Room 303, Laaaaate Friday After the Girlkissy Party

[zetabetabrat]

So, kissing girls but not actually going any further with them? Not actually all that helpful in resolving restlessness, it needed to be said.

And Rebecca had -- somehow -- managed to get out of that party without bringing anyone back to her room. Yes, it shocked her too. So, frustrated, she returned to her room in the tiny shorts and tank top that

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[lockestheway]

Peter had spent the whole day trying to draft up a response to one of the short-sighted fools who'd commented on his latest Locke essay. He'd tried, but he couldn't do it.

It was the sexual frustration - he knew that. He'd just figured he could push beyond it to do what needed to be done. But apparently note - so that meant it needed to be fixed. Now.

And who could be an easier fix than Rebecca? They'd do it, he'd get the hell out, and then he'd be able to get back to writing and getting things done.

He knocked on her door, a little impatient.

[zetabetabrat]

"Yes?" Rebecca called, sounding... well, a little crazed. Damn you, missing earring. And lack of sex. Damn it aaaaall.

[lockestheway]

This was stupid.

"Do you have a minute?" Peter called.

[zetabetabrat]

Oh, thank god.

"Finally," Rebecca breathed, and she abandoned the earring to die a slow death under the bed as she hurried across the room to pull open the door.

In her tiny little pajamas. Braless. While breathing sort of fast. Hi, Peter.