<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Relieved<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><strong>Brad</strong>(Elia)<br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Dorms, headed to room 115.  September 30, a little after Midnight<br/><hr/><br/>Bottle of booze?  Good fix for the storm in her head, but had consequences the following morning.  Hangovers sucked.  A good romp though, well that was golden.  All the feel good she needed no calling Ralph on the big white phone and gnomes with pick axes in her noggin.  Several things happened at once.  His cart went off the road and he made a noise she knew meant he wasn't looking at the screen.<em>Aaah victory</em>She turned to him with a smug little grin.<br/><br/>She didn't even try to escape his big hands.  Her remote followed his.  She had no little voice telling her anything about bad ideas.  Nope.  Her little voice just chanted<em>Go Aimee, go  Aimee, GO!</em>Her eyes met his, all green lights there my friend.  Her heart pounded in anticipation as her thighs spread to straddle his lap.  Her hormone clouded brain didn't cough up a witty response.  Instead she moved her hips in a slow, tight circle, grinding herself against his lap.<br/><br/><strong>"Heh.  I guess cheaters do win."</strong><br/><br/>She smirked and leaned in closer to him.  She didn't know his name.  Didn't really care either.  Sure, she'd probably heard it around the dorm, but what the hell did a name matter just then?  Oh yeah, she fuckin' loved hearing her partner moan in her name in the heat of the moment.<strong>"Name's Aimee in case you wanna moan it later."</strong>And with that, she nipped his full lower lip.