smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

"Ezra?" Kathy slipped through the door and raised an eyebrow at the sight of him sprawled out on his bed. "Looking as industrious as always, I see."

Ezra held up a finger, like that somehow conveyed that he had a point to make and also totally wasn't lazy. "Hey, I called you. That was industrious."

"We both know why you called me," Kathy said with a laugh, heading over to his bed. "And it has nothing to do with being industrious."

She perched on the edge where he was lounging and gave him a smile. "Hi."

Under the other bed, Sarah watched with wide eyes. She'd never heard her sister use that tone of voice before!

Ezra was probably not going to let her give her sister too much of a show. Probably.

He held out a hand. "Hello, sweetheart. Come closer."

Which was good because then Kathy probably wouldn't try to murder him. Probably.

Kathy laced her fingers through his and bent over him. "Yeeeees?" she asked, just a breath away from his lips.

Ezra gave her a little kiss.

Then he leaned up to put his lips close to her ear. On the side Sarah couldn't see, just in case, even though he also lowered his voice to a whisper. "Now, I would absolutely love for you to proceed with me through intense makeouts all the way to you riding me to a very satisfying climax," he murmured, "but I have to inform you your sister is hiding under Anna's bed."

See? He was only half evil.

It was all Kathy could do not fling herself away, screeching "What?!" and then dragging her sister out by her ear.

But she wouldn't. She would play it cool. Ignore the way her eye twitched for a moment, Ezra.

...Though he was probably more interested in the way her breath hitched when he mentioned her riding him to climax.

Ugh, why did little sisters ruin everything?

'Why?' she mouthed at him, shifting a little so her hair hung between them and the other side of the bed.

"Because I'm a mythical creature," he told her, very very quietly. "A guy you've kissed."

He ran his hand up along her arm. Completely innocent.

Sure. About as innocent as he ever was. Which was not at all.

She narrowed her eyes at his explanation--seriously, the little brat was getting dangled out a window--and then grinned. "Ezra..." she purred. "I know you called me down for makeouts, but I think--I think I'm ready for so much more."

"Really?" Ezra asked, making sure to give her a wide-eyed look. "Are you sure, darling? What a big step."

"Ezra...I know you want to wait until we're sure," Kathy said, cementing her position as Best Actress for not breaking into laughter in any of that. "But when you called me down here, I realized I wanted more. Much more. With you."

Where Ezra was finding the strength not to laugh, he did not know. But he appeared to have it.

Although he did run his hand to the small of her back. "Oh, cupcake. If you really want to..."

Kathy was going to owe him so much for his self-restraint. So much.

Hopefully unbridled hedonism some other time would make up for it?

"So long as you're sure," Kathy said, reaching out to cup his face with a gentle hand. "If you're still uncertain about being ready..."

Yeah, she was kissing him now, because if she didn't have something to do with her mouth at that moment, she was was going to ruin everything.

And that served the purpose of shutting Ezra up, too, because otherwise he would've been likely to whisper things to ruin her composure. He could only uphold a coy act for so long before showing his true colors.

But hey, kissing. He could do that. He could do that very well.

Under the bed, Sarah's jaw was practically on the floor. Kathy, not just kissing, but instigating something more? Really?

But it was when her big sister reached for the hem of her shirt to start pulling it off that Sarah hit her breaking point. "No no!" she yelped, dragging herself out from under the bed. "Oh my god, I will never unsee it if you do anything more than that, stop!"

Rather than shout in surprise, Kathy just rolled over to face Sarah, eyebrow raised. "Really?" she asked, still lounging in Ezra's personal space, even if she did smooth her shirt back down. "Really, Sarah? Hiding under a bed? Spying? Come on now."

Sighing, she added, "I'm sorry, Ez. I hope she wasn't a terrible bother."

Ezra snickered. "Aww, I was looking forward to the show."

See how bothered he was.

Kathy nudged him gently with her elbow. "Like I was going to go any further than that, with my little sister under the bed," she said. "I'm only willing to go so far for a good joke."

"But how did you know I was here?" Sarah demanded. "I was hidden before you showed up!"

Rolling her eyes, Kathy said, "I knew something was weird as soon as Ezra called and asked me to come down and make out with him." Well...that was true enough, in its own way. The invitation hadn't been filled with explicit detail meant to get her thighs wet before she'd started down the first flight of stairs.

He was really going to have to make up for that later. It was no way to issue an invitation, if you asked him. Explicit was the way to go.

"Also, I told her," he filled in lazily. What? He had no problem with making that known.

"Also there was that," Kathy conceded, while Sarah sputtered. "But I wasn't going to do you dirty like that and just say so out loud."

And if she happened to lean back a bit more and brush her hand over the front of his pants on the phrase, 'do you dirty', well, that was just a thing that happened sometimes.

Ezra snickered. "Oh I'm pretty laidback about being done dirty," he said. Without too much smirking and thus too much innuendoing. "But it's appreciated all the same."

Or the touching was appreciated. One of those.

Kathy had enough ideas for various ways she could do him dirty that ratting him out for lying didn't need to be on the list.

"But you do kiss him," Sarah insisted. "I saw that!"

"Yes, yes, congrats on your sleuthing, Sarah Drew," Kathy told her. "We first kissed at a party about a year ago--"

"A party! You made out at a party?!"

"And I'd be inclined to tell you more if you hadn't just hidden in a friend's room like a creeper."

"Awww." Sarah was pouting now. "How about you, Ezra. Will you tell me more about what my sister gets up to around here?"

Ezra shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, no. It's in my best interest not to tattle on details, because I'd quite like for her to keep on getting up to things around here."

He was not sorry. All the getting up that got done was very close to his heart.

Well, some organ anyway.

"Augh, this is so unfair," Sarah pouted. "Nobody ever tells me anything."

"Cause we're trying to break you of your nosiness," Kathy told her. "Now scram. I actually do have to talk to Ezra for a minute, about more things that don't concern you."

Sarah brightened. "You mean--"

"Honestly, Sarah not every conversation needs to be about kissing. Quit being a weirdo and go grab your stuff from my room. It's almost time to head out."

"Whatever," Sarah said, flouncing out of Ezra's room. "Only you could make making out boring!"

"She just suggested some form of making out that involves me could ever be boring," Ezra noted, because he couldn't not. "I'm wounded."

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