Post by Iceman on Sept 4, 2006 15:01:25 GMT -5
(ooc: PG-13 for nudity, yada yada)
Somewhere near dawn, Paige snuck down the hallway to the boy's dormitory and counted the doors until she knew she'd found the right one. Bobby's had a nick in the wood doorframe just above the handle, and before she knocked she felt to make sure it was there.
Knocking very softly, she hoped he was up. Come on, Bobby... please god tell me no one catches me here....
Bobby was nearly asleep on top of the theology paper he'd forgotten all about (and was twelve words away from meeting the minimum word count for) when the soft knocking jolted him awake. He looked to the door, then to his alarm clock, then to the door again as the knocking sounded a second time.
He stood, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. He was only in a t-shirt and boxers, which was what he slept in most of the time. 'Who could possibly want me in the middle of the night?' He wondered if Hannah had had a bad dream or something, and hurried his pace.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see Paige standing in the hall. "Paige!" he said surprisedly, his voice just above a whisper, then quickly quieted himself to well below one. "What are you doing here? And awake?" It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see her; in fact, it was just the opposite.
Paige responded with one of her sunshine-bright self confident smiles. "Hey," she whispered. "Mind if I come in?" She looked up and down the hall, then nudged her way between him and the wall, shutting the door behind her.
Her voice rose just above a whisper once they were alone. "I couldn't sleep anymore... just wanted to see you." Looking over at her desk, she thunked a cold can of soda into his hand and held up a bag of chips. "And I come bearing gifts."
Bobby looked down at her for a moment, a smirk dancing on his lips, before he nodded and moved toward his desk. He set down the chips, and popped the tab on the Coke, before turning and holding it out to her for a drink if she wanted it. He’d cooled it down instantly.
“Rules don’t slow you down, do they?” He asked, still speaking softly in case someone in the rooms on either side of him was awake. This was one of those rare times that he saw the up-side of not having a roommate. Maybe he’d take down that notice about getting a new one. If only Paige could move in with him.
She shrugged a bit, grinning a little saucily before taking the coke. She handed him the other one and moved to sit on his desk. He might have noticed then the matching blue pajama bottoms and tanktop she was wearing.
"Well what I don't get is... you're a student, but you're an X-Man. I get that students have to follows those rules, because they're young and all. But you're not a kid anymore and you've got the uniform."
Definitely not a kid anymore. She grinned again, but hid it behind a healthy swig of Coke.
Bobby had been glad to find that they'd been able to act casual around each other in the days after their first time together, but he found that in the middle of the night, alone in a dark room with her, it was hard not to remember how she looked underneath those clothes.
"It's not usually a problem for me...Till I get a reason to break the rules," he said incinuatingly as he moved toward the desk, standing in front of her and setting his Coke down. He placed his hands on her thighs and smiled at her as his eyes flitted over her face.
She was comfortable with his touch, and set her coke down, slipping her arms around his waist. "You really do have a fantastic body you know." She kissed his sternum, breathing in his scent.
"I kinda wanted to talk to you about the other night." Her tone was easy, but told him she was likely thinking the same as he- on a number of levels.
“Yeah? What about?” he asked lazily, completely laid-back in her presence. He slid his hands up to her sides, where they moved underneath her top and inched their ways upward, pulling her top up with them to bare her skin. He hadn’t even known her a week yet, but he felt such electricity when he was around her—whether it be from her bubbly personality, or her undeniable sexuality, as was the case right now.
She pulled him in closer, running her nails lightly up his back beneath his tshirt. Lifting her face to kiss him, the kiss became deeper and more intense than she intended. It was like she couldn't stop herself.
Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Paige shivered as he touched her. "I uh.." she laughed. "I actually meant to tell you that um..." her eyes closed. She couldn't THINK with his hands exploring her skin... "I don't usually go so fast, you know." she smiled, looking up at him. "This isn't my m.o. or anything." She didn't mean for her expression to smolder with desire, but it did, her breath rushing from her lips in spite of herself.
Bobby heard what she was telling him, but he also saw the signals she was sending, and the two told him completely different stories. He knew which one his body was telling him to follow, but he’d always put others before himself, and he stopped right away. He peered at her, concern hinted to in his eyes. “That’s fine. We don’t have to do this,” he said gently, his hands sliding out from under her shirt and pulling it down again to cover her stomach.
Laughing, she pulled him tightly to her, sighing. "That's not what I meant..."
She really liked him, aside from wanting him so badly she could hardly think straight when he wasn't around... let alone when he was this close. But how do you tell a guy that without coming off as a tease?
"I like you." Well there it is then. "I really like you. I just don't want you to think I'm.. you know, a slut." She smirked. "Not that you're not just as big a slut as me." Paige chuckled, snapping the waistband of his boxers against the small of his back.
“Well, God, what do you expect? You’re simply irresistible,” he said, quoting the song. He was relieved that she didn’t want to stop, and his hands were back on her skin, at her back, before she finished talking. “You’re not a slut, sweetheart. I’d never think that.”
He kissed her cheek – “You’re just…” –Then down and along her jaw – “Bold.” He started to pull her shirt up, revealing her stomach again. “And I like that.”
Her ankles hooked around the backs of his thighs and pulled him in closer. Running her fingertips beneath the edge of his waistband, she sighed deeply, her smile melting to something more contented.
"I'm glad. I don't know how else to be when I'm with you." Sitting up straighter, she kissed him again, this time letting it linger on as long as she wanted.
Then she spoke against his mouth while pulling his shirt up to his shoulders. "So when are you going to take me out, hmm?"
Bobby leaned into her, enjoying the kiss, before he unwrapped his arms from around her so she could pull his shirt off. Before either could give in and embrace again, he pulled Paige’s shirt off as well, setting it on his desk. He then moved in with renewed vigor, wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifted her from the desk, sliding one hand underneath her backside and backing away from the desk.
He kissed her on the lips, his tongue on her lips seeking entry into her sweet mouth. He carried her to his bed and set her down carefully, kneeling over her. He liked the way her legs were around him. Hell, he liked everything she did. Everything about her drove him crazy in the best ways.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he said between kisses. “New York City? You got it. The moon? No problem.”
Paige groaned deliciously, feeling her breath stolen away from her. Opening her eyes to him over her, she ran her hands along his chest and just admired him for a bit.
Locking her legs around his hips she pressed their bodies together, and let her arms fall back to the bed, fingers in her hair.
"I thought we could start with dinner," she smiled.
Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. “You shouldn’t say things like that when you’ve got my mind in the gutter,” he said teasingly. But he turned slightly more serious as his hands gently disentangled her legs from around him, and he moved her leg out from under him and laid down beside her. He propped his head up on his elbow, making sure not to pull on her golden hair, which was spread across the pillow.
“What kind of food do you like?” he asked, and as he asked, he realized what a simple question it was. One he ought to know the answer to before he got in a girl’s pants. It was something he felt a little bit guilty about, how little he knew about her. But he knew they had a connection, they had passion. And that was something he’d been without for a long time.
"You know? I'm not picky. I like to try all kinds of things. I'd have to say some of my favourites are Italian and Indian though. They have the most amazing flavors. Have you ever had indian food before?"
She rested their without a shirt on, not a stitch of insecurity showing. Her eyes were a very pretty steel blue, watching him with the sort of intimate joy lovers far more experienced with one another share. There definitely was a connection, something bigger than either of them was expecting. It felt good, and right, and she didn't fight it.
"I also like sushi now and then. Especially usagi, eel. SO good."
Bobby grinned a Cheshire Cat grin at her. “You’re an exotic girl, huh?” he teased, draping an arm across her stomach and pulling her close against him. “Me, I’m a simple guy. Anything you can slap on a grill is perfect for me.”
“But that’s no good for a date. So how about…Tomorrow evening, we hit the city?” Bobby paused for a moment, looking at her gorgeous calm face. “Take this romance out in the open. I want to tell everyone how good you make me feel…” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, not moving back again, but keeping his head an inch from hers. “And let them wonder if I meant it like that.” His face broke into a grin again.
Oh it was such a tease, his lips on her cheek instead of her lips. She ran a hand along the back of his neck, into his hair.
"Thank you," and she meant it, smiling a bit softer, a bit warmer than he'd seen before.
Sliding her arms around him again, she pulled him down into a long, slow kiss, the sort that slowly builds heat. But she was holding herself back- more just to tease them both than anything.
Paige spoke against his mouth, not opening her eyes. "You really are amazing. You know that, right Bobby?"
Bobby ran his hand down her neck as they kissed, across her shoulder and then laid both hands on her hips. He kept his eyes closed as she spoke to him, her lips brushing against his as they moved. Amazing. He didn’t consider himself to be amazing at all. Paige, on the other hand, was more than amazing. She was incredible. He wanted to know everything about her, to know the little ways to make her smile and feel prized.
“Me? Noo,” Bobby denied exaggeratedly, his hand running up and down her side slowly. He gave her a small smile in return for the compliment. “You’re the amazing one.”
Bobby’s hand left her side and brushed a golden lock away from her forehead. “Look at you. You’re beautiful. And smart. And confident.” He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and his thumb rubbing back and forth on her shoulder. “How did I score a girl like you, again?”
She smiled. "The cunning use of cold soda, I think it was..." Paige nuzzled her nose to his.
Drawing the tip of her tongue along his upper lip, she ran her nails lightly along his back again. "Now um... if you make me wait any longer, I'm going to explode." She grinned, and nipped his bottom lip.
Somewhere near dawn, Paige snuck down the hallway to the boy's dormitory and counted the doors until she knew she'd found the right one. Bobby's had a nick in the wood doorframe just above the handle, and before she knocked she felt to make sure it was there.
Knocking very softly, she hoped he was up. Come on, Bobby... please god tell me no one catches me here....
Bobby was nearly asleep on top of the theology paper he'd forgotten all about (and was twelve words away from meeting the minimum word count for) when the soft knocking jolted him awake. He looked to the door, then to his alarm clock, then to the door again as the knocking sounded a second time.
He stood, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. He was only in a t-shirt and boxers, which was what he slept in most of the time. 'Who could possibly want me in the middle of the night?' He wondered if Hannah had had a bad dream or something, and hurried his pace.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see Paige standing in the hall. "Paige!" he said surprisedly, his voice just above a whisper, then quickly quieted himself to well below one. "What are you doing here? And awake?" It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see her; in fact, it was just the opposite.
Paige responded with one of her sunshine-bright self confident smiles. "Hey," she whispered. "Mind if I come in?" She looked up and down the hall, then nudged her way between him and the wall, shutting the door behind her.
Her voice rose just above a whisper once they were alone. "I couldn't sleep anymore... just wanted to see you." Looking over at her desk, she thunked a cold can of soda into his hand and held up a bag of chips. "And I come bearing gifts."
Bobby looked down at her for a moment, a smirk dancing on his lips, before he nodded and moved toward his desk. He set down the chips, and popped the tab on the Coke, before turning and holding it out to her for a drink if she wanted it. He’d cooled it down instantly.
“Rules don’t slow you down, do they?” He asked, still speaking softly in case someone in the rooms on either side of him was awake. This was one of those rare times that he saw the up-side of not having a roommate. Maybe he’d take down that notice about getting a new one. If only Paige could move in with him.
She shrugged a bit, grinning a little saucily before taking the coke. She handed him the other one and moved to sit on his desk. He might have noticed then the matching blue pajama bottoms and tanktop she was wearing.
"Well what I don't get is... you're a student, but you're an X-Man. I get that students have to follows those rules, because they're young and all. But you're not a kid anymore and you've got the uniform."
Definitely not a kid anymore. She grinned again, but hid it behind a healthy swig of Coke.
Bobby had been glad to find that they'd been able to act casual around each other in the days after their first time together, but he found that in the middle of the night, alone in a dark room with her, it was hard not to remember how she looked underneath those clothes.
"It's not usually a problem for me...Till I get a reason to break the rules," he said incinuatingly as he moved toward the desk, standing in front of her and setting his Coke down. He placed his hands on her thighs and smiled at her as his eyes flitted over her face.
She was comfortable with his touch, and set her coke down, slipping her arms around his waist. "You really do have a fantastic body you know." She kissed his sternum, breathing in his scent.
"I kinda wanted to talk to you about the other night." Her tone was easy, but told him she was likely thinking the same as he- on a number of levels.
“Yeah? What about?” he asked lazily, completely laid-back in her presence. He slid his hands up to her sides, where they moved underneath her top and inched their ways upward, pulling her top up with them to bare her skin. He hadn’t even known her a week yet, but he felt such electricity when he was around her—whether it be from her bubbly personality, or her undeniable sexuality, as was the case right now.
She pulled him in closer, running her nails lightly up his back beneath his tshirt. Lifting her face to kiss him, the kiss became deeper and more intense than she intended. It was like she couldn't stop herself.
Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Paige shivered as he touched her. "I uh.." she laughed. "I actually meant to tell you that um..." her eyes closed. She couldn't THINK with his hands exploring her skin... "I don't usually go so fast, you know." she smiled, looking up at him. "This isn't my m.o. or anything." She didn't mean for her expression to smolder with desire, but it did, her breath rushing from her lips in spite of herself.
Bobby heard what she was telling him, but he also saw the signals she was sending, and the two told him completely different stories. He knew which one his body was telling him to follow, but he’d always put others before himself, and he stopped right away. He peered at her, concern hinted to in his eyes. “That’s fine. We don’t have to do this,” he said gently, his hands sliding out from under her shirt and pulling it down again to cover her stomach.
Laughing, she pulled him tightly to her, sighing. "That's not what I meant..."
She really liked him, aside from wanting him so badly she could hardly think straight when he wasn't around... let alone when he was this close. But how do you tell a guy that without coming off as a tease?
"I like you." Well there it is then. "I really like you. I just don't want you to think I'm.. you know, a slut." She smirked. "Not that you're not just as big a slut as me." Paige chuckled, snapping the waistband of his boxers against the small of his back.
“Well, God, what do you expect? You’re simply irresistible,” he said, quoting the song. He was relieved that she didn’t want to stop, and his hands were back on her skin, at her back, before she finished talking. “You’re not a slut, sweetheart. I’d never think that.”
He kissed her cheek – “You’re just…” –Then down and along her jaw – “Bold.” He started to pull her shirt up, revealing her stomach again. “And I like that.”
Her ankles hooked around the backs of his thighs and pulled him in closer. Running her fingertips beneath the edge of his waistband, she sighed deeply, her smile melting to something more contented.
"I'm glad. I don't know how else to be when I'm with you." Sitting up straighter, she kissed him again, this time letting it linger on as long as she wanted.
Then she spoke against his mouth while pulling his shirt up to his shoulders. "So when are you going to take me out, hmm?"
Bobby leaned into her, enjoying the kiss, before he unwrapped his arms from around her so she could pull his shirt off. Before either could give in and embrace again, he pulled Paige’s shirt off as well, setting it on his desk. He then moved in with renewed vigor, wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifted her from the desk, sliding one hand underneath her backside and backing away from the desk.
He kissed her on the lips, his tongue on her lips seeking entry into her sweet mouth. He carried her to his bed and set her down carefully, kneeling over her. He liked the way her legs were around him. Hell, he liked everything she did. Everything about her drove him crazy in the best ways.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he said between kisses. “New York City? You got it. The moon? No problem.”
Paige groaned deliciously, feeling her breath stolen away from her. Opening her eyes to him over her, she ran her hands along his chest and just admired him for a bit.
Locking her legs around his hips she pressed their bodies together, and let her arms fall back to the bed, fingers in her hair.
"I thought we could start with dinner," she smiled.
Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. “You shouldn’t say things like that when you’ve got my mind in the gutter,” he said teasingly. But he turned slightly more serious as his hands gently disentangled her legs from around him, and he moved her leg out from under him and laid down beside her. He propped his head up on his elbow, making sure not to pull on her golden hair, which was spread across the pillow.
“What kind of food do you like?” he asked, and as he asked, he realized what a simple question it was. One he ought to know the answer to before he got in a girl’s pants. It was something he felt a little bit guilty about, how little he knew about her. But he knew they had a connection, they had passion. And that was something he’d been without for a long time.
"You know? I'm not picky. I like to try all kinds of things. I'd have to say some of my favourites are Italian and Indian though. They have the most amazing flavors. Have you ever had indian food before?"
She rested their without a shirt on, not a stitch of insecurity showing. Her eyes were a very pretty steel blue, watching him with the sort of intimate joy lovers far more experienced with one another share. There definitely was a connection, something bigger than either of them was expecting. It felt good, and right, and she didn't fight it.
"I also like sushi now and then. Especially usagi, eel. SO good."
Bobby grinned a Cheshire Cat grin at her. “You’re an exotic girl, huh?” he teased, draping an arm across her stomach and pulling her close against him. “Me, I’m a simple guy. Anything you can slap on a grill is perfect for me.”
“But that’s no good for a date. So how about…Tomorrow evening, we hit the city?” Bobby paused for a moment, looking at her gorgeous calm face. “Take this romance out in the open. I want to tell everyone how good you make me feel…” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, not moving back again, but keeping his head an inch from hers. “And let them wonder if I meant it like that.” His face broke into a grin again.
Oh it was such a tease, his lips on her cheek instead of her lips. She ran a hand along the back of his neck, into his hair.
"Thank you," and she meant it, smiling a bit softer, a bit warmer than he'd seen before.
Sliding her arms around him again, she pulled him down into a long, slow kiss, the sort that slowly builds heat. But she was holding herself back- more just to tease them both than anything.
Paige spoke against his mouth, not opening her eyes. "You really are amazing. You know that, right Bobby?"
Bobby ran his hand down her neck as they kissed, across her shoulder and then laid both hands on her hips. He kept his eyes closed as she spoke to him, her lips brushing against his as they moved. Amazing. He didn’t consider himself to be amazing at all. Paige, on the other hand, was more than amazing. She was incredible. He wanted to know everything about her, to know the little ways to make her smile and feel prized.
“Me? Noo,” Bobby denied exaggeratedly, his hand running up and down her side slowly. He gave her a small smile in return for the compliment. “You’re the amazing one.”
Bobby’s hand left her side and brushed a golden lock away from her forehead. “Look at you. You’re beautiful. And smart. And confident.” He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and his thumb rubbing back and forth on her shoulder. “How did I score a girl like you, again?”
She smiled. "The cunning use of cold soda, I think it was..." Paige nuzzled her nose to his.
Drawing the tip of her tongue along his upper lip, she ran her nails lightly along his back again. "Now um... if you make me wait any longer, I'm going to explode." She grinned, and nipped his bottom lip.
