Room 238, Wednesday night

[can_be_more]

Aeryn heads back from the common room after talking with Callisto, idly wondering what John will get turned into for the next Advanced Journalism class. At the very least, she didn't have to come home to a meerkat.

She thinks.

If Rory sent a followup E-mail, she hasn't seen it yet.

He'd better not still be a meerkat.

Maybe tomorrow she'll go to the library and look some things up. You know, just in case she has to take care of a fuzzy boyfriend for longer than a class period. But for now she makes herself comfortable on the couch. With a printed photo of Meerkat!John on the table.

Comments

[can_be_more]

That might be panic. It's slight, and she hides it, but that probably is panic. Or something very close to it. "I'm just thinking," she answers.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Okay." He nods once and doesn't push. "If you didn't like Maine, we could go somewhere else, you know."

[can_be_more]

"Like?" she asks, and doesn't know why she's pushing this subject. She just wants to know.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Depends," he says. "Colorado's nice, quiet. New York's a big city. Honey, you pick, I'll go. I'll follow you."

[can_be_more]

She swallows, and wonders if she's freaking out because she's really not panicking. She's really not sure. She pulls her feet off his lap, pulling herself to her knees and leaning in to kiss him.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

That catches him off guard and he's slow to respond. Finally, he does and leans back against the couch.

[can_be_more]

"I love you," she murmurs, and she really, really does. Ex-meerkat or not. She leans against him a little, kissing him again.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I love you too," he says, pulling her closer so she's lying nearly on top of him. He pulls away so he can brush her hair back from her face and then kisses her softly.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn deepens the kiss just a little because this is nice, sliding one hand up his chest to stroke her thumb against his collarbone.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He just smiles and slowly slides his hands up her shirt, tracing patterns on her back.

This was a much better than being an animal.