<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/9049666/870full-daniel-bederov.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Conner Almasy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Getting ready for bed.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Salem Summers<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Conner smirked as he tossed his shirt aside stretched out.  A year of training had left him with a lean, powerful body, although he wasn't nearly as built as his roommate was.  Then again, there were only a handful of people in the world that could match up with the sheer size and power of Piotr, better known to many as Colossus.  And fortunately, Conner didn't have to.  In a fight, the young man known to some as Poseidon, relied much more heavily on his ability to manipulate water into shields, weapons, and even a form of armor, although he was still working on that particular trick.  So brute strength was hardly something that he used, although he was a decent enough fighter that he could handle that in a pinch.  However, for his own benefit, he had long ago learned to let Colossus go into a fight first and just follow the mayhem.  If they ever got into an actual battle, that was.  A year into his time here and he hadn't seen a fight.<br/><br/>But he had seen other things.  And one of those things was his girlfriend, Salem.  He had been attracted to her the moment he'd seen her when he had been asked to give her a tour.  But it had still been several weeks before he had the guts to ask her out.  And several weeks more before she had accepted his offer.  It had been slow going at first, but they'd grown steadily closer since then.  To the point that she often would stay the night with him when he could convince Piotr to find someplace else to stay for the night.  And given how relaxed Piotr was, that usually wasn't very difficult, so Salem often spent at least one or two nights a week with him, usually the weekends.  And tonight, it seemed, was going to be one such night.  Piotr was off doing whatever a 6'6" metal monster did and Salem was due any minute.<br/><br/>He thought back on the last two or three months since they'd started dating.  It had started out innocent enough.  Holding hands, hugging, the occasional kiss, all the basic stuff.  And while the hugs had grown long, the kisses more passionate and intense, they hadn't really gotten past that point.  It wasn't for his lack of efforts, that much was for sure.  He had pushed, sometimes to the point that she had gotten angry with him, but it had never really gotten much further.  Well, that wasn't entirely true.  She'd seen him without clothes on and occasionally, she'd ended up touching him, but she still seemed nervous about him seeing her naked or touching her.  It was truthfully very frustrating, but over the last month or so, he'd settled into the knowledge that when she was ready, they would do more.  He just hoped that it wouldn't be much longer.<br/><br/>Looking at the clock, he saw that she was due any minute now.  He was already ready for bed with no shirt and a pair of Little Mermaid pajama pants that she bought him as a joke and he'd actually taken a liking to.  And he knew that she liked that he wore them, or at least that's what he believed.  So he wore them regularly despite the jokes that he'd gotten from them.  And when she would finally knock on the door, she would find him wearing them and waiting for her with a smile on his face.