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Room 406, Late Saturday Evening

For a Saturday the day had been busy. After the trip to the pet store and then spending the afternoon and early part of the evening baking cupcakes and doing some (okay, a lot) of campaigning in the common room, Isabel was glad to get back to the quiet of her room. She was even happier when Annie woke up and and started to bat at the bit of string Isabel dangled in front of her.

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[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Just keep in mind, the election is in three days," she reminded him. "But whatever you do, don't make snickerdoodles. There's an odd rumor that goes around campus that says they're made out of people."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Aren't they?" Greg asked seriously.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Not according to any receipe I've ever used," Isabel said, raising her eyebrow. "Do you know something different? What really is in cream of tartar?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"A chemist never tells," Greg said, shaking his head.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Can I perhaps persuade you?" she asked innocently as she pulled the tie off the end of her braid and started to undo it.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Greg bit his lip. "Maybe...."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Really," Isabel said quietly, shifting a little closer. She shook her head as the last of the braid came undone and then pulled her hair over her one shoulder. Slowly walking her fingers up his arm, she smiled. "Now what would be the best way to do that?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't want to scar Annie for life," Greg said, glancing self-consciously at the kitty.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"She had a big day, she's sleeping soundly," she assured him. "I'd put her in the bathroom but she'd be lonely in there when she woke up. You wouldn't want her to be lonely would you?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Greg decided, leaning over and kissing Isabel's neck. "Wouldn't want anyone to be lonely."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel purred with pleasure herself as she slid close to Greg and wrapped her arms around him. "That's nice."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I try," he murmured against her ear, pulling her into his lap.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You succeed," she whispered before catching his lips in a kiss.
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