fandomhighdorms | Fourth floor common room- Tuesday evening

What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

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He was, but he was proud of every last part of his body. Including ones she would not be touching. Except through clothes. Simply because they were just that close to each other.

That was perhaps going to start to be a problem for him soon. He slid his hand a little further up her ribs again. Just a bit. Still kissing her, too. Nice and deep.

Distantly, Kathy was aware that she'd need to breathe soon. But she was going to ignore that for as long as she could, dammit. Especially with him doing little hand-trailing thing that felt so nice.

It was a good thing that Kathy was wearing jeans today, because her leg ended up wrapping around his waist of its own volition (no, seriously, it wasn't her fault! She hadn't even told it to!), pressing his hips even closer.

Yeah, that was going to get an apology later, when she realized she'd done that.

That was pretty terrible of her. Wonderful, but terrible. Especially since he ended up pressing into the touch out of instinct, and yeah his stylish pants were starting to get a little tight, so.

He eased out of the kiss, though he did it slowly.

Okay. Breathing. Self-control. All that.

"Huh?" Even disengaging slowly, Kathy was left a little dazed when the kiss ended. "Aww..."

She blinked up at him a few times while her brain rebooted and suddenly she realized that her hands were outlining the shape of his hips through his pants and that both legs were not firmly on the floor as they should be.

That got her waking up the rest of the way, however. "Oh my goodness!" she said, pracically unwrapping herself from Ezra. "I'm so sorry! I don't even know what to say! I mean, besides I'm sorry!"

Ezra looked a little bit amused. Catching his breath and telling his body to just goddamn deal with it, but amused.

"Nothing to be sorry for." Nothing at all. "But I have to check – you're sure you don't want to take this further somewhere more comfortable?"

"I don't think that 'sure' is exactly the word I'd use," Kathy confessed with a breathless laugh. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips pink, and her eyes heavy-lidded. "But I'm pretty sure that when I find my common sense, it'll tell me not to go off and take things a bit further with a guy I've never spoken to before today."

She gave Ezra an apologetic smile; if it helped any, she was rather...uncomfortable...herself. Her knees felt a little wobbly so she tried to unobtrusively cling to the wall for a moment. "No matter how enticing the idea really is."

Really, really was.

"I'm, umm, glad you checked, though. Even though I had to say no."

Ezra smiled. "Well, I had to check." He bowed a bit. "I bid you goodnight, and I hope you have a very pleasant rest of the evening."

That was a dirty kind of 'pleasant'. Hey, just because he wasn't going anywhere with her – and no one else probably wasn't either, judging from this – didn't mean he couldn't wish her a fun night. Alone.

"You too," Kathy said. "And, I hope we get a chance to talk again, even after this week is over."

Because even without sex pollen in the air, Ezra was still...damn.

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