Room 303, Sunday After 3MD

[zetabetabrat]

"And here we have my room," Rebecca announced unnecessarily as she opened the door, "and -- oh, good, my roommate's not here."

So that would be her coat being tossed onto Matt's desk, where, in fact, a lot of her stuff was currently residing. Best roommate ever, right?

"Sooo."

[[continued from here, and i offer no guarantees on its worksafe-ness most emphatically not worksafe. for she of the raspberry lip gloss!]]

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[life_inshadow]

Tara couldn't read narration -- and this wasn't the time to bring it up even if she could -- but she played in a different weight class than Peter all around. She'd gone out with Kennedy for years, okay?

Besides, there were fingertips on her stomach and those were much more interesting. She made a little mewing noise but otherwise kept playing her lips against Rebecca's skin.

[OOC: ... and this is where I go to bed, woe.]

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

So Rebecca was maybe going to try a thing. Because she cared. Or she liked her experimentation. One of the two.

That thing involved drawing back enough to make eye contact -- the eyesex kind of eye contact -- and slipping her fingers under a certain waistband.

Hi, Tara.

[[No worries, sleep well! We could even FTB from here?]]

[life_inshadow]

"Hi," Tara whispered, and sucked in her breath a little to give those fingers more access.

Sometimes you needed to have no shame, and tonight was going to be one of those times.

[OOC: Annnnnd FTB! Thanks!]