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future_sandworm ([personal profile] future_sandworm) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-02-14 11:53 am
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Third floor common room, Saturday morning

Even before he opened his eyes, Leto knew where we was. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room together with Alice, the two of them still in the formal clothes from last night and wrapped in blankets, Alice wearing some kind of fuzzy slippers. He had been generous enough to let Arthur have the room, but it had turned out better than he expected for himself too.

Leto stretched, careful so as to not wake the still sleeping Alice. Reaching out to wrap the blanket a little tighter around her, he smiled. He found that he was quite happy, and attributed this to the good company.

The murmur of voices inside his mind stirred, but he drew a deep breath, and didn't listen. Slowly he got to his feet and crossed the room. Coffee was needed.

[Alice modded with permission. It's an open common room!]

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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-14 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Once free of the burden of the coffee mug, Leto was able to move closer, wrapping his arms around Alice while continuing the kisses. "You remember," he said. "The scent resembles cinnamon, but it also opens the mind, depending on the quantity."

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-14 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like absinthe?" she asked. "Something which leads you to places of fancy, where you wouldn't travel alone."

She had yet to try absinthe, but she had heard many things on the matter. Her mother thoroughly disapproved, but Charles was rather more fond.
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm unfamiliar with absinthe," he said. "And it's not like you go somewhere else, but rather that your mind see reality in more complexity."

Alice smelled very nice. He drew in a deep breath.

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-14 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I believe absinthe is just an intoxicant," Alice mused. "Hallucinogen, perhaps. I didn't attend the drug assembly, as I hadn't any clothes that day and didn't wish to go in my underwear."

She laughed, wriggling closer. "Your breath tickles," she informed him.
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-15 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
As she didn't move away, Leto made the assumption that tickling wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He resumed the kissing, moving towards her lips.

"I can't say the drug assembly gave me any new information," he mumbled, "But my sister got to sing. At least that was entertaining."

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-15 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Had I known there would be musical numbers," she murmured, "I might have gone."

Now seemed a very good time to reclaim his lips.

After a few moments, she laughed. "I must say, this is a rather pleasant way to wake up."
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-15 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad we agree on that," he chuckled, kissing her back, a hand moving up to play with her hair.

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-15 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Her hand was finding its way around his neck, her lips playing against his, and she felt as though she could drown, here. Not in a pool of her own tears, but warmth, the brush of his hands and the taste of his mouth. The fuzzy slippers tickled, and the rhinestones still itched, but all of that could wait. It would still be there when she swam towards the surface once more.
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-15 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed like that for the moment words were unneeded. Leto played with the kisses, making subtle variations, noticing how Alice responded. He could have grown eager for more, but this was a public place, so he forced himself not to. The mind could control the body, after all. He found a butterfly clip and removed it, then did the same for the next one.

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-15 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Alice, for her part, might have found herself relieved they were in public; her impulses always chased ahead, away from her common sense. She felt intoxicated, and she felt safe; her senses craved more, but to be perfectly Victorian on the matter, she had no concept of what 'more' might even mean, or what shape that might take. For now, kissing, nuzzling into the warmth of his arms -- it was all-consuming, and she was perfectly content to linger.

She broke the kiss to laugh when she realized what his fingers were doing. "Careful, lest they fly away," she murmured.
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-15 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will keep them safe for you," Leto promised, mumbling against her lips. He slipped the clips in his pocket - she would have to ask to get them back. With the clips gone, it was easier to bury his fingers in her hair.

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-02-15 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I trust you," she said softly, wondering at how it sounded a matter of greater import than simply her butterflies. She would have to remember to ask him for them, later. For now, her hair was slipping loose, and she was urging the kiss deeper, wishing she had nothing but time to sit here and lose herself.
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm honoured that you do," Leto said, wondering if this also concerned other things than hair clips. But the kissing was distracting, and he let all thoughts go, just staying in the moment and the touching.
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