

He wasn't hurt at all and was really just playing this up to see if she'd keep kissing him. Affection like this was nice. He was man enough to admit that.

Of course she would keep kissing his face. Stopping would be boring and mean she had to find another way of entertaining herself. "While my blood is healing, I don't think it can fix your broken heart," she said between kisses. "You might be on your own there."

If she hadn't been kissing him, he might have asked about the whole healing blood thing because vampires in movies had never had that sort of deal going on. Nathan was beginning to realize that movies had led him really fucking wrong.

"How devastating for my broken heart," Nathan sighed, clutching a hand to his metaphorically broken heart. An actual physical broken heart would be causing a lot more pain. "I suppose I'll find a way to carry on."

He paused before hastily add, "But that doesn't mean you should stop what you're doing. You should keep going in fact."

"I shouldn't?" Caroline sat back a little to look at him. And stop, just because he'd said to keep going. Kind girl she was. "Does that mean you like what I'm doing?"

Nathan frowned a little because she'd stopped and didn't immediately answer. She was too contrary for her own good and thought his frown and almost pout served as a good answer.

"Of course I like what you're doing," he said easily, nodding. "And yet, you stopped anyway when I requested oh so politely for you to keep going. Your motivations are unclear to me, Caroline. I like what you're doing so you stopped. That's like taking candy from a baby."

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