<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>Hot and Bothered<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, Midnight thirty<br/><hr/><br/>Seymore? Great now she was having a<em>Little Shop of Horrors</em>moment.  Yeah, she wouldn't be moaning that later.  No way she could without laughing.<em>Fuck me Seymore!</em>Nope.  Too much like 'Feed me Seymour!'<em>OMG why are you thinking about musicals right now?!</em>Thank goodness he brought her back into the moment with that lift and thrust.  She groaned softly, her hips happy to press her core against that steel rod in his pants.<br/><br/>Her abs tightened on a quick inhalation of breath.  The contrast of those big soft lips and his biting teeth sent hot little sensations coursing through her.  Aimee arched towards his lips.  She wanted to be unfastening his pants but her arms weren't long enough to reach without impeding his attentions.<strong>"I see you've done this before."</strong>She chuckled as her bra came loose in one quick flick of his wrist.<br/><br/>He might be disappointed when he got under her skirt and discovered the thong.  She'd not gone commando to class, though the thought had crossed her mind.  She tugged at his shirt, wanting more skin on skin contact.  Hell, she wanted to be naked.   Impatience won out and she finally moved enough to reach his pants and got busy working them out of her way.