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wesleynotponcy) wrote2011-10-27 12:37 pm
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Room 504, Thursday Evening
So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.
By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.
"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."
Yeah. Totally blushing.
[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.
"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."
Yeah. Totally blushing.
[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
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He was blushing now, hoping it wasn't completely obvious how much he idolized her but knowing almost for certain that it was.
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Him and Peeta. Her biggest supporters.
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Which meant a kiss on her neck, then a few more making their way across her collarbone.
"Just in the interest of certainty," he added in between kisses.
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"I will," he decided firmly, and resumed his explorations.
This might take a while.