solo_sword | Room 313, Sunday afternoon

After practice, John was heading back to his room, but something, specifically shame, told him he should make a stop on the third floor on his way.

He drummed his fingers lightly on the door, knowing full well if she was there, she'd already know who it was.

Jaina sat up a little more on her bed, pausing just long enough to assure herself that he wasn't going to cry at her or anything. "Hi, John," she called, assuming he'd let himself in.

He entered and shut the door behind him. "How's your day going?" he asked, completely pretending nothing abnormal had happened.

"You know. Calm so far," she said, tossing the notebook she'd been working in aside. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Yours?"

"It's been good," he said, taking a seat at the foot of her bed. "Took a run, went to practice."

"Did you ever get a hold of a stuffed animal?" she said easily.

"No," he said. "And don't think your refusal to cuddle with me will be forgotten."

"Uncle Luke was right there and crying about how he was going to die alone," she reminded him. "I think that counts as extenuating circumstances."

"Maybe it's better to forget any of it happened," he offered, not particularly fond of the memory of sobbing guys and lap dances. "I can be forgiving."

"Thank you," she said. "But I'm not sure forgetting's so easy. What was with everyone yesterday?"

"I have no idea," he admitted, shaking his head. "But I sure didn't feel like myself."

"Didn't sound like yourself either," she admitted.

"Sorry?" he offered, making a rather pathetic face.

"You didn't really mean any of that, did you?" she wondered. Because if so, some things needed to be cleared up and it was better to do that now.

"I'm trying really hard to repress anything strange I might've said, so unless it was about killing Gavin, I'm pretty sure I didn't mean it," John told her.

'Pretty sure' wasn't what she was looking for, and something just wouldn't let her drop it at that. "Good. Because you know you've got no one to be jealous of when it comes to me, right?"

"Of course," he agreed. "And yesterday, well, I really don't know why I would even think that way."

"Subconscious desire to freak me out?" she teased, relieved to hear that.

"Always," he replied. "Why else would I do half the things I do here?"

"Good point," she said with a little smile. "So what'd Gavin do that wanting to kill him is what you're not repressing?"

"My telling you is going to depend on whether it made radio or not," John teased. "So you tell me what you know and maybe I can fill in some details."

Radio hadn't been that detailed, but now she really wanted to know. "It started out saying you bitched at each other. I think that was a direct quote," she said.

"Hmm," John considered if there was any way he could tell her any part without looking like a huge idiot. "Let's just say he was insulting and I socked him for it."

Jaina's eyes widened. "You hit him? Last I saw no one was moving from their spots. What did he say?"

"Um, something really horrific that I wouldn't want to repeat," John replied. "But it's all good now, I'm sure." Assuming Gavin was willing to play the repression game along with John.

Jaina eyed him warily, a little afraid of what he wasn't saying and hoping he'd give in and tell her if she just stared at him long enough.

He didn't deal well with the staring. "What?"

"I really want to know what was so horrific," she told him.

John rolled his eyes, "Fine! He mocked my hair."

"Mocked your hair?" Jaina asked, trying not to smile. "So you hit him."

"It had been building," he said. "And it was a very, um, emotional day."

She tilted her head, totally examining him for bruises. "Did he hit back?"

John crossed his arms, unamused by that question. "I said I only hit him once."

She held a hand up in surrender. "All right, fair enough. Just checking."

"Thank you," he replied. "So, was there anything else or are we moving on to new and different topics?"

"I think we've covered all the important bits so far," she said thoughtfully. "I'll let you know if that changes."

"I'm happy to hear that," and he was, because it meant nothing bad had made radio. "So, whatcha working on?"

"Inventiontronics class," she said, poking at her notebook. "I have to come up with an invention for tomorrow. It's not going well."

"They expect you to invent something on a week's notice?" John asked. "I'm glad I didn't sign up for that."

"Well, just the idea. The problem is it can't be weapons, and that seems to be where my brain's going," she explained. "Still."

"Invent something prankish," John suggested. "Or even better, something to do your homework while you do other things."

"If I had more homework than this, I'd be all over that second option," she grinned.

"Should I leave you to finish then?" he asked. "Since it's due tomorrow and all."

"Only if you want to," she answered. "It's not like I'm worried."

"Well, since I don't have any homework, I'll stay and stare while you do yours."

"Stare, huh?" she asked, figuring she wasn't going to get much work done that way. Not that she minded.

"Would you rather I not?" he replied. "I could close my eyes, see?" And he did because really, he had nothing else going on.

Jaina smiled. "Or I could take a break. That work?"

"Breaks are nice," he smiled, peeking at her with one eye. "Can I stare again?"

"It feels strange to say yes to that, but you can open both eyes," she laughed.

He opened his other eye and grinned. "Great, so how long is this break?" he asked, looking at his watch.

"Are you timing it?" she asked. "Because I'm willing to just see when inpsiration strikes me again."

"That makes my watch completely unnecessary," he replied, stretching his legs out on the bed.

"I bet we would have forgotten about it anyway," she said, reaching out to pat his foot.

"With you way over there and me all the way over here," John pointed out, because dorm beds are so huge, "I'd have to agree with you."

"Was that a thinly veiled hint I heard?" she teased, tossing the notebook onto her desk.

"Would I ever hint at things?" he responded. "I was just making an observation about distance and time."

"So you would mind horribly if I moved?" she asked, turning around to push herself back to beside him.

"I would mind more if you didn't," he admitted, making space for her.

"Good thing I picked up on that not-hint," she said, leaning back on her hands and stretching her legs out in front of her.

John looked down at her with a little smile, "Think I could get that cuddle I missed out on last night? I'm not feeling sad or lonely, but it would be nice."

"Yeah," she said, smiling back and moving so that she could lean against him.

He still wasn't sure how this would've been scarring to Luke, but he wasn't about to complain. "Much better," he said, putting an arm around her. "Now we can whisper and the squirrels won't hear."

She was feeling pretty comfortable at the moment. "Whisper? About what?"

"Anything," he replied, lowering his voice. "We could plan our own emo- and tear-free slumber party.

"Having never been to one, I thought they were all supposed to be emo- and tear-free," she said, matching his volume.

"I always thought they should be," he agreed. "But then, a lot of things I thought have been proven wrong. And technically, we've had sleepovers. Granted, pajamas weren't a requirement..."

"Is that what we're calling them?" And she might have been trying to remember whether or not they ever had slept together with pajamas involved.

"Is there another word for it?" he asked.

She opened her mouth, and closed it again. "I'm not sure. I've never had to think about it before."

"Well, let me know if you do think about it," he said. "But until I hear otherwise, I'm calling it a sleepover. Maybe a naked sleepover."

"I can go along with that," Jaina decided. "It could even be used as badly-disguised code."

"Good idea," John agreed. "When we're out and I'm ready to leave I can just say, 'Hey, I think it's naked sleepover time,' and you'll know exactly what I mean."

"I think we can probably leave the 'naked' part out of the code," she laughed.

"But then it's not as funny," he grinned. "Besides, do you even own pajamas?"

"I do," she said. "What do you think I sleep in when you're not around?"

Well, there was that fantasy dead. "I'm shocked," he said. "We should have a clothed sleepover sometime so I can see them."

"We can try. But do you think that'll actually happen?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you'd just wear them for the beginning," he explained. "And then, at some point, I assume you'll get sick of them."

"Sounds about right," she decided. "Do you have pajamas?"

"Yes," he nodded. "They have golf balls on them." He was a huge dork.

"Golf balls," she repeated, grinning. "Yeah, I have to see this."

"I guess we need to schedule this event," he replied. "How's your calendar looking this week?"

"Classes during the day on Monday only, very free the rest of the week," she replied.

"I'm good any day," he said. "Other than Wednesday when I'm planning on having a torrid affair with Andrew."

"About time you two crazy kids got together," she deadpanned.

"Yeah, it's been a long time coming," John sighed.

She shifted to be able to pat his leg. "Let me know how it goes."

"I'll be sure to keep you posted," he said.

"Should we plan for Thursday then?" she asked.

"It's a pajama date," he said, rubbing her arm lightly.

"I can't believe I'm looking forward to seeing pajamas," she said, shaking her head at herself. "You see what you do to me?"

"No, what did I do?" he asked, because there were just too many options.

"Anyone else would at the very least be getting weird looks from me for even suggesting it," she told him.

"Well, I'd hope so," he said, giving her a weird look. "Otherwise I might have to rethink that jealousy thing."

"Hypothetically," she clarified. "No rethinking necessary."

"Good, 'cause I'm not very fond of rethinking," John said. "And can I just say how glad I am that today is not yesterday?"

"You can," she said teasingly, smiling up at him.

"I'm thrilled that today is not yesterday," he repeated, making a face down at her. "You know, we've talked about my crazy stuff but not about yours. Why's that?"

"Because I didn't have any crazy stuff?" she offered. She had stuff to repress, that was different.

"You don't?" he thought about that, and recalled that, sadly, that was more of his crazy stuff he was thinking of in a way. "Oh well, more time for the non-talking part of your homework break."

"My crazy stuff is less fun and more traumatic anyway," she assured him. "There's a non-talking part of my break?"

"Traumatic like you're trying not to talk about it or you ought to but you were waiting for me to ask?" he wondered. "And there doesn't have to be a non-talking part, but we'd be breaking our resolution."

"Traumatic like I'd really much rather not break our resolution," said Jaina, who fell very solidly into the first thing he'd said.

He wasn't about to make her tell him anything, figuring if it was really important she would've already. "Well, let's see if we can even remember how this worked," he said, sliding down so his face was closer to hers.

Proving that she remembered just fine, she tilted her face up to kiss him lightly.

He met her lips gently. When he pulled back a little, he smirked. "Are you sure it was like that? I was thinking of something that had a little more umph, you know?"

She raised her eyebrows, accepting the challenge. "Like this?" she asked, kissing him harder this time.

"Mm, better," he said, pulling back a little. "But you know, Andrew grabbed my ass while we made out."

Jaina stared at him. She didn't actually have a snarky answer for that.

"You know I'm kidding, right?" he said, laughing a little.

"Yeah, but now I'm visualizing it."

"I'll give you a moment to yourself, then."

Jaina smiled. "You know, I think I like picturing myself in there better."

"You think, huh?" he chuckled. "I'm not sure you're Andrew's type. He seems a little freaked out by girls. Which is pretty lucky for me."

"But now I'm heartbroken," she said mock-seriously.

"Hey, I'm just happy not to have to share you with him," John teased. "I'm not sure I could compete."

"I think you could put up a pretty good fight, at least for a while," she assured him.

"I think I'll start that fight now," he said, moving to bring a hand to her face so he could kiss her a bit more thoroughly than before.

She wasn't going to argue, smiling against his lips as she kissed him back.

Parting his lips, he gently ran his tongue along the edge of hers.

With a little pleased sound, she held herself up on one arm to slide her other hand to the back of his neck.

He was really fond of that sound. It prompted him to go the hot and dirty route when he deepened the kiss.

Something told her this might be a long break. Kissing him back, she found it wasn't hard at all to put as much feeling as possible into it.

Resting on one arm, his other hand stroked into her hair as he continued to kiss her, glad she seemed as into it as he was.

This was much better than the thinking/talking alternative, she decided, lowering herself to lay back a little. Because she could be doing other things with that second hand.

Following her because it wasn't like he was going to stop kissing her just because she moved back, he moved over her, planting his hands in the bed to hold himself up.

She slid her newly-free hand up his side, letting her thumb skim over his stomach, the other moving into his hair in an attempt to keep him close.

He didn't like that his hands were occupied, but he leaned down to rest partially on her in efforts to stay close.

She wrapped an arm around him, apparently okay with his weight on her as long as it meant proximity.

He really didn't understand why they kept ending up like this first, with clothes on, and second in her room where there was chance of roommate. Despite both of those items, he continued kissing her, moving one of his legs to tangle with hers.

Really, it was amazing they hadn't learned from being walked in on by Andrew. Not that Jaina was thinking about that right now, too busy sliding her hand just under his shirt to lay her palm across his back.

John leaned on one arm, freeing the other to move over her neck and shoulder, only a little disappointed that there was clothing in his way.

She leaned into his hand, still kissing him determinedly, rubbing her fingers over the skin of his back.

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He brushed his fingers just under her shirt collar, wanting to touch any skin he could reach while he kissed her eagerly.

They really were tempting fate like this, but that little touch made her want more, which was the opposite of stopping. Or pausing, more like. She did try to tell herself she'd make the suggestion in a minute, though.

It was sad how once they started he was never really in the mind to stop or pause, as though he knew she was the responsible one and if they really should stop, she'd say something and he'd just acquiesce.

...One more minute. And it wasn't helping matters that thinking it would just be one more minute had her trying to really make the kiss worth pulling away from when she actually got around to it. Or something.

Because that would make both of them much more willing to part. Right. Not that he was complaining, he took it as an invitation to work as much of his hand as possible under her collar to press against her skin.

The urge to just chance it as long as they got to lose the clothing barriers was strong, but she did manage to pull back. Not that she really had any breath to spare when she said, "We need to move this."

"Move?" he was pretty comfortable where he was and rather pleased to be there.

"If we get walked in on again it's going to be scarring," she said, biting her lip to keep herself from doing something like kissing him again.

"For other people, yes, but I'm not sure how this effects us," he said, moving to reengage the lip she was biting.

She kissed him back for a moment, seriously wondered what happened to the self-control she knew she had somewhere. "Moving means we don't get interrupted at all," she pointed out.

He pouted at her, but decided whining was not the answer. "I see your point. Upstairs?" he wished there was a second staircase at the far end of the hall.

Two floors had never seemed so far. She wished she had a trick to fix that. "Mm hm. I think it'll be worth it."

"You're the boss," he smiled, rolling off her and sitting up. "Which is kinda hot."

"I'm going to remember that," she grinned back, sitting up and moving to stand.

He stood, pulling his shirt down and offering her a hand. "I expect nothing less."

She was still smiling when she accepted his hand to stand. She didn't need the help, but she also wasn't turning down the contact. "Upstairs," she said, and if they actually made it that far, more power to them.

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