Room 209, Thursday morning

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It would probably be more productive to do some actual studying before class, or to head to the gym, or something. Except the last week has been really good and Aeryn's taking advantage of it by staying right where she is. And since John doesn't seem to be awake yet, she decides to just start kissing along his neck to change that.

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John squirms a little, rolling towards her.

"That tickles," he mumbles sleepily.

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"Want me to stop?" she asks, moving to the other side of his neck.

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"Didn't say that," he says, stretching a little. "Do you wanna stop?"

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"No," she says, and keeps it up for a moment before giving him a real kiss. "Hi."

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"Hi," he says back. "How're you?"

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"Good," she smiles. "You?"

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"Good." He uses one finger to trace her smile. "Sleep okay?"

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Aeryn kisses his finger. "I really really did."

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"Good. I did too," he replies, still tracing the smile. "Your feet are cold."

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"They are not," she says, and rubs one foot up against his leg just to prove it.

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"Are too," he says, trying to squirm away. "Like blocks of ice."

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"They'll warm up," she says. And does it again.

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"Because my legs are warm," he mock protests. "You're just using me for my warmth. Woe." And he tosses an arm over his eyes.

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"Something like that," she says, planting a light kiss on his arm.

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John grins and pushes himself up on his elbows so he can kiss her.

"You should always be this happy."

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It's rare, it really is. "You make me happy," she murmurs, bringing a hand up to touch his face.

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If possible, that makes his smile grow.

"Good. I kinda like you happy even though your feet are cold," he teases.

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Smiling, she presses her foot against the outside of his leg.

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"Gah," he squeaks, reaching down to grab her foot.

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She laughs, slinging that leg over his. If he's going to get her foot, he's going to have to work at it.

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Well, since she insists on being closer...

He uses the leg that's now over his to scoot closer until he's pressed against her.

"I don't think I'm gonna let you go to class," he murmurs. "You're my hostage. All locked up."

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"We do have some time," she says, sliding an arm around him.

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John winks at her.

"See, I knew you'd see it my way," he says, rolling so that she's underneath him. "Send you to class with an extra big smile, huh?"

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"Promises, promises," she says, smiling as she kisses him.

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"I always keep my promises," he murmurs, kissing her back and sliding a hand down her side to her waist. "You'll see."