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[Addison Micklesen]

Addison sighed lightly to herself as she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was Sunday, about three in the afternoon, and she was bored out of her mind. She was alone in her room – even Mandy was out doing something, but she was stuck in here, doing nothing that was interesting in any way. She’d finished all that she’d planned to do that day, she’d even read more pages of the book for English Lit. than she’d intended to. She’d finished the essay she had to write about her latest painting, which she’d finalized the previous day, and she felt that if she tried to study one more minute she would go completely insane. And for some reason, she didn’t feel like drawing or painting, which was strange for her, considering she usually spent her time drawing even in her other classes when she ought to be listening to the prof. Well, she did, just not fully. And then, even when she was out and about, she often managed to find a piece of paper and a pen to doodle or at least do something of the sort. But right now, she didn’t want to touch a pen, pencil, paint brush or anything else of the sort. Maybe because she was tired or something of the sort… or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself of. Actually, it might have been more about the fact that she knew exactly what she was going to draw if she started, and she didn’t want it to happen at that very moment.

Tapping her fingers lightly on her stomach, she tried to figure what she should do. She really couldn’t keep staring at the blank ceiling or she really would die of boredom, which wasn’t something she really wanted to experience. She thought maybe she should try to do something new with her hair, but it was only a week since she’d dyed it a bright shade of orange, which had strangely paled over the week, possibly because of the amount of time she’d spent outside, and it was now almost blonde, with some tints of strawberry blonde in it. So it wasn’t necessarily what she’d wanted to achieve, but she actually liked the current result, so she figured she might as well leave it that way for now, and there was also the fact that her boredom made her lazy, and in order to dye her hair, she’d have to go out and buy all the stuff needed. She’d also finished decorating her side of the room so she couldn’t even do that to at least have something to do.

Groaning, she forced herself to sit up, frowning lightly. There was something she could do, but she wasn’t sure it was the best of ideas. Shrugging lightly she then figured she wasn’t known for her good ideas anyway and she got back to her feet, taking off the pyjama pants she’d been wearing almost all weekend along with the white t-shirt she wore to bed, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and putting them on along with a black and white shirt. She didn’t even bother locking the door while she was changing, in case Mandy would come in. That would only have been funny anyway. Of course, when the younger girl was in the room, she usually changed in the bathroom, mainly because she thought Mandy might not even dare to look at her own body when she was changing. Addie was happy with her appearance and to her, a body was a body, but she knew it wasn’t the same for everybody so she usually tried to act properly for that. Once she was finished getting dressed, she grabbed her key and left the room, locking the door and making her way out of the building. She walked right past the school buildings and kept going until she reached her goal; the boys’ dorm building. Glancing inside, she snickered lightly when she noticed there wasn’t anybody at the front desk or even in the room. They really made it too easy. Swiftly, she walked to the stairs and headed up, searching for Connor’s room – he’d told her the number, so that wouldn’t be too hard. Possibly awkward thought, but she figured that they had to talk anyway, especially after what Milo had tell him. She had to set a few things clear. Taking a deep breath when she finally found the door, she knocked on it, hoping he’d be there.

[Andrew Preston]

Andrew had been up most of the previous night, working on some school work he’d been putting off for a while. He wasn’t really good with school work, being a very talented procrastinator. He still had a lot to do, which he’d told himself he’d do today, but there was only so many things he could achieve in one day and he had a lot more things to do than what could be done during the length of time available. And then, a very good proof that he wouldn’t manage it anyway, he was currently surfing the web aimlessly, without really knowing what to do. He’d only been up for approximatively two hours now, and he hadn’t changed or eaten breakfast or done anything really. His laziness could be quite a problem sometimes, especially when it came to the end of term at school, which was mainly the time when the students had an overload of work. Of course, he always managed to do all the work that was needed and get good grades, otherwise he wouldn’t still be here. That usually annoyed some people too, the fact that they worked harder than him and he got grades as good as theirs most of the time.

He’d just found a promising website to get on his laptop when he heard a knock on the door. Rolling his eyes and sighing exasperatedly, he put the laptop aside on his bed and got back to his feet, running a hand through his messy hair to put a bit of order in it, seeing as he hadn’t brushed it or anything. He usually hated answering the door here, mainly because it was always one of Connor’s friends, which he didn’t really consider all that interesting to talk to, not that he did. He didn’t exactly have a problem with his roommate as to now, but it was obvious that they weren’t really going to get all chummy and stuff, spending time together and being friendly. The main rule between the two of them seemed to be that as long as they didn’t talk and hardly acknowledged one another, things would go fine. Overall, they really were two different people and he was pretty sure that if they actually tried talking and making friends, they would only end up being at each other’s throat.

Once he opened the door however, all thoughts of Connor and anything related to him left his mind as soon as he saw who was standing on the other side. He stared at her for a few seconds but soon, his shock turned into annoyance and then into anger, almost reaching rage. Without bothering to see if there was anyone around on the corridor and, without giving Addie a chance to react or say anything, he roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her inside the room, slamming the door behind them. He was rather sure she’d come to see Connor, which instantly made the other guy seem even more stupid in his mind, because she wasn’t stupid enough to come talk to him especially when he was alone. Of course, he didn’t plan on hurting her unless she hurt him first (if a girl hit him or anything, he didn’t usually care about the fact that it was a girl, he hit her back, which of course made him look bad in the eyes of many people) but he had a few things to tell her and he wasn’t about to let her go until he was done talking. “I’m not gonna ask you what you’re doing here, I’m not even gonna ask you anything, so you just shut up and listen to me,” he sneered angrily; all the frustration he felt for not getting a chance to get back at her coming out at once after growing for almost a whole year, which made him grip to her arm probably tighter than he normally would. “You had fun doing your little show last year, making me look like an ass in front of the whole school, but enough is enough. I’m sick of getting crap, and since it’s all your fault, you’re gonna do something about that,” he snapped, glaring at her darkly.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addison was beyond shocked when the door opened to reveal Andrew Preston, what were the odds? She really should have asked Connor who his roommate was, if she’d known she sure as hell wouldn’t have come before knowing whether he was there or not. Addie didn’t necessarily hate a lot of people, some annoyed her of course, but she was still able to deal with most teenagers that came her way, but for Andrew, it was different. It wasn’t even hate anymore, it was stronger than that. She absolutely loathed him, plain and simple. Thinking back on it, she really must have been lacking sex or something in order to date him, let alone let him touch her. Their relationship hadn’t lasted very long, and it’d been mainly physical. They could almost say they’d been more of fuck friends gone wrong, or maybe even fuck acquaintances, because he wasn’t all that friendly and they’d never really talked much. But even then, the way he’d treated her had been enough to cause her little public outburst, especially the fact that, while the only thing they did together, or almost, was having sex, he was probably the most selfish ‘lover’ she’d ever met. He did his thing and once he was done, it was over, simple as that. She’d often pointed out the fact that her own fingers did a much better job than he could ever do. That’d been the high point of her speech actually.

Once he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her inside, she rolled her eyes and let him do without taking him really seriously, concentrating herself on glaring at him with all the hatred she could get. His fingers clenched tightly around her arm were quite painful, making the blood circulation a bit harder so that she could already feel the tip of her fingers getting numb, but she wasn’t about to make him happy by letting him see he was hurting. Well, she knew he wasn’t necessarily overly violent or anything, but he was a proud guy, and she’d wounded his pride a lot. As much as he tried to be intimidating though, he’d never succeed – not with her. If there was one thing that Addie didn’t fear, it was pain. Rolling her eyes at what he said, she snorted lightly and scowled at him, her eyes narrowing. “If you think you’re gonna get any kind of favour out of me, you better wake up from that delusional dream you’re having,” she hissed. “I said nothing but the truth that day, and the other girls in this school deserve to know what kind of bastard you are. Besides, I’m pretty sure your hand is in good shape enough to do whatever else you’d ask another girl to do, and at least it won’t be disappointed because you can’t give it any pleasure,” she added, wincing a little when he tightened his hold on her arm, which was already starting to get red. There was no doubt that it’d leave a mark now, and knowing how sensitive her skin was, Addie was pretty sure it’d be bruised by the next day. “Now, let me go!” she spat, using her free arm to hit him in the stomach in order to get him to free her. She’d hesitated between that and between his legs, but the’d figured been there, done that.

[Andrew Preston]

Andrew growled inwardly as Addison glared back at him, completely unaffected by his actions if not from the fact that she couldn’t move seeing as he was firmly holding her into place. That had been one of the things he’d disliked about her during their relationship, and now he just plain hated it. There was no trace of intimidation or even fear in her eyes. He wasn’t exactly trying to scare her per say, but he was trying to get a point through and she was really getting on his nerves, as though she wasn’t even listening to him, and he was being very serious about this. Ever since her little outburst, most students spent their time ignoring him, talking behind his back… he wasn’t even able to get a girlfriend because what she’d said in front of pretty much everyone had gone around, getting worse by the day. He knew some people even though he’d raped her or something, abusing her and stuff, physically and mentally. That was of course nowhere near the truth; for one thing, they’d decided together to have a merely physical relationship, and it wasn’t his fault if she was frigid and couldn’t get off with him. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit, considering he never did anything once he was done to ‘help’ her, but still. He couldn’t do miracles either, but that didn’t give her the right to go and tell every single student in the school at lunch time, and then kick him without him having a chance to retaliate.

Once she started speaking, his eyes narrowed and his grip tightened even more around her arm – somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should release her now, seeing as her skin would most likely be bruised an he was pretty sure that if she was asked about it, she would tell the truth as to what had happened, and that was definitely not a good thing to happen. But at that very moment, he was concentrating too hard on not losing control and hurting her badly to think of anything else. Really, he was not a violent guy, he didn’t take any pleasure in hurting other people and he rarely did resort to violence to solve his problems. But there were times during which it became a bit harder to control himself, and talking with Addie, or even sometimes seeing her, was one of those times. She always knew what to say to set him off, and that wasn’t a good thing, because hitting a girl would definitely worsen his already damaged reputation among the school population – thinking on it now, he definitely regretted the day he’d decided that he wanted to screw her, especially since, now that he thought of it, she wasn’t necessarily his type. There was also the fact that Connor could come back in the room any time now, so it wouldn’t exactly be a good thing. However, when she finished speaking and hit him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of her and gasping as he doubled over, he simply lost it. It was the second time she hit him, but this time there wasn’t anybody around. Growling, he took a step toward her before she could move and punched her harshly, his first colliding with her jaw.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor was heading to his dorm room with one of his friends laughing and talking, they'd been hanging out and he was just going to stop by his dorm room because he'd forgotten his cell phone. He always liked to have it on him in case someone decided to call. The two of them had actually been out trying to find a couple of girls to bring to Homecoming actually. Which was one of the reasons that he wanted his cell phone, because he'd given a couple of girls his number and some of them had given him theirs. He wanted to make sure that he could put everything in properly for the phone to come in use later. As they kept walking down the hallway to his room they discussed a couple of the girls that they'd seen and liked. They both of course had their hopes on a couple of different girls that seemed like they would be the best choice. He hadn't actually told his friend why he was so interested in getting a girl, but really the main part of him wanted to get a girl to prove to himself that he was absolutely fine with what Milo had said to him. He didn't care that Addison didn't care, not at all. Or that was what he was going to try and convince himself anyway.

He opened the door to the room and they kept talking in the door frame for a few minutes, Connor having his back to the room. As he opened the door a bit more though he noticed that his friend seemed to be watching something with intent interest. He frowned and wondered what could possibly be so entertaining. "Hey what's so fascinating?" he asked, not turning around because he wasn't sure that he even wanted to know. That was usually the case.

"Connor, Addison Blythe is in your room and she just hit Andrew Preston..." his friend replied to him in awe. Connor wasn't quite sure that he wanted to believe him though, because that was kind of crazy. There was no way that there was an actual physical situation going on behind him and he didn't know it. Plus, it didn't make any sense for Addison to be there in the first place. She couldn't have come to see him and there was no way that she was there to see Andrew after what had happened to publicly last year.

"That's crazy," he replied rolling his eyes but turning around he saw that Andrew was doubled over and had taken a step towards her. He was in shock when he actually hit her though. "Oh shit, man I'll talk to you later!" he said slamming the door in his friend's face. He ran over to the two of them and tried to pull Andrew away from Addison. It wasn't exactly an easy task. "What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded as he struggled slightly to pull him away, but somehow managed to do so. He wasn't quite sure, but he was looking at Addison with concern, wondering if she was going to be okay. It didn't look like she would by the power that was behind the punch, it had to have hurt like hell he'd imagine. And he wondered why the hell Andrew would even hit her, even if she had hit him first. It wasn't an excuse.

[Andrew Preston]

Andrew didn't feel bad at all about hitting Addison. She'd asked for it, more than once, and he'd made it clear that when it came to being hit by a girl, he wasn't going to keep himself from retaliating just because she was a girl. Addie knew all too well what she was doing when she hit him and he was getting tired of being punched and slapped and kicked and whatever other crap would come his way without being able to do anything. Besides, it might not look like it when you just looked at Addie, seeing how small and all she was, but the girl was pretty tough and she hit hard. The blow to his stomach was nothing compared to the one he'd received between the legs the preceding year, and though he wasn't a violent guy just for the fun of it, enough was enough. She had to get what she deserved at some point or another, even if it made other people freak and call him names. At that point he really didn't care. The bitch had started it and he was sick and tired of letting her get away with it just because she had boobs. "I swear to God Addison, hit me one more time and it's a full on fight," he growled at her, not noticing anything else that was going on and so not seeing the three guys by the door. He was concentrating too hard on keeping himself under control, because he knew that if he just let go, then it would most definitely get worse, and one of them would surely end up getting something broken or bleeding or whatever - though there would definitely be some bruises on both sides by the next day, though his wouldn't be as obvious as hers. Gotta give her that, she aimed well to keep her hits hidden. The jaw probably hadn't been his brightest ideas.

It took him a few minutes to realize what was going on when he felt himself being pulled away from her until he glanced up and saw that his roommate had come home to rescue the damsel in distress. Like she needed help anyway. He was pretty sure that if they'd really gotten into a fight, he'd have been far worse off than her at the end of it. Had he been calmer, he probably would just have turned around and left the room without a word, leaving Connor to deal with her, which he was pretty sure wouldn't bother him all that much. But right now, though he indeed had the intention of leaving pretty soon, his anger was much too strong to let him leave without at least throwing a few insults their way. Well, not really insults. Calling her names would surely be enough for now. "Don't worry man, she's all yours now," he said with a light snort once Connor asked what was going on. "The bitch came here for you anyway, so I'll leave you two to your fun," he added, pushing Connor off him and walking up to the door. "She's just a whore anyway, the only difference is that she doesn't even need cash to sleep around with losers like you," he said with a last glare at Addie before opening the door and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him and walking off. He needed to do something to let his anger out and he knew just what at this point.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie was thrown back a little as he hit her, the pain shooting through her jaw instantly as she pressed her hand to it, groaning slightly as she looked back up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly at she glared at him with more hatred than she'd even felt for anyone before. Of course, it wasn't completely unexpected that he would hit her back, she should have known it wasn't the best of idea to hit him when they were alone. With no witness, he could at least get his revenge on one thing and it should have been expected. Truth be told, Addie knew she'd somehow deserved that hit and didn't think that just because she was a girl, it was completely horrible to have hit her back. She knew how to defend herself, and when you hit someone, you have to expect being hit back and face the consequences of your actions. However, she was one of the very few people to think that way, and it obviously didn't make Andrew less a of a bastard to her eyes. But she knew that he was definitely not something he would have done in front of other people - or at least, had he known there were other people. Addie herself hadn't noticed that Connor and his friends were standing by the door until Connor's exclamation right after Andrew had hit her, but she was definitely glad that he was there. She wasn't in the mood to get into a real fight right now.

She didn't answer Connor's question at first, too busy with the task of glaring at Andrew as he walked to the door, having half expected all the crap he was letting out now. The guy was wounded in his pride and angry at that - she was also certain that she would have been able to guess where he was off to now, or at least what he was off to do. After all, you didn't need to be a genius to figure that one out. She kept herself from saying anything back to him as he just insulted her, figuring it wouldn't do any good anyway. She wanted him out of the room, and if she said anything she knew it would delay the process of leaving for him because he'd just want to add more. Once he was finally gone, she shook her head and rubbed her jaw lightly, knowing it was gonna look like Hell tomorrow. She's probably end up lying about it, not for him of course, but she didn't feel like going through all the same shit as the previous year. Sighing a bit, she looked back at Connor and smiled a bit, the concern was easy to read on his face and she shook her head. "Don't worry, it's just another bruise," she said with a shrug, taking her hand off her face. "I asked for it anyway. And erm... I'm not entirely sure I should have come here at all," she then said, remembering he'd been with his friends at the door and they might wonder the reason why she was in the room, but they could think she'd just come to set things straight with Andrew or whatever. "But I think we need to talk," she finished, looking at him and wishing there was a bit more space between the two of them. It would be easier, were that the case, to resist the urge of going to him and kissing him again. She couldn't help but wonder if it'd be as good as the previous time.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor watched Andrew as he seemed to be pretty upset and he was wondering for a moment if he was going to hit him too, but he seemed content with making a few comments about him and Addison. He didn't say anything as he watched the guy storm out of the room, well that sort of changed his perspective about his new roommate. Obviously the guy was a bit of a jerk, sure he'd heard about what had happened the year earlier between both him and Addison but it was different hearing something and seeing something first hand. It was really different. And now that Andrew knew that he was on good terms with Addison things would probably get worse between the two of them. He didn't really care though. It wasn't like he'd had plans to become best friends with the guy or something. He hadn't planned on being on the bad side of him either, but it appeared that that ship had already sailed out of the harbor. He'd just probably end up staying out of his dorm more often now, it wasn't going to be a big deal. He couldn't exactly say that he was going to regret the decision. Even his friends would understand why he had to do what he did. No matter how much you did or did not like a person, if there was an unfair advantage there was no way that you could just sit back and not do anything without being viewed as a complete and total ass. Addison was quite smaller than Andrew was, therefore that was an unfair advantage in his favor. Besides, even if it had been someone else he couldn't just sit there and watch Addie get hit. It didn't sit well with him. Just like he couldn't believe that she was just going to brush the whole thing off like it was no big deal, or say that she deserved it. That excuse might have worked with someone else, like if she'd been fighting another girl but it was just wrong that she should be saying it with Andrew.

"Talk?" he repeated. "What do you want to talk about?" Though he already knew what it was about. What it had to be about, because really what else was there to talk about? It had to be about what Milo had told him already. There was a small part of him that was hoping that she was going to tell him that everything that Milo had said was a lie.. but he didn't believe that was actually going to happen. Instead he believed that she was going to tell him that what Milo had said was true and that there would be a lame apology attached to it. Sorry I heard you feel differently, but that just isn't the case for me. Wow, even knowing it was going to come it was sucky. He really wished that she would have just called him and told him it. "Why did you have to come over here?" he asked, knowing that it probably sounded bad. "I mean you could have just called and told me. I wouldn't have cared."

[Addison Micklesen]

She looked up at him with a small sigh as he asked what she wanted to talk about, and she could see that he wasn't necessarily expecting anything good. That wasn't overly surprising, seeing as the last thing he'd heard about her was that she didn't want to be with him the way he apparently wanted to be with her, though she didn't really think that he wanted to be with her exactly. After all, she doubted that he really was over his whole problem of being seen with her in public, and she didn't know if she wanted to be in a secret relationship, though at this point, even if it wasn't really like her to want something like that, she wouldn't necessarily mind. She wanted to be with him - she liked him a lot, probably more than she'd liked anyone before - and there wasn't much that would stop her from it at this point. Milo was right, she wasn't being herself at this point, but... for some reason, it didn't matter at all. She craved him, it was as simple as that. When he told her that she could have just called instead of coming here, she couldn't help but smile a little. Of course, he was probably expecting her to tell him what Milo had already told him, and he surely thought that it wouldn't be too nice to be turned down in person. He'd probably have prefered it by phone. However, she couldn't quite believe he'd been so easy to convince that she didn't like him... after all, she hadn't tried to hide her interest at all, and after the cookie incident, she wondered what he must be thinking of her if he thought she was the kind to almost have sex with someone she didn't like. Maybe it was the reason he hadn't really been offended when Andrew had called her a whore. But she didn't think he was this kind of guy either. Folding her arms across her stomach, she tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a small smile, feeling slightly amused still that he looked so bummed by the idea that she'd come here to tell him there was nothing that would happen between them.

"Look, Connor..." she began, trying to find her words so that it wouldn't come off the wrong way - he'd heard enough false things for now. "Milo... well, he's always feeling a bit angsty and depressed at this time of the year, and I kind of upset him the other day. I shouldn't have teased him or anything, but I didn't think about it and he's really easily set off when he's in that kind of mood," she said, sighing a bit. She didn't want him to think Milo was a jerk or anything, but at the same time she couldn't explain everything either, Milo wouldn't like that at all. "He just wanted to get back at me, and well, he figured the best way of doing it would be to screw off my chances with the guy I like," she told him, deciding to get it over with. "And he feels really bad about it now, he wanted to take care of setting things right himself but I wanted to do it myself. Because I do like you, Connor," she said, moving a bit closer to him. "And I know you might not be ready for anything at the moment, I know I'm known as a freak around here by a lot of people and... well, don't be set off by it again, but what I told you when we first met, I know I was right. So what I'm offering you right now," she added, biting her bottom lip as she took yet another step toward him. "Is to be... maybe, more of friends with benefits for now," she finally said. "I mean, there's obviously some physical attraction going on between the two of us, and to be honest, I don't know how much more of it I can stand."

[Connor Micklesen]

He thought about just not paying attention to what she was going to say after she started with the 'Look Connor', because there was no way that that sentence was going to end well. He'd heard it used as the beginning of a speech too many times to know as much. But her next words caught him off guard, Milo? Was she seriously going to tell him that her supposed best friend had told him everything just because he was in a bad mood. Or maybe, maybe she was telling him that her supposed best friend had lied to him. He didn't get why he'd go and do something like that and bring him into it. That was until Addie explained more of it to him. Wait, he had to think about this and understand it more. She did like him, but she was still dating Holly (he didn't really believe that Milo would go so far as to make up something like that just to get back at Addie). That was a bit confusing, but it wasn't like anything that had happened between the two of them so far wasn't easy. Things between the two of them were complicated and as he listened to her speak he figured that they were about to get even more so. At least he knew for sure that she did like him. He didn't take his eyes off of her as she kept talking, and she made the point that she had been right when they'd first met. It was true of course, now she was just bringing it into view. He was curious about what she was going to offer him, what kind of relationship they'd be able to have.

He couldn't help but grin as he heard the last part added. "Friends with benefits," he said and paused for a minute thinking about it. It would be a solution for now. That way they wouldn't actually have to have commitment between the two of them which was really the kind of relationship that he needed with her. Because he knew that neither one of them would be able to keep physical urges under control and be 'just friends'. And as much as he hated to admit it, like she'd pointed out he was the person that she thought he was. He was conforming and he did follow the crowd, he wasn't sure that he was ready to stick out in it quite so much and having Addison as a girlfriend would definitely put him right into the spotlight. But the attraction was almost unbareable as it was, trying to stop himself from doing something with her would only make everything much worse. For instance, at the current moment she was standing much too close for comfort. It wouldn't take much to continue doing what they had been the other night. "I guess that's a pretty good solution."

[Addison Micklesen]

She couldn't help but giggle a bit when she realized how bad her way of starting the conversation must have sounded. That wasn't necessarily a turn of phrase that lead to the best of endings, and she could understand that he must have been expecting something different to come out of her mouth at that point. However, she didn't know that Milo had actually told Connor she had a bit of a thing with Holly at that moment, hence why she kept it quiet for now, and besides it wouldn't really matter all that much if they weren't in a commited relationship. She wasn't sure herself of what she wanted from him anyway, and she figured that asking a full on relationship right away might be a mistake and not turn out so well, which was why she'd decided to the offer the option of friends with benefits first, and then see how that went as time went by. Of course, there was no doubt that this option would at least satisfy the physical tension between the two of them if it didn't do any good to her thoughts which got extremely confusing whenever they got to the subject of what was going on between the two of them, but at the same time, she wasn't sure whether or not she was ready to know where this would all lead them, because in some ways, she didn't think she was even ready for it herself. She had to do some more thinking, and while she was at it, getting some lovin' definitely wouldn't hurt. Especially if said lovin' came from him, because right now, he was definitely the only one she had in mind when it came to that.

A grin of her own appeared on her face once she saw him grinning, tilting her head slightly as she waited for his answer to her suggestion. She knew that was very straightforward of her, and she didn't know how he would take it exactly, but she was pretty sure he must be having the same kind of frustrations as her right now, especially after what'd happened in the school kitchen. She'd have to spend a bit of alone time in the bathroom after that one to relieve the tension their small encounter had caused, and truth be told, she'd rather that didn't happen again. For one thing, she was ready to bet all she had that it wasn't nearly as good as it would have been otherwise, and besides, with Mandy sleeping in the next room, there was definitely some awkwardness to it. Once he said he thought that friends with benefits would be a good solution to their problem, her grin widened slightly, her next move already planned in her mind. She'd been working on it ever since she'd come up with the idea of offering that option to him, in case he said yes, and now he pretty much just had. "Well, in that case..." she said, not finishing her sentence as she simply took the last step, closing the space left between the two of them and wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss him deeply. God, was it even possible that it'd be even better than the last time?

[Connor Micklesen]

He watched her as she began a sentence and wondered how exactly she was going to end it, maybe a blunt suggestion of what the two of them could do now. But she didn't end with the sentence with words. Instead she'd pressed her lips against his and they were kissing again, simple as that and it still felt just as great as it had the other night. In fact, it was probably even better than last time, which he didn't think was possible until now. Because he'd been thinking about it, actually as much as he didn't want to admit it he had been. Well it was hard not to actually, especially when he had to walk all the way back to the dorm with a hard on. Not the most fun experience in the world, not to mention the bit of time he had to spend in the bathroom to fix that. And during that whole time period it was hard not to think about what had landed him in that situation in the first place. Luckily, this time there was less chance that the two of them would be stopped, because he doubted that Andrew would be coming back any time soon. And even more luckily there was even a bed nearby this time, things were working out of the best he thought. The only possible thing that could stop them would be a knock at the door and even then it wouldn't be an obligation to open it. He was pretty sure that neither one of them would want to open it either.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he deepened the kiss a little more, pulling her closer. He needed to have her closer, just like before it was something that he couldn't stop himself from wanting as much as he did. He wanted to have the same feeling that he'd had the other night when her skin was pressed against his own, God it'd just felt so good. He was sure that there were some other places that she'd feel really good against him, but he was trying not to think about that. At least they already knew that if nothing else worked between the two of them they had some pretty great chemistry. It was easily proved by the way that the kiss the other night had gone, and already how this kiss was going. They just seemed to work well with each other, physically at least. Maybe they did in other ways too, but he wasn't really concerned about those other ways right then.

[Addison Micklesen]

She was glad when she felt him yet again answering to the kiss, though this time it wasn't as much of a surprise as the previous occurence. After all, they'd pretty much just agreed on randomly hooking up, so it made sense that kissing would be part of the process. It was still as overwhelming as ever, how everything felt when she was just kissing him, and right now she really didn't want to wait any longer. Next thing you'd know, a phone would be ringing or someone would knock at the door, and she'd just go completely insane if they had to be interupted again, though really she wasn't sure that either of them would bother answering to anything that could disturb them. She didn't really want to rush it, either. She wanted to take her time, feel him everywhere, but seeing as they'd already kissed before and done all that fun stuff, she figured they could skip a part of the process and got to the part where they lost some clothes already. She really couldn't wait to feel his skin against hers again, and there was yet more to discover about his body which she didn't really want to wait for all that long. It was as though all the need she'd felt during their last encounter, which had been left unsatiated, had just been put on hold and was now coming back with full strength, and it was plainly and simply unbearable. She needed him, and she needed him now. No more crap about waiting.

As he wrapped his arms around her to pull her even closer, she deepened the kiss a bit more, standing on her tiptoes in order to put a bit less distance between the two of them, though right now the best of option would probably be just to move and head over to either of the beds in the room. Well, his, obviously, but since she hadn't taken the time to check which was his and which wasn't, she couldn't really take care of that part until he decided he was tired of standing. Instead, she decided to start working on the removal of whatever was keeping their bodies from touching more closely, her hands traveling along his chest before her fingers started working at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until she reached the last, running her hands along his skin with a soft sigh into the kiss, stroking his chest lightly as they travelled back up his body, slipping underneath the shirt and pushing it off his shoulders when she reached them. Really, he was just the smartest guy on earth to wear button up shirts that often. She'd have to start following his example.

[Connor Micklesen]

He grinned slightly as she deepened the kiss a bit more, though he figured that the two of them would have to move over to his bed soon enough, mostly because it wasn't that comfortable to try and make up for the almost foot of distance that was between the two of them. He felt her hands working on the buttons of his shirt and he was glad that he preferred to wear the button up shirts as to t-shirts. It was something that came in handy, it made the removal of clothing so much easier, because they didn't even have to pull away from one another to loose an article of clothing. He felt her run her hands up his body before she pushed his shirt off. He was glad that she was getting straight to the point, because after the other night trying to take it slow would have probably been a bad choice. He was a bit impaitent to get things back to where they had been before that damned buzzer had gone off and stopped them from going any further. He moved his hands down to her shirt and broke away from the kiss slightly so that he could pull her shirt off, he wished that she would wear shirts like he did, it would make things so much easier.

He pressed his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply once more and put the thoughts out of his head for now, not that he was having much success getting actual thoughts to come from his brain at that point in time, but that was beside the point. He deepened the kiss a little more as he began to walk backwards with her a bit in the direction of his bed, making sure not to break the kiss as he did. He guessed that she was probably going to head to the beds herself, but didn't actually know which was his and he could agree with not wanting to have sex on Andrew's bed. Once they reached the bed he eased them down onto the bed so that they were sitting on it first. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance as they did, wanting to taste her again. His hands were running up her back now until they reached her bra, which he unhooked and threw off swiftly, pulling her into his lap. He wanted the same closeness that they'd had the other day, actually he needed that closeness.

[Addison Micklesen]

There was a part of Addie's brain that commanded her to slow down and actually savor the moment, not to rush everything, but at this very moment it was simply an impossibility to do so. Her body had a mind of its own, and it wanted to get closer to him in any way possible. Of course, when they actually got to the point they'd reached the previous time they'd been together, she might actually try to move a bit slower, take her time and enjoy everything - enjoy him. She'd been waiting for this for a while now, but she definitely didn't want to rush it and end it before it even started. She practically felt like protesting when she felt him pull away from her, until she actually realized it was in order to take off her shirt - she'd definitely have some shopping to do, and button up shirts would be at the top of her list. She had a few, but obviously not enough. However, breathing was always good, and seeing as they both seemed to forget oxygen was a necessity and not an option when they were kissing, maybe it was a good thing that there was at least one thing that made them pull away in order to stay alive. Then again, there were definitely other options to consider. Besides, breathing was overrated.

She smiled lightly as he pressed his lips to hers again, deepening the kiss even more as she moved along with him toward the bed, wrapping her arms around his waist in order to press their body closer together, which actually made walking a bit harder but she just wanted to feel his body against hers once more, craving it. As he eased them on the bed, she swiftly moved so that she was sitting more comfortably on his lap, straddling him as she pressed her hips closer to his, pretty much wishing she'd decided to wear a skirt instead of jeans. She instantly opened her mouth at his touch, her tongue meeting with his as she moaned lightly, hardly able to believe he actually did taste so good and it wasn't all made up in her mind, which could have been a possibility after all. Her smile widened slightly once she felt his hands travelling up her back, running her own hands along his chest lightly as he unhooked her bra, moving her shoulders lightly to shrug it off, wrapping her arms around his shoulders once it was out of the way, arching her back slightly so that every part of her body that was lacking clothing was pressed against his, shivering lightly from the sensation as she ran her hands up to his hair, softly running her fingers through it.