Room 303, Tuesday Late Morning

[zetabetabrat]

Rebecca had woken up a little earlier than she needed to this morning. Well, technically she didn't need to wake up very early at all, considering that Tuesday, like the five other days of the week that weren't Friday, was a day that she didn't have any on-campus classes. Sure, she had all her online classes to worry about, but she mostly did the work for those at night when she was unlikely to be spotted. It was strategic, really.

Regardless -- today. Up early. So she extended her morning run to an hour or so longer than usual, which admittedly felt pretty awesome. Then she came back up to her room, slung a towel over her shoulders to take care of some of the immediate sweatiness problem, and putted around reading her texts.

Rebecca Logan: Constructive human being since 1995.

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[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"I'm flattered," Rebecca said dryly, and her hands were halfway to the bottom of her tank top before, on a whim, she tossed back -- "And I assume the same is true for you?"

Oh, Rebecca. If you were waiting for Peter to run out of issues, you'd be waiting a loooong time.

[lockestheway]

"No sobfests, insecurities, or daddy issues," Peter lied like a lying thing said. He shut the door behind him, then put his hands to good use taking his own shirt off. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Well, it was Peter, so at least he'd be more 'kneejerkingly dramatic' than 'passive-aggressive' about it.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that sounded juuust effusive enough to be bullshit. Too bad Rebecca didn't actually care what issues he had so long as he kept them to himself.

"Great," she said decisively, and off came the shirt. "Then let's get to it."

[lockestheway]

"Good enough for me," Peter said, gripping her hips and pulling her in.

Work off some of this tension, kick her out, then get back to work. Excellent plan.