Room 406, Sunday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel woke up, warm and comfortable. Yesterday had been fun. There was cheerleader bonding in Buffy's room before the game. The basketball game was a lot of fun. Then there was the after party. Afterwards she and Greg had come back up to her room to watch some downloaded episodes of Mr. What, during which they'd apparently fallen asleep.

She sighed with contentment and waited for Greg to wake up.

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Either that, or Mr. What took a turn for the dark in their episodes. Dark as in 'the insides of my eyelids' dark," Greg replied, raising a brow sleepily.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"We had a long day yesterday, falling asleep was a natural response to all the energy we put out. We needed to rebuild our strength," she said, making absolutely no attempt to use any of that rebuilt strength by moving.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes. And I don't know about you, but I had quite a bit of coffee and sugar. So we crashed. It's a completely natural biochemical reaction," he said, stretching languidly and also not moving to get up.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Same here," Isabel admitted. "Too many cookies. I'm glad you crashed here though. It was nice." She grinned then, and moved just enough to prop her head up on her hand. "I love it when you talk science to me."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg blushed. "Really? The geekiness isn't annoying?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's adorable," she assured him. "And it's part of who you are. So how could I not?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg smiled, blushing darker as he reached over to move a little hair off her face.

And since he couldn't think of anything useful to say, he kissed her.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled as his lips met hers. Her free hand drifted up to the back of his neck as she lightly ran her fingers through his hair.