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Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

~~Even if it was largely handwavy~~ Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face it, he was already willing to enjoy other people and let them enjoy him at a moment's notice as it was, pollen or no pollen.

Still, even in such a busy week, he still managed to find some down time. And he was spending it by eyeing the contents of his closet critically. Trying to decide on what to wear for going out tonight.

You know, if he actually managed to go out tonight. The dorms could be awfully interesting sometimes.

[ooc: Open post/door, it is shameful how bad I've been at getting him out this week.]

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Lucille had debated with herself whether this was a good idea, considering... many things. But as the week went on, she had grown increasingly frustrated, and as she had an excuse -- Ezra had sent her flowers -- she felt she could stop by his room.

She had rehearsed this visit in her head beforehand.

"Good afternoon," she said, stopping on the threshold of the open door, peering into the room.

"Ms. Sharpe," Ezra said pleasantly as he turned away from his closet to face the door. "What a lovely surprise!"

For several reasons.

Lucille smiled and was momentarily distracted by looking at him, because it seemed like he was even more handsome than she remembered. Taking a deep breath, she took a step into the room. "I came to thank you for the flowers." It was a good place to start, at least. "It was very thoughtful."

"Oh, that was nothing," he replied, waving a hand as he took a single step in her general direction. Not too suddenly, though. It was idle, if anything. "Did you like them?"

"I did," she replied, blushing a little. Not because she had received flowers from him, but because she did have another reason for coming here, one that was quite forward. Nudging the door shut, she took a step closer too.

"The glitter was a nice touch. I hope you have had a pleasant week."

When nervous, always start with some polite conversation.

Ezra had far too good a poker face to raise his eyebrow at the door getting closed, even though he really hadn't expected that from her, and wasn't really sure how to interpret it.

But his smile did get just a touch smirkier. Just around the edges.

Though that also went with his reply. "It's been pretty fantastic, actually. Still, you're somehow managing to improve it."

Stating the obvious: This week did strange things to people's inhibitions.

His compliment caught Lucille a little off guard; it hadn't really been part of her rehearsed plan, although thinking about it perhaps it should have been. Either way, she enjoyed it, and it made what she wanted to say easier.

"I have missed your company," she continued, not quite aware that she was letting her gaze wander up and down Ezra. "And I thought about the first time we met, and considered that perhaps it could be that we were interrupted. Not that we were quite ourselves, but still."

He had been about to kiss her then, after all.

Ezra didn't tend to conform much to other people's plans. He liked to defy expectations – although mostly he just did whatever he wanted, and sometimes what he wanted wasn't what people expected.

"We did get interrupted," he agreed. Because, pollen or no pollen, he'd defitinely been about to kiss her. "Would I be wrong to assume you might want to pick things back up where we left off?"

If the speed date hadn't ended at such an inconvenient time, Lucille would have let him, even if she would have been more reluctant in her usual state of mind. As she wasn't in her usual state of mind this week either, she was being a lot more forward than she would be but it wasn't like she'd ever not be tempted by that kiss.

"You assume correctly." The look on her face turned a little amused. "And your choice of flowers made me assume you shared that sentiment."

Ezra was moving further towards her, now. But still being slow and idle about it, even if his smirk wasn't. "You assumed correctly," he said. "Personally, I thought the glitter was a nice touch."

"It was," Lucille agreed, inclining her head slightly. She took a step forward herself, closer to him. Just like at the dance, his company felt easy and enjoyable, making her feel comfortable and excited at the same time. That was such a lovely combination, especially now.

"It made me think of the dance," she said, derailing somewhat from her script.

"That was the idea."

And now with a smooth step, he was pretty much in her personal space. No touching or leaning in, though.

Yet, anyway. "Well, that, and... It just looked pretty."

Of course Lucille didn't move away. If anything, she inched a little closer, not sure whether he would notice.

"I like pretty things."

She also liked standing close to him very much. Raising a hand to brush away a strand of hair from her face, she nudged his hand, not entirely by accident. It was new to her to make someone who was more or less a stranger understand what she wanted, and Lucille realized she probably wasn't subtle, but at least it wasn't vulgar, was it?

It wasn't vulgar, no. And it was exactly the kind of step Ezra needed to see before he made his own move. "Then we have that in common, darling," he noted, as he reached out with one hand, and settled it on her hip. "Which is great, because we're both such pretty things, too."

"You say such pretty things," Lucille replied with a small laugh. This was going so well, and his hand felt so good, even through all her clothing. Mirroring Ezra's gesture, she placed a hand on his shoulder. That felt good too, one finger almost brushing against his skin. She leaned a little closer.

Ezra took that as his cue to settle his other hand on her other hip. Except it didn't stay there, but rather slid towards the small of her back.

"You know, that's not the only pretty thing my mouth can do."

That made it so easy to move even closer, her body now touching his. She had missed this; being closer to someone.

"Oh, but you haven't shown me those other things yet, so how am I to know? You leave me curious."

Her fingers inched closer to exposed skin on his neck.

Ezra let his arm wind its way around her waist, now that she was closer to him. His smirk was particularly vulpine from this close a distance. "Well I wouldn't want to keep you in the dark. So here's one thing."

He leaned closer, like he was about to kiss her – then like the great big tease he was, turned his head and caught her cheek with a light kiss instead.

Oh, that was teasing! Perhaps that smirk on his face should have been a hint. Lucille could hide disappointment when she wanted to though.

"Is that all? Not that it wasn't nice, but I had expected something more... extravagant from you." She turned her head slightly, the tip of her nose almost nudging against his cheek. This was different, of course, but she too had always enjoyed teasing in moments like this, before passion took over.

"That was just step one, Miss Sharpe," Ezra told her quietly, sounding amused. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Teasing.

"Do I seem easily overwhelmed?" Lucille asked, letting the arm on Ezra's shoulder slip around his neck. If playing a game with words hadn't been so arousing in itself, it would have been hard to keep herself in control, standing his close and with his arms around her.

"But I don't want to give you the impression that I am in any way complaining. Anticipation is a wonderful thing, after all."

Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a pang of guilt; not because of what they were doing or where she wanted this to lead, but because until very recently being unfaithful had not been an option to her. And here she was, quite unable to resist.

"Or do you want me to suggest things?"

"Well I do have several ideas of my own," Ezra noted easily, as his hand lid just a little lower on her back. Nothing too untoward. Just... a little lower. "But I would love to hear you suggest some."

Still teasing her, was he?

"I hope our ideas are compatible, then. And I hope suggestions doesn't have to be expressed in words."

Lucille no longer had the patience to wait, so she leaned in and kissed him, not at all lightly and carefully, but with the need that had built up during this week. Someone could have told Ezra that Lucille eventually got tired of words, but as that someone wasn't here, he would have to figure that out himself.

Edited 2016-02-19 20:07 (UTC)

Ezra was used to people wishing he'd shut up already. He was also used to people making sure he did. And he didn't mind it one bit.

It was obvious from the eagerness with which he kissed her back, pulling her body flush against his as he did. No, it wasn't light or careful, or tentative in any way, shape, or form.

Ezra was very good at kissing. Lucille let out a sound of pleasure against his lips, pushing harder against him. Giving in to feelings she had tried to hold back felt so good and at the same time made her impatient for more.

Letting go of his lips to breathe, Lucille said with an unsteady voice: "I should like it very much if you were to take off my dress."

Ezra exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Oh I think I should like it very much, too."

His hands were already skimming along the dress to find out how to go about that.

Lucille let out a chuckle of her own, relieved by his response to her very forward request. She guided his hands to the hooks along the side of the bodice, hoping the rest would be easy enough to figure out.

Ezra was yet to meet a forward request he couldn't go along with. At least when it came to girls who wanted to undress.

His fingers were swift on the hooks, one after the other. Of course, while he was doing that, his head ducked down where could press a few kisses against her neck.

Lucille loved kisses on her neck, and tilted her head as she drew a sharp breath. His fingers opening her dress made her anticipate his hands on her skin, and she shook one shoulder a little to make the sleeve push down along her arm. Her other hand carefully tried to slip under Ezra's shirt; unintentionally so careful that it would be a good thing for him notro be too ticklish.

Ezra wasn't ticklish. He would've perhaps preferred a firmer touch but there was always something to be said about the anticipation that went with something lighter, too.

The tip of his tongue gave her neck a playful little lick while his hands went to help her dress further along in its journey off her shoulders. And just off her, in general.

[ooc: I had a few no-good brain days. Apologies!]

Her dress dropped to the floor and Lucille did her best to kick it to the side. It felt good, exciting to stand this close to him in her underwear, although to people from this time the difference might not be that big; the corset, petticoat and the rest covered as much as the dress. Well, not quite. There was more cleavage.

And there was his tongue against her neck. Lucille drew a sharp breath, letting her hand under his shirt push harder against his skin and tilting her had sideways. It was hard to think clearly, but she very much wanted him to take that shirt off.

[No worries, that happens :)]

Well, it had buttons in the front; she was more than welcome to try her hand at undoing those.

Because, there was cleavage. So Ezra's little kisses and licks were teasingly traveling a little more in that direction right now.

Lucille let out a noise and tilted her head backwards. For a moment his lips and tongue on her skin was all she could take in, then her fingers swiftly began to unbutton his shirt.

Too much clothing. "Loosen the lacing at the back and then unhook the front." Her voice was unsteady, but perhaps instructions were a good idea.

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