Rm 217 - Thursday afternoon

[fantastic_torch]

After recieving a certain phone message, Johnny wasted no time in getting a quick shower out of the way. He then proceeded to straighten the room mostly in an effort to contain the thin threads of self-control that linked his brain and his... lower half.

Damn, wasn't fifteen minutes up yet?

He was wearing a pair of faded jeans. And even that much clothing seemed awkwardly constraining.

The door was open.

[[ OOC: For one. And do I really need to say this is going to be NWS? Bow chicka bow bow. ]]

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[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah had managed to make it through class, but the last vestiges of her self-control were starting to slip as she hurried up to her and Johnny's room.

The door had barely shut behind her and she did a quick locking spell on her way to wrapping her arms Johnny and kissing him.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

His fingers instantly threaded through her hair, bringing her up closer against his body. It was not a quiet, nor chaste kiss that he lent her either.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah wasn't the least bit quiet as she pressed against him, her hands moving along his back. She needed this, needed him. This could be evident by how she started trying to pull at his pants with one hand.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Be far it from him to keep her from achieving that goal. He helped her and tossed his jeans aside before needing to help her with her clothing. "You are wearing far too much, sweetheart."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She agreed that she was wearing too much and reluctantly moved her hands away from Johnny so that she could help him remove her clothing. "Why does it take so long to get undressed," she muttered.

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He grinned, slyly. "I could help with that but then I'm thinking you wouldn't like your clothes ruined." Her shirt was off, and his fingers worked at her pants while he bent, kissing a hot wet path down her chest.

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She really could care less about her clothing at this moment. The concern for the state of her clothing was overridden by the need she was having to be naked against him right now. She whimpered softly, arching her back when he started kissing down her chest.

"Johnny..."