Awkward Research {Elijah}
Nov 3, 2008 12:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Emerson on Nov 3, 2008 12:45:54 GMT -5
Roxanne couldn't really say she overly enjoyed the prospect of spending a sunny saturday afternoon in the library, but her laptop had been send for repair the previous night because it'd encountered some problems - stupid thing, just when she needed it - and now she was forced to type out an essay as to her latest photography project for Monday. Seeing as she didn't really feel on coming to the library after church tomorrow, today had been the only option that'd presented to her. But it was a bit of a bummer, because she'd wanted to spend the day with Elijah, but now she'd had to cancel on him, though they could probably hang out tomorrow afternoon if he wanted to. Besides, she was pretty sure he must have some catching of his own to do on homework, because she couldn't recall him mentioning it very often, and she found herself forcing him to do it a lot lately. Well, not exactly forcing him, but strongly advising. That was only because she cared though, and she didn't want him to fail or struggle in class, nor did she want him to get expelled.
She sighed a bit as she worked on the conclusion, straining to get the few words that were left until she reached the goal she'd set for herself - which was always a bit higher than the one the professor suggested. And he did give very good advice. At the beginning of the year, she'd be quite annoyed at his comments on her photographs, saying they lacked life and such, and it'd set her off quite a bit. But she'd actually learnt to realize that Mr. Dale really was someone who knew what he was talking about - obviously, or else it wouldn't be here - and that he never said anything until he really meant it, and only if it was to help out his students. And admittingly, she could see the evolution in her style of photography herself, and it wasn't even a year since she'd started coming here, and now she just wanted to keep on getting better, to improve as much as she could, because getting a project back on which there was something like 'Great improvement keep it up' written, no matter what the other comments were, was something she really enjoyed a lot.
But now she was stuck, and she didn't really know how to keep going. There were hardly fifty words left at the least, how could it be that hard? Well, her concentration wasn't really the best. Nor had it been since the last time Elijah had come to her dorm room. The sexual frustration he'd left her in had been completely horrible, and unlike him, she had no way of solving it - didn't know how. And now, she found that it came back more often than she'd have expected, whenever her thoughts went back to that day, or whenever she thought of him - especially a shirtless him. Sighing softly, the now familiar warmth started to spread slowly through her body, causing her to groan lightly. It was a good thing that there wasn't anybody around. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tapped her fingers lightly against the keyboard without actually pressing a key, throwing a swift glance around, and then took in a deep breath. She opened an internet window and typed her way to a search engine, putting in the words that she would never have expected to want to learn about, especially not in the middle of a public library.
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