Erin Caulwell (icyfingers) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-09-27 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | erin, james f. |
1/21/08 Monday
Who: Erin & James Fletcher
Where: Her room
When: Monday
What: Post naughty-time
Rating: PG-13?
It wasn't that the sex wasn't good. It was pretty fantastic. She'd wanted to sleep with his fine self since he arrived on campus. He was handsome, and older, and she had been attracted to him, and he found her attractive. Her thought process hadn't gone further than that, really. So why she was laying on her back, naked, the sheets pulled up to cover her breasts, and ignoring him was beyond her. He said something, and she didn't hear him. His voice had been muffled, coming from far away. She hadn't really introduced herself after he arrived in her room. She had hidden any semblance of her student status -- books, homework, etc. Her room was hardly filled with personal effects (with the exception of the giant rat cage) anyway. It wouldn't be hard to pass off as an adult. After all, she was an adult.
She blinked and turned on her side, dark hair spilling over a milky bare shoulder. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"