Cookies = love

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor couldn't stop a small smirk that appeared when he heard her voice. He was very glad that he seemed to be having an effect on her, probably more glad than he should of been because it would make things harder on himself knowing that she was effected. He tried to focus on something else, but he found that it was hard to do so being so close to her. There was almost a fog in his brain that seemed to take complete control when she was so close. There were just so many other things that he was trying to do, trying to stop himself from doing. It was almost taking too much energy to resist the urges not to do what he wanted. Not to move a bit closer so that her back was pressed against him, not to turn her around and just kiss her already. It was hard to fight it and he wasn't even sure why he was fighting so hard against it, why he didn't want to seem to let it just happen already. It was bound to sooner or later anyway, especially if things kept going the way that they were. They'd end up giving in probably pretty soon if things kept up. Though he was curious to see who would be the first one to let themselves just go for it.

Her next comment caused him to grin slightly, hearing the other context first before he realized what she'd actually want what she wanted him to do. He moved the whisk a little faster in the bowl, finding that he was surprisingly getting it right, which was a big shock. Considering that just a few moments ago he'd been flinging it everywhere, and because he wasn't giving it any thought at all. Maybe that helped slightly, that he wasn't thinking, just doing. He wasn't worried about screwing it all up anymore. He was too busy noticing small things about her. She smelled good he noticed from so close, it wasn't sure if it was all of her or just her hair but whatever part of her it was she smelled good. It was something that he hadn't noticed before, probably because he hadn't been close enough to notice it, but now it was extremely noticeable. She didn't seem to overuse perfumes like other girls did, but whatever she did use she had used just enough of it. It wasn't overpowering, but it wasn't barely noticeable either. It was in good moderation, he thought that people should probably take lessons from her on how to apply the proper amount of perfume.

He didn't realize what he was doing when he moved one of his hands and turned her around so that she was now facing him. She was so close that all he'd have to do was move slightly, bend down and his lips would touch hers. So close, so very close. "Addison," he breathed moving a bit closer to her. Any second his lips would meet hers and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore, worry about stopping himself because apparently he was going to be the one that didn't. Much to his surprise, but just as he was about to kiss her a loud buzzing noise went off from behind the door that was just off behind them slightly. He jumped back slightly as if he realized what he was doing then and lowered his gaze. "I should go get my shirt and put it into the dryer..." he mumbled, turning to head to the room that he'd gone through just a few minutes earlier. "Fast washer," he mumbled as he walked into the room. He'd forgotten that on such a light setting it wouldn't have taken long. Only around fifteen minutes, he couldn't believe that the time had passed before he realized it. Actually he couldn't believe that he'd almost kissed her. He sighed slightly and took his shirt out of the washer, grabbing a sheet of fabric softener and throwing it into the dryer with his shirt and starting it. He stood in the room for a few minutes though, unable to believe what had just happened, well almost.

[Addison Micklesen]

She tried even harder to concentrate herself on the current mixing process as he started moving the whisk faster, figuring he was getting it right for now but not wanting another accident to happen - then again, at this point of time and seeing her current state of mind, it would be more likely if she was the one to cause any form of accident that was to happen. She was starting to get a bit twitchy, but she was afraid to do any form of movement because really, moving wasn't the best of options right now. She was working so hard on keeping her body under control, to just have it keep doing what it was doing right now, which was not move anything but her hand and arm, and keep standing too - because if she didn't concentrate very hard on that, she knew her knees would give away soon enough and she'd find herself on the floor. The problem right now, however, was not her body, which was actually doing a pretty good job at behaving considering the situation. Her mind, however, was starting to get a bit more problematic. There were too many thoughts that she shouldn't be having which were currently running full speed through her head, and the fact that he was slightly bent down over her so that she could feel his warm breath on her neck definitely didn't do anything to help. At this point, she no longer knew why she'd ever even used drugs or alcohol to feel high or good - this definitely beat it all.

It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening when she felt a hand turning her around so that she was now facing him, and after a little while she realized that it was not her own body that'd moved of its own free will, but him that'd actually turned her around. This was bad. He was too close, way too close. Wait, bad? Heck no. This was almost too good and he was hardly even touching her. Her head was tilted back slightly so that she could look into his eyes, and as he moved closer to her she had to use the counter for support, her knees practically shaking from the effort. All those things that were happening to her were starting to freak her out. She was actually starting to wonder if she should go see a therapist about this - it was definitely not normal - when her said her name and she had to keep herself from making any sort of embarassing sound, keeping her mind on breathing properly instead, feeling as though she was very close to hyperventilating. She was hardly even able to think anymore when he came even closer to her, his lips so close to hers - some part of her brain was trying to commend her to move and close the small space still remaining between the two of them, but she couldn't even function properly anymore and her body was frozen on the spot.

When the loud buzzing noise went off, it was as though she'd just awoken from a very deep, strong and amazingly intense dream that had stopped just as it was about to get good. As he pulled away from her, she nearly collapsed against the counter, holding it from behind as she simply stared at him, watching him walk off with the intention of putting his damn shirt in the stupid dryer because the dumb washing cycle was over. When she finally entirely came back to her sense, she turned around to face the counter, breathing deeply and fast as though she'd just ran for miles, her face reddening quickly. "Fuck!" she hissed through her teeth, kicking the counter and instantly regretting it as a sharp pain rain through her feet. "Ow, goddamn it!" she then exclaimed, biting on her bottom lip as bent down slightly, wrapping her fingers around her bruised toes to rub them lightly, sighing. This was beyond frustrating. She should have moved, she should have taken care of the last frigging milimeters that were separating his mouth from hers, but instead, she'd stayed there, frozen on the spot like an idiot. And right now, her body just as much as her mind was screaming insults at her. Shaking her head, she went back to the mixing until it was perfect and put it in with the chocolate before adding the dry ingredients, finishing the whole process and putting the cookies in the oven. However, when she noticed that Connor had still not come back, she decided to go and see what he was doing, walking to the door and opening it to see him still standing next to the dryer - she should have said something then, but the mere fact of seeing him again brought back all the unfulfilled needs and she lost complete control over her body. "Enough is enough," she muttered, making her way to him and stepping in front of him, taking his face between her hands and bringing it down to level with hers, crashing her lips against his before he could even say a word.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor sat back against the dryer, leaning against it. He had to pull himself together. He was going to do something that he could have possibly regret later on if he didn't. But really he couldn't bring himself to care, he'd been so close if it had just been a second longer before the buzzer had gone off they would have kissed. And then he wouldn't have been standing in the room wishing that he'd just done it, no matter how much he might of regretted later. At that moment all he was getting from his mind and his body was constant insults, why couldn't he just have done it? He wanted to, so what was the problem? It wasn't like kissing her would be anything that was wrong, or something that he wasn't suppose to do or allowed to do. It would just be something that he wanted. And from the way that she reacted to it, she wanted it too. It was just what they both wanted, so why should he have cared about the technicalities? About what it meant or what it was going to mean later? Right now was right now and right now he only cared about what was going to happen next. What should have happened next actually. Though, even with all the mental talking to himself he still had no clue exactly what he wanted to do.

He didn't know how much more time had passed since he'd entered the room but he guessed that it was probably a good chunk. She was probably wondering where he'd gone and he couldn't blame her, after all most people usually didn't take forever to put a shirt in the dryer. But he wasn't quite ready to face her yet. There was still a few things that he needed to decide, like what in the world he was going to do. He considered leaving, not having to deal with any of it and simple running away. It was a pretty good option actually. He could have some time to think possibly and get over whatever it was that seemed to have come over him. Maybe it would be best for both of them if they just had a bit of space. This thinking could explain why he was still standing there next to a dryer not going out there and helping her more with cookies. So that both of them could just chill out a little bit and get things under control. That way they wouldn't attack each other the second that he walked back into the room. Yup, that was a good plan. A very good plan indeed, it worked.

However, she had to come through the door in the next minute and change his plans. He watched her walk over to him, wondering what in the world it was that she was doing. He heard her mutter something as she walked closer, but he wasn't paying enough attention to actually catch it or care enough if he did. Because the next thing that he knew she was bringing his face down to hers and then they were kissing. Of course at that point in time his not so well thought out the plan was already way out of the window. Instead his thoughts were on kissing her back and lifting her off the ground slightly so that it wouldn't hurt his neck so much to kiss her back. After all, there was almost a whole foot distance between the two of them, it wasn't easy to manage a kiss. But they seemed to be managing it well enough and he pulled her a bit closer to him, deepening the kiss as he did. He would admit that she was a pretty great kisser. And he regretted having to wait even such a short amount of time more. He shouldn't have felt as eager as he did for the kiss, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like an addiction already. He wanted more of her already and he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

[Addison Micklesen]

Kissing Connor was most definitely not what Addie had expected it to be - it was even better. It was as though all that she'd imagined about this, the fireworks, the pleasure, all those cheesy and corny details she'd never admit having thought of, were actually kinda lame compared to what she was currently experimenting. From the moment her lips touched his, it was as though her whole body had gone on fire and she felt like she would never be able to pull away, she even dreaded the moment she'd have to pull away because she would feel as though there was something missing. She wasn't able to have any other kind of thought right now than the fact that she was kissing Connor and how frigging amazing it felt. She didn't want to have any other kind of thoughts either - to think of how awkward it'd feel once they pulled away, what kind of reaction he'd have, what would happen next... these were all things she didn't want to face, because she knew they wouldn't necessarily be nice. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware that the fact that they were finally kissing didn't mean he was actually ready for anything to happen, it actually probably only meant that his body, just like hers, had taken complete control over his will power by now. But she'd worry about that later, right now, there was more important things going on. Like kissing him until she dropped from lack of oxygen.

When she felt him kissing her back, she couldn't help the light smile that appeared on her face, feeling like that ought to at least count for something. After all, even though he was just a teenage guy, most likely very hormonal at that, he could have pulled away. If he hadn't wanted to kiss her at all, he would have been able to push her away even though he probably had urges and need just as much as she did if not more. There was one thing that still creeped her out a little though - of course, she hadn't expected for all the pieces to fall into place as soon as she kissed him, but the intensity of the kiss itself was as scary as the intensity of the tension between the two of them before. It was as though there was no way of getting this right because it was all too much. Though right now, this too much was actually just enough, if not too little. Against all expectations, kissing him wasn't actually lessening the need but increasing it to a point where she wondered if she'd actually ever get enough of him, and she highly doubted it. Overall, she was getting hooked on him, and it was probably not the best of things.

The height difference was indeed getting to be a problem, though more for him than for her she guessed seeing as he had to bend down to even reach her while all she had to do was stand on her tiptoes, though her tilted back neck was starting to ache a little. However, he seemed to be having the same thought and before she could do something about it, she felt herself being lifted off the ground a little so that her feet no longer touched the floor. Seeing as it wasn't an overly comfortable position, and she figured his arms would most likely get tired soon enough if he had to actually hold her up, even though she hardly weighted anything, she moved a bit so that she was sitting on the washing machine, moving her hands off his face and wrapping her arms around his neck and doing the same with her legs, wrapping them around his waist to pull herself as close as possible to him, unable to restrain the soft moan at the closeness between their bodies. Tangling her fingers in his hair as she deepened the kiss a bit more, she tried to concentrate on things she wasn't sure she'd ever experience again though she most definitely hoped she would, like how his mouth felt against hers - just perfect - and the faint sweet taste of his lips, not too much, just enough to be completely overwhelming.

[Connor Micklesen]

He wondered how it was even possible for everything to be too little, for the intensity to be not enough. Even though he couldn't remember the last time when there had been so much tension within a single kiss or so much need. Even though it was all perfect, the way that her mouth felt against his, how right it felt for her body to be pressed against his, how nice her lips tasted and how great it sounded to hear that moan come from her lips just by their contact. Everything was so right and just seemed to fit so well, but instead of feeling satisfaction with it and concentrating on how great that things were going he felt an even greater want. A want so much that it was practically a need. A need for closer, for more. More of her, and it didn't make any sense. Not when he already had so much of her already. Not when they hadn't actually done anything before. He wasn't opposed to one night stands or anything of the sort but it was just an odd situation for him to be in. He couldn't remember a time where things just seemed to fit so well together, even with the height difference between the two of them she just fit so well against him. As if she were made to be there, he had no clue how he was going to feel once she pulled away. How it was going to feel to not have that newfound feeling of completeness, for lack of a better word. There would be something that was missing the second that either one of them moved away from one another, and he knew that it was going to have to happen. It was inevitable.

But he didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want to worry about what was going to happen next. Happen when something shook them back to reality, whether it be lack of oxygen or something else entirely. He didn't want to think about what the rest of his brain was going to do when it figured out exactly what happened. When it realized that he had actually been kissing her and when they had to figure out what it meant. And what they were going to do about it and a bunch of other things that he just couldn't bring himself to think about right then. Because he knew that he couldn't stop himself from kissing her anyway, not if it was going to feel like this. If it was going to feel like this every single time he didn't know how he'd be able to restrain himself. Even if it meant admitting it to his friends that he did like her, in more ways than just the pshyical ways. Though right now those were the only ways that he was really showing any interest in, because they were better ways. They were more satisfying right then.

He tried to pull her even closer to him. Even though she'd just deepened the kiss, he continued to do so a bit more hoping that it would help with the need to be closer to her. Though with all that he did the need wasn't lessening any, maybe a bit more would do it. A bit more would stop him from feeling that he couldn't do anything but kiss her. If not, well he was going to head that way anyway so there wasn't any point in trying to stop it. One of his hands slipped under her shirt, stroking her skin softly. Noticing how soft her skin felt against his hands, they weren't really rough or anything but like all hands they had that degree of roughness that was just there. His other hand was running it's way up her side, going over the curves of her body through the fabric of her pajamas. He thought about taking off the shirt and seeing if the earlier assumption was right, if maybe she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. He had to admit that he was dying to see, but he managed to restrain himself from doing so by some miracle or another.

[Addison Micklesen]

She couldn't help but pull at his hair a bit as he kept deepening the kiss, attempting to press her body even closer to his though it was now pretty much an impossibility - there wasn't a single inch separating them now, every single milimeters of her body was touching his, yet it was still not enough, never enough. The intensity wasn't only in the kiss now, it was in every single part of her body, and the need to be closer, to have more, just kept getting stronger and higher, as though there was a way to even get more if they actually planned on keeping their clothes off, though at that point, getting rid of every single article of clothing sounded like the best of ideas she'd ever had. Not once before in her life, and though she was quite young she still had enough experience for that to make sense, had she felt such a strong need for someone in so little time. She couldn't quite understand why or how that was that she'd just be craving for his touch and his body so bad, but there was no denying it now, it was just too obvious. She should have been content to kiss him, it should have been in enough. In a logical universe, it would have been enough. But what she was living right now was nothing short of a completely different and strange experience, and there was no enough. She wanted to know what his hands would feel like on every single particle of skin. She wanted to feel him everywhere, she didn't want to imagine what it would feel like anymore, she wanted to know it, to be certain, to have nothing left to doubt.

There was, however, another need growing stronger by the minute and it was the need to breathe. Of course, she could breathe through her nose, but even then, oxygen came less and less often to her lungs and that was not overly good. She could feel her heartbeat getting faster by the second as she kept kissing him anyway, not wanting to pull away, unable to bring herself to do so. It wasn't only because of the urge to stay close to him in every single way either. She didn't want him to say they shouldn't have done that as soon as she pulled away, even if that meant no proper breathing. Besides, her body no longer reacted to any command her brain sent and she didn't have an ounce of control over her lips. They kept moving against his franctically as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pressing her hips closer to his with a light shudder. As she felt his hand slipping underneath her shirt to stroke her skin, her breathing fastened slightly and her heartbeat picked up, another moan leaving her mouth though it was definitely louder this time, and she no longer cared if it sounded embarassing or anything. This just felt too good for words.

Her hands left his hair and travelled down his back slowly, following the line of his spine with the tip of her fingers as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip, wanting to know just what he tasted like exactly. As her hands reached his lower back, they moved around his body and travelled back up his chest, tracing every line they found on his body with a will of their own. She wanted to know what his skin would feel like on hers, and exploring with her hands just wasn't doing the job, but taking her shirt off would mean pulling away from the kiss and she wasn't quite ready for that yet. At this point, she wished she, or he, could just rip it off, but that would make it a bit hard to go back to her dorm. Then again, at this moment, she was very far from caring about that. After a little while more of kissing, she decided that breathing was no longer an option and moved her lips away from his though instantly pressing them to his neck after taking a deep breath as though she'd been underwater for hours now. She figured that it wasn't completely pulling away if her lips still touched a part of his body, and the neck was closest. Sighing softly against his skin, she let her mouth travel down his body slight until she reached his collar bone, letting her tongue out from time to time to get an even better taste of him. God he tasted good.

[Connor Micklesen]

He realized as he kept kissing her that his oxygen supply was beginning to un short and he wondered how long he could go on without getting much more oxygen, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from her. If anything he wanted to pull her even closer to him. He heard another moan come from her and noticed that it was louder than it had been before. He couldn't help but want to hear it again. It was something that he couldn't stop himself from, the way that she sounded though was just too much. He would admit that a bit of pride was in it, knowing that he'd been able to get a reaction like that out of her. But at the same time he'd never wanted to hear a reaction out of someone as much as he had wanted to hear one out of her. Another thing that he also couldn't remember was ever liking the way a moan sounded so much. For some reason it was just so much sexier to hear it from her, especially since he hadn't really done anything that he really wanted to yet. His mind seemed to be so many steps a head of his body. Wanting to do so many things but not being able to do them quickly enough.

He felt her fingers follow his spine, at the same time that her tongue ran across his bottom lip. He happily complied with her wishes and opened his mouth to let her tongue in, he teased it with his own amazed at how good she tasted. He couldn't exactly figure out exactly what it was that she tasted like but it was something, something that he wouldn't mind tasting more often. He barely felt her hands as they moved across his skin, but felt his way along hers. He moved his hands up her back and found that she hadn't been wearing a bra. He thought about pulling her shirt off so that he'd be able to feel more of her skin. What it would be like to feel her bare chest against his. His hands had moved back down to her lower back, and he was slowly pushing the fabric of her pajama top upwards. When the time was presented to him he'd pull it off completely so that he'd be able to know what he wanted to so badly. They'd have to pull away from each other soon anyway, his air supply was growing dangerously low. She moved though, moving her lips down to his neck. Allowing him to be able to take the breath that he desperately needed.

His breathing was heavy and ragged, it dragged from not getting enough of it before. He felt her lips moving down his neck until they reached his collarbone. He let out groans when her tongue was let out to tease his skin. He let her continue on for a few minutes, allowing himself to breathe during the time that was allowed. The closeness between the two of them was causing him to get a bit excited in a pretty obvious way. He was sure by now that she'd noticed it but he didn't care, his pants weren't all that comfortable by now though. And he felt like he needed closer more than ever. He pulled away from her slightly so that he could pull off the shirt that was hiding more of her skin. His eyes traveled over the newly revealed skin in anticipation before he pulled her back closer to him. His hands replaced his eyes in a matter of seconds and he pressed his lips to her own neck this time, placing kisses all down it. "You're beautiful you know," he mumbled against her skin before he nipped at it slightly a few times.

[Addison Micklesen]

She felt a shiver running along her spine as he opened his mouth to let her tongue in, restraining herself from moaning yet again as she pulled herself even closer to him, her entire body tingling from the tip of her toes to the root of her hair, though the sensation was definitely getting stronger in a few places than some others. And from what she felt as she pressed her body closer to his, he apparently was to. She couldn't help but grin lightly as she kept deepening the kiss, still running her hands along his chest lightly, loving how his skin felt underneath her fingers but wishing she could access to more of it. The tingling increased as he moved his hands up her body still underneath her shirt, stroking her back - now, there was no doubt that he knew she didn't have anything underneath her shirt. She couldn't help but wonder how he'd react to it, and as she felt his hands moving back down to her lower back, slightly pulling up the fabric of her shirt, her breath got caught in her throat slightly, her body practically shaking from the expectation of what would happen next, but still a bit unwilling to pull away from him completely - she'd have to start wearing shirt with buttons or zippers, that would be so much easier.

As she heard his heavy breathing once she moved the kiss to his neck, she couldn't help but smirk a bit, figuring it was mostly from the lack of oxygen but unable to keep herself from hoping she might also have something to do about it. After all, he was most definitely one the reasons why she couldn't breathe properly right now and she sometimes wondered if her heart was about to stop - so much for apparently having a healthy heart now... then again, she couldn't exactly blame it on that either seeing as most of her vital organs were functionning in a rather weird way at the moment. Her brain no longer worked properly, her stomach kept twisting and squeezing itself and her lungs were erratic, pumping in the oxygen quicker than it ever had before and releasing it before it was even fully in. It was as though kissing him, being close to him, feeling him so near to her was messing up the way her entire body normally worked, and at this moment she surely didn't give a damn. At this very moment, the only single thing that mattered was him, how good he smelt, how good he tasted and how satisfying it was to even be able to know those things. As she heard his light groans every time her tongue connected with his skin, she couldn't help but do it even more often, wanting to hear that sound more, needing to hear it more. Strangely enough, right now it was the best sound in the world. She wasn't always one to appreciate those kind of sounds - they sometimes sounded fake or annoying to her, and she didn't like to make any sounds herself. She actually rarely did, tonight was a first, and it was definitely shocking. Just as much as it was to think that his groans were probably the biggest turn on she'd ever heard.

Once he pulled away fully, she was almost worried for a slight second that he'd changed his mind about the whole thing, but that idea was quickly pushed away from her mind as she felt him pulling her shirt higher off her body, raising her arms in the air to help him take it off and shaking her head slightly to have her hair back into order once it was out of the way, simply staring back at him as he stared at her, her chest heaving up and down from her breathing. Once he pulled her back to him, she gasped softly, his skin against hers feeling too good for words. It could no longer be described as tingles, and saying that her body was on fire didn't even begin to cover it anymore. She would explode, and soon, if he didn't touch her right now. Obviously, he was having the same kind of thoughts as she did and she bit down on her bottom lip once she felt his hands travelling her body once more, tilting her head slightly as her breathing turned into panting once he began placing kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin from time to time. "Sweet mother of God," she moaned lightly, moving her hips against his slowly, hoping the small amount of friction would help lessen the urges that were now unbearable.

[Connor Micklesen]

He let out a groan louder than his previous ones when she moved her hips against his. Maybe she'd been thinking that it would help or something, but it was most definitely not helping anything. If anything it was making the urges that he was having even worse then they had been before. He swore that he was going to go insane if this kept up. So much was happening so quickly and still it wasn't enough for him, he still wanted and needed more. He needed more of her. He couldn't believe that with all the sensations and that with everything being so much better than he thought that it was going to be... there still needed to be more. He moved the kisses down to her collarbone, trying to figure out what would try and help lessen the urges. There wasn't much that could, his mind was drawing blanks slowly but surely. He was leaning more towards just not stopping himself. Doing what he wanted to do, just take off the remaining clothing that was separating the two of them and allow everything to just happen. It wasn't like she was going to object, she wasn't now. She wanted it, too. Just as much as he did, so there wouldn't be a problem with it. Just letting his body have the little bit of control that he still had. And he was going to, he hated having to try and make things like his brain work properly at this point in time anyway. It wasn't going to work out, so there wasn't a point to it.

He moved the kiss back up to her lips, kissing her a bit rougher than he had before. More need in it then there had been previously, as if it were possible. He hadn't thought that it was possible, but apparently he was proving himself wrong for once. One of his hands moved down to her stomach, running along it slowly inching toward the waistband of her pants or at least it felt like slowly. Everything seemed to move so slowly, like it was taking forever. He wished that things would be able to just move faster, waiting wasn't something that was suiting him well. Especially not considering the fact that she was so incredibly close, just a few pieces of material separating the two of them. So close, but so far at the same time. The saying had never held so much meaning with him until this point in time. His hand tugged at her pants, pulling them down slightly, seeing there would be a slight problem trying to get them all the way off considering that she was wrapped around him. He didn't want to move or to have her move, but he couldn't have it both ways unfortunately. If he wanted anything more to happen one of them would have to move, no matter how much he didn't want to. Admittingly, part of him was afraid that she'd stop him, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to handle it if she did. Not when the urge to have her was just so high. It seemed like it would be an impossibility not to.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie groaned softly as she moved her hips against his, figuring quickly it'd be a very, very bad idea after all. Well, not bad in the sense that it was a bad sensation or anything, mainly because now she didn't know how she'd be able to stop herself without being sexually frustrated for the rest of the week, and that wasn't something she'd be looking forward to. Sighing softly as he moved the kill lower down her body, she ran one of her hands up his back, stroking his skin lightly with her fingertips and tangling them in his hair, tilting her head back a bit more as she bit down on her bottom lip. Really, at this point, she was starting to hope he wouldn't want to stop. She sure didn't want to, she didn't think she'd even be able to take it if he just decided to pull away. After all, she didn't know many people who liked being interupted when they were just about to have sex, and she surely wasn't one of them. It was still a bit shocking that they'd gotten there so far - one kiss and they're gone through first and second base in less than half an hour. She definitely hadn't been expecting that much - hoped, yes. And right now she was hoping for more still. But if we talked of expectations, that this was definitely a lot more than whatever could have gone through her mind for this evening. Obviously, she was far from being disappointed, and the only thing she wanted to do at this moment was to get rid of whatever article of clothing they both had left on.

Once she felt his lips back on hers, she instantly deepened it a bit, answering to it with just as much need as she could feel coming from him. She figured it meant he wouldn't be the one stopping at this point, and considering she definitely wouldn't either, then she guessed they would both be getting what they wanted - the mere thought sent more shivers through her body as she pulled herself even closer to him, her body trembling slightly as she felt his hand inching lower down her stomach, covering it with her own hand, pushing it lower still a bit shakily, her breathing speeding up slightly. She was so close to getting what she wanted but it seemed as though time was not going fast enough for her liking. As he started pulling her pyjama pants down, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get them off if she kept them wrapped around him. However, just as she was reaching down to unbutton his own pants, she heard a loud buzzing noise coming from the next room and felt as though she would hate every single thing that had this kind of sound for the rest of her life as she pulled away from him, breathing heavily. At this point, she definitely didn't care if the cookies turned to dust, but the buzzing wouldn't stop until she turned it off and that could bring some other people in the room. "Fuck," she muttered, grabbing her shirt after a short hesitation and getting off the washing machine.

[Connor Micklesen]

He felt her unwrap her legs from around him and couldn't help but grin slightly, they were so close. So amazingly close to getting what they wanted, it seemed that things were going to go down without a problem. But of course, he thought too soon. Because next thing he knew a loud buzzing was coming from the next room. Damn that buzzer, he thought about simply ignoring it but she pulled away. He supposed that they had to before the noise called attention to the fact that they were there after hours when they weren't suppose to be. Still, he'd have much rather continued on the path of things. He could only watch her as she grabbed her shirt and hopped off the washing machine. He was starting to have regretted coming there in the first place, because he had no clue how he wasn't going to try and act like nothing had happened. Or at least be able to talk to her without pressing her against the nearest wall and continuing what they already started. And right now, well right now was a bad time. He couldn't be sure that he'd even be able to be in the same room as her. Not after what just happened, it was impossible to think that he was suppose to walk out there and try and help her do anything. Or try to do anything for that matter.

Again, he found that he was going to stay in the small room and try and get himself under some sort of control. Not that it would probably do much good once he walked out of the room and saw her again. Knowing that he could just go back up to her and they could start the whole process all over again and she wouldn't stop him from doing so. It was a very strong temptation he had to admit, to just go back out there and kiss her again. He had no clue why she even had such an effect on him, he had never had a person have such an effect on him. It was almost like his body had it's own mind when it came to her, because there was no way that his mind had any control over his actions. Or at least it hadn't just a few minutes ago. He took a few deep breaths and opened the drier seeing that his shirt was almost completely dry he put it back on. It would be better, he deicded, if they both had all their clothing on. Less of a chance that something would happen again... or he hoped so anyway. He walked back out into the kitchen.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addison kept swearing to herself as she walked out of the room hastily, putting her shirt back on as she did and running a hand through her hair annoyedly. Seriously, tonight was just about bad timings. Next time she baked cookies, she'd just not put a timer on it and let the friggin things burn to a crisp. Ugh, she really couldn't believe it! Of all the times to be interrupted, it had to be when she was with Connor. That was beyond frustrating, it was infuriating. Angrily, she grabbed some oven mits and opened the door, taking out the cookies with a grumble and placing them on top of the counter, closing the door and turning off the oven along with the buzzer. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. There was no doubt it'd be slightly uncomfortable as soon as he came out of the other room, and she'd probably get the urges to just jump on him again, but she figured it wasn't the best of ideas. Besides, it wasn't necessarily very responsible either, unless Connor carried condoms around with him everywhere. She wasn't really that high on having sex without protection, and she never actually did anything if there wasn't any available. Obviously, tonight would have been an exception to the rule if the buzzer hadn't gone off, and though she couldn't believe she'd forgotten about it, she figured it was good for that. Of course, she was on the pill, but it didn't change anything for that and she didn't really talk about it either.

Shaking her head with a light sigh, she figured that at least the whole point of coming here in the first place had been to make cookies and that was done. Looking around with a light groan, she remembered she still had to do the cleaning and decided to get on to that while she waited for the cookies to cool down a bit, setting them on a plate she'd brought along with her. She wondered when Connor would be coming out, and more importantly, if he'd even stay or just walk away as fast as he possibly could. To be honest, she wouldn't blame it were that the case. Actually, she's probably do it herself as this point - though she never ran away from anything, so it wasn't necessarily something she'd be proud of doing - if there wasn't all those things to take care off. The mixing bowls and all those things she'd used to clean and dry, then she'd have to put them back in their original spot before cleaning the counters. Then she'd be able to leave. Biting lightly on her bottom lip as she heard the door open and close, she turned to glance at Connor over her shoulder, not really knowing what to say at this point. "Erm.. do you want to help me clean up?" she asked after a short hesitation. "Or you can go if you want to, I don't mind doing it alone."

[Connor Micklesen]

He thought about it for a minute and figured that it was the least that he could do, help her clean up a little bit. Considering that he'd played a part in it. He'd just have to make sure that he stayed as far away from her as possibly possible. He was actually only staying around to help because he knew that he'd feel bad if she had to clean everything up by herself. Well that and because he really didn't want to leave her yet. He wanted to spend more time with her, even if it meant that he had to spend said time half way across the room from her just so he wouldn't throw himself on her. "I'll help you clean up," he told her with a small smile, though it was a bit awkward. "I'll just start over there." He pointed in a direction that was completely opposite of her but still had things to gather and some places on the counter that needed to be cleaned from where he'd made the mess or rather messes. He walked over and grabbed the couple of mixing bowls and things that they used and put them in the sink. They he grabbed some paper towel and wet it going back over and wiping things down.

God, the tension was worse than it had been before. How was that even possible? How could things be more than they already were? Not when before it felt like the whole room was just going to burst from how much it seemed to be holding. Could things get any more uncomfortable? They were both now fully clothed and it was still worse than ever. He was starting to think that the whole thing was going to be something that he'd regret soon enough. Especially considering the fact that they were going to have to see each other again. It was unavoidable. Not only did they have to eat lunch and dinner in the same place, but they had all of their classes together. Plus on top of that their lockers weren't that far apart thanks to the last name alphabetizing. Things were just going to get worse over time he could imagine, especially if nothing more happened. Things would get much worse, it'd always be the two of them just knowing what exactly could happen if they got too close... this wasn't going to be something that he looked forward to. Damn temptation, and double damn the cookies for stopping them. Even though technically the cookies were what got them both there in the first place, the cookies were also pulling them apart. He was having a love/hate relationship with them as to now.

[Addison Micklesen]

((I'm a bit curious...how would the last name alphabetizing play up in their lockers being near? I mean, B and M aren't exactly neighbors XD))


Addie smiled a bit, glad that he'd decided to stay in order to help her clean everything. It really would have been quite depressing as this point to be stuck with doing all the cleaning by herself. All things considered, there wasn't all that much to do of course, and with the two of them working on it it would surely be over soon enough for them to get a proper amount of sleep before the sun was up. Not that she'd get up that soon, or probably not even before it was noon. She'd get her sleep pattern a bit screwed up obviously but she didn't really care about that at this point. Besides, she could also get up really early and then go to bed early again the next day, that way it wouldn't be so hard to get back onto a more proper sleeping schedule during the week, but she didn't think she'd be able to bring herself to get up early on a Saturday morning after getting so little sleep, and she doubted it'd be quality sleep either. She was likely to stay sexually frustrated for a while even if she released the tension, and she never slept well when she was in that state. Thankfully enough, it didn't happen all that often, but still too often to her liking.

As she kept cleaning the kitchen with him, taking care of everything she could while staying at a reasonable distance from him, she couldn't help but wonder how things would turn out now. After all, they just wouldn't be able to avoid each other, not that she wanted to, but she couldn't tell for sure that he didn't, because they had all their classes together except their talent classes, but that was still quite a lot. And well, there was always some random moment during which they came across one another in the school, which she very rarely minded, but now it might actually be harder not to drag him in the nearest broom closet to do a whole lot of very unholy thing. At this point though, she was pretty sure that she wouldn't be the only one wanting to do that, and she wondered what would actually happen any time they got a bit too close to one another. There was always a possibility of being teamed up in some class or another for a school work, and then they wouldn't really be able to ignore one another's presence. Sighing a bit as she glanced around, seeing Connor was pretty much done with what he was doing and she was too, she figured the kitchen was in pretty good order and gathered her things. "Well... thanks for helping," she said, smiling a bit. She grabbed some of the cookies she'd made and put them in a small paper bag she'd brought along, handing it over to him. "You might as well get some, seeing as that was the point of this whole thing," she then added before taking all the things she'd brought over. "See you around Connor." She walked up to the counter, jumping up on it and getting off on the other side, leaving the kitchen and heading back to her dorm. Well, there would definitely be some quality time needed in the bathroom as soon as she got there.