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Post by wes on Nov 25, 2010 4:31:19 GMT -5
How in all shades of hell had he managed to get through the morning? Wesley was still on something of a high following his nocturnal adventure at the hands of Sloane Taylor. The very expert hands, he had to admit! The highlight of the morning HAD to have been that Asian kid in English! Man, he'd made a serious hash of playing Iago! He'd had to repeat the line 'Do it not with poison. Strangle her in bed, even the bed she hath contaminated' three freaking times before the kid playing Othello had understood him! Too funny for words! Still, no way could Wes even attempt to speak the Asian's boy's language... Thai... Malay... "Whatever," he muttered to himself.
We had brought his own food in today, not wanting to risk the school crap again. Yesterday was the one and only time he'd do that! Instead he wandered outside in the hopes of seeing a familiar face. He felt 99.5% sure it wouldn't be Sloane's as she probbaly would keep her distance for no other reason than to make absolutely sure he realised last night had been casual. Hopefully not a one-off as he wouldn't mind getting with her again. Some time. If she felt that way inclined.
He found a bench that had escaped the notice of the rest of the outdoor diners and he dropped down. He slipped off his jacket and balled it to form a pillow which he promptly used, sprawling out on his back. Not having had much sleep - and coupled with the exertion - he was pretty tired today. Maybe a short snooze before he ate his lunch...
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 25, 2010 11:26:03 GMT -5
Her stomach actually growled come lunchtime and as always, cafeteria food was out of the question so Sloane ventured out of school grounds in hopes of getting better food. Heck, vendors sold better food than the cafeteria. She finally got a good bagel and cream cheese combo that included a drink and fries. Heading back to school with her fries half finished, she went to the back of the school to get a place on the quad that was usually packed with the kids who didn't even want to be touched by the cafeteria air.
There weren't a lot of empty benches but one held a sleeping student and Sloane thought it was big enough for two people. And besides, she would probably be gone by the time he woke up so she thought what the heck. Sitting down, she started on her bagel, taking sips of her drink alternatively in between bites. She didn't even bother checking the sleeping student but the hair did look familiar. And his stature. And his scent. All of a sudden I'm an animal, Sloane thought wryly at her sudden ability to make out scents.
Was it really the guy from last night? She decided not to bother him as she continued. It didn't take too long before she was done with her bagel.
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Post by wes on Nov 25, 2010 11:36:24 GMT -5
Wes had only been dozing lightly... Not really asleep so much as relaxed and enjoying the early October warm sunshine. He could hear the other kids around him... tlaking... laughing... the odd shout. And cars... The traffic wasn't heavy but he could still hear the odd engine. None of it was loud enough to really disturb him. Besides, Wesley Domaszewski was totally knackered. His left arm lay across his chest and his right trailed down to the grass. One knee was hooked up and his other boot hung over the end of the bench. A pair of aviator-style sun-glasses covered his eyes and so it was impossible to tell if he was trukly aspeel or just faking it.
He wasn't all that aware of the fact that he wasn't alone, stirring only when he heard the far nearer sound of paper being rustled. Even then he wasn't really awake. His trailing hand rose and Wes ran his fingers through his hair, yawning as he did so. His hand then flailed slightly above his head, contactibng with something soft, warm and un-yielding. Something that hadn't been there before.
He tilted his chin skywards and looked back and up... He frowned, trying to make out the upseide-down face while his slowly waking brain finished playing catch-up.
"Sloane?" he said in surprise. His hand was still on her thigh. After last night it seemed stupid to pull back in awkward embarrassment.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 25, 2010 11:47:22 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at the sudden hand across her bare thighs, Sloane turned and saw Wesley looking at her with surprise etched across his face. "What a coincidence." She took his hand and placed it on the bench beside her before turning to face him. Well, as much of his face was apparent over the table. "Sleepy? Whatever kept you awake last night?" She asked with a smirk.
Flashes of last night ran through her mind and the smirk turned into a genuine smile. She honestly had to stop thinking about that when someone was talking to her.
"Bagel?" She offered the half eaten bagel to the still lying down Wesley.
[OOC: Dang...too short sowie]
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Post by wes on Nov 25, 2010 12:14:24 GMT -5
It didn't faze him what so Ever when Sloane moved his hand. If anything that told him he was bothering her... and in a way she wasn't sure how to handle. That was good... right? Shit, he hoped so!
"Coincidence? Or were you looking for me?" he countered with an upside-down wink. "Between you and me I know that answer..." Of course he was teasing but she took life so freaking seriously! "And I reckon some hot chick kept me up all night." Wes emphasised one two lettered word for effect. "Is that cream cheese?" He wrinkled his nose. "Gotta watch thopse thighs, babe," he said with a broad grin. If she didn't want to watch them then he sure as well would!
Man, last night was HOT!
"Taco?" he offered, adding with a badly hidden grin, "... low fat... ya know..." If ever a fgirl didn't need to watch what she ate it was Sloan Taylor!
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 25, 2010 12:45:13 GMT -5
Tilting her head slightly, Sloane was torn between laughing and rolling her eyes at his bad attempt at a joke. She ignored it and chuckled when he inadvertently called her a hot chick and his emphasis on the word up. "You cheeky boy." She adjusted her skirt to reveal more of her thighs. "You watch them if you want. My thighs are awesome." She shrugged.
"Besides, as I recall, you were holding on to them for dear life last night." She grinned. "Please don't tell me you're a girl counting calories. Really." She joked with a roll of her eyes. "Will you please sit up here? I mean I know you like the view down there but really. People are watching. Restrain yourself." Chuckling, she took a big bite out of her bagel just to prove a point.
She crossed her legs under the table and waited until Wesley got up to the table. Reaching over the table, she slipped his aviators off his nose and looked at him with a well contained smirk. "You really didn't sleep much did you? What did you do, try to re-enact our time together alone at home or something? Didn't feel as good did it?"
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Post by wes on Nov 25, 2010 13:59:19 GMT -5
"Fuck no... I am totally wiped out," he admitted with a wry grin and as he ran his hands through his hair once more. Wes leaned on the table, propping his head up in his hands. "And would it piss you off if I said that I did re-enact our night? Like is that so bad?" he asked on a short laugh.
"Ok... gimme some of that bagel," he added and he reached over the table to snag it before Sloane could change her mind. "So... what time did you get home?" he asked as he took a bite and Wes fought back another urge to yawn.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 25, 2010 14:11:12 GMT -5
Sloane grinned at his honest admission. "I'm flattered you liked it so much." She shrugged and before she knew it, her bagel was in Wesley's hand. Ignoring that, she took a sip of her drink. "Late." She answered simply. Not late enough to get the stink eye from her mother, but she knew her brothers knew why she was late. They distracted their mother long enough to give her time to escape.
"And if you must know, you weren't the only one trying to get the feeling back. But I'm sorry it wasn't you on my mind." She teased. She did think of him. But he wasn't the only one on her mind while she chased after that toe curling sensation in her bed before she went to sleep.
She snatched back her bagel to get one last bite before waving it in front of Wes' mouth. Little did she know, Nolan was standing by the entrance, looking at the two together.
"I didn't get you into trouble last night did I?"
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Post by wes on Nov 26, 2010 4:53:06 GMT -5
"We-ell," Wesley drawled as he flooped down onto the table, chin resting on his hands . "There WAS one part... Ya know... when you had your feet up on the..." Oooh... you meant when I got home!" he said with a smirk. Sloane rolled her eyes. She really had perfected that art. "Nah... I made some excuse about running into someone who needed a hand. She took that to mean their car had broken down. Not my fault if she got it wrong... was it? Anyway, it was all good. Wel,, it *was* good until one of my brothers noticed my neck. I have to wash the jerkoff's car this weekend to keep his mouth shout!"
Well worth it in Wes's eyes and even knowing Sloane hadn't been thinking about him after they'd parted ways didn't really faze the Canadian. She'd made it clear there was nothing much between them - other than sex... really great sex - and he was fine with that.
"Are you gonna eat ALL that?" he asked with a pointed look at the remains of her bagel. Sloane's reply was to pop the last morsel into her mouth. He scowled.
"What are you up to this weekend?" asked Wes. "And no, I wasn't asking to meet up... just interested!" He had a feeling her reply would contain some comment along those lines!
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 26, 2010 7:31:32 GMT -5
Despite her eye roll, she was amused by Wesley's humor however juvenile it was. It just meant she didn't have to deal with an awkward morning after. It helped that she never felt it. Not even when she lost her virginity to her senior about four years ago. It kind of made things easier that way anyway.
"Why, is it so bad that were out with me all night? I mean...we could have just been making out...lost track of time..." her voice trailed before she realised something. "You did hide your condoms some place didn't you?" She asked, not worried, just curious.
She chuckled when Wesley scowled. "Oh did you want that?" The redhead offered him her fries. "Oh wait no...you count calories. Afraid your butt would look too big in those jeans right?" She feigned concern before finishing them off. "This weekend?" She gave him a dry grin. "I don't even know what I'll be up to after school." She admitted.
Although she was thinking of dropping by the game just to see the quarterback eat dirt. Or not eat dirt. Either way, she just wanted to see him even if it was just on the bleachers.
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