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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 3:26:34 GMT -5
Fuck it. Olivia was sick of her roommate. Not pissed this time, just annoyed enough that she didn't even want to try and do homework with her there. It was... minor stress. Not awful, but not great. And where did Olivia go when she was stressed? Why, Aldrick's of course. Only this time he wasn't there.
Olivia knocked, waited, listened, and knocked again before walking in. If Brin was indisposed, well, his problem, not hers. No one was inside when she walked in, though, and she really did think of leaving, but the quiet room beckoned her and for some reason Aldrick's bed was always just so damn comfortable. She wasn't sure what it meant that she was so comfortable laying down on his bed and pulling out her homework while he was gone, but she tried not to think too much into things.
She was comfortable, laying on his bed in a cute little skirt and tank-top ensemble. She had been wearing a blouse but she took that off a while ago, laying it next to her on the floor with her shoes.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 3:38:31 GMT -5
If he had known she was in his dorm, he may have gotten back to his dorm earlier. But instead he was in class. Then the library. He wanted to grab a book on the plants they were working on in class before anyone else did. Since there were so many obsessed kids in he school. Okay. No more jokes.
He didn't take too much longer than he normally would have. Maybe an hour at the most. But it was enough for Olivia to make herself comfortable. Or so it seemed when he walked into the room.
Surprised? You could say so. He hadn't expected that. Maybe she'd realize that by the slight look on his face. Not hat it was too shocked. Just a little surprised.
He dropped his bag on the ground before speaking.
"Hello. Comfortable?"
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 3:50:59 GMT -5
She really didn't mind. It was quiet and his bed smelled like him. It was a good smell. One of her favourites. What? He was clean, she liked it. It didn't mean anything special.
When he walked into the room she heard the door open and, back to it, couldn't see which one of them it would be. She had an idea, though. Call it a hunch, call it an aura, she just had an idea. Even after he spoke she didn't turn, finishing her sentence first. When she did finally answer she rolled up onto her side a bit, looking back at him.
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:01:06 GMT -5
He couldn't really help the smell he had. Cologne wasn't really something he used, but he was around plants enough to have picked up a slightly earthy scent. Among other things in his life. It wasn't a conscious effort though. It just so happened to be that way.
Aldrick quirked an eyebrow, casually walking over to his bed. After slipping his shoes off, of course.
"Yes. There's a girl in my bed and I don't know how she got there."
He climbed onto the bed, casually, pushing her around onto her back. Then moved on top of her, straddling her. Sitting rather lightly in her lap.
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:09:17 GMT -5
She was being playful, of course. Apparently a little time alone had done wonders for her mood.
She didn't even try to resist as he pushed her onto her back, chuckling and looking up at him. She let her arms lay on the bed above her head, fingers touching her books where she had left them. The position didn't phase her at all.
"I had homework to do, so I decided to wait."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:13:19 GMT -5
"I see."
He nodded a bit, as if he understood her plight. Then moved his hands to pin her arms where they lay. Why should the position phase her? They'd been in too many positions like this. It didn't really matter.
"Have you waited long?"
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:19:42 GMT -5
She didn't move, perfectly fine with his strong hands holding her arms. She wasn't going to lie, it was always an exhilerating feeling the way he could move her around; hold her down.
"Maybe."
She threw him a bit of a pout. Somehow she had gotten very comfortable around this boy and she wasn't sure when it happened. He always turned her into a big sissy.
"Are you sorry?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:23:56 GMT -5
"Why would I be sorry? You were doing homework."
He chuckled a bit. Then leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. Just a quick soft kiss. Then he was back up to where he had been.
"If I had known you were here I may have gotten back sooner."
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:25:56 GMT -5
He leaned in and her head tilted back, sighing softly at the kiss. It was as simple as that. All he really had to do was touch her and she was gone.
Though thoughts of Angel brought her back a bit. She made a face when he came back up.
"At least I got a little time alone."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:27:10 GMT -5
"Do you not have a lot of that?"
He'd heard bits about her roommate. But not enough to decide much on it. Aside from the fact that they didn't get on too well. He'd never met the girl.
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:28:32 GMT -5
She shrugged as well as she could with him holding her arms still.
"I get a bit, and then she shows off and runs her stupid mouth."
Guh.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:29:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. If you need to you can come here."
He sat back up a bit, repositioning himself. Still holding her arms down.
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:31:23 GMT -5
She blinked, not too obviously and watched him a bit. A small smile was trying to get out but she pushed it away, trying to keep her 'cool'.
"Please, like I would get anything done here."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on May 19, 2009 4:34:41 GMT -5
"It's true. Probably a bad idea."
He shrugged a bit.
"But if you're willing to risk it."
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Post by Olivia Darling on May 19, 2009 4:37:23 GMT -5
She chuckled, leaning her over to rest it against his arm a bit.
"We'll see. Why? Do you want me to come here?"
She wasn't sure why she asked it but once she did she realized she really wanted to hear the answer. She wasn't being conceited and she wasn't being insecure, somehow she just wanted him to say yes. She wanted it to be what he wanted. Really, what was this guy doing to her?
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