[ When he pulls back, after that little tongue swipe? Yeah, he gets a soft, distracted sound of protest from her. Her eyes flutter open, her lips still pursed for a moment because he's managed to daze her a bit. She looks up at him, perhaps a little bewildered and a lot a bit hungry for more.
Her fingers touch her lips for a moment.] Holy crap.
[ He takes her words as a good thing, and smiles, managing to keep it from being too proudly smug. He's feeling it too, really, body feeling more awake than it has in a long time, like he'd been dormant for years, until now. ]
Yeah, I feel that.
[ He scratches his throat, looking down at the smudges of charcoal on his stomach, and chuckles. ]
[ Her eyes narrow but her lips curve into an amused smile.] You are such a tease. [ She licks her lips, now realizing that she's covered him in random smudge marks. And that makes her want to kiss him more, so she retreats back towards her easel instead.]
[ He laughs, head tipped back easily. ] Sorry, I don't mean to be. [ And he doesn't. He's not worried about going too fast, but he's really got work to do, and if he already lets her completely derail and distract him, he's never going to get anything done, ever again.
He pulls back, grabbing his shirt back from the floor and pulling it on, leaving the charcoal smudges where they are, wanting the reminder. ]
What about pizza, tonight? At mine? Or whatever else you want, I'm not exactly picky when it comes to food.
You don't have to apologize it, I dig it. [ She pretends not to watch him put his shirt back on, glancing back at him when he asks her on a proper get together, outside of run-ins or study sessions. She smiles at him, nodding.]
Okay, cool. [ It feels like a proper date. Sure, indoors and all, but still. Kinda like a date.
He's going to have to put some of his computing equipment away, his campus apartment is a fucking mess. ]
I'll be there from around 7, so whenever you're free after that. I'm on the first floor of the faculty wing of the air house. There are names on the doors.
[ He licks his lips again, about to reach out for her again when someone walks past the studio, making him redirect to scratch the back of his head instead. ]
Stop worrying, [ she murmurs with a patient smile, reaching for her supplies and tucking them into her bag. She makes her way over to him, giving the hem of his t-shirt a playful tug and that's all before she starts towards the door, refusing to make some kind of covert exit.] I'll see you tonight.
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Her fingers touch her lips for a moment.] Holy crap.
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Yeah, I feel that.
[ He scratches his throat, looking down at the smudges of charcoal on his stomach, and chuckles. ]
I should, um. I have - grading to do.
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You better get out of here before I get pushy.
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He pulls back, grabbing his shirt back from the floor and pulling it on, leaving the charcoal smudges where they are, wanting the reminder. ]
What about pizza, tonight? At mine? Or whatever else you want, I'm not exactly picky when it comes to food.
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Yeah, I'm in. I love pizza.
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He's going to have to put some of his computing equipment away, his campus apartment is a fucking mess. ]
I'll be there from around 7, so whenever you're free after that. I'm on the first floor of the faculty wing of the air house. There are names on the doors.
[ He licks his lips again, about to reach out for her again when someone walks past the studio, making him redirect to scratch the back of his head instead. ]
Yeah.
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