Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

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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[smilestopscars]

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.

[crimson_sister]

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.

[smilestopscars]

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.

[crimson_sister]

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.

[smilestopscars]

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!]

[crimson_sister]

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 :)]

[smilestopscars]

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.

[crimson_sister]

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.