Room 322, Tuesday afternoon

[sensitivejim]

It was Yay Tuesday. At least, it was supposed to be Yay Tuesday. However, even a perennial poor student like Jim could talk himself into or justify a Yay Tuesday the day before three finals.

So instead, he was studying.

And occasionally growling.

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[lovelylana]

Lana was studying herself for her last three finals - two tomorrow and one on Friday. She quietly made sure Jim's coffee cup was always filled and that he had sandwiches and sweets for munching on when he wanted.

And she tried not to breathe too much to distract him.

[sensitivejim]

Lana's very presence was distracting. Even more so when he started thinking about it, because then his senses kicked in, and then there was all that breathing she was doing . . . soft, warm breathing . . .

His pen skittered off the page for the hundredth time that day.

[lovelylana]

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Do you want me to go?"

[sensitivejim]

Jim shook his head. "No . . . it's not you." He resolutely tried to focus on his Engineering notes.