Johnny Storm

Savannah was on her way back to her floor, when she decided to take a detour to see if Johnny was in. She couldn't stay long as she had to do a little studying about a certain spell she had cast, but saying goodnight wouldn't hurt.

Finding his door open, she tapped lightly on the door frame.

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He looked over and grinned slowly though he didn't get up off his bed, "Hey you..."

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"Hey yourself," she said with a smile, leaning against the doorframe since she hadn't been invited in. "Am I bothering you?"

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"Not at all and why are you still standing there? You don't have to be invited in Savannah; make yourself comfortable. My bed is nice if you want. I'll sit up..." He was grinning devilishly at her and moved to sit up just slightly.

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Savannah came in and sat down on the bed next to him. "I don't just barge into someone's room," she said with a grin. "You looked like you were deep in thought." She tilted her head at him. "What's up?"

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"Heeeey, it's just me," he said with a wink. "And okay, I guess I could have just been standing around naked, or my roommate could have been standing around naked...so I get the knocking."

Johnny didn't actually sit up, he only just reclined up on an elbow, and he pouted, "I forgot my own birthday."

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Savannah smiled at him and when he said what he did about his birthday, she leaned forward and kissed him gently. When she pulled back, she looked into his face. "Happy belated birthday." She lay her hand on his arm. "When was it?"

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The kiss was sweet and he smiled warmly, perhaps a little tiredly at her, "Thank you, baby." He reached over and took her hand that was on his arm and intertwined their fingers. "This last Wednesday."

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Savannah squeezed his hand and smiled at him. "Then we'll have to do something for you to celebrate."

She also made a mental note of the date to put in her calendar later.

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"We might have to plan that when I get back," he grinned. "I'm kind of skipping out in the morning and headed to DC for the week." He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it warmly.

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She liked it when she did that.

"Ahh. Then, when you get back, you and I will do something for your birthday." She moved a little closer. "What's in DC?"

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He gave her a crooked grin and brushed his fingers over her own, "Supercross, sweetheart. A convention and I'm in it. I can't wait; it's going to be so sweet. Wish you could be there to see me."

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"That sounds pretty cool. I wish I could be there to see you in it, too. You'll just have to tell me all about it when you get back, then." She gave him another soft smile. "If it's not too nosy of me, when are you leaving tomorrow?"

She didn't want to be too nosy or too pushy.

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"First thing in the morning, sweetheart. I won't get to see you again until next Saturday night, possibly even Sunday. Gonna miss me?" He leaned up closer to her and took a small little nibble from her chin.

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She got distracted when he did that.

""Hmm hmm," she said quietly. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you while you're gone."

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Ronan knocked hesitantly on Johnny's doorframe. He hadn't heard back after the message he'd left -- and he had finally realised that, hey, maybe something funky is going on with them, so he wasn't even sure that Johnny'd gotten it.

So, here he was, knocking, hoping that this didn't go badly like it could. "Hello?"

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Johnny looked over a little surprised to see Ronan standing there, but glad for it; he enjoyed his company, considering...

"Come in, Ronan," he said low, perhaps with slight hesitation. For some reason he had a hard time containing his inward feelings for the other boy. He chalked it all up to that one night, that one experience that had totally blown his mind.

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"Hey," Ronan said, stepping in. "I, uh. Did you get my phone message today?"

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He leaned up on an elbow, "No, I didn't Ronan. Sorry. I think maybe there was something wrong with the lines today. I got some freaked out voicemails today." He lifted the hem of his shirt, hooking a thumb there at his waistband. "Was it important?"

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Ronan considered telling him what it was about, but some instinct said not to. "No, not really; I was just asking a question, but I ended up finding out from somewhere else, and it's not really important and I'm starting to ramble." He stopped himself, hoping that Johnny bought the cover. "No, I was just coming down because... I'm not really sure why. Felt like something I should do, somehow."

He totally wasn't watching as Johnny lifted his shirt. Except for the part where he was.

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"What question was that?" He wanted to know if someone was talking about him, especially if it was flattering. And he did notice Ronan's rambling thinking it very unlike him. He cocked his head, staring, "I'm glad you did; nice having a bit of company every now and then. Besides, I'm sulking so you could totally cheer me up."

Sitting up just slightly, Johnny pulled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it to the floor. "Just getting comfy."

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Ronan shrugged. "It's not important. Just a..." And Ronan was very glad that wizards could lie, as long as it wasn't in the Speech. "A question about the camera I bought. Was having trouble with one of the functions."

His eyes went up and down Johnny's torso, very quickly, but perhaps noticeably if one was paying attention. "Hey, it's your room. Be comfortable if you want. What are you sulking about?"

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"Ah, well I hope you got it all straightened out." he said, willing to help if necessary.

Johnny was paying attention. Too many phone calls dealing with certain topics had left him feeling a certain eagerness that was not quick to dispell just by laying on his bed and trying not to think about it.

"I totally forgot my birthday. It was Wednesday. Who the hell forgets their own birthday?" He sighed and laid back on his bed, tired actually. But yes, still wanting someone warm pressed against him.

"I got to be getting to bed, Ronan." Johnny cut his eyes over at him, his expression unreadable. Or was it?

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"Your birthday?" Ronan said. "That sucks. Anything I can do to cheer you up? Or would you rather I just leave you to sleep?"

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Yeah, that was a hard question to answer.

He didn't either, he just scooted over on his bed which was an open invitation. He wasn't sure about it, but he didn't think, he acted on gut instinct.

(off to bed, you have full modding rights here to say what happened if anything. I won't be back until the 23rd! heee, vacation!)

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