<strong>John Cooper (age 17) </strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"John," she says softly, "check  Sully's and Maria's-- you'll find them together, with Renault."  She unzips the hooded sweatshirt down over her breasts, a steady mechanical hum until it clicks open and free.  "I'll text Kumari..." she breaks back half a step, her stance casual, neck angled back and steps like a theatrically-hypnotized conspirator, until she locks eyes with John once again.  She steps into the adjoining bathroom, her running shoes softly echoing from hardwood floor to tile.  "It was a good run today," she says, "bet you could use a shower."<br/><br/>Her green tank top, and a black polyester piece of cloth that, upon inspection, looks to be a sports bra, tumble out the open door into her bedroom floor, skidding to a halt beside the ivory-colored wicker hamper, where sunlight falls across in slanted bars through the half-closed blinds.  A moment later, one long-fingered, freckled hand wraps around the wooden door and places her still-clean cargo pants at the edge of the hamper-- the slim, freckled arm delivering it casually and lazily.  "Don't leave your clothes on the floor, please?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Swallow as he watched the sports bra land near the hamper. Looking back to the door, he watched her hand come out and drop the cargo pants being dropped close to the rest of her cloths. She didn’t have to tell him twice. Moving close to a chair, John quickly took his jacket off, laying it across the seat before slowly pulling his t-shirt off. Looking to the door, he pulled the cloth over his tight abs, his lean chest wet from the run. Kicking his shoes off next to the chair, he was glad he hardly wore any socks. Unfastening his jeans, he slid them down his legs before laying them on the chair.<br/><br/>Moving to the door in only his boxers, “I don’t normally leave my cloths all over the floor…” he said. Standing in front of her, he slowly pushed his boxers down, his excitement obvious as he leaned back to throw them onto his other cloths.<br/>