holiday roommate date thing

He took a few moments to breathe. "Yeah..." he said, putting his beer down on the table. Damn, what a mood killer indeed. He wasn't going to let that break it, however, and he smiled, leaning into her, gliding a hand over her shoulder. "Yeah...," he repeated, and fell over her, kissing her as they collapsed together on the couch. A cough wouldn't ruin this.

Her face dusted pink slightly as Logan caused them both to fall down onto the couch, she returned the kiss in no time. The mood was back soon enough, at least in her opinion. She placed her arms around him enjoying the moment he created. She sort of pulled him closer, trying to increase the mood sorta.

Logan enjoyed the kiss for a few moments, a little blind to what to do next. His hand searched for a zipper to her dress, remembering how dresses worked, and found it. He eagerly unzipped it, passionately kissing her. Was this him? It surely didn't feel like him, but he had changed way too much over the past few months. He became more spontaneous, more open to new things. Going to France, playing pranks, talking to girls, kissing girls, making love to girls. This surely was new. This was a new him, and he liked it. Logan's lips traced down her neck as finished unzipping her costume.

Sophia eagerly returned every bit of passion in the kiss. She couldn't help but shiver slightly when he unzipped the dress. She felt a little sad when Logan's lips left her but, didn't complain when she felt them leaving tiny kisses down her neck. She let out a small noise when he hit a certain sensitive spot on her neck, but the noise she made didn't really sound like any noise at all. And this whole thing, she was used to. Though she never went to far, but she was fine with going far tonight. She was completely comfortable with this.

Logan stopped kissing her for a moment, stopping at her neck and looking up at her with green eyes. "Maybe we should go to my room," he said, fumbling with his pants, the button over the zipper. He was giving a look to the door, "People could come in, you know." And it seemed like just then that a muffled voice sounded from beyond the door. Logan didn't freeze like his body wanted to. Instead, he acted fast. The boy scooped up the girl bridal-style, surprised by how light she was, and thankful they hadn't taken off any clothes yet. They'd left the beer, but whatever; he shut the door with a kick just before whoever was there opened the front door.

He lay her down on the bed. "Sorry about that. I saved our asses, at least." Logan panted with the nerves of a close call. There were a lot of unnecessary interruptions, unlucky interruptions. Logan looked around his room, thankful he'd cleaned it up, and undid the button on his pants. "Where were we?"

Sophia, unlike Logan, froze when she heard the noises. She didn't really know what to do, good thing Logan acted fast. She let out a small squeak in surprise when he picked her up, and she sort of clung to him as he carried her. When she was placed on his bed she let out a small sigh of relief. While he was carrying her the straps to her dress managed to slip of her shoulders slightly.

Her heart thumped in her chest at a rather fast pace from the panic of almost being caught, but it soon settled. She kind of wanted to look around his room but she could only focus on him. "I think we were at the part where we throw our clothes to the floor." She said with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah..." He managed to get down his pants, stepping out of his jeans hastily. He put his shirt over his head, a little self-conscious of his body. He wasn't chubby or anything, but he wasn't ripped. He was a healer, not a fighter, and his fitness routine highlighted that. It was there that he stood in his boxers, and swallowed nervously.

Sophia could see the Logan was getting nervous about this whole thing. A frown crossed her features for a split second before turning back into a smile. She sat up and then stood up off the bed. She pushed her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Now he wasn't the only one in underwear, though she had two more pieces to be removed to his one. It was just a simple set of white underwear, nothing to great about it. She looked at him giving him a smile, ignoring the heat on her face from blushing.

Logan examined her, clearing his throat and trying his best to keep his neck still, trying his best to not look too creepy. She really was cute, in every aspect. She was blushing, and he walked forward to hold her. He put his index finger under her chin, lifting it to his face to give her a kiss, his other hand running down her back, brushing her underwear. The front of his body brushed against hers.

Sophia didn't think he was acting creepy in the slightest. He was just merely looking at her, probably taking in some details of what she looked like. She couldn't help but take in some details about him, it was just her artist side of stuff, mostly for if she ever wanted to draw him or something.. She looked up at Logan when he lifted her chin with his fingers. She returned his kiss, places her arms on his shoulders, allowing him access to more of her body, that her arms would have blocked sort of.

His hands traced down lower, taking her underwear with him, gliding across her pale skin smoothly as he took her in. He breathed in deeply, using his other hand to fiddle with the latch of her bra, the stiffness in his underwear growing more and more apparent. Calm down, slick. The plastic seal was something he'd never encountered before, hard to believe, and the boy found his other hand abandoning what had begun to form her butt, trying hard at it. It didn't seem to work too well, and he parted from her soft lips again, a nervous laughter silent as his face remained close, close enough for him to feel the heat off her, the beautiful focus of her eyes. "Can you help me here...?" There was no cool way to say it, but damn if he tried to find one.

Sophia had a small smile grow on her face when she felt he was fighting against her bra hooks. She knew that he would need help with it seeing how even using two hands he couldn't get it. The bra had won this round. She let out a small cute giggle when he broke their kiss asking for her help. "It's not that hard." She teased slightly. She removed her arms from her shoulders, and reached her hands behind her back. In one simple motion she unhooked it, and took it off, letting it fall to the floor with the other articles of clothing.

She seemed to do it so easily. Logan was almost amazed. "I knew that, I was just...um...testing..." And he pressed into her strongly, kissing her again with a sharp intake of air. He didn't know where he got this passion. It was just her cute laugh, the interval between everything. She was so human. He wanted her completely. He led her to the bed with a few steps, them standing at the edge. One hand traced under her panties, her last clothing, the other making circles around one of her breasts, teasing at her delicate skin before arriving at the center, rubbing lightly along the scarlet middle. His leg pressed against the midst of her thighs absent-mindedly, almost as if controlling itself.

Testing.. right... The spring girl slightly rolled her eyes at the comment keeping smile. Her arms returned to his shoulders as she returned the kiss, and the intense passion in it. She liked the fact that he seemed to know what he wanted, and also sort of knew how to please her. She sort of walked on the balls of her feet as they walked closer to the bed, she only knew it was the bed because she could feel the edge of it brush across the back of her legs. Though it was kind of hard to feel seeing how she was getting pleasure from him messing with one of her boobs, the gentle teasing touches were nice. When his leg went between her thighs she couldn't help but let out a small moan in response.

"Here, sit down..." He let her fall onto the bed softly. He carefully slid her underwear down her legs, admiring her as she was now completely naked. Save for gloves, of course. He took this opportunity to remove his own underwear, red with embarrassment as he sprung free from constriction. He spent the time undressing her, so it was only right that she saw him. He stood over her and threw the underwear aside, along with the scattered clumps of fabric that littered the floor in different places. It was strange, seeing it in so many places across the room. They'd moved around more than he thought. His mind was too cluttered, to clouded.