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Ooh, tell me! Tell me please! Well try to get out sometimes and pick up a news paper or go online. Stuff is happening out in the world Ian. Uh uh, no way. Bras are expensive and I wouldn’t burn one just to make a statement. I’d just not wear one.
What? That I've been having an affair on my calculus text with statistics?
It's a lot harder than it seems to make time for that stuff. Uh... burning one would make a hell of a statement if you didn't want to. Right? Hmm, okay, you might as well not wear one... both would be interesting to see.
Oh, with what? Or should I say… with whom?
I’ve resigned myself to finals, they’ll come and I’ll panic but ultimately get them done. Yes, feminism is still around. Just because we aren’t burning our bras in the streets doesn’t mean we aren’t fighting patriarchy and oppression.
I don't know what you mean... yeah, we all have to ultimately get them done regardless if we're prepared or not, huh? Oh- sorry, I- I live under a rock, or more specifically my room... Haha, you'd burn your bra in the streets? I'd kill to see that.
I don’t think she will, she’s cool and if she is upset I have ways to make her happy again.
You make a valid point. A perk of being a boyfriend?..
Are you sure? We literally spent half our conversation resenting each other’s company because I’m an uptight bitch and you…I don’t even know, I feel too drunk to function. But not that you mind? Ask me anything, I’m pretty sure I’ll spill all my secrets at this point.
Well, there is that girl who literally wore a mermaid tail and is hopping all over the place. That’s the worst idea I’ve seen so far. Care to top that?
Correction- you aren't drunk enough to function yet. We engineers to be gotta push the limits, ya know.. stressful lives and all. Really? Ok, tell me a secret, Penelope.
Kay, there is a guy claiming he's Greek in a kilt, a cardboard shield and sword aaaaand... Trojan condoms taped to his chest in armour. He- he's not even a specific god. That, I believe, tops miss hop over there.
By the time they had finally made it back to his dorm, Catalina was little more than a frenzied mess of arousal and sheer, uncontrollable need. Ian had awakened something inside of her, something that craved and and ached and burned for him, and now, all that she could possibly think of was giving herself to him for the night—over and over again, until she was wholly and irrevocably his. The moment they had entered his dorm, Ian was all over her yet again, and Catalina eagerly returned every single one of his heady kisses, mewling into his mouth and desperately running her small hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders as the heat between her thighs pulsed and throbbed, wet and needy beneath her lacy panties. He was tugging at her dress now, and Catalina gasped, barely able to make out any of his jumbled words. “Then just—just take it off, Ian. Take it off…” she keened softly, unable to bring herself to be ashamed of how wanton she might have sounded. She whimpered when he pulled away from her so that he could show her just how exasperated he truly was, but no sooner had his lips left her own was he grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over one of his bare shoulders.
“Eep!” Oh, he was so strong, and try as she might to squirm in protest, there was no stopping him from having his wicked way with her…not that she wanted him to stop, of course. Finally, they were inside of his room, and if she hadn’t been even half as worked up as she was right now, she would have taken the time to look around and explore. As it was, she was far too aroused to do anything aside from wriggle off of his back and into his arms once more, tilting her head upwards and slanting her waiting mouth across his before either one of them could get a single word out. “Promise me you aren’t so drunk that you won’t remember this in the mornin’,” she pleaded breathlessly between kisses, but already her small hands were pressing against his chest and pushing him back towards his bed. Soon enough, his knees hit the back of it, and Catalina didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap when he was forced to sit down at the edge, parting her thighs willingly and sliding her arms around his neck. “Promise me, baby, please…” She kissed all along his strong jawline, nudging him with her nose in an attempt to get him to tip his head back so that she could drag her lips down to his neck once more…as primitive as it might have been, she wanted to mark him, and so she eagerly began to lick and suckle at the hollow of his throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh until it was a deep shade of red. All the while, her hips rocked forward, because her desperate need for him was far too much, and even the slightest bit of friction for her wet and aching pussy was more than enough.
Inside his bedroom she wasted no time as no sooner was he stopping was she sliding down his body sensually, rubbing every bit of her in that dress along his body. Ian almost got lost at the feel of her curves against him and he felt that in evidence as his pair of boxer-briefs only got tighter. "Mmm," he mumbled when her lips joined his. They were wet and urgent and all to his disposal. He pursed and open-mouthed kissed her lips while she talked. Why was she talking? Blinking his blue eyes he looked at her looking at him and he tried to focused. He wasn't that drunk, surely. If anything most of his alcohol had evaporated when they'd run away to his apartment. The sides of his mouth bent up in a smile and he grabbed her bottom lip and sucked as he chuckled throatily. "Catalina..." He mumbled, kissing her once more and running his tongue along her lip delicately before tugging at it with his teeth softly. As he had been busy kissing her he didn't notice that she'd been moving their bodies until the back of his knees hit the border of his bed. Tumbling down he let go of her hip and sought out his bed to balance himself as he sat down. He was a blind man with his mouth connected to hers and his eyes shut, his hands left only to feel and guide him. Guide him along her body.
"I promise, I promise," he kissed her and she sat on him. Cat lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him and he had to open his eyes to see the way her dress bunched at her thighs, exposing miles of creamy skin. Immedietely his hands were drawn to her legs and he gave them a squeeze noticing how his big his hands looked on her and how soft and smooth they were. They allowed him to slide up and down her skin, each pass getting higher and higher. "Don't worry, I wouldn't forget you... you'd kill me." He murmured and his eyes glinted with repressed humor. He wasn't trying to make light of the situation but he couldn't help it. At the end of the day it was still him and her, two of the most stubborn people he could imagine. Looking at the way she sat, her hair in slight disarray from the wind and his own hands, her lips rosy and almost swollen, her cheeks flushed and finally her eyes... blue and shining. Ian kissed the side of her mouth gingerly and proceeded to lay a trail of kisses down the side of her chin, over her jugular, and down to where her neck met her shoulder. Her little greedy mouth had the same idea as it parted and began to kiss him over his jaw. He had to move his head back to give her room and he shut his eyes. The feeling was so good it rooted him to his spot, curled his toes and tingled in his abdomen, his muscles clenching with desire. Ian's mouth fell in a gasp and he moaned deeply. She wasn't stopping and he knew her very intention was to apply enough pressure to permanently bruise him. He could of cared less at that point though, his hands deciding to act on their own accord; on either side of her they met the bunched fabric and slid underneath ever so slowly, his soft fingers rubbing against the skin as they continued until he was grasping her bare hips in his hands. There he squeezed and bucked upwards when she decided to grind herself down into him. Another moan and he couldn't stand that he could not feel her well enough.
In a frenzied moment he pushed his hips back further onto the bed and shifted left underneath her, sliding out and using his hands on her hips to lift her and place her down. Sacrificing the place of his hand he removed one to push her back on the bed, his body following hers down. They tumbled together and he wasted no time in placing his lips on hers his tongue diving in to caress the underside of her tongue, their noses pressing and his eyelashes fluttering against on her forehead. His body was on hers, pressing down and his hand on her hip continued in pushing the dress up until her dress was revealing the bones of her ribs. He didn't look but only felt, his hand brushing the flat expanse of her tummy. There was still too many layers, he decided and his other hand moved to his shoulder were the clasp of his toga was.
Oh? And why is that?
I’m doing really good actually. Halloween was super fun but now everything is winding down. One of my feminist classes. Feminism in popular cultures.
I've been busy as well so I haven't noticed...
Yeah? It does in a way with midterms over and all that, though I feel its only the calm before the storm- finals. Feminism. Ah- it's still around?
I am! I don’t think my girlfriend will really mind either!
Good, a good girlfriend shouldn't mind. Unless she considers pyjamas inappropriate and then well-
Yeah it has. I’m sorry, I’ve been busy with schoolwork.
Just reading for a class. How are you though?
It's nothing to be sorry about. Really.
I'm good, busy like usual. Yourself? Which class?
Funny…that’s a word that has not been used to describe me in forever. It sounds like a good thing, though. You, Ian…you’re not funny, you’re just awkward and the awkwardness translates into funniness. It’s a weird relationship…just like discontinuous functions.
That - that is funny. Where did you hear that? It’s pure gold, I’m definitely going to use that one during my next family reunion that I’ll crash. My parents don’t give a shit about me anymore, so I might as well mess with them, right? Hey Iannnnnnn…were those lights that bright a minute ago? I don’t remember. Oh well! So tell me, who have you been stealing glances at for the good part of tonight? And don’t lie - I can see your eyes wandering. C’mon, spill!
Not funny? Oh, ouch, ow. I don't know how I feel about that. I'm not that awkward.
Someone from engineering actually. Uh......I guess not? Are you seeing things? Like the beam from a spaceship coming to take you back to Penelopeland, ha-ha... Oh- everyone? Some peoples getup tonight is hilarious.
I wish it was socially acceptable to go to class in your pajamas.
Who cares what anyone thinks, man. Do it.
Yes? Oh, hello Ian.
It's been a while, hasn't it? Hey.
What are you doing?
Catalina was drowning in Ian, smothered by his kisses and losing herself in the warmth of his body as she clung to him as if her very life depended on it. It felt as if they had been building up to this for weeks now, as if they were destined to have found themselves beneath the stars on a Saturday night, and if he so much as even thought of letting her go now, she didn’t know what on earth she would do. Eagerly, obediently, her waiting mouth stayed open for him, warm and wet and willing as his tongue slipped inside of it to taste and ravish her, and by the time he was using one of his hands to caress the bare skin of her arm, Catalina was trembling against him and mewling his name all over again. “Ian…Ian…” she moaned between kisses, only to be cut off as his tongue—his hot, skilled tongue—curled around her much smaller one, stroking it sensually and causing her knees to buckle and threaten to give out beneath her then and there.
Oh, she…she was aroused now, too. The heat between her thighs was wet and aching, and her panties clung indecently to her swollen flesh, dampened with her juices and sticky with the proof of her desire. Every time Ian moaned, or breathed her name into her mouth, Catalina’s need for him grew, until she was unable to even remember an instance in her life when Ian Gray hadn’t been all that she needed and wanted and craved. She whimpered when he pushed himself away from her, eyes opening wide and flitting upwards to implore with his, as if begging him wordlessly not to stop, because it had just felt so good. Her brows furrowed together in confusion, but the brief flash of hurt that had taken over her delicate features was gone in a flash when Ian entwined one of his hands with her own and used the other to grip her hip, all the while bending down once more so that his brow rested against hers. “Then don’t stop, baby…please,” Catalina whispered softly, and she wondered if he knew just how adorable it was to hear him whine—perhaps she would tease him about that later on, when she wasn’t clinging to him as if he was all she had ever known. Tentatively, she bent her head from his, and began to kiss all along his neck, stopping at his defined Adam’s Apple to suck, lick, and worship the hollow of his throat with her eager little tongue. “Let’s go back to your dorm, Ian…please,” she pleaded with him once more, rubbing her lips against his skin. He was beautiful like ths…hair mussed, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed; he could have actually been a God. “I—I want you…”
She could have been putty in his hands or rather his arms as she looked up to him solely dependent on him. The desire coursing through him spiked at seeing her look so helpless, as if she had no control over what was happening and herself. He blinked and took a breath, breathing in her fresh scent that was mixed flowers and an ocean mist. All he wanted was to find a secluded place so he could bury himself inside her and never leave. "I won't." Whispered he, eyes wide and pupils dilated. It was more like, he couldn't. Licking his lips -coincidentally hers too- he nodded once sharply. Cat was perfectly aware of what he had implied and found no problem with it. In fact the way she was acting made him think that she was trying to convince him into it; kisses to his sensitive neck and then the sucking on his throat- "Cat." His voice broke. Oh God, his eyes squeezed shut. If he didn't move now he probably wouldn't move later. And she wanted him to move. Locating both his hands to her hips he pushed gently until there was about an inch or two separating them. Catalina had felt him by now, he was sure of this and since she wasn't moving away but moving closer he really needed to get a move on. "Come on." He swallowed, his hand leaving her body and taking her hand. "Can you run?" His eyes sought hers out and he grinned. Before she could answer he took off with her in tow, managing to let a laugh escape.
His chest was heaving and his hands tingled in anticipation and yearning. They had just reached his floor and now were speed walking to his door. Not thinking of how it was inside or what exactly it was they were doing he twisted the knob with his hand and pushed with his back. Once the door gave out he grabbed her by the hips and pulled, his eyes closing automatically as they touched hers. At least his moan was quiet, he thought in small afterthought. They were inside now and there was an instinct in him to stay quiet. Everything he did- they did- sounded like striking a gong in a hospital. It made him laugh. Bubbling in laughter and out of their kiss he kept his mouth against hers as his hands gripped the slippery silk of her dress at her hips. "I hate this dress." Turning them around he shut the door with his foot and he tumbled forward and into her. "Like- I'm practically naked but its clear. Whereas with this thing" -he gripped the fabric, loving the way it stretched along the curve of her hips underneath his fingers-"leaves everything to the imagination but has to cover you.." Ian was exasperated and as he gasped and shook his head, he bore his eyes into hers. Why was he talking? "Fuck," and he pounced. Bending at the knees he placed her over his shoulder and ran away with her into the door separating his room from his place.
Evanna?