fandomhighdorms | Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

There hadn't really been a reason for her to switch her hair this time -- not a tragedy, or a frantic need to outrun herself, like the last couple times. No, this time, Ramona just woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided she wanted to be pink if this new location was going to be so damn sunny. Blue had gone well with the rain, as had her leather and boots.

So now it was pink hair. And after sifting through her cabin's small fridge and her personal food stash to see what she had to work with, she was perched by her cabin's campfire, coaxing a tentative flame out of the kindling as considered the various different foods she could try to toast. Sure, there were marshmallows and hot dogs and that kind of thing, but Ramona was currently fixated on trying to spear a banana to see if singed bananas were as good as frozen ones. It seemed like a logical attempt, anyway, and she was bored.

Considering how damn hot it'd been, she was actually in a rare, simple t-shirt and shorts, too (though of course it was a band shirt), and it finally was feeling like summer. She could totally deal with this. And hopefully she'd get some company, too, since she was feeling up to talking to people and sharing her s'more things.

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"You could make me late for work," Nathan mumbled, giving her shirt yet another tug which might have exposed a patch of skin. He was pretty much talking while kissing her, mumbling the words against her lips and mouth. If he followed it by licking at her lip, well, that was just the way things went.

"That a problem?" she mumbled into his mouth, not even resisting the shiver that went down her spine at that lick. She was distracted, and clearly had no intention of letting him go anywhere yet, given how her hands were now fumbling over his back and side, twisting his shirt slightly. "'Cause you can just go if you need to be on time. Punctuality's important and shit."

"I think you should make me late," Nathan told her, managing to get the words out instead of a moan or a low hum of pleasure. He'd save those for later. "I'm an excellent fucking employee and the bastion of customer fucking service so being late's not a bad thing."

Besides, he had other things on his mind that weren't helping people that weren't her.

"You pushing me away?" he asked.

"Encouraging responsibility, that's all" she replied, smirking against his lips. "But if this way means I get you all to myself before you go off to sling drinks, then fuck responsibility."

She ran the nails of both hands down his back, adding, "There's no pushing you away at all, here."

"That's a good fucking answer," Nathan decided smugly. Look, he liked when he got laid and he liked when it was her doing that with him. It was a thing. A thing he was ignoring but still a thing.

"Get the fuck up off the ground and let's go find a place to behave badly," Nathan added. "I never was a fan of the fucking rules. And I mean that both literally and...literally."

"There are rules about fucking?" she wondered, trying to get her head clear enough to actually go find somewhere secluded. She did lean in to snag a final kiss, though, before getting up. "Can't I mind my own lady business?"

"Well, you can," Nathan said, smirking as he got to his feet. "But, don't you want me to mind your lady business for a bit, yeah? I'm pretty good at handling the lady business, Ramona. I'll even use my hands."

And he knew now that she liked that.

Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

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