Afternoon Fun

Who: Thom and Isaac, Thom and Leija
Where: All over the damn place - aka, school, walk home, Thom's house
When: After school into the evening
NSFW

Thom sat on the wall near the back of the school, by the tennis courts, waiting for Isaac to show up. It was less crowded back here and he knew this was where Isaac was referring to when he'd referred to the usual place. He'd dumped most of his books in his locker tonight, just taking home the minimum, since he planned on being distracted for most of the time, firstly by Isaac, and then by Leija - the thought of her coming over tonight was just making him smile. She needed him! He was needed! He wasn't sure he'd ever been needed before - not really.

Isaac showed up, strolling along like he owned the place as per usual, fingers tucked into the pockets of his low-hanging cargo shorts. He'd had ... and interesting sort of afternoon, he guessed. And it was probably about to just get better, with whatever Thom had to tell him. He walked up on the wall and squinted up at his best friend. "What're you all grinny about?" he asked with a half-smile of his own. It couldn't have anything to do with Superbitch McWhoreslut, so it had to be something else.

Thom jumped down off the wall as Isaac arrived, picking up his bag that he'd left at the base and slinging it over his shoulder. "Leija - she's coming round later," he told his friend. "How's your day been?" he asked as they started walking.

Oh right. That made sense. "It's been okay," he said, ambling along as they'd done a billion times. "I made Peyton scream in the middle of the hallway, that was awesome. Then met some weird new girl who looks like a highlighter factory threw up on her. So. Eventful, I guess. Your's?"

"A highlighter factory? How have I missed seeing her walk down the halls?" Thom posed, musing. Someone like that would really stand out at MSH. "Yeah, not bad - Leija's in on the mine thing, whenever that is. But - dude, Chrissy has you on her rumour list for this year. I had the great honour of having her hound me today - because, guess what, we have Spanish together. Joy of freaking joys - I wanna know what I've done to be subjected to that."

Isaac looked over at him for a minute, then shook his head. "Dude, that blows. That's like ... divine punishment for something. Sure you haven't like ... burned down an orphanage or something? That's rough. But okay, I'm one of the lucky winners. What's her rumor about? 'Cause I'm sure she tried to rub it in your face." Chrissy just couldn't resist shit like that, from what he could tell. Kaysen would probably hear about it too. Which really got his hackles up, more for his sister's sake.

"The same old shit she always tries to pin on people - the girl has no originality. Apparently you're gay," Thom said, trying to make light of it. Not that he was overly worried anyhow - Chrissy was setting her sights high, targeting Isaac. He was fairly untouchable in the school, but he thought the guy should have a heads up anyway. "Her reasoning being the amount you date and the fact you don't seem to ever get serious." He didn't mention what Chrissy had said about what other girls had told her - that didn't need to get back to his friend.

Thom didn't have to mention it, because the thought immediately came to mind. In Chrissy Chapman Land, 'get serious' meant 'fuck'. That girl didn't understand a real relationship, so if she'd heard anything about him backing off every time ... combined with how much time he and Thom spent together ... yeah, it made sense for her to latch on to those things and twist them. He heaved a sigh, but didn't look terribly upset. "And I'm assuming you're my Brokeback Mountain cowboy, huh?" he suggested blithely. It couldn't be anyone else. Unless it was everyone else. "Stupid bitch," he added in a mutter.

"I assume she meant that, yes - she kinda asked me if you were jealous now that I had a girlfriend," he added, rolling his eyes - and not mentioning that he had been, because that stemmed from something completely different and was totally understandable. "I didn't mention Peyton - didn't think you'd want me to. And you know what it's like with her - any defence you try just adds fuel to the fire, the way the bitch twists things."

"Yeah, she'll find out soon enough anyway," he said. He always appreciated Thom's discretion. It was too fucking bad some other traitorous bitches didn't have the same qualities. ... unless that made him sound gay. Fuck it, it was still true. Isaac clapped his friend on the back of the shoulder before re-tucking his hand. "Sorry she's gonna have a daily opportunity to get to you," he told him, because that? Sucked. Hardcore. Even ignoring that girl -- which Thom was exceedingly good at -- didn't work.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine - what's the worst she can do? I think I already took the wind out of her sails with her first attack by admitting point blank that, yes, I was dating. Like it was some huge secret or something. Apparently her big theory now is that I'm obviously not Mr Oblivious, doesn't see what's going on around him. Damn - I'm quaking in my boots over that one," he said sarcastically. "I'll deal."

Isaac had to laugh a little. "Oh Jesus, that's ... that's terrible Thom. Shame on you." He tsked and shook his head. "Whatever, she's about as smart and creative as pocket lint." And that, friends and neighbors, was what it really boiled down to. That her venom was gradually ceasing to matter more and more with people. Everybody but those who wanted to be lackeys, or be her dick-flavor of the week.

"I know - I honestly think that she's under the impression that I have this carefully crafted persona that hides the real me, or something," Thom said, shaking his head. It really wasn't the case - he just didn't go out of his way to be friendly and popular to the people he'd really rather not give the time of day to. And the reputation as the quiet broody mysterious one had just stemmed from there - only to be reinforced when he didn't feel compelled to accept dates with girls he'd really rather not.

He shot his friend a brief Look. "I don't think she knows what those are," he said, easily picturing Chrissy looking confused at the word 'persona'. "I think she thinks you're just painfully shy and defensive because of it, and she can pick on you and make you cry yourself to sleep or some shit. Like she does to underclassmen. You don't pay attention to her, Thom, and that's like ... a crime punishable by tons of torture before death. In her warped brain." That was really how it came off, at least. Chrissy Chapman really didn't like being ignored.

"Well, I have a feeling she might try and remedy that one - you know sometimes I wish they'd let you see the class listings before you chose. Cos no class was worth Chrissy Chapman." But he'd not dropped a class yet and he didn't intend to start - especially when she'd probably crow that she made him do it. Which would be the truth, but fuck it, he wasn't giving her that one. "At least I don't have to worry about her latching on to me again," Thom added, eminently grateful for that.

Isaac's lips twisted off to one side briefly. "Don't be so sure of that," he said, glancing over again. "She's got someone to actually try to steal you from now, that's like, extra points to her. Not that you'd ever go for it in a million years, but I could definitely see her trying to fuck with the both of you in her ... way. With rumors and shit." He stopped himself at the 'just keep talking to each other' line of advice. Since nothing had happened yet, and it wasn't like he knew much what he was talking about when it came to relationship shit.

Thom laughed at that. "Right - I'd like to see her try. Trust me, man - no-one is stealing me from Leija, least of all Chrissy 'let me give you some noxious disease' Chapman. Honestly - half the rumours she spreads I think she's guilty of herself. Maybe that's where she gets her ideas from, I dunno. But, yeah - splitting me and Leija up? Not gonna happen."

"Good," he said with a nod. He'd known that. Thom was better than that, he seemed to lack all the insecurity that Isaac had to even let himself wonder about stuff he heard. And it had finally landed him a good girl, so that was cool. "So I have to find a way to tell Mac that she's great, but something else has come up that I want to pursue," he said with an abrupt subject-change.

Thom looked mildly surprised - he would have thought that Isaac had that kind of thing down pat by now. Obviously not. "Well, I'd be full of advice, but I haven't had a breakup that didn't end badly, so you probably don't want it. Hell - remember Em? You could hear that over at your house." And they'd been inside, but the screaming and shouting from her had been that loud, for all efforts on Thom's part to calm things down that Isaac had been over within minutes of her storming out and slamming the door behind her.

Isaac smirked very faintly, even though it really wasn't funny at all. He'd listened for a while, to the screeching, and then the lapses of quiet that had to be Thom attempting to talk, followed by more screeching. He'd honestly gone over to make sure Em hadn't killed him on her way out. "It's never fun, they always suck, but ... I dunno, there's an additional level of suck when you haven't even started dating, and you're kind of ... stopping it before it starts," he attempted to explain. "I'll just feel like an ass for a minute, not like that's new. I just hope she's not too pissed. She's a cool girl."

"I would have thought that it was easier that way - I mean, it's not like you gave her any commitment or anything." That was always Thom's problem - he rarely dated, but when he did, it was serious right from the word go.

He shrugged a shoulder. "Depends on the person, I guess. Some chicks might take it like 'oh you're great and everything, until something better comes along'." After all, hadn't that been how he took it, with Jamie? "Augh, shit," he said suddenly, as that thought occurred. "Fuck, I'm Jamie."

"Huh?" Thom asked as they turned up their road. "How'd you come to that conclusion, man?" he asked, honestly confused by that. Because he wasn't seeing the parallels.

"Because I've been all ... making out with her and shit and over to her house when I felt like shit, and saying I'm gonna take her out for her birthday, and like ... now I'm gonna ditch it all for some other chick. Whom I've known for a while, but we've never gotten together or anything. I am Jamie, and that sucks," he short-ranted. "I mean ... not like she'll have trouble replacing me, and I feel like I kind of know Peyton better already ... I dunno."

"Okay, stop right there, dude - cos, you are not like Jamie. Jamie let the world know that she didn't date. And then she let you know that if she was ever going to break that rule, it'd be for you - and then went with another guy like two days later," Thom reminded him. "You've never lied to Mac, you've never told her that there wouldn't be anyone else - have you?"

"Fuck no," he said immediately. "We've never even discussed like ... really getting together or anything." He also was of the mind that she wasn't really attached to him, no matter how she acted when he kissed her. Chicks like that didn't get all doe-eyed and background-violins very easy, did they? Isaac didn't think so. Thom's breakdown of it made him feel slightly better. He hadn't said those things, no. "Well okay. I haven't even talked to her in a while, maybe she's ... I dunno, busy."

"Right, then nothing like Jamie - Jamie was a girl who seemed nice and who showed that she really was Chrissy's best friend afterall with what she did to you. We should have known, really - all that shit about leopards not changing their spots. And see - if you haven't talked to her in a while, it's not like Mac's actively chasing you or anything - and you're back at school and have you seen her yet?" It was a small school, after all - there was only so long you could miss someone for unless you were actively avoiding.

They were getting closer to Thom's house, which meant his was right behind it. Isaac really felt like stuffing his face and taking a nap. Which was cool, 'cause he'd said his girl was coming over and everything anyway. "I thought I caught a glimpse of her the other day," he said. "But I've kind of constantly been surrounded by jocks and band-nerds, so I dunno if she's seen me." Which was how it usually went when he was in school. Unless he broke away from them on purpose.

"Only you could join those two groups," Thom laughed, picturing that - which wasn't hard, given that he'd seen it many times. Isaac just seemed to have a gift for moving between groups in the school. It was one Thom didn't have and had never actually attempted to develop either. He was happy on his own for the most part - the few people he was friends with were all that mattered to him and them he'd do anything for. "But, come on - she'd've seen you if she was actively looking, right? Maybe it won't be that bad."

"Maybe," he agreed. "Let's hope not, anyway." Isaac's ability to transcend social structure -- which was how he preferred to think of it -- was a big part of his popularity. Not that any of it was false and he tried to please everyone, he just got a long with a lot of different people. Having diverse interests didn't hurt. But through it all, Thom was his best friend and always will be. He just had a lot of numbers in his phone, and never a lack of hallway-conversation. He slowed to a stop in front of the Harkin house. "So I guess I'll see you later? You got girlfriend-stuff to do?" He couldn't help but grin just a little bit.

Thom shot him a look that was slightly evil and slightly pleased with himself. "I do indeed, man - I do indeed," he said. "I'll catch you tomorrow," he called, heading up his drive.

Isaac tsk'ed and shook his head, but he looked damn amused doing it. Lucky bastard. He headed off to his own house, possible pizza rolls, and some Halo before nappage.

Once inside, Thom dumped his school stuff at the bottom of the stairs and headed up to his room, taking a shower and actually spending sometime judging his appearance before choosing clothes - a pair of jeans and a slightly form fitting t-shirt, one that he'd never actually wear outside the house, but he knew he could get away with. That done, he headed back downstairs, snagging a stack of post-its from the kitchen and a pen.

He started with the front door, sticking one right in the middle which read come in, follow the arrows. And then he trailed through the house, leaving a little trail of post-its, each one with an arrow on it. He knew where he was going, but the path was a meandering one, and he grabbed his school bag as he wandered back past the stairs, towards the door to the basement. On that he wrote another little note - I'm down here. And then he headed on down, settling himself on the sofa. Spreading his spanish homework out to one side, he picked up his guitar and started to play, his attention half on his books as he stopped every so often to scribble down an answer.

Leija, true to her word, had gone home to take a shower and do some girly things, so Thom could have a chance to talk to Isaac. She'd come home to a surprise of her own, so she didn't feel too bad about it. Her father had seen fit to go out and buy them both cell phones, so he could keep a little bit of track of her while she was out around town, and vice versa. Or so the note said, anyway. She wasn't sure how much time to give Thom, so she'd waited an hour after getting cleaned up, playing with her new toy and figuring everything out. But then she just couldn't wait any longer.

Her dad was gone back to work for a few hours, so she walked, but it was a nice day, so that was okay. A little smile toyed with her lips as she walked up to the front door and saw the note. It twisted her heart in a very nice way briefly, and she did what it said, walking on in and following the arrows he'd left. Her smile did nothing but get bigger as she wandered around the quiet house and finally to the basement stairs. Leija walked quietly halfway down them, stopping in the middle to lean on the railing and rest her chin on her hands, watching and listening to him play.

Thing about having a soundproofed basement was that you didn't get to hear your girlfriend wandering round your house, and he didn't hear her come down the stairs at first, so he carried on playing, stopping eventually as he bent to write down another answer. It was then he caught sight of her standing on the stairs and he looked up, "Hi - how long have you been standing there?" he asked her.

"A few minutes, not too long," she said, even though it had probably been longer than that. She'd been paying quite a lot of attention to the way the tendons in his forearms moved when he played. What she could see of them, anyway. To his hands, and the way he just looked ... pleased and studious at the same time. Even with a ton of dark hair in his face. Leija came down the rest of the way and took a few steps toward the couch. "Does it help you concentrate?" she asked with a little half-smile.

"It stops me from getting bored - I'm not a big fan of spanish," he told her, putting his guitar to one side and standing, crossing the rest of the distance to her before pulling her in for a kiss. Really, he'd just been killing time until she turned up and so hadn't really been concentrating on anything in particular. "I've been waiting for you," he told her - unnecessarily probably, since they both knew she was coming over and he wasn't exactly going to be doing anything but.

Unnecessary or not, it was good to hear. It was also good to kiss him. Really, really, really good. So she made some soft 'mmm'ing sound of acknowledgement and rose up on her toes to do it again. Her hands slid around his ribs under the tight t-shirt -- which was new to her, but looked pretty damn good on him, if she did say so herself -- to settle lightly on his back. "Hope it wasn't too torturous a wait," she murmured against his lips.

"I managed to keep myself entertained," he murmured back, before kissing her again. He didn't like school - he liked the summer where he didn't have to see her and not be able to kiss her as much as he'd like. She was a very kissable person, touchable too, he decided, his hand slipping under her top to rest in the small of her back. He skin was so soft, smooth. "You found your way down here okay then?" he asked her.

Her skin tingled pleasantly under his hand. He had the best callouses in the known universe, she thought. "I had excellent bright yellow signposts to follow," she said, quirking him a little grin but not pulling away at all. This? Was better. This they really couldn't do in the middle of the hallway. Now ... broom closets were maybe something different, she'd have to start scouting those out or something, because she missed this. For the whole two or three days they hadn't had it. Leija kissed him again, lips clinging to his as she leaned against him a bit.

Okay, for now? Less talking and more kissing, because Thom had missed this too - a few stolen kisses in an empty classroom and over lunch just didn't do it for him and he wrapped his arms around her as he deepened the kiss, bringing her hard against him. He pulled back eventually and looked down at her with dark eyes. "I missed you," he told her, realising it was true - he'd seen her, but not. School made everything different.

There was a bit of heat in her cheeks already. She'd liked the way he'd pulled her to him, and she didn't know if it was just her hormones being trigger-happy or what, but yum. "I missed you back," she murmured, dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. It wasn't just the freedom to do this either; school was a sham. They couldn't talk in school, not without glancing around every few seconds. And there was just so much else going on, it was sensory overload. But not here. Here there was just Thom, and that was what she wanted.

He kissed her once more, just a short kiss, little more than a brush across her lips, and then led her towards the sofa, sitting and pulling at her hands, encouraging her to sit as well. "So - is everything okay?" he asked, frowning slightly - he still wasn't convinced on that one, wondering whether there was actually something wrong, or whether it was simply that she'd missed him to way he'd missed her.

She did sit, kind of sideways with her tucked leg resting against his. No. No, it's really not. But she couldn't tell him that. Or why. Because ... yeah, definitely not going there. She mentally shoved the memory-echoes of her dream away again and nodded at him. "It's okay. I'm tired and kind of ... edgy all day, but I'm okay," she told him, watching his eyes. "Wondering when the first time I'm going to be called out comes during school, how crazy I'm going to look." Because that was a concern, on top of everything else.

He had eyes just for her, giving her his full and undivided attention, concern lurking within and as she admitted what was wrong - or what she presented as being wrong - he reached for her, drawing her in, meeting her half way, just to hold her. "It happen before?" he asked her, shifting position to one a little bit more comfortable. "At your old school?" He imagined that it must have done and wondered how she'd handled it - high schoolers weren't known for their tolerance of difference, after all.

Leija had no issues with getting in closer and being held. Well okay, there were a few pinpricks of guilt for withholding information, but how did you tell someone that?! Oh, I think I'm falling in love with you, but I had a wet dream about some other guy, and it was sort of toeing the line of rape, but I loved it, and you're such a great guy, but ... No. She just couldn't do it. She settled and continued easily along with the conversation, fingers brushing rhythmically over one of his wrists. "Yeah. I sort of ... had it established that I had a really touchy stomach," she said quietly. "I had permission to get up and leave whenever, and usually I was never gone more than twenty minutes, thirty at most. ... I had to do lots of makeup work, though."

"Well, if you need help with that - the makeup work, I mean, then you could probably bribe me," Thom told her. He didn't even try to suggest that her being called in the middle of class wasn't going to happen - they both knew that the odds were that it would. Sooner or later. "How do you feel about it though? I know it's never going to be easy for you..."

She lifted a shoulder, tracing little nonsense patterns against his skin. "It's just what I have to do," she said quietly. There really was no way around it, unless her father decided to go the way of private tutors. Which were expensive, and then they'd wonder what was going on themselves. He was too busy to homeschool her. "Just another reason to keep my head down as much as I can. And hey, maybe it'll get me out of French once in a while," she said, looking up to try a wan smile on him. "What could you be bribed with?"

He chuckled slightly at that, shifting them both round so that she was resting with her back against his chest, a hand encircling her waist as his fingers slipped beneath the material of her top to rest on her stomach. "Getting out of French is good," he agreed. "There have to be some perks, right?" he reminded her - though he thought that in the scheme of things, it wasn't much. "And I dunno what you could bribe me with - maybe you'd have to get creative," he suggested, lying through his teeth, because he could think of lots, of things she could bribe him with. And very successfully at that, but he was in a playful type of mood and playing dumb was appealing.

Talking about bribing him with things was far more appealing than discussing her duty in relation to school, so she went in that direction. Leija relaxed back against him, and focused on the feel of his hand against her stomach. "Hmmm," she mused, smirking just a touch at the other side of the basement. "I think I can get creative. I'm sure there are some sorts of favors I could come up with that would tempt you." She lightly scratched her fingernails against the jeans over his thigh, down near his knee. If she turned her head a little bit, she could hear his heartbeat from there, strong and steady and weirdly comforting.

Comforting Thom could be - distracting as well. He knew that there wasn't anything he could do about her calling and he never knew quite how to talk about it with her. He still felt like his own circumstances held him back from asking too much about hers - pushing for information that may upset her to tell when he couldn't reciprocate and any attempts she made of enquiring about his own calling would simply be met with an 'I can't talk about this'. He wanted to find a way in, he just hadn't yet, or he didn't think he had. And so he went with the second topic as well, bending his middle finger to trace circles around her bellybutton. "You think?" he asked, his tone teasing.

It tickled, but in a very warm way, so she made no move at all to stop him. "Yeah, I think," she said, matching his tone. A wicked little grin crossed her face. "Let's see. You like ... music," she suggested, ticking up one finger. "I could maybe bribe you with something musical. Ooorrrr ... I would say food, but I can't cook worth a damn. Hmmm. What else does Thom Harkin like ..." Leija arched her neck around and up a bit to nuzzle at the underside of his jaw. She breathed him in deep, trying to fill her head enough with his scent that everything else faded away. It was sort of working.

He let her nuzzle for a moment, before lowering his head and capturing her lips in an admittedly awkward-angled kiss. "I like you," he pointed out, helpfully, as he pulled back a little, but not too far.

Awkward or not, it felt nice. "Do you?" she replied softly, a small smile creeping up again on her. "Well that could make things easier. ... I'm not sure I believe you, though, you might have to convince me." Leija grinned brightly for a moment.

"Hmmm, you're not convinced, are you not?" he asked, looking distinctly perturbed by this. He curled a finger up into her hair, his other hand still playing on her stomach in slowly widening circles. "Well, what can I do to convince you?" he asked, softly. "What kind of evidence does my lady wish?" He looked serious, but there was an amused glint in his eyes that gave him away.

It was difficult not to giggle, but she was managing. It felt unaccountably good to be playful with him. "I'm a very practical girl, you know," she murred, sounding about as amused as she felt. "So I think I'll require ... hard physical evidence." She honestly couldn't help that, he'd made the opening far too good. Her nails scratched at the leg of his jeans again.

"Hmmm," Thom mused, leaning down and placing a kiss at the base of her neck. "Practical, are you? A hands on type?" he suggested, running the hand that had been curled in her hair down, over her shoulder, along her arm and down her body, whilst his other hand traveled upwards, stroking lightly at the underside of her breast, over her bra. He kissed her neck again, giving it attention. If they carried on like this, he knew that hard physical evidence wasn't going to be difficult to manage. She drove him crazy sometimes.

"Definitely a do-it-yourself kind of woman," she murmured, tilting her head to the side to give him as much room as he wanted on her neck. Ripples of tingling ran down her from where his mouth and hands were touching. She arched her back a little, finding it incredibly difficult to keep still. She was caught between moving to where she could reach him better, and staying where he had such a good range on her. Maybe just for another couple of minutes ...

Thom grinned wickedly. "Really?," he asked, cheekily. "Interesting - and here was I wanting to do it for you," he added, before kissing her again. He moved his hand up, cupping a breast, running his thumb across her bra-clad nipple as she moved against him.

Leija smiled briefly up at the ceiling, her eyes slipping closed. "Well you're always welcome to lend a hand," she said, feeling her nipple pull tight under the fabric and his thumb. As good as it all felt -- which was considerable -- there was a restless tension in her stomach, like she wanted something she could only sort of vaguely put her finger on. She just had no idea how to communicate it to him. Or even if she should.

He went back to kissing her neck as he slipped his hand underneath her bra - he'd never be able to unfasten it from this position and he wasn't quite ready to give it up yet, the feel of her against him like this was all kinds of nice, after all. He nuzzled her hair out if the way so that he could lather kisses around the base of her ear, before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking lightly, biting down the tiniest of amounts, not wanting to hurt her.

While the nuzzling and kisses gave her a little shiver, it was the feel of his teeth on her skin that made her breath catch sharply. Yes, that was it. The tip of the iceberg of what she wanted. Her hand slid up to cover his on her breast, fingers pressing his palm tighter. "Harder," she breathed, still making those tiny squirmy movements. "Be ... you can be rougher ... with me," she added, having the presence of mind at least to not make it a demand. She knew it was in his nature to be protective of her, but goddammit, she wanted to be bitten.

Thom swallowed as she told him that, unsure and uncertain all of a sudden, never having had anyone say anything like that to him before. But that tone in her voice, the way she moved against him like that - that was a turn on. He twisted his hand round, taking her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them, pressing down harder than he would have ever dared before as he once again bit down on her ear, really using his teeth this time, though he was still rather tentative, unsure.

Tentative and unsure or not, it felt damn good. Leija gasped in a short breath, back arching again. She was too fuzzy-headed to be able to really know why that shot electric pleasure straight down her body, but it did. Her short fingernails dragged over the back of his wrist, but she managed not to make it too hard. Just ... encouraging. Hopefully.

It was - her whole reaction to that was encouraging as he bit down harder, sucking her earlobe at the same time, digging his neatly trimmed nails into her nipple a little as he moved down to her neck, kissing her once before taking the skin between his teeth for a moment. He lifted his head a little. "You like that?" he asked, knowing she did, but there was still that hint of a question there.

"God yes," she murmured back, eyes cracking open on the back of the couch just a bit. Her dream toyed with the edges of her mind, just little echoes of how it felt to be pinned and taken control of. More heat joined the blood already in her cheeks. "Do you -- is it okay?" she asked in a whisper, since he'd asked her. Through her haze, she didn't want him terribly uncomfortable, after all.

He smiled a little. "It's... surprising," he admitted. But anything that makes you look like that is good by me, he thought, but really didn't know how to put into words. "I... I don't want to hurt you." He paused, thinking about that, colouring a little. "Well, not... I mean - if you like it then. I could." He needed to learn how to speak properly, he really did. "I don't want to do anything you're not gonna enjoy," he finally settled on.

Leija shifted around just a bit, turning her head so she could actually see him. Because she wanted his eyes. Her own were heated and a touch hazy, but there was no doubt in them. I want you driven wild and pushed to the very edge of your control, she thought, but couldn't actually say. "Don't worry about hurting me," she told him softly. "It feels good; I'll let you know what's too much." Though if how she felt at the moment was any indication, there wasn't much that was.

His tongue flickered out and wet his lips and he brought his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment, but looking at her - right here, right now. He couldn't have any doubts when faced with that, no doubts at all as he took a breath and pulled her in, mind on definitely not being gentle and soft right now, quite the opposite and he pulled her against him, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.

At least he didn't ask why, was the only really coherent thought that drifted through her mind before it and everything else was more or less blown away. Leija kissed him back just as hard as she could manage from that angle, catching her bottom lip between her own teeth when she could get a hold of it. One hand came up to clench in the hair at the back of his neck.

He shifted his hands, moving to catch around her, bodily lifting her up and twisting her round to face him properly - if he was going to do this, he'd give it his all, just like everything else in his life - and so far, there was nothing dissuading him from this at all as he slipped a hand under her top at the back, curling his fingers round, nails biting into her skin.

Leija moved with it, settling on him with her knees on either side of his body. She let out an involuntary noise in the back of her throat as his nails dug in, and she started the process of squirming out of her shirt. She wanted it off and gone and nothing in between them. The bra followed not a second after, clasp popped and straps down her arms with practiced ease before her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She kissed him hard again, already loving every second of this.

His other hand went to her hips, pulling her hard against him, pushing up with his hips as he did so, completely turned on by now, wanting her to feel that, to know what she did to him with those movements, those little noises, everything. He pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard as he slumped back against the couch. He smiled a little at her, a wavering smile, a light behind his eyes, just for a moment, before he heaved himself back up and against her, kissing her once more.

All of their mutual inexperience counted for nothing when the passion was this tangible. Leija had never felt as desired -- as hungered for -- by him as she did in that moment, and it was flat-out intoxicating. She just had time to bite her bottom lip lightly as he looked at her, and adore the look in his eyes before he came back. She kissed him back without a shred of hesitancy or holding-back, both sets of fingers buried in his hair. She did indeed feel the effect she had on him underneath her, and rolled her hips to rub against it hard, because he did the same sort of things to her.

He kissed her until he had to come up for air once more, a hand still on her hip, holding her in place, the other on her back ceasing it's insistent pressure that had held her into him for the kiss as he did so, letting her go a little, if she wanted. Oh, this was good - this was definitely good. "Seeing you at school feels like torture sometimes," he told her, his voice deep. "Having to - play nice. Not being able to really touch you. Leija, have you any idea what you do to me?"

Her stomach dropped out in the most wonderful way as he started to talk. God, she loved his voice, and that husky edge to it was purely delicious. She didn't go far at all, just dipping her head to the side to give one of his ears the attention it so deserved. "Tell me," she very nearly purred into it before tracing the curve of his cartilege with her tongue. "Tell me what I do to you." She replaced tongue with teeth, nipping a little sharp.

That was... thrilling and daunting at the same time - to be actually asked to put that into words. He licked his lips again and closed his eyes for a moment, before reaching for her hand, taking her by the wrist and moving it down, resting her palm on the rather tight crotch of his jeans. "Well, there's this," he breathed, his breath unsteady as he pushed against her. "You do this to me. You make it hard to concentrate - on anything that's not you, when you're around. I just... And every time we're together, when I think it can't get any better... God, Leija..." He needed to learn to be more eloquent, he thought hazily.

She put pressure on his erection as soon as her hand was on it, squeezing as best she could with his jeans in the way. His lack of complete sentences were more than perfect, as they spoke volumes in and of themselves. Leija knew she was breaking his brain, and had no issue at all with that fact. She wanted to drive him crazy. It was only fair. And felt oh so good. "I daydreamed about you in class, after lunch," she whispered to him, nibbling at his earlobe again. Her cheeks burned more, but she didn't care. "About coming over here so I could get my hands ... and mouth ... all over you." She dragged her lips over the thick muscle in his neck before biting lightly at that too.

He shuddered with that, swallowing past a dry throat as he took a moment, slumped helpless against the back of the couch, letting her just do as she would. "Yeah?" he asked, eventually, the word drawled slightly through a haze of feelings and wants. Right now he knew what he wanted to do, which was just to say to hell with it all and lie her down on the couch and... But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't - and he wouldn't, though he thought it might drive him ten kinds of crazy. He moaned, almost a whimper, and moved himself against her palm.

"Mmmhmmm," she murred into his ear, giving it small kitten-licks again. She loved making him sound and move like that, just like she loved everything else about this entire situation. She wanted her back shoved against the coffee table not a couple of feet away and to be taken, but she knew that probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Which was okay, because as much as she wanted him, this was good too. "What do you want me to do to you?" she was compelled to ask. Because he'd turned her into an audiophile in the past couple of minutes, and she wanted to hear him say it.

"I want you to touch me," he half-moaned. He reached down and flicked at his button, but didn't undo it. "There's too many clothes." He wanted her to undress him - there was something that was just an unbelievable turn on for him about that. But did he, could he ask her? He'd never asked someone something like that before. Was that allowed? He hesitated in indecision for what felt like an eternity before he caved. "I want - I want you to undress me."

Leija's head lifted and she looked at him for a beat, a smile toying with the corners of her mouth. She thought that could've been the first time Thom had actually asked her for something, in that sort of sense. It made her lower belly tingle nicely. She sat back some and took two fistfuls of his shirt to pull him up off the back of the couch before she started to peel the tight thing off of him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. It was like unwrapping the best present ever.

He went up as she pulled him, the muscles in his stomach contracting as he sat up, lifting his arms in the air to aid her as she pulled off his t-shirt, his nipples contracting in the slightly cooled air of the basement. He watched her, his eyes dark, mouth slightly agape - he'd asked her, she was doing this and he was just going to let her. He wanted his jeans off - they were far too tight by now, but he just waited, watching her, waiting for her.

She took the time to run her hands over his bare chest. He was slim, but defined just enough in the right places. It was naturally sexy and not vanity. Leija leaned in to kiss him again, lingering for a moment before she moved. With a lithe twist and shift, she was on her knees on the basement floor in front of him, between his legs. Flashing him a little smile that had an edge of Wicked to it, she ran her palms up the length of his thighs to bring them together at the button. Which she tugged at to undo, and slid his zipper down over the bulge, wetting her lips without thinking about it.

Thom was transfixed by that look on her face, on watching her before him, his position giving him a total view of what she was doing. But she was being so slow - it was driving him crazy. Though right now, nothing could be fast enough for him, every moment feeling like an eternity. He'd been mistaken before - seeing her at school wasn't torture compared to this. Yet this was a different kind of torture - there was an almost delicious edge to this, an expectation that promised even as it drove him insane.

Leija hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers both, moving her body more to one side so that she could actually get them off, and started to tug. She had to admit, she liked this; it held an element of control that she liked wielding. From the look on his face, she could tell that she was driving him mad, and she honestly liked that. His attention wasn't anywhere but her. She got him completely undressed and sat back on her heels just to look for a second.

There was something slightly strange about being naked in from of her when she was still half-dressed, but it wasn't necessarily a bad-strange, he decided, as he watched her watching him, waiting to see what she'd do next, ignoring for now the little voice that said that he should fuck waiting and just jump her - that there was a huge wide expanse of floor down here and it was a shame to let it go to waste. Of course, that was the same little voice that was telling him to screw the consequences and that right now was a great time to lose his virginity. He wasn't sure he could ignore one part of that voice without ignoring the lot. And so he waited.

She was briefly caught between taking her own jeans off and climbing back on top of him, or staying where she was and tasting him. Both seemed equally appealing, honestly. And he seemed to be leaving it up to her, seeing as how he wasn't moving a muscle anymore, just looking. The desire to get out of the rest of her clothes won out in the end, and she stood up, her hands drifting down to the button on her jeans. She watched his face, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she undid it and started to slide them down over her hips.

He watched as she slid her jeans down her legs and stepped out of them, mesmerised as she stood, naked, before him. He wrestled back control from his inner thoughts and it was that that got him moving again - that and the fact that he had to touch her. He sat forward, a hand slipping round her to rest on her ass, pulling her forward a little as he leaned and and kissed her stomach, before standing, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, the feeling of skin on skin a heady experience as his other hand buried itself in her hair, wrapping the strands round his fingers for purchase as he held her there.

All of which got her heart beating hard again. It hadn't slowed down much since this whole dance had begun, but his hand in her hair and his mouth again on her's just got her going all over again. Her hand slid around to his back, feeling the difference between normal skin and the lines that were almost fully healed from the cats attacking. But they were still there, and for some bizarre reason touching them turned her on something fierce. She made a soft little sound into his mouth and dragged her nails across them.

Thom gasped into her mouth, the pain sharp and unexpected, yet he didn't pull back. He didn't want to - it was a different kind of pain and one that wasn't at all bad. Not that it helped at all of the 'not throwing her down on the floor and taking her here and now' front. Self control, Thom was deciding, was highly overrated, if necessary.

Not breaking away from the kiss until she absolutely had to, Leija's eyes cracked open to take in his face again. She left one hand at his back, keeping up the little bites from her fingernails until he made some indication that he didn't like it -- which totally hadn't happened yet -- and slid the other one around again, stroking it down over his flat stomach to wrap it around him.

There was absolutely no indication from Thom that he wasn't enjoying what she was doing to him - quite the opposite in fact as his eyes appeared to lose focus slightly when she took ahold of him. He swayed a little where he stood, his hand going to her hip to steady himself. It was only a moment, then he found his centre again, looking down at her as he bucked himself up into her hand.

Leija squeezed him firmly, and gave one slow stroke. "I wish you were inside me," she murmured, eyes not leaving his for a second. She hadn't thought about it much before it came out of her mouth, but by god was it true. It wasn't an 'I want' statement -- though that would've been completely honest, this seemed to be the perfect time to shed her virginity -- as she was aware on some level that he felt he really couldn't. Though the why's of that was a bit fuzzy at the moment.

Thom gave her an almost pained look before leaning down and kissing her, hard and passionately, wanting her more than anything - hating the fact he was him right now. It wasn't fair. "I wish I was too," he admitted as he pulled back enough to murmur against her lips. He kissed her again, slipping a hand between her legs and touching her, his fingers finding the spot that would feel the best, but right now it felt like a pale second to what he really wanted to do.

Any words she'd had to add to that were lost in kissing him back and the feel of him touching her finally. Her hand tightened on him reflexively as pleasure flooded up from the spot to the rest of her. Even if they couldn't do everything, the knowledge that he wanted to as much as she did was good to have. More than good. Leija dragged her nails over his lower back again.

He pulled back from the kiss, enough to watch her face, see her eyes as he moved his hand, curling his middle finger up inside her. "This is where I want to be," he whispered, starting to move. And it was, it really, really was. And there as something really hot about telling her that, simulating what he wished he could do.

That had her breath catching. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open, color high in her cheeks. Hearing that from him was so hot. She let go of him long enough to wet her hand down with her tongue, briefly sucking her middle finger into her mouth since he was watching, and got her grip on him again. Leija stroked to match what his finger was doing, her stomach all knotted up delightfully. "You'd do it like that?" she murmured, only half aware of it.

Would he? Really? He didn't have the first clue - it wasn't like he had any experience to go off. But they both knew that wasn't the point. This was fantasy, not reality. "I'd start off like this," he told her, watching her face and slowing right down, adding another finger as he did so, entering her with ease. His voice was thick, low - more so now that she was matching him and he wondered if she'd keep matching the pace. He really, really hoped she would.

She did, slowing her own hand down to a crawl, understanding intuitively that if this was as close as they were going to get, she wanted him to go through it fully with her. She wasn't sure that her legs would hold out to the end, but she was sure determined to try. His voice and his eyes were captivating. "I'd want you above me, so I could see your face," she murmured, adding her own input to build on the feeling that they were elsewhere.

He stilled, before pulling out, stepping into her and kissing her deeply as he swung her round, long experience of this room meaning that he knew exactly where the couch was, even without looking as he dropped her down, lying her down as he rested a knee by the side of her, hovering his body above hers. He drew back, watching again as he replaced his hand. "Like this?" he asked, his hair falling forwards into his face now.

Leija found that she loved it when he moved her like that. Like she weighed absolutely nothing and he could just arrange her how he wanted. "Yes," she answered breathlessly. She reached her own hand back down to where it was to pick it up with him again. He'd be closer and there wouldn't be two arms between them, but that was damn good and close enough. One knee slid up to rest against his hip.

It would be so easy, he knew, to just lower himself down, push up and he'd give them what they both wanted. But he wouldn't he couldn't, he wouldn't ruin her life and his for this, as good as he imagined it would be. And so he concentrated on working his fingers, holding himself above her with his free hand, resting by her head, the muscles in his arm taught and exposed. If he had a free hand, he knew, he'd want to hook that leg up and round his back and he smiled a little, thinking that, the way things were going, he should just tell her that. "Hmmm, see, right now, I'd hook my hand under your knee and wrap that leg around me," he told her.

She liked this game. A lot. Smiling a bit back -- which briefly faltered with a particularly hazy-pleasured expression as he hit a very nice spot just the right way -- she did just that, sliding her leg further up and hooking it around his lower back. It pulled him in a teensy bit closer, and she was momentarily very tempted just to guide him where it felt like he was supposed to be and arch her hips the right way and ... but she didn't. "Like that?" she purred up at him, turning her head to nibble lightly at the skin on his forearm. Which was so conveniently right there.

He nodded, biting for a moment at his lower lip. "Just like that," he told her. He was getting into this whole thing now, the nerves at telling her disappearing under a wave of want. "See, then that would get me to move faster - because I want you," he told her, the emphasis on the final three words surpassing what they were pretending to do and just being honest truth. But he kept up with the fantasy, speeding up as he spoke.

Leija let out a soft little sound and her eyes rolled closed briefly. If she tried hard enough, she could almost transpose the feelings of the heavy heat in her hand and his fingers in her. She kept pace with him, squeezing tighter as it all started to feel better and better. "And I'd arch and moan under you," she murmured, eyelids cracking again to look at him as she actually did both of those, to show him. "Because you feel so good and I want you back."

She tightened around him and he spasmed in her hand, flexing without thinking about it, imagining what it would feel like it that had actually been real. It felt all too easy right now. "Again," he breathed. "Harder." He wanted to feel her tight around him and he moved faster in her hand, this time showing her what he'd do, taking control through actions, rather than just words.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip again as a delicious ripple of pleasure worked through her. All of it was building up into molten heat in her lower belly and she tightened reflexively on his fingers as she bore down harder on her grip around him as well. She adjusted to his hip movements and moved with him, breathing hard and almost able to believe that this was what it would feel like.

"Oh god Leija," he breathed, hardly able to get the words out now. "You feel so good, so tight, so - you're gonna make me come Leija, please," he almost begged, knowing he wasn't far away, his fingers working in tandem with his now almost frantic hip thrusts as he curled his thumb round and found her, just there. The movement wasn't elegant, but it was the best he could manage right now, as he bordered on losing control and he flipped the digit back and forth.

She wasn't sure if it was his voice or the words or where his thumb moved to -- and really, did it matter? -- but her climax rushed up on her in a blinding couple of seconds. Her breath caught sharply and her back arched, leg tightening around him as her hips bucked against his hand. "OhgodyesfuckmeThom," came out in a rush between clenched teeth as sparkling spots overtook the edges of her vision. She shuddered and clenched around him in both spots.

Thom knew that it was the words that took him over the edge, as he erupted the moment she spoke them, the very idea all he needed, driving him forward, heady and overwhelming as he let out a cry, hips thrusting one last time as he let go over her stomach, before collapsing onto her in a sticky mess, just about with the presence of mind to land to one side so he didn't crush her.

Leija wouldn't have minded being crushed in the least. In fact, anything at all he could possibly want to do to her in that moment was a-okay with her. She left her leg wrapped around him, arms moving to drape around his shoulders as he got close enough to do so, and promptly nuzzled her face into his neck the best she could. He smelled warm and lightly like sweat and himself and she loved it. It was the perfect place to try and get her breath back.

He was good with her draping as he laid back against the couch, happy to let her nuzzle, an arm going around her waist, as she sprawled across him. He'd move in a minute. Maybe - they had to get cleaned up at some point, after all. But not right now, he could just be lazy and sleepy for a moment. Just a moment.

She was happy and quiet and warm for what felt like a long time, just cuddled up to him and letting her heartbeat slow down. This wasn't her favorite part, but it was pretty close. Eventually Leija stirred to stretch like a cat and open her eyes on him to grin a little. "You gonna tell Isaac you broke in the couch?" she asked, her tone teasing. She figured the guy probably crashed down here often, knowing how close they were. And the idea that she'd claimed it in a totally different way kind of amused her.

Thom lifted his head, smiling and looking very pleased with himself having made the effort to move. He leaned down to kiss her for no other reason than he could and he wanted to. "I think that's something the guy really doesn't need to know," he said with a grin.

Leija was happy to kiss him back, all the desire for biting and rough-handling having melted away in favor of soft, lovey-dovey lip-clinging. She giggled quietly. "I love that look on your face," she murmured, nuzzling at his cheek with her's. "You look happy." Which made her happy, especially in light of the past couple of internal days. She felt ... better. She wasn't sure if it would last, but there it was for now.

"I am happy," he told her softly. I wish we could do that for real. "You don't look too bad yourself. Have to admit, naked and satisfied like that - it's a good look on you," he told her, stretching a little - a move totally ruined as he nearly fell off the narrow couch. He shuffled closer to her, looking a little embarrassed - it wasn't exactly cool.

She really tried not to, but she had to giggle as he caught himself. Leija wrapped her arms around him tighter and smiled at him. "How much time do you think we have?" she asked, letting her fingers drift through his mop of dark hair. "'Cause I think showers are in order, and if we could squeeze one in together ..."

He looked at her, thinking that that? Could be something he could definitely go along with. "Mom won't be home for hours yet," he told her with confidence. "So we've got the house to ourselves." Which was, after all, why he'd been okay to get naked in the basement. The only other person who would come round unannounced was Isaac - and he'd had fair warning Thom was busy. Okay, sure, there was that time Kaysen had shown up, but Thom knew he was unlikely to see a repeat of that any time soon. Not unless there was really a problem, and then everything would have been over in any event. "A shower could be good."

She flashed him a bright grin, feeling a wonderful surge of energy flow through her to displace the comfy-sleepiness. "Good," she said, and started to squirm. She got a knee under her, being careful not to push him off the couch or anything, and climbed over him. Any naked time with Thom was good time, and she was getting a little cold, so a shower would be awesome. Leija scooped up her clothes so she'd only have to run through the house naked once and started to bound for the stairs. "Beat you up there!"

Thom didn't move - he had no intention of moving when the alternative was to watch her running naked towards the stairs. He waited until she was out of sight before he catapulted up and after her, leaving his clothes where they were - he'd get clean upstairs - and took the basement steps two at a time. He caught up with her as she reached the top of the stairs, but made no effort to race past her, instead, catching her round the waist and pushing her into the wall, kissing her deeply.

Leija let out a gleeful squeak when he grabbed her, since she'd known she was being pursued. And really, there was just something fun about being chased. But then her back hit the wall and he was kissing her like that and her stomach was all clenched up all over again. God, that was just ... yeah. She dropped her clothes and kissed him back for a couple of wild heartbeats. Then her hands came up and she gave his shoulders a sharp shove, ducked under one arm, and squirmed away to dart through the kitchen.

He called foul, but she was already gone, racing through the kitchen. He grinned and took the other way, ducking through the dining room and meeting her in the hallway, both reaching the stairs at the same time. He reached across, just getting in front of her and putting his body in her path, grinning wildly now. "What's it worth," he asked her, arching an eyebrow. "To let you past?" he challenged, teasing.

She stopped just short of running bodily into him, which probably wouldn't have been so bad, really. She was flushed and grinning right back. Leija tossed her hair back over her shoulder and tried looking put-out. It didn't work very well. "I dunno, what is it worth to you?" she asked, even though it didn't make a whole lot of sense. "And here I thought you actually wanted me in your shower, getting all lathered up and wet ..." She grinned wickedly.

"Ahh, yeah," Thom countered. "But when you get out of the shower, you're gonna get dressed. And I quite like you naked. So the longer I put it off, the longer I keep you here." he paused, thinking about that. "Though, lathered up and wet does have its attractions..." Oh yeah, shower!Leija was definitely appealing.

"I can stay naked as long as you want," she said easily enough, highly amused. She liked this game too. Especially the getting caught bit of it. "So how about that? You let me by to clean up, and I'll hang around naked afterwards?" She was really tempted to try and squeeze around him to see if he'd do that wall thing again, but didn't.

Thom looked very much as though he was considering this. "Weeeell - go on then," he said, finally, dropping his arm, but not otherwise moving out of the way. It was tempting to grab her as she ran past, thinking that dropping her down on the stairs could be an interesting position. It really was a good job he was so confident that his mom wouldn't be home for hours.

Leija grinned, aware that he hadn't actually moved, and delighted by the fact, honestly. She took a half-step back and then lunged forward and to one side to try and get by him, giggling like mad and scrambling up the steps on all fours.

He let her almost get past before he pounced, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over onto her back before crawling up her body. "Sorry," he told her, not sounding in the least bit sorry at all. "I lied." He leaned in, pressing his body close to hers and kissing her deeply, his toes finding purchase on a lower stair to stop them sliding back down again.

The edges of the steps pressed meanly into her back and ass, but Leija couldn't care in the least. She loved it in fact. She braced her own foot against one of the bannister supports to keep them up too and kissed him back, heart racing. "You should be ashamed," she said as she pulled away for air, sounding totally out of breath and thrilled about it. For good measure, she dragged her nails down his sides, since they were there and all.

Thom grinned evilly, reaching round to remove one of her hands from his side - not that he really minded that much, but still. "Now, now - don't be like that," he admonished her lightly, pinning her by the wrist to the next stair up. "So - you think I should let you up, do you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that," she pointed out, grinning broadly. She squirmed her wrist in his grip, not to get away, but more to test it. This? Was unspeakably awesome. The knee that wasn't providing support came up to push playfully against his hip, working on dislodging him. "But if you ever want me in the shower, you're going to have to."

"Hmmm, see, that's a tough one, because I'm actually a fan of stair!Leija right now. And though shower!Leija is appealing, this is much more immediate," he told her, but he allowed himself to be pushed, enough so she could squirm out of his grip if she so chose.

Leija giggled. "I have that many guises, do I?" she asked, looking highly amused. "'Cause right now I just kind of feel like prey!Leija. Not that I'm complaining ..." Because goddamn, was that hot. He'd relented a bit, so she did indeed start to squirm out of his grip, half-shimmying up a couple of stairs before she could actually turn and start her climbing escape all over again.

Thom lay against the stairs, watching her scrambling upwards, a strange kind of smile on his face. He was having fun, and more than that. There was no part of this he wasn't enjoying, but he let her go, eventually rising and walking up the stairs, wondering if she'd have made it to the bathroom by now. Wondering if she remembered where it was. Which amused him - he wouldn't mind it if she ended up in his clothes again tonight. There was something unbelievably hot about your girlfriend dressing in your clothes.

She did indeed remember where it was, her unerring sense of direction leading her right to it. He wasn't right on her tail anymore, so she walked like a normal person, grinning her stupid head off. Leija slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, cranking the faucet on and giving herself an amused glance in the mirror. She looked wild-haired and happy, and it was great.

He strolled up to the door and knocked - pretending that he thought it might be locked. "Sweet? You gonna let me in - you know you want to," he called through the door, grinning like an idiot as he did so. He rested his head back against the wall, turned towards the door slightly as he waited for her answer.

She'd found a brush, and was working on getting the couch-tangles out of her hair as he called to her. Leija grinned widely. "Are you going to be good?" she called back, not making a single move for the doorknob. Which she had a feeling he knew he could open at any time.

Thom laughed. "Depends on your definition of the word," he told her, biting his lip. "Will I be good-good? Probably not," he warned her. "Unless you really want me to be - but I think that precludes the whole 'showering together' thing really."

"Hmmmm," she said, loud enough to be heard over the water, as though she really had to ponder that one. "I dunnoooooo. I think you may have been bad enough today, attacking me on the stairs and everything," she teased, still brushing her hair out. "Convince me you really want to come in!"

"Wellllll," he drawled, making a show of rattling the knob. "I could just break down the door - would that convince you?" he asked, having trouble not laughing, since they both knew the door was open. "And anyway, don't you want to see me all wet and soapy?" he asked, affecting an innocent tone.

"You wouldn't! You're an animal!" she cried dramatically, and couldn't really stop herself from cracking up. This was far too awesome. Leija leaned and opened the door and grinned at him. "Only if you fondle your soapy manboobs. You have to promise," she said cheekily, leaning in the doorway.

Thom raised and eyebrow and pushed his way into the bathroom. "Really - those your demands, eh?" he asked, looking down at her and backing her towards the tub. "Because I don't have manboobs - see, flat chested, totally," he said, picking up one of her hands by the wrist and running her palm down his chest. "And anyway, I'm in now and I am going to shower with you - if I have to pick you up and throw you in there," he told her, almost cracking up himself.

Leija tweaked his nipple as he passed her hand over it, grinning broadly. Then she arched an eyebrow at him and looked haughty. "Is that so?" she wanted to know, and brandished the brush at him. "You think can just barge into the bathroom and threaten me with forced coed showers? What kind of nerve do you have?" But she let him hold on to her wrist, that was for sure. "And what if I say you'll have to make me?" she added, sticking her nose up in the air and trying very hard not to smirk.

He looked at her for a moment, before he suddenly let go of her wrist - but only to pick her bodily up and carry her towards the shower. "Well, if you insist I make you, then I'll make you," he told her as he walked across the room. "Because, my dear, you're dirty and you need a shower, don't you..."

She squeaked again and let it dissolve into giggles. Yes, being carried was fun. She thwacked his rear end with the flat of the brush before she dropped it and played the good hostage. Kind of. "I suppose you've got the dirty part right," she reasoned, giggling.

Stepping into a tub with an armful of squirming, giggly girlfriend was not easy and Thom was proud he managed it without falling on his newly thwacked ass as he set her down and properly held her under the water, grinning madly as she got completely soaked.

At least she'd adjusted the temperature properly, that was something. Leija didn't seem to mind getting soaked, since she was naked and everything anyway, and did need a shower. She pulled him forward to get wet too, however, because fair was fair. "If you're going to shower with me, you have to actually do it," she teased, grinning.

He pushed his head under the water, thoroughly wetting his hair in one go, then flicking it back out of his eyes. He felt a lot taller than her right now, as he looked down at her, water cascading over them, and a lot more vulnerably naked in the best possible way. His eyes roamed over her, greatly appreciative and not wanting to settle on one particular spot because that would mean missing all the other potential spots he could linger over. He took a breath and stepped into her, slipping an arm round her waist and leaning down to kiss her, all warm and wet.

Her own arms slid around his ribs. She liked that he was taller than her. It wasn't difficult to accomplish, with how tall she actually was, but still, it was nice. Leija held him close and kissed him in return, hands spreading warm water over his back. In that moment, everything was perfect, and she was content. There was nothing outside of the bathroom that really needed it's existence acknowledged; it was just them that mattered. She rose up on her toes to make it easier for him in the small space.

He broke off the kiss, slowly bending down and reaching past her, his cheek pressing purposefully against the skin of her belly, just because he could. He picked up the bar of soap and straightened, rolling it between his palms, working up a lather as he did so. He leaned in again, kissing her once more as he put the soap to her chest between her skin and the flat of his palm, and slowly started to run it over her, working in circles, only half a mind to actually getting her clean.

That felt ... nice; soothing, in a way. As a girl, she fell into the stereotype that she took long showers anyway, but she hadn't ever been washed by anyone before. Not since she was a toddler, at least. And with as much as she liked it when he touched her, she was a fan of the whole idea. Leija kissed him back and positioned herself to be accomodating when his hands moved, her own palms resting mostly on the front of his hips. She liked the way the bones felt there.

He took his time, giving special attention to her breasts, watching where his hands moved, the trail of soapy bubbles that were washed away by the falling water. Then he moved down, over her stomach, washing away the evidence of their earlier activities, making sure she was properly clean, before moving on again, slipping his hand between her legs.

She found that she absolutely adored this kind of attention, the way he was looking at her. She was smiling faintly at him whenever he'd glance up, eyes half closed with the nice feeling of being cleaned by someone else. It was wonderfully mellow and lazy and then his fingers were in sensitive spots again and she made a soft little sound, leaning her upper back against the shower wall and shifting one leg to give him room. For whatever he wanted to do, really.

He smiled as she mewled and repeated that, just what he'd done. It might have been hard and fast and eager before, but this had a completely different feel to it. Somehow going back to what they'd had downstairs would just ruin the mood right now. Anyway, he didn't want to push her, right now he was feeling more inclined towards worshipping her.

The soap made it even nicer-feeling. Leija looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and grinned a bit, teeth catching her bottom lip again for a few seconds. He tended to make her do that a lot. "Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, mister," she purred at him over the sound of the water. Yes, this? Had totally been a good idea.

"And if I promise to finish?" Thom asked her, not letting up on her for a moment, loving the idea that he could take her there again, so soon afterwards. "Since I did promise to be good and everything..." he added, ignoring the fact that he hadn't promised anything of the sort. But the word had come up, and it could be twisted into use now.

"You did no such ... thing," she called him on, having to pause in the middle to take in an unsteady breath. She had the impulse to soap her own hand up and reach for him, but she had to admit that she liked the focus for now. It was very nice just to lean back and enjoy the sensations he was creating in her and not think about anything else. "If you promise to finish ... I guess you can ... go ahead."

He moved in closer, slipping a hand to the small of her back to hold her there as he straddled one leg, the best position for him under the circumstances. The shower head was right above him, the stream hitting hard onto his back and running then downwards, or over his shoulder. He didn't let up for a moment, though he dropped the soap, better to concentrate with his fingers.

Leija felt that it wasn't going to take long at all, which was half-surprising. She would've thought she'd be satisfied for like, weeks. But no, apparently not; not with him touching her, at least. She looked up into his eyes, one arm slipping around his back to hold on, her breath picking up even more. Her hips twitched with a particularly strong wave of pleasure and she moaned softly.

"Hmmm, good girl," he murmured, wanting nothing more right now than to make her dissolve into a small heap of jelly. He wanted her to want him, to need him, to make her scream like she had done before. He redoubled his effort, learning from what had got the best reactions previously.

If those were his goals, he was well on his way. Her breath turned into whimpering pants, her gaze holding his almost desperately. His words only made everything better, added to the buzzing tingle low in her belly. Made her want the part of him she couldn't have even more. She braced one foot up against the edge of the tub, hips moving against his hand as her vocalizations got louder and more needy.

He wanted to lean into her more, but he was afraid of slipping in the wet tub. He could think more clearly when she wasn't touching him, work out what would and wouldn't work. He didn't want to mess this up, but he wanted closer to her. He tightened his hold on her waist, picking her up without stopping in his ministrations, stepping in and practically pinning her against the tiled wall with his body, freeing up his other hand to hook under her knee and bring it up to his thigh. He kissed her, having wanted to do that for the last few minutes, then released her lips, moving his mouth to her ear instead. "You asked me before what I wanted. Right now I want you and if I could I'd take you right here and now," he told her, his voice little more than a deep murmur.

Leija's arms moved up around his shoulders at some point in the shifting of positions, to cling and help support herself. The combination of being pinned and kissed and worked on so well and his voice shoved her over the edge she was hovering on, because damn. She couldn't imagine herself ever getting tired of hearing that, or any variation thereof. Not that she could think about that very well at the moment. Her breath stopped for a couple of heartbeats as every muscle she had went rigid, chest pressing hard into his. She buried her face in his neck and let out a sound that was choked and almost pained, and stupidly loud in the shower. Her hips bucked against him as she spasmed around his fingers in an orgasm that was even better than the first.

He held her there as she cried out, thinking to himself that he would never get tired of hearing that sound. It was such a rush, doing that for her, to her and he drew back so he could watch her face, commit it to memory, a strange kind of smile playing across his lips.

Air felt like it was in short supply, but that was more than okay. Because every tiny part of her felt wonderful. After a moment her eyes cracked open again to look back at him. She didn't mind still being half-held at all, and gave Thom the stupidest, most stoned grin imaginable. "You're amazing," she murmured, drawing out the vowels.

He didn't answer that, though his smile grew into a grin before he kissed her, letting her leg back down to the floor and her up from against the wall, pulling her properly back up and under the stream of water, both arms encircling her.

Leija happily went where she was pulled, wrapping her own arms around him again. There was a tremor in her legs as they protested having to do any work anymore, but she ignored them. She felt warm and floaty and not at all connected to the outside world. "Do you want more?" she murmured toward his ear as she kissed along his neck lazily.

Thom chuckled a little. "Not so soon," he told her, really enjoying the little kisses. There was definitely an urge to say 'yes' regardless, but he didn't. This afternoon had already been heady and full of surprises - plus he knew they'd be running out of hot water soon and a cold shower was not something he wanted right now.

It felt a little odd to take and not give back immediately, but he knew his body better than she did, so Leija let it go at that. Or at least put it off, because she wanted to play with him some more. She'd just get to him later, as it dawned on her as well that they were probably running out of hot water. He'd said they had hours, after all. She looked up at him and smiled without saying anything. Just to adore him for another minute.

He caught the look and accepted it silently, kissing her once more as he leaned behind her and switched off the water. "We'll be running out of hot," he explained as the room suddenly got a little colder and his wet skin erupted in goosebumps. He kissed her once more and then, rather reluctantly, took a step back and got out of the tub, just far enough to grab a couple of large towels.

She kind of liked the colder air. It cleared her head a bit, and she reached her arms up above her head to stretch while he got towels. Then took her's and stepped out herself to start to dry off. "You didn't even get clean," she said, flashing him a grin. Instead of feeling like she could run a marathon like before, Leija just wanted to rack out on a bunch of pillows and laze around. Which actually seemed possible now, so that was awesome.

"There was lots of water," Thom told her, amused as he started to dry himself off. He wondered what it'd be like to take the towel from her and wipe the water from her skin himself, but maybe that was something best left for another day - which thought brought up the very nice thought that they could do this again.

"Mmm, yes, moisture abound," she said, wrinkling her nose up at him, amused as well. She wrung out her hair and ruffled it as dry as it was going to get, then moved to hang the towel up and pad out of the bathroom. She paused at the door, sticking her head out and listening for a moment -- just to be sure -- then walked out and toward his room like she owned the place. Which was kind of a fun pretendy thought, in a way she didn't focus on too hard.

Thom didn't even bother pausing as he hung up his towel and followed her. He knew for a fact that, unless there was a total screaming emergency, his mom wasn't going to be back for hours yet. Which was a nice thought - especially since Leija seemed to be sticking to her promise and showing absolutely no inclination to get dressed at all, which was fine - more than fine - by him. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy the rest of this afternoon.