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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 1:03:57 GMT -5
OJ wasn't necessarily the most perceptive person in the world, but he was able to recognize the signals he was getting from Miss Junko. He gently eased her onto another one of the end tables unoccupied by coffee. The arm not holding his dance teacher by the waist slipped under her knee, pushing her leg aside so he could get closer.
A little voice in the back of his head tried to warn him that this was a bad idea. It wasn't like they were in the privacy of Miss Junko's room, or in her dance studio, which was something like her personal space. This was a communal area. Other students would come in here for purely innocent reasons.
But gosh, Miss Junko had a way of smiling like that. And she always smelled really, really good...
Other students would want to read, perhaps. Since it was the reading room. Where there were books. And easy chairs. And... and...
Screw it.
"I have my methods," Andrew said before pressing his lips against Junko's. No one would ever have to know. The door was locked, after all.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 9, 2011 1:14:53 GMT -5
Vivian had woken up early and headed straight to the library. She wanted to do some reading on the wives of Henry VIII and especially Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour. In fact she was planning to check out some books and spend the whole day reading them in the comfortable reading room.
Now Vivian had all the books tightly pressed against her chest while she was walking quickly toward the room. Her heel were clicking quite loudly But she was hoping that no-one would be bothered, even though it was rather early. She giggled a bit. Who would be sleeping at the reading room when the school had perfectly good dormitories? She shook her head a bit as she finally arrived to the sixth floor.
Vivian friskily walked to the reading room door and reached her arm out to open it. To her amazement it was locked.
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Aug 9, 2011 1:24:48 GMT -5
Success. Triumph. Once again, Junko had pulled innocent little Andrew out of his shell and put him where she wanted him. Sometimes it required more effort (since he could be really thick sometimes), but it was always worth it in the end. And this was just what she needed after a stressful show like that. Coffee and good company.
But what was that noise? It sounded like the doorknob was turning. She broke away from the kiss, every muscle in her body tense. The door was still closed. Was there someone there?
Junko would have ended it, but Andrew started to kiss her on her neck, leaving her completely distracted and tingly all over. She'd been waiting for this for a long time, and she'd probably only imagined the doorknob jiggling.
She giggled. "Andrew, you get an A+," she told him in a low voice before kissing him again.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 9, 2011 1:33:26 GMT -5
Someone was definetly in there. She had clearly heard a female voice. She felt that this was a sligth annoyance. She couldn't go read at the dorm because her room mates were still sleeping and she didn't want to bother them and going outside would be crazy because it was very cold after all. And now it seemed like the reading room was also out of the list of possibilities. After a moment of pondering the strangeness of it all she decided to knock.
She placed her knuckles on the door and sounded three firm taps that seemed to echoe in the hall way.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 1:46:08 GMT -5
OJ had heard the doorknob jiggle, but he'd ignored it, hoping the intruder would go away and mind his own business. He hadn't seen Junko in a long time, and he didn't want anyone to interrupt this moment. He'd locked the door for a reason, after all. That should be an indication that whoever was inside wanted to be left alone.
But he couldn't ignore the knocks on the door. Three hits- knock, knock, knock. Each hit sent a shock of panic up his spine. He separated from Miss Junko hastily. It was what he had feared. Someone had caught him behind locked doors with his teacher. He racked his mind for an excuse.
Private dance lesson? Why not practice in the dance room?
Discussion about literature? This early in the morning? Yeah, right.
Catching up with an old friend? Well, stranger things have happened than a friendship between teacher and student. OJ could claim that Miss Junko was like a mentor to him. Hopefully no one would question it too much.
Trusting Miss Junko to make herself look decent, OJ walked over to the door. He unlocked it and opened it halfway. Ah, but it was only Vivian! He felt a bit of the panic that he was feeling trickle out of him. It still wasn't a good situation, but it was better than what he'd feared. "Vivian!" he cried, smiling a bit too broadly. "Good morning! You're up early!"
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Aug 9, 2011 1:51:14 GMT -5
The knocks on the door made Junko jump and squeak in surprise. But she quickly moved into place while OJ went to the door. Junko thrust herself back into her chair, straightened her clothes, smoothed her hair, and grabbed her coffee mug. Was everything in the right place? Was there anything incriminating about the scene?
She gasped. Her shoes.
Her brown suede boots were discarded meters away from her. She'd never be able to get to them and put them on in time. Oh well. She'd complain about a fictional foot injury. She was a dancer. Dancers got foot injuries all the time.
She began to sip at her coffee as OJ opened the door. From OJ's loud announcement, it was Miss Thornfield, OJ"s little friend. Junko wouldn't move. Vivian wouldn't be able to see Junko, not with OJ holding the door the way he was. Better to pretend she wasn't here...
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 9, 2011 1:58:57 GMT -5
Vivian was stammered. HAd she just walked in on OJ and... Miss Junko? She had definetly heard a female voice. "Oh good morning OJ. You are up rahter early too." She was still gripping her books.
She couldn't but notice the suede boots on the back ground but decided that asking about them would be incrediby insensitive and rude. "Well. I think I will have to find other place to.. read." An uncomfortable smile rose to her lips. The situation was really rather embarassing.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 2:09:01 GMT -5
OJ choked out an uncomfortable laugh. He'd never been in a situation like this before. How was he supposed to get out it with grace? And to make things worse, they had to be discovered by Vivian. Vivian was one of the students who actually used the reading room. Not that she'd probably ever want to use it again. Not now.
Fortunately, she'd realized why he was here so early, which saved him the trouble of telling some half baked lie. But it was still incredibly awkward, and the sooner he could end it (and get back to Miss Junko), the better.
He ran his fingers through his hair and determinedly looked everywhere except for Vivian's face. "We won't, we weren't- I mean, I wasn't-" Gah! He was a babbling mess! OJ stopped, and took a breath. Then, with a smile, he said, "We'll talk later, Vivian. I hope you enjoy your books."
He slowly closed the door, and, after waiting for a second, flipped the lock again. No more disruptions.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 9, 2011 2:13:23 GMT -5
Vivian gave a deeb sigh. At least the uncomfortable situation was over. She'd talk to OJ later but now she needed to find a good place.
After a moment she shugged and decided to use the sitting room. Surely that wouldn't have a couple of lovers in it. Vivian giggled a bit and left.
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