Semi-serious conversation

Who: Kavin and Jeri
Where: The grocery store, then Jeri's place, then Kavin's place
When: After school

Jeri was reading off a really wrinkled piece of paper that had been crumpled and stained so many times it was barely legible. She treated it like it was made out of the finest of gold leaf, though. One day she'd get around to recopying it or something, but that day was not, obviously, today. "Right, so, we're going to need... unsweetened chocolate, a hell of a lot of butter, half a carton of eggs, a really big bag of Splenda, vanilla - none of that fake shit. I will personally dump out any fake vanilla you have in your house down the sink, I kid you not - flour, salt, and roasted walnuts." She would've suggested adding rum and bourbon to the recipe, but she didn't know who else was going to be eating the brownies she was planning on making. "Do you have any of that stuff at home at all?"

"Uh... Eggs and salt." he offered up, realizing he had absolutely little of the ingredients. "And fake vanilla that apparently is going to be poured down the sink now." he smiled. The day had surprisingly been alright. Aside from the constant questions, most of which he ignored. He could care less about the whole mess. So now he was in a grocery store, shopping. Something he hardly ever did unless absolutely necessary. "You know I hate shopping right?" he questioned. "Is this like your idea of torture? Cuz it's working." Kavin teased.

"A little sacrifice now to get something better than great in the end." Jeri grinned at him. "Besides. It could be worse. I could be laying on the couch with you on top of me and your hands up my shirt and my watch alarm could be going off again, thus driving you right up the fucking wall." She said this merrily as some overworked mother with two kids in tow walked by - the woman sped up and disappeared into the aisles within seconds. "But that fake shit isn't worth it. Trust me. You have real vanilla even once and you won't go back to the artifical junk."

Kavin blinked a little, his face blushing furiously as the woman passed by, eyes focused on the ground until she was gone. "Next time, I'm waiting til after your shot to start the kissing." he said, looking back up at her again. He couldn't help but replay the previous nights events and the way her body had felt beneath his fingertips. Silently he cursed her watch.

"By the way, did you know that I'm not just a geek, but an ultrageek? The gossip said so, so it must be true." Jer found that fact endlessly amusing and she pushed the shopping cart into the baking goods aisle. "Turns out people get flustered and confused when they're asking you questions and you demand to know who they are, especially when you've grown up with them."

He brushed a hand through his hair as he followed her through the store. "Sorry about that." he muttered. "I bet you wish you'd thought about dating me more, huh? Comes with the territory I guess. Fuckers." he muttered. He hated that every time he turned around someone else had something to say. By the time one rumor was pushed out another one took it's place right away. He really was glad that he was a senior and wouldn't have to deal with the drama any longer.

Jeri waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I told people I broke up with the internet and rebounding with you. Or something like that. I said many things with heavy sarcasm today. It was fun. Baker's chocolate, baker's chocolate... need to find... hm."

"You're even weirder than I thought." he said, shaking his head a little as he glanced over the shelves looking for 'baker's chocolate'. "Rumors aren't exactly my idea of fun, but as long as you're not freaking out about it, I guess it's not so bad. Just figured it was going to be aggravating for you to be thrust into the spotlight like that." Kavin told her.

"Ask me tomorrow if the rumors are still annoying and strong, and I might view things slightly differently. Probably will. But, for the moment, I'm fine with it. People are dumb, see. They stopped being able to communicate about the time we all got 'civilized' and now we just sort of make noises at each other. So everything they're saying? Is just noise. It doesn't actually mean anything." Jeri found the chocolate, but she had to go through it to find the unsweetened stuff, which was hidden behind the semi-sweet, annoyingly enough. "Need that Splenda now. A big enough bag to get three cups out of."

"It is stupid. Pointless garbage just because who I'm with is sooo interesting." he rolled his eyes at that. "I actually think it's fairly hilarious that people are so concerned with who I'm making out with at the moment. And I have such a thing for geeks? O. M. G. Can you believe it, Jer?" he questioned, following her along to where the Splenda would be located. "What can I say, got a thing for glasses and D&D players or something." Kavin chuckled.

"I'll totally dress up as a hot librarian for halloween - with glasses, of course - just for you now." Jeri promised, humming happily because they had the large bags of Splenda right where she could see them - no hunting and searching this time, thank God. "Vanilla. Vanilla should be at the end of this aisle with the rest of the spices and things."

Kavin's lips twitched up at the simple thought of Jeri dressed up as a 'hot librarian'. "Ya know... if you do that, chances are I might not even want to host the party." he smirked. "Might have to spend the night in my bedroom." He was teasing. Well... mostly teasing, but those mental pictures of Jeri dressed up like a librarian with a short skirt, hair pulled back and her glasses on... well, he liked those thoughts. A lot. He was a teenage boy, after all.

Jer responded to that with an odd look. "What party?"

His eyes widened slightly at the realization that he'd not told her about the party. "Shit." he muttered, shaking his head. "I totally spaced last night and didn't tell you." he sighed. "For Halloween, I was gonna have another party." he explained. "Like the Friday before since it's in the middle of the week and shit. You'll come right?" It would really suck to have another party and still be alone at it.

Jeri had to stop for a moment, covering most of her face (mostly her mouth) with a hand to keep from laughing. Poor guy looked kind of horrified that he'd forgotten. It was funny. "I'll come. I'll be a sexy librarian at your party." Fridays were okay, since she'd just have her D&D game on Saturday. "I'm not going to know anyone there very well, except maybe you, though."

"We'll just have to fix that." he said. A smile spread across his face, glad she was going to go. "And you can invite people too, if you want." he offered. Kavin could care less who showed up at his house. He knew word would spread anyway, so no matter who he invited, tons of people would end up showing up.

"My geek friends? God, your incrowd buddies would be all horrified and shit." She rubbed her hands together evilly. "That would totally be worth it alone."

Kavin shook his head. "Not all of my friends are 'in crowd'." he told her. "I happen to like the non in crowd people better, to be honest. At least some of them." he shrugged. "The friends I have that are actually worth it won't care who I invite, but I'm sure there'll be some interesting looks from a few people at least. You'll get your horrified looks, I'm sure."

"You're just saying that because you want brownies laced with weed." Jeri beamed at him. "You're such a darling. By the way, how insane do you want these to be? Like, do you want people getting high off of sugar, too, so you can scrape them off the ceiling with a spatula, or what?"

"I want them to be whatever you think is best. So not a cook, baby. I trust your judgment more than I do my own." he chuckled. "Do you work tomorrow?" he questioned. "I'm supposed to help Peyton out with homework after school, so she's riding home with us after we get out and stuff. Wasn't sure if I was bringing you along or dropping you at work."

Jeri shook her head. "Sorry, darlin'. I got to work. And then I have to do homework because I've been neglecting it. It's sad and lonely, maybe. Or possibly filled with evil thoughts. I'm not sure which. But! You're a very nice man to help out Peyton with hers, so hurray for you. You get kisses when we get back to your place."

"It's French stuff. Figured I might as well use the language for good for once." he chuckled. "And I'm looking forward to getting back to my place." Kavin grinned. "What else we gotta get from here?" he questioned.

"Butter, more eggs since odds are good I'd end up using all of yours, and..." She consulted the list, squinting a little (even with her glasses) to make out the old writing. "Roasted walnuts. Shit, those are back the way we came. And any groceries that you need to pick up, since we're here and all."

"I think I can make it on my frozen foods for a while yet." he grinned. "I'll grab the walnuts and you can grab the eggs and butter and I'll meet you at the register. How's that?" he questioned. Killing two birds with one stone would get him out of the grocery store faster.

"That's probably terribly unhealthy. ..." Jeri thought for a moment. "I'mma pick up a frozen pizza while I'm over on that side of the store, see you in a few minutes."

"I'm not dead yet." he pointed out. "Can't be that unhealthy." he chuckled, giving her a quick kiss before heading back towards the walnuts and grabbing a container of them. He then headed towards the front of the store to wait for Jeri.

Jeri... didn't stop at just a pizza. She grabbed shredded mozzarella cheese, and pepperoni from the deli, and on her way back she got some fresh mushrooms and peppers from produce, so she came the exact opposite way she'd went - and that was besides the pizza, butter, and eggs. "Here I am! Bearing the gift of food, like the gatherer that I am."

"You're going to make me fat." he told her, glancing in the cart and setting the walnuts inside. "So that's all? We still gotta go by your house too, right?" Kavin questioned.

"Well, yeah. I have to get special ingredients for brownies that I probably won't find in a grocery store." Jeri paused. "And also a pan. That would help. Though..." She grinned at him, maybe showing a few too many teeth for it to be a nice, non-evil grin. "...just think of what we could do with all that fun, chocolate batter..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment nothing came out and he just stared at her. Surprised she'd even say that. Surprised but not disappointed. "I have a few ideas of what we could do with it..." he finally managed to say as they approached the checkout lane. "Is your mom home?" he questioned. "Is she going to like freak out over us being together, did you tell her?"

"Oh, god no. And she's working tonight, I think, anyway. I didn't tell her. I keep meaning to pick up a set of disposable earplugs but I keep forgetting, and I don't want to be deaf for the rest of my life. Have you told your mom yet?" Jeri looked up at him curiously. "I'm assuming no because the screams of joy weren't heard on our side of the block..."

"If I'd told her, your mother would already know now wouldn't she? I've been trying to work up the nerve... or just the ability to handle the screams. I'll tell her eventually." he smiled. "At least I won't be attacked as soon as I get in your door." Kavin said, moving the groceries onto the counter for the cashier to ring up.

Oh shit. They weren't just going to stop so she could run in, grab the weed and pan, and then go to his place? What if her dad was home? What if he was home and drunk? Fuckfuckfuck. Okay. He might not be home. It'll work out. "Yeah. Heh. Unless my mom is actually there and she deduces by the fact that we're getting all mushy at each other, and then she'll be calling up your mom and it'd be a fun and exciting adventure for everyone."

"Maybe if we hurry, we won't have to deal with that, now will we?" he chuckled. He waited for the cashier to ring up and bag the groceries then paid for them and grabbed the bags. "Alright, all set. Onto your house."

Maybe I should fake a sugar crash. Jeri gave him a crooked little grin and followed him obediently to his car. "Whee! Do we want to stop and pick up booze for the brownies? It's a recipe for boozy brownies, but we don't need to add it."

"Up to you." he said, reaching the car and putting the bags in the back seat. "I have my ID with me, so we can. Could be interesting." Pot and booze brownies. Sounded interesting. "I can run in and grab that and then we can go to your house." He held her door open for her and once she was inside, he headed around to his side and climbed in.

"There's not that much alcohol in there, y'know. You're not going to get drunk from my boozy brownies." Jeri said dryly, climbing into the passenger side putting on her seatbelt. "As awesome as that would be."

"Ah, damn." he said, shaking his head and pulling his seat belt on. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of her house. "We can skip the booze I guess. If it's not going to get me drunk. What's the fun in that?"

"The taste. Given enough and the right kind, I could make you brownies that were on fire. That's pretty fun. And highly dangerous and therefore even more fun." Jeri laughed. "Um. I can't think of another reason. Oh, it tastes pretty good, too."

"Well... if it tastes good..." he said with a smile shot in her direction. He turned the car towards the liquor store and in a few minutes he parked in front of the liquor store. "What kind am I supposed to get?" he asked.

"Bourbon, I think." She dug the recipe out of her pocket again. "Yeah. Bourbon and rum. Regular rum. That's for the icing. They don't have to big bottles." She'd just have to make some brownies without icing so that she didn't have use the icing sugar for hers. Seemed like a fair deal. "Smaller bottles would be better so that I'm not drunk by the time I get these into the oven, actually."

He nodded, stealing a kiss and leaving the car on for the heater as he made his way into the store. A few minutes later he returned with a couple small bottles of the required liquor and got back in the car, pulling away from the store and heading towards Jeri's house again. "Okay. Now we just gotta stop at your place for your pot and a pan." he smiled as he turned on their street.

"And icing sugar." Jer gave him a sheepish look. "'cause I forgot it. And a movie! You know you want to watch animated borderline porn with me. Tell me more about the party now. I was avoiding it because I wanted to know more about it after we left the grocery store. Should I make more special brownies for that?"

"Well borderline porn sounds fun. Might have to act some of it out." he teased, a little smirk on his face. "And nah, you don't have to make anything for it. Not many of my friends know I toke. I mean it's like you, Kyle, Nate and Gabe. That's about it. You just gotta show up and look cute." Kavin smiled.

"That sounds far too easy. Though in return I suppose I could invite you to one of our little geek parties when we decide to have one." Jer grinned. "The D&D would be kept to a minimum, if there was any at all, I promise. We're just exclusive. Kyle and Gabe smoke up? I didn't know that."

"And you still don't." he said with a shifty little smile and a press of his finger against his lips as he pulled up and parked in front of her house. "I didn't know until recently either. Kinda surprised me a little, but hey, more people to toke with. Well... Kyle at least. I haven't with Gabe yet." he shrugged a little. He still felt slightly annoyed about the whole argument or whatever that little tiff could be called. He'd known Gabe longer but he felt that Charlotte's side was the one that was chosen and he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Not choosing sides at all would have been just fine, but it seemed he'd already picked sides and that bothered Kavin.

"Awesome. I'm still the only one with boo... no, I should be accurate here. Still the only girl in the lot." Jeri grinned, pleased, and leaned over to give him a quick kiss while she undid her seatbelt. "I'll be right back."

"I can go in with you..." he told her, reaching for his seatbelt. "If you want I mean..." It took him a second to get the boobs thing and he scrunched his nose a bit. "Oh god... man boobs? Yuck."

Jer needed a moment to be able to breath again, because the expression on his face was just funny. "Moobs." Jeri agreed, then shook her head with a grin. "You don't have too. I'll just be in and out."

He didn't unbuckle just nodded and situated himself in the seat again. "Alright then." he agreed. "Hurry up, I want some chocolate." he smiled. "Among other things."

"Righto!" And she darted into the house.

Kavin waited patiently for her to return, letting the car idle and glancing out the window at the snow. He spent most of the time she was gone going over the events of the day in his head. So much drama and needless rumors. Things that weren't anyone else's business just ended up being other peoples business. It was all a big confusing mess. He really hoped that the gossip would stop, but he had a feeling it would get worse before it got better.

Jer came out shortly with a full half of weed, untouched as of yet, and a pan, a DVD, and a bag of icing sugar. Her dad hadn't been in the living room or the kitchen, which meant he was either passed out in bed, or drinking somewhere else. Maybe working, but she doubted the last. Either way, she escaped the house without incident, and got back in the car. "Shall we, good sir?"

He nodded and pulled away from the curb, making the short drive to his own house. Once there, he parked in the driveway, grabbed the bags from the back of the car and headed up to the front of the house. He unlocked the door and let her inside ahead of him, pulling off his jacket and shutting the door behind himself. "So... do I get to help?" he questioned.

"Would I deny you the opportunity to lick the mixing spoon?" Jeri tried to look insulted, but since she wasn't, it was obviously fake. "Of course you do. You need to do the quality control testing for the icing, too. And for the bourbon and rum. You need to test those too."

"You want to get my hyped up on sugar and drunk so you can take advantage of me. I know how you work." he teased, hanging his jacket and following her towards the kitchen and plopping himself down at the table.

"Well, who wouldn't? I know some creepy old men who live down the street that look like they'd do the exact same thing to a fine young man like yourself." Jer said happily, starting to set things up for her alcoholic dessert of delicioiusness. "But I got you first."

Kavin made a disgusted face about old men wanting anything to do with him. "That's nasty." he told her, shaking his head. "Spare me the perverted sex fiends if you please. Unless of course you're the pervert." he teased, the face shifting into a smirk. "What can I do to help?" he questioned.

"I'm a sixteen year old who's almost seventeen. I don't think we come in anything but pervert, guy or girl." Jer pointed out. "You could roll a couple joints from my weed. I can't remember if I told you yesterday or not that I can't roll to save my life."

"You told me, but you also saw what happens when we get high together. You really sure you wanna do that again?" he questioned, raising a brow as he stood from the table and leaned over the counter. "I can't be held responsible for my actions."

"Pft. I owe you one from yesterday, and the other is for me to take home." Jeri waved a hand, humming while she pulled out various cooking implements - including a mixing bowl, because that would help a lot. "You're going to have to get rid of the leftover booze after this, though, y'know."

He kept his brow raised as he looked at her. "So you're not going to smoke with me?" Kavin asked. "And why do I need to get rid of the leftover booze?"

"So that I don't drink it, of course." Jeri grinned over her shoulder at him, and gave him a wink - a lot like one of the ones you'd see on old cheesecake posters. "Unless you're going to declare it property of the party after I'm done with it."

He couldn't help but let out a little laugh at that. "Property of the party." he said with a smile. "Unless you're going to get drunk and like... I don't know strip or something. Then you can drink all you want." he teased.

"Maybe I'll get really wild and take off my socks." She giggled. "Show a little ankle. Shame my family, assuming that we live in like the eighteen-hundreds and so forth. You could make jokes about me being barefoot in your kitchen."

"You're a dork." he told her, brushing a hand up to ruffle through her hair. "Get to cookin', woman." Kavin gave her a little wink and left the kitchen to get his rolling papers and then returned a few minutes later. "Where's the weed?" he asked.

"Oh! Sorry, it's under the baking pan." Jer wandered to it and lifted it up, then tossed him the baggy in a lazy arc. She'd never make a sports team like that, so it was a good thing she didn't want too. "I should learn one day."

"Come here, babe." he said, sitting down at the table and offering out the chair beside him. "Or here..." he told her, motioning towards his lap. "Not sure which is more comfortable. You do like lazing about all over me." he teased.

Since she hadn't actually started baking yet, just pulling out the tools of the trade, she didn't fret too much about it. Jeri just wandered over there, and plunked herself down on the chair. "That's not who I remember was on top yesterday." She said, in a somewhat smug tone.

He shrugged. "Like you're complaining." he said, a smirk flickering across his face as he shifted one of the rolling papers in front of her. He got a bit of the weed and spread it on either one of the papers and then looked over at her. "You gotta get it tight or it's gonna be all fuckin' flimsy and shit and that sucks. Burns too fast." he said, rolling the paper up and motioning for her to do the same.

There was a reason that Jeri said she couldn't roll. And it was because she couldn't. She ended up fumbling a lot, and getting a vastly annoyed look on her face; she didn't have the patience to practice much, either. "...this is why I use a pipe. All I have to do is clean or change a screen sometimes."

Kavin glanced over at her, shaking his head as he raised the joint he was working on to his lips and licking the end of the paper. He sealed it and handed it to her then took over the remaining rolling of hers. "Yeah. Joint rolling apparently isn't for you, Jeri." he smiled. "Not everyone is cut out for it I guess." he chuckled.

Jeri made a face at Kavin, wrinkling her nose, handing over the... joint massacre she had in her hands. "I've noticed. Here, how about I just bug you into rolling my joints for me? It might be easier than watching me kill your papers."

He laughed and nodded. "Guess that'll be better than doing this to the poor joint." he teased. He managed to fix the joint surprisingly. "I think this one needs to get smoked up first." Kavin told her, handing that one over too.

"To put it out of it's misery?" Jeri asked dryly, put she put it in her mouth and got her lighter out of her pocket. She took a drag, grinned, and handed the joint over. "So you tutor people in French, huh? Teach me some. I don't know what. Something highly inappropriate."

He took the joint from her, taking a little puff from it and holding it down as he thought of what to teach her to say. Slowly he let the smoke out, trailing upwards into the air as he handed it back to her. "Alright... say... toucher mon cou et me faire frissonner." he said with a cheeky little grin.

Jeri had to take a puff or two first, of course. She held back from talking for a moment while she handed it back. She exhaled the smoke, then grinned at him. "T-toucher mon cou et me faire fri...frissonner?" She stuttered her way through it, but Jer managed to accomplish the sentence slowly.

After taking the joint from her fingertips, he leaned over and pressed his lips against her neck, slowly sliding upwards to her ear. "My pleasure." he said with a smirk against her skin. He pulled back then and took a hit, eyes on the girl.

Jer shivered, then made a face at him. "Your unique way of teaching me french will be remembered and one day I shall retailiate. ...and also apparently that sentence is going to get a lot of usage." She added with a grin, mumble, and a little blush.

Kavin grinned at her, letting the smoke filter through his lips. "You know you like it." he told her, the grin spreading. "Just means 'touch my neck and make me shudder' which I did. You asked for it, can't help it."

She raised an eyebrow, then nodded in a musing way. "True enough. Though the decision that the sentence you just taught me will get a lot of useage still stands. Just because you're so good at it." She grinned and leaned over to give him a kiss.

Again there was a grin across his face, this one quickly fluttering away as her lips pressed against his. He returned the kiss easily, his free hand brushing across her cheek. "Mmm. Almost as good as you are at that." he whispered as he pulled away.

"...y'know, I don't have to make brownies right now. We could go back to the couch and sexually frustrate ourselves all over again." She smiled ever so sweetly. "It's not like they can't wait until later."

"You're so bad." he whispered, a smile of his own flickering across his face. "Not that I mind it... but..." he said, putting the joint in his mouth and picking up her hand. He tapped it just below her watch with the other before moving that one to take a hit from the joint and pull it away, smoke swirling upwards. "How long before I get the buzzer?" he questioned, offering up the joint.

Jeri thought about it. Really thought about it, not just looked like she was thinking about it and about to blow it off. "I don't... I don't know." She pursed her lips and leaned back, taking the joint and taking what could only be described as a thoughtful hit from it. She handed the joint back. "I don't. When it feels right, I guess. That doesn't mean much - could be next week, could be next month, I don't know. I can't give you a hard date on that one."

Kavin shook his head. "Hey, I didn't mean like that. You don't have to sleep with me." he told her, tilting his head and dipping it slightly so he could catch her eyes. "I meant how long before your alarm goes off and I gotta stop making out with you?" he smiled. "I can wait forever for sex if that's how you want it, I'm not going to push you into it. I've got hands. Perfectly fine with keeping up with my normal routine." He chuckled a little and tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "So how long before your shot, Jer?"

Jer blinked at him once, then blinked again, and started giggling. That, in turn, developed into full-blown laughter, and shortly thereafter, turned into the breath-stealing kind of laughter, where she was actually wheezing. She had to wipe tears away from her eyes. "Oh, oh man. I sort of get it now, hurray for me!" Jerilyn was still giggling, but slightly more controlled when she looked at her watch. "About an hour."

He laughed at her laughing because well it was hard not to. "There's lots I can do in an hour." he grinned. "Even if there is no sex. So what'll it be? Brownies..." Kavin said, flicking his eyes towards the counter. "Or... kissing?" With that he leaned forward towards her again, lips pressing against the corner of her mouth before sliding slightly to kiss her fully.

"Well, if I'm going to make them, they might as well be made when I'm interrupted by my watch anyway." Jer decided, mumbling, because kissing was already happening and she was perfectly content to have her brownies interrupted by it. It wasn't like they couldn't wait. At least it stopped the laughter from bubbling up. ...of course, the second she thought of that, she really had to try to suppress them.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, they can wait. I think... kissing... kissing right now is lots more important." Kavin stole another little kiss from her before sliding his chair away from the table and finishing off his joint. He stubbed out the end of the joint and held out a hand for her.

Jer swung her feet so she could escape the table, and used his hand to haul herself to her feet - if he was going to offer, she was going to accept. Not that she was heavy or anything. "Absolutely. Kissing is more important than the creation of illegal brownies soaked thoroughly in alcohol. ...maybe after the kissing and my shot." She laughed, walking with him to the living room.

Ah, the infamous couch at Kavin's. He couldn't help but raise a brow to himself at the thought of how much that couch had seen. Kavin fought back the urge to grin a bit and sat himself down on one end of the couch, pulling Jeri down to sit on his lap, arms circling around her waist. He gave a devious little grin then, liking this position. Her body was soft beneath his fingertips and he wasn't worried about bothering her or pushing her into something she wasn't ready for. With Charlotte it had been like that a lot. He'd been afraid to really do much of anything for fear of freaking her out or making her uncomfortable. Sure he missed Charlotte. He liked her. She was a great girl. But he also knew that if things were meant to work out between them, they would have.

His fingers traced lazy little patterns against the small of her back through her shirt. "I think I could get used to being part of the furniture."

"I feel very swept off my feet." Jer told him seriously. Well, maybe not entirely seriously, but she tried her best. "It was very romantic how you used gravity for your own personal gain." Jeri pulled her feet up so they were on the seat beside them, thus making her more comfortable. And, to reward his use of gravity, she kissed him soundly on the lips.

He welcomed that kiss eagerly, head automatically tilting to take full advantage of her lips against his. His fingertips slid slightly beneath the hem on the back of her shirt, wanting that warmth of her skin beneath his palm.

Well, at least her back was warm. As usual, Jeri's hands were cold (so were her feet, but her feet weren't sliding up under his shirt). So she had to lay her hands down on his skin because he was warm and that was fundamentally attractive to someone who's hands were perpetually chilled. And, just to tease him, she nipped at his bottom lip - he really seemed to like that.

A cool shiver slid through his body when her fingers touched his skin. They were cold, but he didn't shy away from them. The shiver was met by another when her teeth sunk lightly into the flesh of his lower lip. She was teasing and she knew it. Kavin knew she did. She was reading into what he liked already and going with it. A little sound escaped his lips, muffled against hers. It might have been just a groan or a version of her name, though even Kavin wasn't sure what. He countered her little bite as soon as she released his lip. Teeth catching hold of hers in retaliation.

Jeri was practically purring again; she liked getting that little nip there. Before, she would've said she wasn't one of those people who liked getting bitten - who did, really? - but Kavin made it sexy. And it didn't hurt at all, of course.

He combined that light little bite with a bit of a sucking action as his fingertips slid to the small of her back. He kept them there, content with not moving any farther until she decided that's what she wanted. Kissing was good, he decided. More than good. Awesome, spectacular.

For the moment she was content with just where they were; she wasn't thinking, of course. It was like Kavin short-circuited her brain or something. Either way, kissing. Good kissing. Jerilyn breathed a little, contented sigh into his mouth. Very good.

It was about the time that Jeri sighed that the realization came to Kavin. A girl - his girlfriend - was sitting on his lap and he was making out with her. And cue the tingles rippling through his body. He released her lip and let his eyes flutter open to catch hers. "Kissing's good." he whispered breathlessly.

"Very good." Jeri whispered back, hugging him lightly and watching him from under her eyelashes. She ran her fingertips up his spine in a lazy, wandering sort of way, and back down again to rest where they had before. "You're warm."

He smiled a little at that. "You're fingers are cold, but the rest of you is warm." he replied. Kavin let his hands move out from beneath the material of her shirt, sliding up over her back and delving into the strands of dark hair just above her neck. Again the boy smiled at her, the scar on his cheek showing up a bit more prominently.

Jeri lifted up one hand and brushed it across his face, looking thoughtful. "You didn't have a dimple when we were kids, I don't think." And, just for the sake of doing it, she kissed the scar she thought was a dimple, and peppered them down his jawline, and back up to his mouth.

Kavin grinned against her lips and kissed her for a long moment before finally pulling away again. "No, I didn't." he agreed. "It's not a dimple. It's a scar." he clarified. "Looks like a dimple though. Adds to all my other awesomely great characteristics." he teased.

Teasing right back, Jer immediately grinned at him. "So that makes it... what? Two now? Maybe three awesomely great characteristics?" She ran her fingers over his sides, just to see if he was ticklish. "How do you define 'awesomely great' anyway?"

"Two or three?" he questioned, a brow raised beneath shaggy hair. "I see how it is." Her cool fingertips sliding up his sides did get a little shiver from him, but not in a ticklish sense. He was far too in the moment for anything to make him laugh. "And awesomely great is exactly what it says. Awesomely great." he smiled.

"Oooh. So it's closer to four, is it?" She laughed softly. "I guess I haven't seen all of your awesome greatness yet. Not that I've seen a whole bunch for a whole bunch of years. I look forward to the exploration."

His smile dimmed and then faded completely when she said that. Not the part about looking forward to exploration, but more the part about not seeing much of him for a while. They'd been friends before and then they just weren't. Or maybe they were they just didn't talk. He wasn't even sure why now as he looked back on it all. "Does it bother you that we didn't talk much?" he questioned, blue eyes ticking upwards to catch and hold hers.

She looked back at him, settling her forehead against his for a moment. "...no, not really. I guess I regret it a little. We were pretty good friends. But if we'd been best friends for forever, would you have seen me as a girlfriend? Or like a little sister? We just... had our own ways to go for a while, I guess. So it doesn't bother me, really. Am I sorry that we missed out on things together, yeah, but it's not something I'll dwell on." Jerilyn ran up one hand behind him, and tugged on his hair gently. "Does it bug you that we just went different directions for a while?"

Kavin let out a little sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "A little now. I mean... during it I guess I just didn't notice it all that much ya know? Like not until I started hanging out with you again. You just weren't around and I wasn't around and when we did see each other it was usually at our parent's houses or at school or something. 'Hello's' and 'How are ya's' just seemed to be normal and then when we started hanging out I... I don't know. I feel guilty about all that time I didn't make the effort to hang out with you." he admitted. "Like I was being a jerk just because I had my own thing going or whatever."

"People go their own ways. I don't think I'd be real happy incrowd with your guys, and I really doubt you'd have been happy hanging out with my geeks. It worked out. Besides. We got together again, didn't we?" Jer sat up a little more and gave him a hug, setting her head down on his shoulder. "And now we have stories to tell each other." She gave him a slightly evil grin. "Want me to tell you about my nightelf hunter? She's pretty and all the ladies on world of warcraft are really, um... perky."

He chuckled, shaking his head a little bit. "You're such a goof." he said with a smile, pressing lips against her forehead. "Guess we're alright then." he assessed. "At least we figured out we were stupid for not hanging out more." Kavin grinned, letting his fingers brush through her hair.

She retaliated the forehead kiss with a prompt nuzzle into his neck. "Yup. Stupid. I mean, who else is going to go baking you some delicious weed and alcohol brownies?"

"You're calling me stupid now?" he teased, letting his hands rest on her hips. "So mean to me, god." Kavin grinned, kissing her cheek.

"I'm a very abusive person when it comes to my mouth." Jeri grinned. "I can call you all sorts of names, and bite you, and tease you with kisses. Man, why are you even with me when I'm so abusive?"

"Maybe I like the abuse." he grinned. "I like being abused, I admit it. Especially when you do it the way you do." he chuckled. "And besides, I'm just as good at doing it back to you." he pointed out and let his lips find her neck, parting them enough to sink his teeth into her neck just lightly. Enough for her to feel it but not enough for it to cause any pain.

Jer gave a laughing yelp, wrapping her arms around him with a giggle. "Ow! So much pain! I might have to cry." As if she ever did. Or ever would under the circumstances. She canted her head to the side and back, letting him back better access to her throat.

"Oh please.." he whispered against her lips. "You know you like it." His lips curled into a grin for a brief moment before he bit her again, a little more forcefully this time, but still not hard enough to hurt her.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess." Jeri mumbled. She shivered that the more forceful bite, and dug her fingers into his back, over his shirt.

"You guess...?" he whispered, the bite quickly turning into little kisses moving upwards to her ear where he sucked her earlobe lightly. "Still guessing... or are you sure now?" he whispered, his breath rushing out against her ear.

"Oh, I'm sure. I'm very sure, now." Jeri whispered back, eyes closed, with a little smile on her face. She tilted her head back further, feeling a lot like a ragdoll at this point, in the best, most awesome way possible. Happily limp.

He liked that she exposed more of her flesh to his lips and he took advantage of it, sliding his mouth to her throat and lightly kissing and sucking at her flesh. Kavin knew he was teasing her, hell, he was teasing himself, but he didn't mind it. Not one bit.