<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YOd3ufh.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Sneaking into a boys dorm wearing sexy pajamas<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: sexy pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/zaObMlh.jpg) - Rubt Quartz Glasses<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Connor Almasy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Salem always felt like she was breaking the rules with Connor. It wasn’t fair. She just wanted to be close to him. Sure, it was every night,<em>‘right, sure, that probably would get in the way, if all of us could just sleep in whatever room we wanted to sleep in.’</em>Salem knew where she would be every night.<em>‘But, there’s the rub.’</em>The young female mutant’s mind was like that an elderly man sometimes,<em>‘Sure, I would be distracted by the boy… and the muscles, and the penis… But, I can barely sleep now unless he’s…’</em>Her mind wouldn’t let her finish the thought.<br/><br/>She was addicted to the soft thud of his heart as she faded to sleep. The level of intimacy they’d got to was shocking her, and it was still moving a bit too slowly for her lover. She could lay her head against him without her sunglasses or her visor on. The level of comfort that that gave her was unimaginable. He’d delicately run his fingers along her closed eyelids. It had only been once, and she could sense his hesitancy. But, it was the most purifying and gentle experience she’d ever had. She wanted it again.<br/><br/>So, her trek through the halls came and went like a breeze. It used to be scary, now she was just a girl walking down the halls, towards the boys rooms. If an RA wanted to say something about it, they would, but until they caught her, she wasn’t going to back down. There was a small overnight bag hanging from her shoulder. She found her boyfriend’s room and swung the door open. Closing it, locking it behind her, and exhaling.<br/><br/>She was more nervous than she thought.<strong>“Fuck, that’s exciting.”</strong>She told a small white lie to keep the mood right, in truth, all the running around through the halls in secret from the RA’s and the staff was making her feel anxious, not excited. But, the passing sensation was worth it. Her ruby quartz flashed around the dark room. It was hard to tell, in dim bedroom’s like this, she was very close to blind. But, she could tell that Piotr wasn’t in the room. Salem was wearing fairly innocuous pajama shortss that were far more socially acceptable than they ought to have been. She had chose them for a reason. She looked absolutely stunning. Her legs went on for days, and not a single inch were hidden behind the fabric. The round shape of her young pert ass popped out against the shorts, pulling the fabric tight. Her little tank top could hardly contain her body either. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra, and she definitely was wearing panties, they were black and sticking out from the waistline of her shorts. Her shirt said ‘meow’ and her tiny shorts had black prints of cartoon cat faces on them. She definitely looked her age.<br/><br/>Salem was toting her stuff toward Connor’s bed,<strong> “Hey.” </strong>She nearly tripped over a chair on the way and giggled, catching herself on the chair that had nearly toppled her.<strong>“It looks like Piotr is gone…”</strong>It was some what suggestive. Her eyes were adapting to the low light and she could see her nice hard man-boy on the bed.<strong>“Oh, ba-abe…”</strong>The joking phrase tone out of her lips like she was eating a piece of hard peppermint candy.<br/><br/>Her overnight bag rested on the chair and she pulled a small black device up to her face. Salem had smoked cigarettes at the orphanage, and she was working on quitting now in Xavier’s mansion. She’d taken up a vaporized method that she wasn’t proud of using, but the satisfaction from the rumbling coil and the hot flavor of the raspberry vapor was too good.<br/><br/>She exhaled and let the lipgloss type of flavor spill out into the room, a soft cloud above the bed as she sat down beside her man. Her hip was up against his, her hand on the other side of him. Salem leaned over Connor, smiling, her ruby quartz glaring softly from the lamp.<strong>“I swear, you get more muscles every time I see you.”</strong>She lowered her face down to kiss him right below his pectorals, on the ripples of hard body along his ribs.<strong>“Here.”</strong>Her wet mouth pressed against him and lingered silently.<strong>“I feel new muscles here.”</strong>Her lips started to move upwards, and she kissed him on his heart, above his nipple.<strong>“And here.”</strong>She was feeling especially sexy tonight. Her body was still moving up his, her breasts lingered gently along his abs as her lips worked upward. Her end goal was clearly a kiss on the lips, but she hoped that he would grab her and throw her on her back before she could get there.<br/><br/>That was always Salem’s goal really, to be thrown on her back before she got there.<br/>