We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 05:05:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://c.o0bg.com/rf/image_960w/Boston/2011-2020/2015/10/31/BostonGlobe.com/Business/Images/151031_WALKER_jprents_8891x.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">All staff members, teachers, counselors, and administrators<br>will be housed here in the Guinevere Apartments.<br>Whilst the school year is in session.</span></em> </span><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Apartment Number:[/b]</code></pre></div><hr><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Jamison Clarke Staff Apartments</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">L I N K&nbsp; T O&nbsp; S T A F F&nbsp; O F F I C E S</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.0)</span></span></div><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Apt 1&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Julian Cartier</li><li>Apt 2&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li><li>Apt 3&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li><li>Apt 4&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li><li>Apt 5&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Félicité Mercier</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Apt 6&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li><li>Apt 7&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Hayden Sky</li><li>Apt 8&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Mackenzie Reign</li><li>Apt 9&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li><li>Apt 10 |&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Apt 11&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 12&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 13&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 14&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 15&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Artemis Fowl II</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Apt 16&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Amira Hensley</li><li>Apt 17&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 18&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 19&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;Open</li><li>Apt 20&nbsp; &nbsp;|&nbsp; &nbsp;open</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table><hr></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">LIST OF OOC/IC LINKS</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Whrt-new2.png)</div><hr><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">We Have Rights Too Game Map &amp; Links</span></span></em><br></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC LINKS: sheets, announcements, casting couch, paper trails, etc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;GM announcements and Events schedules&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247302.0)<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>WHRT discord: For your plotting needs (https://discord.gg/ZPYrb9zs)</li><li>WHRT: OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246260.0)</li><li>WHRT: Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.0)</li><li>WHRT: Master list (names, genders and sexualities ABC's) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247893.0)</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Paper Trails: Shipping threads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246514.0)</li><li>In.Queery.Y: Casting Couch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247002.0)</li><li>Face Claim and Game Stats (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247304.msg15684853#msg15684853)</li><li>WHRT Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246259.0)</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OTHER IN CHARACTER THREADS FOR POSTING NOT ON MAP</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>L I N K&nbsp; 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Please use code when PMming. CLICK (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12172595#msg12172595)</div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">●</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>GUINEVERE STAFF APARTMENTS:</strong></span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246577.0)<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">APARTMENTS</div><div class="spoiler_body">A list of apartments and availibility. Please use code when Pmming me. CLICK (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246577.msg12187030#msg12187030)</div></div></div><br>▲ <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>ADMISSIONS OFFICE:</strong></span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.0)<ul class="bbc_list"><li>Admissions office</li><li>Staff offices</li><li>Counselors offices</li><li>Medical Staff Offices</li><li>Offices of student activities</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><br><br><hr><br><br><br><strong>You may modify the code and the options in bold as you see fit.</strong><br><br>Photo floating on the right:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Other:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br>Photo floating on the left"<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 02:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stealth and Sneaky<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7-8pm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lea (ajtrue)<br><hr>Shane had managed to catch a decent nap after the hangover of the previous evening. Waking to a missing migraine she stretched and lazily picked up her phone to glance at the time and the text message from Lea. Frowning as it was almost 7 in the evening and she had yet to receive a message from her favorite person in the whole world. Shane sat up in her bed, groaning as she rubbed her eyes and picked up her phone again swiping her thumb across her messages. Nothing from Lea, or any new numbers and that's when it hit her. Lea didn't have her new cell phone number it had been a few years since she had seen her last. <strong>"Fuck."</strong> Scrambling out of bed, Shane noted that Ebony wasn't in the room he was probably off doing something illegal according to Jamison Clarke standards. <br><br>Rummaging through her drawers, Shane grabbed underwear (boxer briefs), a sports bra, a black tank top and her most comfortable jeans. A towel in her other hand and she entered their bathroom and quickly woke up with a hot shower before drying off, brushing her teeth applying some light eyeliner and getting dressed. Glancing at herself in the mirror noting that something was missing. Grabbing one of her many hats, she placed the baseball leather cap on her head and grinned. Perfect. <br><br>Opening the door to her room she peered her head out slowly and made sure no one was in the halls. Walking quickly and with purpose towards the dean's office. As quiet as a mouse, she knew the man would not be in his office at this time. Besides, what she needed was the student and faculty files for Jamison Clarke. Those were just outside his private office in the administrative office building. Casually Shane walked passed the clouded doors taking a sideways glance to make sure no one was inside before she double backed, made sure no one was coming and used her credit card to jimmy open the door. The click and a slight push and Shane went through the doors closing them gently behind her before she ducked down and crawled over the filling cabinets with everyone's records. Finally finding Lea's file she opened it and using her cell phone light she scanned it find her apartment number. 5. With a grin she went to put the file back in the cabinet but something caught her attention. <em><span class="bbc_u">Sexual orientation:</span> Claims to be straight. See file for possible counter arguments.</em><br><br>Shane's eyes went wide, not bothering with her file any longer. Instead, she placed it back in the cabinet and decided she'd bring that up to Lea herself. Besides the last thing she wanted was to get caught in the admissions office after hours. A rattle of the doorknob made Shane duck under the nearest desk, shutting her phone off and praying that whoever it was would go away. Thankfully it was only the security guard, the moment he walked away from the door and continued to monitor the halls, Shane breathed out and slowly crawled away from under the desk. She waited 5 minutes to give the man a chance to make it to the next floor before she even dared to open the door and exit. <br><br>Freedom finally came when the brisk night air was hitting her in the face as she kept to the shadows and made her way towards the staff apartments on Campus. Shane wasn't going to risk Lea's job for this lucky for her the brunette knew those staff apartments well. It wasn't her first time visiting a staff member. Last term it was a reformed lesbian. Yeah right. Shane showed her reformed over and over again. So instead she counted from the entrance on the east side, two windows per apartment finally her eyes landed on the windows for apartment 5. Glad that her friend was on the first floor Shane hid behind the bushes and peered inside, the curtains were drawn but there was a slit enough that close up Shane could see her friend. With a grin, she tapped the window and waited patiently with a smile for Lea to let her in. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 06:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The bath had helped. While the school staff apartments were not exactly the height of luxury and comfort, they did at least boast private bathrooms with tubs. The tubs were the old claw foot ones. Not the new models made to look old. Actual old claw foot tubs. The kind that were deep enough to sink into. With ornate fixtures and character. Félicité had fallen in love with them at first sight.<br><br>They took up at least eighty percent of the space in the little bathrooms but in her decided opinion, they were worth every square inch. She didn’t know if it was her location on the first floor, closer to the buildings facilities, or just simply that the building boasted an exceptionally sized water heater, but she <em>always</em> had copious amounts of hot water too. It was heaven.<br><br>And just what she needed after the day she’d had. First the grading of those papers, then her encounter with Shane – something that was still causing her a bit of worry – then fending off the advances of one of the mathematics professors. He’d cornered in the back hallway again. The man had wandering hands and a look in his eye that reminded her of a predator.<br><br>The bath had been for more than relaxation. <br><br>Now, after having spent almost an hour and a half soaking in her favorite vanilla peach bath salts, she was ensconced in her favorite overstuffed chair, Debussy was playing softly in the background while she read from her well-loved 1816 copy of <em>’Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field.’</em> Beside her sat a pot of her favorite Orange Blossom Tea in a little cozy, a cup as yet unpoured while the tea steeped.<br><br>All in all, it was a perfect Saturday evening. So why did her eyes keep straying from the page to stare unseeing at the small faded rug that covered the hardwood floors of her apartment’s small livingroom? Félicité’s thoughts were tangled as she played absently with the fringe of the lap robe tucked around her bare legs. Leaning back she let the book fall neglected in her hand to her lap and worried at her lower lip with her teeth.<br><br>She was going to have to find some way to contact Shane again. The girl was obviously not taking any of the history classes she was teaching or they would have run into one another long before now. And she couldn’t exactly march into the office and demand the girl’s contact information. That would set off alarms and invite questions she didn’t want to answer. <br><br>But then again, she couldn’t simply abandon Shane. <br><br>Her fingers moved from playing with the fringe to playing with her hair. Propping her elbow on the high back of the <strong>chair</strong> (http://imageresizer.furnituredealer.net/img/remote/images.furnituredealer.net/img/products%2Flancer%2Fcolor%2Fhomespun%20lancer_1415-savannah%20ecru%20black-b0.jpg?scale=both&amp;width=500&amp;height=500&amp;f.sharpen=25&amp;down.preserve=0), Félicité let her head fall back to rest against the fabric, her thoughts running a mile a minute.<br><br>So when the tap came at the window, it caused her quite a fight. She startled, her body jolting and sending the book sliding to the floor. Immediately she jumped to her feet to retrieve it.<br><br>“<em>Merde!</em>” The expletive slipped from her lips quietly but with fervency as she snatched it up and quickly inspected it for damage. 1816 copies of <em>Marmion</em> in good condition weren't exactly littering the ground these days. Or at least they weren't once she retrieved her copy from the floor boards.<br><br>Having picked up the book and assessed there was no damage, her eyes skated around her apartment, looking for the source of the noise. Gently she closed the book and placed it on the sofa that rested at an angle to her chair. Then she quietly tiptoed toward the door and looked out the peephole. Into an empty hallway. Hmm. Well that was good one supposed. She wasn’t exactly dressed for company. Félicité’d only bothered to pull on her favorite, old, men’s shirt. It was super soft and worn in. One of the reason's she'd nicked it from her former fiancé's closet when things had ended despite the memories associated with it. The shirt covered all the pertinent parts but was far from appropriate for visitors.<br><br>A frown pulled at her brows. Empty hallway. There had definitely been a knock... She turned, looking back into the apartment . Her gaze skated over the disrupted scene. The chenille lap robe lay abandoned at the foot of her chair in a heap. <em>Marmion</em> was settled on the couch haphazardly and even her small tea pot in the cozy was knocked askew. The sound replayed in her head and her gaze went to the covered windows. The noise that startled her hadn’t really sounded like someone rapping on wood now that she thought about it.<br><br>As she walked, Félicité unconsciously leaned over, adapting a stealthy gait toward the window. She leaned into her progress, trying to peer through the small sliver of darkness visible between the fabric of the curtains while staying mostly hidden. Her steps were soft, tiptoed, as she made her way toward the window. Once there, she placed her body to the side of the sliver opening and then slowly threaded her fingers into the gap, pulling it open farther by just a hair.<br><br>At first she saw nothing more than the campus landscape covered in shadows as clouds rolled slowly across the moon. Then her eyes adjusted a bit to the darkness after the muted light of her apartment. Or perhaps the girl just moved into her line of sight. Whatever the cause, suddenly Félicité spotted Shane smiling at her on the other side of the window.<br><br>“<em>Mon dieu!</em>” Félicité gasped, one hand going to her breastbone as she reared back in shock. Barely a moment passed before Félicité was frantically slipping between the curtains and the wall, trying to keep light from spilling out and illuminating the girl as she threw open the lock and lifted the sash of the window.<br><br>“Shane!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Planting her hands on the window sill, Félicité leaned out and looked left then right. “How did you find me?” she queried in a distracted voice as she made sure none of the campus security guards – or anyone else for that matter – had spotted the girl standing outside her window.<br><br>“<em>Entrez, entrez</em>” Félicité murmured, waving her hand in a gesture to match. <br><br>There was a hedge row of bushed beneath her window, something that ordinarily Félicité liked. Just at the moment, it was an impediment however. She watched Shane plant her hands on the window and nimbly hop up with dexterity. Thinking to help stable the girl, she curled one hand around Shane's upper arm.<br><br>But whether her move surprised the other woman or perhaps just knocked her off balance, the move sent Shane rolling through the window.<br><br>“Oh!” Félicité gasped, the motion unexpected, causing her to attempt to stumble backwards out of the way. Only sadly, she didn’t released Shane’s arm and the action caused her to pull the girl even farther off balance. In the end, they both tumbled - Shane forward, Félicité backward. In the end, Shane landed on top of Félicité and the air left her chest in a wheezing exhale.<br><br>At least the curtains saved Félicité's head from smacking into the hard wood of the floor. Instead, the sturdy fabric managed to remain taut her head sliding down the fabric until it came to the end and slipped free. The motion did however, managed to flip the blond woman's hair over into her face as she finally came to a stop. <br><br>For a moment, Félicité just lay on the floor, her chest heaving from the excitement. She reached up and pushed the hair up her forehead a soft “Goodness!” slipping past her lips as she looked up into the face of the girl over her.<br><br>“Are you alright?” she asked, lifting one leg to brace her foot on the floor as she reached with her free hand to touch the girl’s shoulder?<br><br>It seemed silly question considering they lay in a heap on the floor, practically cocooned between the curtains and the open window. Félicité had a sudden worried thought that all the noise might have attracted attention. With her hand still resting softly on Shane’s shoulder, she arched her back and tipped her head all the way backward on her neck trying to see the door of her apartment. The move brushed her chest against the woman straddling her but Félicité was looking and listening intently.<br><br>It would not go well for either of them if someone caught them thus. </span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 08:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stealth, Sneaky, confused, turned on.<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7-8pm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lea (ajtrue)<br><hr><br>Shane was peering through the little amount of curtain she could to gaze at Lea. And immediately it turned out to be a horrible mistake. The woman stood up so quickly when she heard Shane's tapping on the window that she lost her robe in the process. At first, Shane covered her mouth and snickered, but the moment her baby blues caught site of what her mentor was wearing the laughter stopped. Her jaw went slack and she stared at Lea almost pressing her nose to the glass. Felicite was clothed so to speak, but it wasn't something that Shane had ever seen her in. Indecent was the right word for it and not meant to be seen by anyone other than a lover. The large men's t-shirt was worn and had holes in all the right places. She could easily see Lea's lower back and spine along with bits of her right shoulder. <br><br>Shane felt her heart speed up as she pressed her face closer to the glass watching Lea go to the door. The brunette frowned, as Lea looked out through the peephole. A whimper practically escaped her lips as her eyes traveled downwards, watching as the fabric of the t-shirt barely covered her bare legs. Licking her lips Shane completely forgot to alert her friend that she was at the window. But once Lea turned around she ducked, cursing as if caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her heart raced and she wondered if perhaps she should leave instead, her thoughts were turning rather lewd in nature towards her friend. <br><br>Before she could make up her mind, either way, a slither of light flooded the bush in front of her and Shane puffed air from her lungs now standing up and smiling as she blocked the light from her apartment. <em>Hi</em>, she mouthed out and pointed to the bottom of the window, gesturing her to open it. Shane nodded with a grin as her blond friend finally figured out it was her at her window. Shane suddenly feeling like Shakespeare's, Romeo. Licking her lips and trying to rid herself of those thoughts. <br><br>The window was finally opened and Felicitie's questions would have to wait. Quickly like a cat, Shane used her skating skills to climb over the window. The brunette didn't lack balance but Lea's hand on her shoulder and the way she touched her made Shane lose her balance. Down they both went before Shane could break her fall with her own foot she was now laying on top of her mentor with the silk curtain that billowed above them. Shane felt the connection with Lea, heard the wind practically get knocked out of the blond woman, which caused her to wince in pain for her. Her hair on her face made Shane reach as she helped her clear her face gently using her fingertip to push the hair aside. <br><br>The shock of the fall and the closeness of their bodies had Shane rooted to the spot. Lea's concern for her didn't help matters as she touched her shoulder Shane ran her thumb along Lea's cheek holding her face in her palm. Her other hand was on the other side of the blond as she now shifted attempting to get up but wondering if that's what Lea wanted who was now looking towards the door. Or trying to for that matter. <br><br>Shane whimpered in response, gasping she shifted her weight to her hand that was on the floor and laid between Lea's legs before she realized that one of the blond's legs was up against the wall to brace them both. <strong>"Are <em>you</em> ok?"</strong> She had broken her fall, and Shane now ran her hand behind Lea's head, the proximity of her breasts pressed against Shane's chest didn't go unnoticed. <br><br>The brunette's heart raced, biting her lips as he bright blue eyes gazed down at Lea's lips.<strong> "I didn't mean to frighten you. I... I'm sorry.." </strong>She apologized, Shane rarely apologized but she found herself apologizing now. Her eyes drawn to Lea's lips as she now averted them to look into her mentor's eyes. <br><br><strong>"Ugh..."</strong> the brunette breathed out and rolled of Lea away towards the wall. The smooth and sophisticated Shane could handle herself in these types of situations wasn't happening. Clearly she hadn't thought this through as she was now pinned on her side between Lea and the wall she chuckled and shook her head. Her face resting on the crook of Lea's neck as she gave another muffled apology. <strong>"I'm sorry... we should shut the window."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 08:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Shane made a small sound. Félicité thought it almost sounded like a whimper and it drew her attention back to the girl. Letting her shoulders drop, she looked into the face above hers. There were shadows playing over the features and they were surprisingly adept at covering up the girl’s expression. Félicité's eyes traced the contours visible trying to discern the expression playing on the planes and hollows of Shane's face but it remained inscrutable. The concern in her voice as she stroked the back of Félicité head however, evaded the wily darkness well enough.<br><br>It took a moment for Félicité to figure out what exactly Shane's intent was with her stroking. The motion distracted her. The feeling of Shane's fingers cupping her head caused her mind traveled to places it should not. Not with a student and not at a place like Jamison. Félicité's tongue flickered between her lips, wetting the lower one as she tried to marshal her muddled thoughts and regain some control. Then the pink tip of her tongue disappeared back inside her mouth, lips left slightly parted as Félicité's breath panted lightly past them. <br><br>She wished she could blame her lack of clarity on a head injury. Her behavior would have been so much easier to explain if she'd cracked her skull against the floor. But she had not even that flimsy excuse to cling too. Shane was speaking to her, asking questions and Félicité knew she needed to answer. Respond in some way that would reassure Shane she was okay. Only Félicité suspected perhaps she really wasn't. And wouldn't be again for a very long time. Her head tipped, her eyes skating to the side.<br><br>“Ahhh,” Félicité answered rather noncommittally. The word was vague but it offered at least some form of acknowledgement to the question on her well being. No it didn't provide any sort of accurate or relevant answer. But it was the best she could muster at the moment. The rough material of Shane's pants were abrading the sensitive skin of her thighs. The feel of it was not altogether unpleasant and it was very distracting. Félicité fought the urge to slide one leg upward along the material. To curl her heal around the girl's back and pull her into closer contact.<br><br>She swallowed, suppressing the urge. Instead the hand not resting lightly against the bare skin of Shane’s shoulder reached out and found the wrist of the arm Shane had braced near her ear against the hard wood of the floor. The other woman was obviously trying to keep some of her weight off Félicité. <acronym title="Pity"><em>Pitié</em></acronym> whispered a small part of her brain. Félicité ruthlessly suppressed the thought. Even with Shane bracing, there were enough pieces of their bodies pressed together Félicité had to consciously suppress the shiver that wanted to dance up her spine.<br><br>Félicité’s fingers curled around the muscle, bone and tendons wrapped in the soft, warm skin of the younger woman’s arm. It was likely her imagination, but Félicité fancied she could feel Shane’s pulse racing under her hand at the wrist.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, her breathing becoming more rapid without her consent. Between the cool air skating up her legs and the contrasting heat of Shane pressed against her, Félicité could feel her nipples hardening under the shirt she wore. A flush painted her cheeks and she fought the urge to look back into Shane's face.<br><br>And then Shane was gone, no longer hovering above her. The hand that had been curled around Shane’s wrist dropped to rest lightly against her abdomen, rising and falling with each breath she took. Perhaps if she pressed the hand there, the queer feeling that was roiling in her stomach would stop? The other arm, by nature of Shane’s movement, was curled around the girl. Almost in a half hug. Félicité didn’t let herself recognize how nice it felt to have the girl tucked up against her.<br><br>Instead she took a deep breath. And then another as Shane’s words vibrated against the skin of her neck. Félicité squirmed. Her second foot drawing up to rest on the floor as her thighs rubbed against Shane's leg sprawled between them ever so slightly. The fingers of her hand curled into the fabric of the shirt.<br><br>The window! Yes of course!<br><br>“Yes!” Félicité said in an almost embarrassing rush as she grasped for something to take her mind of her current position. Sitting up she carefully extricated her arm from around Shane without making eye contact and started babbling.<br><br>“The window. <acronym title="Of course!"><em>Bien sûr! </em></acronym> We should close it. It is a very chilly evening. <acronym title="Yes, yes."><em>Oui, oui.</em></acronym>”<br><br>Félicité pushed to her knees and reached upward, the movement drawing the hem of her shirt upward far enough to expose the rounded swells of her bottom tucked demurely in the cotton panties she's pulled on after her bath. <br><br>“And the noise you know,” she continued, her accent heavily coloring her words. “We would not want anyone to hear. <acronym title="Isn’t that so?"><em>N'est-ce pas?</em></acronym> <br><br>She heaved on the window frame and pulled the glass sharply down. It closed with an unfortunate clatter that still somehow managed to make her jump even though she had been expecting it. Her toes curled at the sound. A small sign of embarrassment she hoped Shane did not notice. <br><br>With a single, negative shake of her head, Félicité pushed to her feet, rubbing the palms of her hands together as she stood. Although she didn’t consciously realize it, she avoided looking at Shane where she lay pressed against the floor and wall. Félicité just needed... something. A little time and distance to pull herself together.<br><br>“Tea?” She chirped, asking her somewhat unexpected guest in a voice that made Félicité want to wince. Still. She rushed off toward the little area that served as a small kitchenette in her apartment to get another glass.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 09:01:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stealth and Sneaky<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7-8pm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lea (ajtrue) <strong><em>[closed]</em></strong><br><hr>It didn't help, Felicite's answer, not one bit along with her hand wrapped around Shane's wrist caused Shane to roll off her and make the decision of going the wrong way. Now wedged between Lea and the wall beneath the window. She was silently berating herself. There was a moment there a moment where time seemed to stand still and Shane was drawn towards Lea in a way she had never thought possible. Maybe it was a trick of the light, Lea wasn't looking at Shane the way she was. Her breathing was more labored, it had to do with Shane pressing against her. The fall! The excitement of Shane sneaking in! But that moment that moment bore into Shane deeply and her subconscious got the better of her when she rolled off Lea and noticed the subtle perk of her nipples against her ragged t-shirt before she Shane hid her face against the blond's neck and scolded herself. <br><br><em>Get it together Harris. She's your friend, your mentor! You're damn life-house in a storm! Don't fuck this up now with warm feelings in your lady parts. </em><br><br>Even as her face stayed nuzzled into the crook of Lea's neck. Mumbling a safe offer of shutting the damn window Shane's heart raced. Lea's arm curled around her in a safe embrace wasn't helping the situation. It was almost as if she didn't want Shane to pull away.<br><br><em>Damnit, Shane! It's all in your damn head! You're a damn kid compared to her! Fuck.</em><br><br>Lea's movement with her foot made Shane all to aware of her bare thigh pressed against Shane's leg. Swallowing hard her breathing sped up before Lea finally sat up and Shane almost stayed in that fetal position against the wall, almost. <br><br><strong>"Mhm." </strong><br><br>She agreed with her about the noise, not daring to say anything else. Finally opening her eyes to look ahead and seeing nothing but bare feet and legs. Licking her lips Shane looked up slightly and the moment she did it was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life. Her eyes went wide her jaw slack and another whimper escaped her lips as Lea stood up and she could see everything her blond friend was doing in detail. <br><br>Shane's heart raced at the sight of her cotton white panties and the slight peak of the bottom of Lea's breast hidden in the shadows of the long t-shirt. Her hand itched to reach up and drag along her legs. She had to suppress of wanting to tug at Lea's panties and pulling them down. <br><br>The window latching made her jump and brought her back to reality. Shane's hand was gripping hard at her own jeans biting her bottom lip hard in protest. Gasping as Lea finally walked away towards the small kitchenette. <br><br>The brunette paused a moment before she gingerly crawled up and pulled herself up to standing. Shaking it off, her hat was missing in action and her hair was messy as she sauntered over to the kitchen. <br><br>Lucky for Shane she was female because if she did own a penis, it would be creating a bulge in her jeans. Cock-aimed-and-ready. So to speak. <br><br>However, the student placed her elbow on the counter and watched the teacher a bit too lewdly as she rested her chin on her hand and sighed. <br><br><strong>"When did you get so beautiful?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 06:13:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Félicité busied herself with pulling the metal kettle from the back burner of the stove and filling it with water. There was a steady rhythm to making tea, soothing and well known. Félicité could easily concentrate her attention on it without actually having to pay actual attention to what she was doing. Which was a good thing as Shane pushed off the floor and sauntered in her direction.<br><br>Félicité turned her back on the girl and depressed the little latch that would open the spout of the tea kettle. She pulled up on the handle of her faucet and let the sound of running water cover the sounds of Shane moving closer to the kitchenette. Félicité also used the motion to press her eyes closed tightly, taking a deep breath she hoped the other woman wouldn’t notice. <em>Deep breath in, long slow breath out.</em> The words, ones she’d learned in her therapy sessions before arriving at Jamison, passed through her mind and Félicité willed her body to comply with them.<br><br>Her concentration was fairly successful right up until the concentration on her breath made her lose track of the hot water and tea kettle. When her shoulders dropped on an exhale, the metal moved just far enough to splash Félicité’s fingers with hot water from the tap. She gave a small gasp and jerked the scalded finger and tea kettle out of the stream. Her eyes pressed together again, this time in embarrassment.<br><br>“<acronym title="Jesus Christ"><em>Jésus Christ</em></acronym>!” The heated expletive was murmured under her breath as Félicité threw a small smile over her shoulder at Shane. 'Nothing happening here,' that smile tried to say, 'everything normal, I'll be right there.' The chances she was able to sell that sentiment were small but she felt driven to do <em>something</em> to cover her sudden clumsiness in Shane's presence. Was there to be no end to her absurd behavior tonight in front of the girl?<br><br>She turned off the tap and carried the kettle to the stove once again. Then reached out to turn the knob and start the water heating.<br><br><em>"When did you get so beautiful?"</em><br><br>The words made Félicité’s hand tremble as she reached, just a slight wobble and she swallowed hard. A small sound escaped her, like the first breath of a laugh only softer. Unsure what to say, Félicité just clicked the knob into place and dropped her hand. For lack of anything better to do, she reached up and tucked her loose blond locks behind one ear, glancing to the side where Shane was leaning against the small amount of Formica that passed as her work surface in the kitchen. <br><br>Félicité flashed another shy smile at Shane to acknowledge the girl’s words but said nothing. She couldn’t speak to them. There was something dangerous about those words in this moment. Instead she took as step to the right, a step away from Shane and busied herself reaching up to open the wooden cupboard.<br><br>The small cupboard was where she kept all of her glassware. Rocking up onto tiptoe, Félicité reached past the plates and bowls on the first shelf. Past the tumblers and drinking glasses on the second, and all the way up to the third where she kept the glasses from her tea set. The delicate china cups and saucers had been a gift from her grandmother. They were one of her most precious treasures and they'd been through a lot with the young french emigrant. Suddenly they were a treasure she felt an urge to share with Shane.<br><br>With the fingers of one hand braced gently on the counter, Félicité stretched, leaned and balanced on the toes of one foot as she sought to grasp a tea cup and saucer securely. One foot left the floor. The move pulled at her T-shirt again, dragging the material upward but Félicité didn’t notice as her fingers finally found purchase and she dropped back to flat feet on the floor with a triumphant smile and a delicate cup in hand. Carefully it was settled on the counter top and then the move was repeated. This time, Félicité came back with a saucer.<br><br>“They were a gift from my <acronym title="grandmother">Grand-mère</acronym>," she said, flashing another small smile at Shane. “The whole set actually.” Then she moved back toward the seating area to retrieve the matching tea pot and refresh the tea. In the small space allotted between the tiny refrigerator and the end of the counter where Shane stood, Félicité turned ever so slightly, passing her body through the limited space with her shoulders turned sideways.<br><br>The move, intended to give her clearance, helped a little, but Félicité’s breasts still whispered across the exposed skin of Shane’s arm, abrading her nipples ever so slightly. Félicité’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth as she pressed froward as quickly as possible. The tea pot sat a safe distance across the suddenly small main room of her apartment. Félicité concentrated on suppressing the shiver that wanted to have her toes curling while she used that distance to her advantage.<br><br>For a moment, she fiddled with the cozy, slipping it off and leaving it behind, something she ordinarily would never do. But she needed an extra moment to gather herself. On the way back, Félicité was much more careful entering the kitchenette. Deliberately she pressed her back against the cold metal of the refrigerator, pulling her shoulders back as far as possible. The move stretched the thin fabric of her shirt over her chest but there was no help for that. The move made it possible to whisper past Shane without any physical contact. Although Félicité swore she could feel the heat radiating from the girl's arm. She really needed to retrieve additional clothing! <br><br>Félicité was however, unwilling to brave the small exit again until the tea was finished and they <em>both</em> moved. Perhaps once Shane was settled on the couch? Distraction she decided was the only way to save her sanity.<br><br>“So tell me of your time at Jamison.” Félicité asked the girl, giving her a small encouraging nod as she turned her back and moved to dump the old tea from the china tea pot and pull new leaves from the cupboard where she had them stored.</span></span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 12:28:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stealth and Sneaky<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM till ??<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lea (ajtrue) <strong><em>[closed]</em></strong><br><hr>Before Shane even got to the kitchenette and leaned on that counter watching his mentor with dirty thoughts running through her head, Lea had managed to burn herself slightly and the girl was entirely so stuck on one train of thought she hadn't noticed just yet. <br><br>The only thought that crossed her mind was Lea's way of cursing which led Shane to think she was probably in the midst of changing her mind about something or forgetting an important ingredient. <br><br>Tea. Water. Sugar. Simple ingredients. <br><br>Shane shrugged and was now resumed in that position against the counter. <br><br>Her statement causing Felicite to stop short, Shane's eyes went to her hand that was reaching for the knob. In the small space of the kitchenette and the angle of which Shane was standing to the side, it allowed her to catch that tremble of Lea's hand. It was very slight, but Shane was like a lazy cat not missing one movement from her mentor. Licking her lips, Shane's brow shot up slowly she was making things up in her mind. Seeing things that were probably not there. <br><br>There was a small red mark on her fingers but it could have been a trick of the light as the blond woman reached up to tuck her hair back against her ear. The look she gave Shane said many things to the girl. What next was the top of the list Shane only raised her brow in answer an amused slightly playful yet very small smirk played at her lips. <br><br>Fact: Felicite's deflections techniques were still very high, she had yet to comment on Shane's statement.<br><br>Shane's eyes followed her graceful, delicate movements. She was like a ballerina dancing about to reach up in the cupboard yet the brunette did not offer assistance. Not now, not when the view from where she stood was far too dangerous for them to be in close proximity to each. Licking her lips as she witnessed another display of peek-a-boo white cotton panties. Her legs looking like they went on for days beneath that tattered shirt. There was a god. <br><br><em>Look but don't touch, Shane. Look all you want, undress her with your eyes and take off in a while to fap if you have to. But DO NOT TOUCH. She's off limits. Besides, she's straight.</em><br><br>A whimper and a bit of the lip to suppress it as Shane resisted the urge to turn to her and reach out to help. To touch her inappropriately. <em>China. Of course, China. Always the impressive hostess. Good, get more, go on.</em> She silently begged her. Smiling back at her as silence was finally broken. <strong>"It's beautiful,"</strong> the brunette practically purred licking her lips as her eyes quickly shot out to the cup before Felicite caught her looking in the wrong spot. Shane felt her ears burn and her cheeks heat up as she cleared her throat and shifted where she stood. <br><br>But, she was moving suddenly, Shane's eyes went a bit wide as her pupils dilated the closer her friend moved in her direction. It wasn't a great amount of distance couple of feet but it felt like an eternity, Shane wouldn't budge not now. Not when <em>she</em> was walking towards her. Her heart raced her breathing labored yet she refused to move. Merely because she wasn't sure what Lea's intentions were. Feeling foolish letting out a soft sigh and licking her lips as the blond turned and tried to pass between Shane and the fridge. She was about to take a slight step back, however, something magical happened. Heat pooled between Shane's legs as her elbow brushed ever so delicately across Felicite's nipples. The thin and worn material of her shirt did not leave much room for the imagination not only did Shane feel her nipples respond but saw them as time stood still and the two women seemed to dance almost intimately in passing. Shane could smell the scent of her shampoo as she passed, licking her lips in protest and biting down hard to suppress that damn urge to mount her on her counter and have her way with Lea. <br><br>The student observed her, carefully as she set the teapot down with the cozy presenting it all nice and pretty on the coffee table. Yet the androgynous female did not budge from her place. She couldn't trust her feet to move let alone human nature, now was not the time to test hers. It could have been a minute but it felt like an hour that Shane was standing there watching her mentor preparing the tea cozy. Finally, she stood and was walking back. Shane's bright blue eyes wide her pupils visibly dilating again as Lea grew closer. This time, she noticed how Lea went out of her way of trying not to touch Shane. Though Lea's shirt really wasn't helping the situation and now she could see more than she bargained for. Shane's stomach flipped over and she wanted to so desperately touch her. However.<br><br>The girl practically frowned in a pout as Lea's back turned. Of course, it was going to go that way. This was all in Shane's head. She was older and straight. Her mentor! Shane was fooling herself. Moody, she turned her attention on Lea who had other things to do but didn't move from her spot clearly waiting for the tea to brew. The girl shrugged in answer. God, she was pissed suddenly. Her eyes clearly spotting the red welts on Lea's hands now. <br><br>Taking two strides in her direction, Shane stopped her short grabbing Lea's wrist and delicately spreading her palm with her other hand. <strong>"So you weren't finding ingredients you burned yourself? Damn it Lea!"</strong> She growled frowning, still holding her wrist she tugged it gently and turned the faucet on to cold, running Lea's fingers under it. <strong>"Ugh let me see."</strong> Shane bent down and peered at her fingers to examine them carefully. Kissing the tip of each one that was burnt slightly and sighed out. Shaking her head and now frowning. But not letting go of Lea's wrist and not stopping from forcing Lea to have her hand run under the cold water.<br><br><strong>"Want to tell me what they mean by Sexual Orientation on your file? Says you claim to be straight but they said to check another side for possible counter arguments."</strong> Shane raised her brow, she was angry. For many reasons. Lea had burned herself and hadn't told Shane. She was clearly hiding her sexual orientation from Shane and to top it off there was some sort of chemistry or something. GOD Shane couldn't even think what it was. Something going on and Shane felt like she was being scolded and being held at arms lengths. <strong>"I'm almost 21 Lea. I'm not a damn child. Fuck."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 21:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The girl was so silent. It was unlike Shane Léa realized. Usually the younger woman was larger than life, always in motion. It was as if she had an undefined power source deep in her core that was always set to maximum. Léa wasn’t unaware that the power source was generated by the younger woman’s personality. Her soul. And it was a beautiful soul. Even if Shane hid behind brash actions and swagger a good portion of the time.<br><br>When Shane’s voice finally broke the quiet between them, Léa actually jumped in response. The words were unexpected. Not only because Shane had been so quiet but because of the ferocity of them. Léa gaze snapped to Shane. <br><br>“<acronym title="What">Quelle?</acronym>” Léa murmured in surprise, feeling the girl’s warm, strong fingers curl around her wrist while she gently stroked Léa’s fingers open with the other hand. Her eyes flickered from the top of Shane’s head, no longer covered in that ridiculous hat she always hid behind, to her hand and back, a feeling of warmth swirling low in her stomach. <br><br>It was countered by the feeling of cold tap water running across her finger tips and Léa drew in a quick, audible breath. But the contrast between the cold water and gentle touch was nothing compared to the shock of Shane’s lips ghosting across her fingertips. Léa couldn’t suppress the shiver that trembled her muscles. The fingers of her free hand clenched in their grasp of the counter edge, knuckles going white.<br><br>‘<em>Want to tell me what they mean by Sexual Orientation on your file? Says you claim to be straight but they said to check another side for possible counter arguments. I'm almost 21 Lea. I'm not a damn child. Fuck.</em>’ The harsh words were such a contrast to the gentle touch only a moment earlier it was startling.<br><br>“Wha-what?” Léa gasped, all the blood rushing from her head. She pulled on the hand Shane held. The girl resisted but with a small amount of additional force, Léa pulled it free and took a single step back. It was as far as she could go considering her hips mashed into the small counter top behind them. “What are you talking about?”<br><br>The French accent was strong in the words, indicating her level of surprise and unease. “<acronym title="What File">Quel fichier?</acronym>” she continued. Léa’s injured fingers curled into a fist and tucked against her abdomen. Her free hand followed, covering the injury and pressing it in protectively. If only it also allowed Léa protection from the onslaught Shane’s words had unleashed.<br><br>There was a file? What file? Shane must be talking about a file at the school. It would not come as a surprise that a place as close minded as Jamison would create such a thing. She should have thought to ask how Shane had found her apartment location but with everything that had happened… A small negative shake of Léa’s head dislodged that thought. Oh God. What, exactly, did it say in this file? <br><br>There was no way anyone could suspect anything of her! She was just coming out of an engagement to a man <acronym title="for the love of God">por l’amour de Dieu</acronym>! Léa flashed Shane wide eyes, her heart racing with panic. She started to slide her hips along the counter edge, moving away, retrenching, falling back on her engrained retreat position.<br><br>“I know nothing of this file you speak of Shane.” Léa released her grip on the hands pressed into her stomach and held them out as though fending off the effect the other woman’s words had on her state of mental well-being. “I was engaged. To Ricard. A man.” Her back bumped into the corner of her refrigerator and she shuffled around it, her eyes never leaving Shane’s angry ones.<br><br>Léa continued her retreat. “Jamison would never…..The whole point of their school is too….” Her chin and gaze dropped, Léa shook her head. Her tortured eyes drifted back up to Shane’s face. This time sorrow and anger mixed in her features at the ridiculous policies of the school. Ones she absolutely couldn’t espouse. She never should have come here. Taking the position at Jamison had been a mistake.<br><br>“I’m just going to grab my robe and then we'll have some tea,” she said, then turned and fled down the hall toward the dark, safety of her small bedroom.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 09:01:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused, frustrated. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">As Lea pulled her hand away, Shane tugged frowning at her and keeping it in place not done inspecting it. Sure that Lea possibly needed some sort of cooling ointment on the burn. Maybe some aloe. Yet Lea insisted and the shock of her mentor pulling away left Shane with her jaw slack. Her step back signaling that Shane had crossed some sort of line. <br><br>Odd as it was, considering one of the only people Shane allowed comfort with was Felicite. Shane licked her lips, swallowing hard as a slight blush tinted her cheeks. Approaching the subject like she had was not the smartest of moves. But damn it, Lea had been inadvertantly teasing her since Shane had crawled through her window, she couldn't help herself in that moment. Caught up checking on Lea's wound made her blurt it out. Accusing her as if the woman was keeping secrets from her. Which she was.<br><br>Shane's french was rusty but she had made it a point to learn the language only to placate Lea. After all the brunette women worshipped the ground she walked on. <strong>"Um... the one I used my special ninja skills on to view and see your apartment number. Since you know, you changed your cell phone number and I had no idea how to get a hold of you in private." </strong><br><br>Shane frowned, it wasn't Lea's fault they had been so caught up in the moment when they ran into each other that they hadn't realized it would be difficult to catch up in private. Her frown disappeared and she sighed out taking a step back to allow room to move. The woman looked like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. <br><br>Shane's mouth dropped open Lea's tone about said file said everything. Granted it made sense that the school would have a record of all employees and students on campus, however it was the <em>way</em> she said it. Almost angrily. <br><br>Richard. Shit.<br><br>Shane hadn't even bothered to ask her how <em>he</em> was doing. The last she had spoken to Lea she had just gotten engaged and was off on vacation with the man. She frowned wondering why they weren't together anymore. Shane did not move only giving her room to move and she did. Shane kept her eyes on Lea realizatin dawning at her. The line had been crossed and there was more to this then met the eye. Lea had been clearly burned by Richard. <br><br>Lucky for Richard he was no where in sight or Shane would have put her fist through his face then asked questions. Raising her brow at her mentor as she went to explain and even give insight as to how she really felt about the school. <br><br>But before she could finish that sentence the blond instead opted for fleeing to her room and mentioning changing her attire. <br><br>It took two seconds for it all to click in Shane's head. She wasn't imagining anything. Clearly Felicite was aware of her attire and very aware of Shane. The file hinted at it. So Shane followed, opening the door to her small bedroom and closing it behind her. Her hands on the door as she leaned against it. <br><br>Licking her lips she no longer wore a frown and she had surpassed angry a while ago. Silent shock was more like it. Tilting her head to the side she took in the sight of Lea and breathed in deeply before expelling the air slowly from her lungs. <br><br><strong>"Lea?"</strong><br><br>The way she called her name sounded like she was aching. It was the second time in a month that Shane had found herself wanting someone she shouldn't want. But Lea? Lea was diferent. Lea was the unattainable. Lea was a goodess to her. Her mind when you least expected it was deliciously improper and her body was an aphrodoisiac to Shane. <br><br>The perfect woman, one Shane tripped over herself to please. Yet found herself growing shy around and proper. Normally Shane would take what she wanted it didn't matter if it was a female student or professor. But with the blond who stood in the room, Shane found herself at a loss.<br><br><strong>"You could be honest with me. I promise I won't hurt you."</strong><br><br>She licked her lips, swallowing hard and attempted to walk towards her almost as if she was approaching a wounded animal. Shane didn't cuddle nor was she touchy feely but in that moment she wanted nothing more then to wrap her arms around Lea if only for a moment and bury her face in the crook of her neck to breathe her in.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 03:52:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, hungry, confused and grateful<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><hr><br>In the half hour between her last text and Hayden's arrival she managed to find a VA ABC (that's Virginia Alcohol Beverage Control) store as liquor stores were run by the state.&nbsp; She picked up some Johnny Walker Black label and some Devil's Backbone Vienna Lager.&nbsp; Her beer of choice had changed quite a bit since their days nipping from her dad's stash.&nbsp; She'd gotten a good chuckle out of his last text.&nbsp; She wouldn't be volunteering information on how to shut her up if he couldn't guess on his own.&nbsp; Really all he had to do was give her tongue something better to do.&nbsp; Or her hands in that case.&nbsp; <br><br>She had the beers in the fridge and managed to find a box with some glasses on the moving truck because she wasn't drinking Johnny from a solo cup.&nbsp; Those days were behind her despite finding herself on a college campus once again.&nbsp; She left the front door unlocked and spent her time familiarizing herself with the small apartment.&nbsp; It would do for now.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to tolerate the small space.&nbsp; She preferred something no smaller than a town house, with two floors and some room to spread out.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind kept going back to her reaction to finding out he had a date.&nbsp; Why did she care?&nbsp; Why did she think he would have kept the night he knew she'd be getting in town free?&nbsp; She'd just sort of assumed he'd be waiting on her call.&nbsp; And her first reaction?&nbsp; Well, it had been rather juvenile.&nbsp; Passive aggressively telling him to go on the date all the while hoping he'd cancel and show up on her doorstep.&nbsp; Now he was.&nbsp; And what was she going to do?&nbsp; She didn't think she actually had the energy to unload the small moving truck.&nbsp; She looked out her window into the lot at the truck that was just large enough to hold a queen sized mattress and box spring.&nbsp; <br><br>At the sound of a knock her heart sped up.&nbsp; She decided this was just excitement at seeing an old friend and nothing more.&nbsp; That'd be like, kissing her brother or something.&nbsp; Whole lotta nope.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kris crossed the room to open the door with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey stranger."</strong> She waved him into the apartment.&nbsp; <strong>"Come on in.&nbsp; I've got some Lager and Johnny Walker Black.&nbsp; Other than that, your option is water until we figure out food."</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 03:43:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i2.wp.com/writing.ashleycrosby.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/tumblr_ndgi0dX18N1rqecajo3_500.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>In the hour it took for Hayden to shower and dress and show up at Kris' door, he had managed to be thrown for a loop. After cancelling his dinner plans, which he had completely forgotten about as they were made weeks before Kris' schedule to move in. Hayden went to hang up the phone when he accidently received a mass text message announcing that his ex, Karen and his ex-best friend Leonard were expecting their first born son.<br><br>The surprise at the text message caused him to drop his phone almost breaking it. Stunned as his mind turned back to that night when he found out she was leaving him for Leo. The pain and the way she had addressed him, via a videotape recording, because she couldn't bear to break up with him in person. It was easy for her to disappear, Leo had the money and resources as they both left the small town of Lawerance, Kansas leaving Hayden a devastated mess. Over and over again he watched that tape. That tape that he was caught watching as he stood sentinel and stoic staring at his television screen when Kris walked in on him. <br><br>She had already heard the news via her cousin, Chrissy, the girl was friends with Hayden and everyone in Lawerance, Kansas always the gossip queen she had clued Kris in on what she had heard. That Karen had shacked up with Leo. So upon spotting Hayden and opening the door to his farm house (without knocking as she was always in and out of there) he turned to her giving her a painful smile through watery eyes and attempted to act as if nothing had happened. But the pain in Kris' eyes at seeing this stoic, man in such agony made her rush towards him and fling her arms around him in a hug. <br><br>Hayden in that moment let down his guard and hugged her back so close, burying his face in her shoulder and let the silent tears flow the pain in his face his heart crying out for the loss he had just had. But Kris was there, his Charlie. The girl who he teased and she teased right back. The girl that people swore up and down they liked each other. Hayden wouldn't have admitted it but in that moment, he really did like her for doing this for him. The silence between them as they sat and just watched a random movie. Hayden didn't snug her afterwards but their bodies were touching shoulder to shoulder as they sat and watched the television screen in silence. Grateful for the woman. <br><br>And now as he stared at his phone on the floor and those memories came flooding back. Hayden, the much older and wiser man felt the pain in his heart but frowned in thought glad he had literally dodged a bullet with Karen. He did try in that moment to be angry instead of upset, but as he picked up the phone and saw the image of her grinning as Leo had his arms wrapped around her belly; he felt violently ill. Maybe it was the fact that Karen was rubbing it in his face? Maybe she didn't realize she had his number still. In that moment Hayden wanted to fling the phone against the locker room and opt to purchase a new one in the morning with a new number. <br><br>Yet he didn't delete the message instead, he picked up his car keys and exited the gym. Stopping on the way to Charlie's house at a local Chinese restaurant he liked to order take-out from, ordering a few containers of food. The entire time the man was holding back the tears. Holding back the pain and had yet to express what he was really feeling. Finally, he arrived, to the staff Apartments on Campus a place he also lived in the majority of the school year. Finding his spot he parked and shut the keys from the ignition. Sighing as his blue eyes caught sight of the moving truck parked near the entrance. Resting his head a slight moment on the steering wheel he shut his eyes and mentally tried to rid his mind of his thoughts emptying it to put on a neutral and relaxed face. Least Charlie think he didn't want to be here helping her. This was her night, he was here to help her. He was such a terrible friend in that moment feeling sorry for himself. <br><br>Breathing in sharply he lifted his head and exited the door, bag of Chinese food in hand. As he made his way to the apartment number, he had to do a double-take because he only just realized she was stationed right next door to him when he knocked. Putting on a brave face and hiding the food behind his back as he knocked and she opened the door. He went to smile but it faded when he saw her. Holding out the bag of food as he walked in and closed the door behind them. It took him a moment to turn around, he was trying his hardest to not show it. To put on a smile and to pretend as if nothing happened. But as he turned that look in his eyes and the attempt at trying not to show his pain showed. He swallowed hard and blinked a tear escaping as he leaned against the door and turned his head to look in the direction of the living room. Avoiding eye contacting with Charlie. Charlie who he was suppose to be helping, Charlie who had just moved to a new city and didn't know anyone. Charlie who had seen him go through his pain in the pass the same song and dance with the same girl. Fuck. He felt so foolish now. Biting his lip to hold it all back. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 04:32:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> https://49.media.tumblr.com/99f4c22da1dabddcdffb0a54238a11df/tumblr_ny8fb0hf2r1uozcy6o2_500.gif<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>Her phone had been buzzing nearly nonstop for the last hour.&nbsp; She’d sent a mass text to her family and closest friends to let them know she made it safely to Virginia.&nbsp; She’d sent out another text to friends she was less close with to let them know she’d had a major change in life.&nbsp; Everyone wanted to know why and did she get fired, where was she working now, the whole litany of questions that went along with any major life change.&nbsp; She’d stopped checking every single buzz.&nbsp; <strong>”Looks like someone is a step ahead of me.”</strong>&nbsp; She smiled and waved him further into the apartment.&nbsp; Her phone buzzed again and she cursed under her breath.&nbsp; Kris hadn’t looked at Hayden hard enough to know anything was amiss.&nbsp; <strong>”Just a sec.&nbsp; Let me clear these notifications and just turn the damn thing off.”</strong><br><br>She turned and jogged the couple steps to the couch.&nbsp; <strong>”Make yourself at home.”</strong>&nbsp; She waved a hand without looking at him.&nbsp; Her fingers flicked over the screen of the smartphone quickly.&nbsp; <strong>”That’s odd…”</strong> She muttered seeing a mass text from a number she didn’t recognize off hand.&nbsp; As soon as she opened it though.&nbsp; <em>That bitch!&nbsp; Why does she still have my number?!&nbsp; Thought she would have gotten the picture…</em> her thoughts trailed off when she realized what the message was.&nbsp; <em>It’s okay.&nbsp; Keep your cool.&nbsp; Don’t let on to Hayden.&nbsp; Past is dead and gone, just leave it there.</em>&nbsp; The slender brunette shook her head to clear it.&nbsp; She plaster on a smile and looked up to find Hayden.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”You brought Chinese.&nbsp; You’re my knight in shining…”</strong>&nbsp; She saw it in his eyes then.&nbsp; His lips were smiling but his eyes held so much pain.&nbsp; She dropped her phone, now shut off, back down on the couch.&nbsp; Memories came flooding back of a night, it was like she could see that younger Hayden superimposed over the man that stood before her.&nbsp; Her heart broke for him all over again.&nbsp; Karen must still have had his number too.&nbsp; Why wouldn’t she have deleted it?&nbsp; Surely they weren’t still in contact.&nbsp; Of course something like this would happen when they found each other again.&nbsp; She didn’t know what kind of network of friends he had here but she seriously doubted any of them knew about that part of his past.&nbsp; <br><br>Kris didn’t utter a word.&nbsp; She just closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him like she had then.&nbsp; God why did this have to hurt him so bad?&nbsp; She’d give anything to take that pain away from her friend.&nbsp; She would have bet serious money he’d have been married and happy by now.&nbsp; Maybe he was happy here, making a life for himself.&nbsp; She hugged him tight for several long minutes before she whispered, <strong>”I’m sorry, Hay.&nbsp; I didn’t know she had either of our numbers anymore.”</strong>&nbsp; Her hands stroked over his back trying to soothe the pain.&nbsp; She used a more intimate nickname for him because in that moment, she just couldn’t tease him.&nbsp; She didn’t want to make his pain worse.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Let’s eat.&nbsp; We’ll find something on the boobtube.&nbsp; And if you want, we can get stupid drunk to numb the pain.&nbsp; I know, it’s not your thing but trust me on this one, sometimes it’s a viable option.”</strong>&nbsp; And if she could trust herself getting stupid drunk with anyone, it would be Hayden.&nbsp; She knew she didn’t have to worry about anything happening that they would regret come the next morning.&nbsp; Because, after all, they’d lived together for a while in high school.&nbsp; They knew way too much about each other to go anywhere physical or romantic with one another.&nbsp; After that bombshell of a text she’d completely forgotten her earlier conflicting and confusing feelings.&nbsp; <strong>”You can even laugh at me trying to use chopsticks.&nbsp; My skills haven’t improved and I can’t find my forks.”</strong>&nbsp; She laughed a little trying to lighten the mood.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d probably remember her resorting to using her fingers to eat Chinese take out in the past.&nbsp; Why get up and find forks when she had fingers? So what if it made mess.&nbsp; She could wash her hands.&nbsp; At this point though, Kris would do anything to take his mind off a pain she knew she couldn’t take away.&nbsp; She could help him keep his mind busy with other things though, just like that night that didn’t feel so long ago all of the sudden. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 07:53:03</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://49.media.tumblr.com/99f4c22da1dabddcdffb0a54238a11df/tumblr_ny8fb0hf2r1uozcy6o2_500.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>He hadn't looked yet towards her nor moved from his position on the door. The man couldn't do it. He couldn't even respond. Biting his lip he looked towards the general area of the living room and saw her looking through her phone. His heart breaking as she did and recalling that damn text message. She was talking, oblivious to the situation and that was good. It gave him time to adjust, man up and deal with this pain so he could be here for her. So he took a side step and plopped the bag of Chinese food on the nearest table near the entrance of her apartment. <br><br>Truth be told if it was anyone else Hayden would have cancelled and locked himself in his apartment. But this was Charlie and she needed him now more than he needed her.<br><br>As she turned around talking to him, realizing he had brought food and telling him that he was her knight, Hayden forced a smile and looked at her. But the tear drop fell and that's when he was reliving his past. The way she flung herself into his arms and hugged him close stroking his back. Hayden shut his eyes and pressed his lips against her shoulder trying so hard not to sob on her as she held her tight in his arms. The hug was more than welcomed. <br><br>They way she stuck to his soft nickname. It was endearing, Hayden shut his eyes and let her rub his back gently and hold him in her arms. Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Keeping his mouth pressed against her bare shoulder still not saying a word. She knew his pain well. She was there when he was all holed up in his barn loft not wanting to come out for anything or anyone. Relunctanly he let her go, rubbing his eyes with his shirt sleeve as he nodded, biting his lip. <br><br>His face was sad the man tried hard to keep it neutral at least but he was failing. <br><br>A drink.<br><br>She was always trying to buy him a brewski or get him drunk. He never did find it something he liked much. Shrugging at the idea grabbing the bag and heading to the small kitchenette with the stools so they could seat and open the bag with stuff. The man attempted a grin at her chopstick humor but it came out looking pained. So he sighed out and asked, <strong>"do you wanna eat in here? or the couch?"</strong><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 14:34:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> https://49.media.tumblr.com/99f4c22da1dabddcdffb0a54238a11df/tumblr_ny8fb0hf2r1uozcy6o2_500.gif<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>And didn’t that tear drop just break her heart?&nbsp; She was usually a pretty tough cookie, keeping her emotions in check and not crying at stupid things.&nbsp; One thing sure to get her on the verge of tears though, seeing a man, especially a man she cared about, cry.&nbsp; <em>Keep it together.</em>&nbsp; Kris took a slow, deep breath.&nbsp; She wanted to make it all right. More than that, she wanted to find Karen and kick her stupid ass for this little stunt.&nbsp; What the hell?&nbsp; Why did she even still have their numbers?&nbsp; <br><br>She was too mad and too concerned for her friend to even notice that he had his lips pressed against her bare shoulder.&nbsp; When he did finally look up she tried to give him an encouraging smile.&nbsp; Not that she expected on in return but he didn’t need a pity party, he needed support.&nbsp; She went with him to the kitchenette.&nbsp; Popping open the freezer she grinned finding a working ice maker.&nbsp; She put ice in the two glasses she had managed to find and poured about a measure of the liquor.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”The couch.&nbsp; More comfortable and we can just lounge.”</strong>&nbsp; Easier to wrap her arms around him and just smother him with her boobs if she needed to pull out that card to make him feel a little better.&nbsp; Who didn’t like boobs right?&nbsp; Kris grabbed the drinks and one of the containers to help move it all to the coffee table in front of the couch.&nbsp; <strong>”Maybe find some kind of stupid reality television to heckle?”</strong>&nbsp; She planned to use every distraction tactic in her arsenal to make him feel better. <br><br>Kris wanted desperately to be able to take away the pain, the heal those old wounds.&nbsp; She knew how bad heartbreak could be.&nbsp; Though no one had ever broken her heart quite like his had.&nbsp; She settled on the couch making plenty of room next to her and turned on the tv dropping the remote next her.&nbsp; Kris opened her arms to him.&nbsp; <strong>”C’mere.&nbsp; Food, drink, bad tv and all the snugs you could ever want.&nbsp; I’m here for you and all yours tonight, Hayden.”</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 08:35:53</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Hayden was going through the motions now, nodding his face expressionless, his eyes almost vacant with a tinge or redness on the lids and the tip of his nose was a little red as well as a slight redness on his cheeks from the emotions he was going through. Watching as she filled two glasses with top notch stuff and ice. <br><br>Grabbing the food he headed towards the couch and plopped down setting the bag down on the coffee table his hands relaxed his legs a bit opened in his Jeans and grey t-shirt as he stared blankly at the television. Opting to lean forward and remove the containers of food, he had bought a lot of different stuff and set them on the table. Before he leaned back on the couch.<br><br>Knowing she was hungry, but he couldn't stomach the thought of ingesting food at the moment. Although he had been starving prior to receiving that text message. Sighing the man still hadn't said a word. Opting not to lean into her arms just yet, seeing if she would grab for some sort of container letting her eat before he bombarded her personal space. Yet his shoulders and his hips were touching hers.<br><br>Biting his lip he did lean his head against her shoulder though and sighed out, <strong>"you want me to bring the rest of your stuff in really quick? I can unload it fairly fast. Give you time to eat?"</strong> He honestly didn't know what else to say other than to change the subject. Though she was being an amazing friend at the moment the prospect of cuddling her after such heartache scared him. He didn't want to hold onto her for all the wrong reasons. Add to the fact that even in high school they always fought like siblings and would avoid touchy feely crap most times. But he really did want to curl up against her badly. <br><br>Patience. He'd wait till she was done eating and relaxed before he mopped more. So he leaned forward now and grabbed his glass sipping from it a bit, then taking another sip as he licked his lips and set it back down, leaning back. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 22:34:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> sympathetic<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>Unload the rest of her stuff? Pft.&nbsp; That could totally wait.&nbsp; She reached over and ruffled his hair a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"My crap can wait.&nbsp; It's gonna take both of us to get the mattress and boxspring up here anyway."</strong>&nbsp; She nudged the shoulder he leaned on up a bit then dropped it back down, just messing with him a bit to see if she could break through his mood or this was gonna be a hug it out scenario.&nbsp; <strong>"I can eat and comfort at the same time."</strong>&nbsp; And just to prove it she snagged the little metal handle of one of take out boxes with her big toe and pulled over to her hands with incredible flexibility.&nbsp; Yay yoga!&nbsp; <br><br>She opened the box and realized she had nothing with which to eat the food.&nbsp; That did necessitate leaning forward to grab some plastic ware from the bag while he snagged his drink.&nbsp; She settled back and tucked her legs up indian style for now.&nbsp; <strong>"You should eat a little, even if it's only fried rice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Can't have you wasting away, Flapjack."</strong> Besides, Karen totally was <em>not</em> worth that!&nbsp; Back in high school she'd kept her mouth shut.&nbsp; Just sat there to comfort him and pick up the pieces.&nbsp; This time, she wouldn't be so silent. <br><br>Kris turned to look at Hayden, <strong>"You deserve so much better Hay.&nbsp; I thought it then and still think it.&nbsp; Forget her.&nbsp; Leaving you for that clown."</strong>&nbsp; She made a face.&nbsp; Sure, Kris gave him a hard time and they fought like siblings, but that didn't mean she didn't care about her friend.&nbsp; Or think that he could do so much better than someone who couldn't be bothered to leave him in person.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 09:42:49</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cLExZTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, outside <br><strong>Mood:</strong> still jetlaggy, punch drunk, and about ready to lose her cool<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Artemis Fowl<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>"Bullocks!" A very angry, petite, and half dressed anthropology professor hurriedly ran down the stairs from Apartment #16 all the way to the basement where the utility room was. A few (not so) quiet slams of appliance doors and again the frazzled brunette ran back up the stairs to Apartment #16. <em>Why oh why did I not ask for a flat on the ground floor?</em><br><br>Moody Ms. Mira jiggled the doorknob to her new accommodations and again, "Bullocks!" She crumbled down to sit on the slight lip of the door jab and wondered where she might find the custodial office on campus. Probably not a hop, skip, and a jump away. This was a great way to start her assignment at JCP. <br><br>(Backtrack a half an hour)<br><br>She had laid down for just an hours kip after working more in her office, planning to do some grocery shopping, chores, and laundry before starting a well packed day around campus. But she had been so knackered that she slept through her alarm (actually from the artifacts of wires and broken plastic strewn across the floor of her bedroom she deduced that her sleepy self had thrown it, quite purposefully). And she woke up an hour away from need to leave with no breakfast, no clean laundry, and in need of a shower. <br><br>Twenty minutes into her race against the clock she had a load in the washer, a cup of hot coffee salvation, and a very quick birdbath of a shower. She threw on a tank and a pair of cotton running shorts and headed down to check on her clothes. They were luckily rung out enough to toss for a quick spin in the dryer and she headed up the staircase and back into.....&nbsp; a locked door. <br><br>"Oh.... fu...." She tried to calm down a little and just lightly kicked at her door with her bare foot. "Get stuffed!" This day had quite promptly gone pear shaped. <br><br>(Back to the present)<br><br>She would most certainly need to get out into town to see about a full service laundrette, right after she survived the hurdles she was currently trying to jump (in a tank top, no bra, and short shorts). Mira pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, damp strings of hair falling over her face. She would have to wait for her clothes to dry now... hoping to piece enough together for a suitable outfit to go tramping around campus looking for a lockpick. <br><br>Why did she leave London again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 20:47:21</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>The Stoic man raised his brow at her in question. Was she honestly kidding about the boxspring and mattress? He stood at 6'4 200lbs of solid muscle and could easily lift a silly box spring and mattress on his own. But because she was Charlie and a stubborn, strong-willed woman he allowed her the idea that he couldn't carry that stuff on his own. Her statement having actually made the corner of his lip twitch in a quick smile as he shook his head slightly. He honestly didn't know why she thought he was so weak considering his frame and strength he had acquired from bailing all that hay on the farm. Blind, that's what she was and Hayden actually found it quite amusing she treated him like a wimpy nerd when other women were the total opposite when seeing him for the first time. <br><br>Food. Ugh, he was utterly put off by it at the moment. Alas Charlie's last comment made him feel slightly better. Eying the Mongolian beef before he turned his head to look at her. His hands pressed together between his legs relaxed as his knee bounced up and down tension in his shoulders at her words. He really wanted to go to that damn truck to do something with himself even if his muscles were sore from his previous work-out. He really wanted to forget Karen just as Charlie suggested but it was proving difficult. Giving her a sarcastic tightlipped smile and raising his brow in amusement. <strong>"Doesn't help if we talk about it. Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot, Charlie?"</strong> Smirking the man had been the exact one who had told her this on many occasion. With that he plucked the container of food he had been eying opened a pair of chopsticks and dug in with a bit more pep. Back to banter, it was. If Karen wasn't mentioned. Mindlessly he looked towards the television and almost choked on his food. <strong>"WHAT THE HELL IS LADY GAGA WEARING NOW?!"</strong><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 21:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> sympathetic<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>She wasn't blind and she didn't doubt his ability to do it all himself.&nbsp; She didn't <em>want</em> him to do it all himself and besides, her mattress was a terribly dense son of a bitch she could flip instead of just being one sided.&nbsp; And of course she didn't react like other women, she'd known him for years.&nbsp; She lived in his house for a while when he was all awkward and teenaged.&nbsp; It still sort of surprised her to look over and see the man instead of the boy.&nbsp; Of course they'd changed, she'd changed as much if not more and she knew it, but to her mind, he was still the farm boy she fought with like a brother.&nbsp; <br><br>He told her she talked a lot, her response was to stick her tongue out at him.&nbsp; <strong>"Just saying what I didn't say back then out of respect for you."</strong>&nbsp; She still respected him of course, but wasn't afraid of hurting his feelings and being shut out.&nbsp; <strong>"Won't say anything else about it."</strong>&nbsp; She would make sure she sent a message back to Karen later telling her to lose both their numbers.&nbsp; Dumb cunt.&nbsp; Kris bumped his knee with her own.&nbsp; <strong>"Antsy Flapjack? Making you nervous?"</strong> She teased with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd not really been paying much attention to the TV.&nbsp; The idiot box made noise, flashed images but she was focused on the food.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked up at his comment and she laughed, <strong>"Is there anything that woman won't do for attention?"</strong> She rolled her eyes.&nbsp; Kris didn't care much for the cult of celebrity or the outlandish things so many of them were doing these days.&nbsp; What happened to musicians who got famous because of their talent? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 05:37:14</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Léa managed to hold it together until she made her bedroom, while her feet were swift on the wood floor of the hall leading down the small hall that ended with the doors leading to her bedroom and bathroom, they were also silent and so was she. <br><br><acronym title="My God"><em>Mon Dieu</em></acronym>! Just what kind of thing did they have in her file? She doubted very much it listed just what her relationship with Ricard had actually been. No doubt the broken bones and black eyes, concussions and bruises were not recorded. Ricard's family would have seen that no indications of his wickedness would have been recorded for posterity. She could still hear the echos of her future mother and sister-in-law in her head.<br><br>'<em>Why must you be so difficult Félicité? You know Ricard loves you. Why must you push him to such anger with your insensitivity. You must understand the pressure he's under.</em>' A shudder raced up her spine and the old familiar mix of terror, shame and guilt washed over her. Her breathing sped, her mouth falling open to pant as she slipped quickly through the portal to her room. With a negligent motion she pushed the door behind her. It swung forward softly, silently and stopped just short of latching her closed in the room. <br><br>Léa staggered in a step or two before wilting into the wall. The first sob clawed it's silent way up her throat, making it difficult to pull in a clear breath of air. She pushed forward a few additional steps, her shoulders riding along the wall paper and curled in protectively as the muscles of her neck gave up the fight and her face fell forward into her hands. The tears that fell then were silent, like the sobs. She’d learned how to cry silently during her time with Ricard. A few feet from the closet door she stopped, unable to take another step until the emotional storm passed.<br><br>With her back toward the door and caught up in the thoughts and voices circling in a rush in her mind, she didn’t hear the door swing softly back open or that Shane had joined her in the room until the other woman spoke softly into the quiet between them.<br><br>Léa’s body went stiff, her hands flying to her face as she swiftly cleaned up the evidence of her silent tears. She cleared her throat and pushed up from the wall, keeping her back turned to Shane, praying her eyes hadn’t gotten so red the other woman would note her little break down. These moments were coming less and less, but they still snuck up on her on occasion. Léa loathed that Ricard still had this power over her. <br><br>“Shane,” she said trying to push false cheer into her voice as she greeted the girl still standing behind her. Without looking toward her, Léa took another step toward her closet. “I just need to grab my…” her body stopped before the open door to her closet, her fingers refiling through the clothing as she racked her brain for what exactly she’d come into the room for. The pads of her fingers brushed over silk shirts and soft cotton as she moved the hangers around. What was she looking for again? <br><br>A Robe! “Robe,” she finished after several heartbeats. The central heating kicked in, the soft sound of air pushing through the vents the adding a gentle counterpoint to the silence. One of the vents was located under the window and it fluttered the sheer ever so gently. With the moonlight filtering in from the window and the candle lit on her dresser with a matching smaller counterpart lit on her nightstand adding a soft, sweet fragrance, the room was a study in contrasting shadows.<br><br>‘<em>You could be honest with me. I promise I won't hurt you.</em>’<br><br>Léa’s fingers stilled, her head turning just a bit until her profile came into view. With eyes on the landscape out her window, the sight made mussy by the sheer, a small, sad smile quirked Léa’s lips.<br><br>“Of course Shane,” the words were soft, almost like she was speaking more to herself than young woman sharing the room with her. “Friends should always share <acronym title="honesty, isn’t that so?">honnêteté, ne c’est pas?</acronym> The words held a wealth of meaning not expressed and yet seemed once again to pertain to something happening in her own thoughts rather than addressing the girl standing behind her.<br><br>Léa felt the burn of tears at the back of her eyes again, and swiftly turned to face her closet. The items there, already difficult to discern in the darkness, took on a blurriness that meant the tears were collecting in her eyes again. She sniffled quietly, trying to hide it from Shane.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 08:40:09</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused, frustrated. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>About to get smutty soon</strong><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Lea had yet to turn around, it caused Shane to frown at her back concerned etched on the brunette's face. But she continued her slow approached towards the petiete blond. What had happened in the kitchen and prior to with the tumble into her window and on her made Shane realize many things. The broach on the subject of what was in her Jamison Clarke files for one. Shane thought she had imagined a lot since the evening had begun but she was starting to draw the conclusion that she might not be making it up in her own head. Granted Lea was her old mentor, older then the brunette and so far out of her league that Shane was second guessing herself the closer she got to Lea. Who still hadn't turned around. Then there was Richard, a subject that clearly Shane needed to let Lea vent about if she needed. Because as much as Lea had done so much for Shane in the past Shane wanted to return the favor ten-folds. Licking her lips as she caught sight of Lea's flesh peeking out from the holes in the oversized t-shirt. <br><br>The blond woman still hadn't turned to face her. So the student pressed.<br><br><strong>"Lea?"</strong><br><br>The voice that met her ears was that of someone trying her hardest to hide something. She knew Lea well enough. The woman was private with her life but she was used to reading her expressions well enough even if she wasn't face to face with Shane. Shane's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she translated the phrase Lea used in French. Licking her lips she nodded. <br><br><strong>"Yes. Honesty."</strong><br><br>Throwing caution to the wind Shane Harris turned the tiny blond around who had yet to do what she had set out to do in this bedroom. Shane's mission was to kiss her. But she stopped short when she spotted the look on Lea's face. (have permission to godmod)<br><br>She felt the wind being knocked out of her when she noticed Lea's red-rimmed eyes. Without hesitation, the Bronze student pulled her into her arms and held her close rocking her slightly back and forth as she kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back with one hand. <strong>"I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" </strong> Her plans to kiss her went out the window the moment she saw the way Lea tried to hide her pain. <br><br>Lea silently sobbed against her shirt and Shane felt the pain as if she was experiencing herself. Her eyes watered up, which was a lot for Shane in general. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve she kept her feelings private at best. Detested cuddling and was allergic to relationships simply because the only and last one she had tried ended badly. Being a player worked for her. But right now in that moment, her heart broke for Lea, the pain as she shook her head muttering something or the other about no. She wasn't clear but she got the message and stood there stoic just holding her silently. In that moment as she held the older woman Shane was willing to just lay with her and hold her all night. Cuddle. Something Shane never did. <br><br>Was Lea really this upset about what was in that folder and the hints that Shane had dropped? Was it really something that could happen between them? Shane bit her bottom lip and pulled slightly to tilt the blond woman's chin up. Her brows knit together, her breath caught in her throat. Even with the pain and through the tears, Felicite looked so beautiful. The soft lighting in the room framing her face as Shane's eyes locked with hers. Softly she held Lea's face in her palm and ran her thumbs along her cheeks to wipe away the tears. <br><br>The brunette's head dip down slightly and she used her full lips to softly kiss away the rest of the tears from her both cheeks. Delivering the most chaste of kisses along Lea's jawline to the corner of her lips. And pressing them ever so gently almost as if she was sucking on a delicious piece of candy. <br><br><strong>"Honesty."</strong> <br><br>She whispered as she maintained her position then brushed her lips against Lea's softly and captured her bottom lip between her full lips and sucked ever so softly. <br><br>This was it. The moment that Shane was risking heartbreak. If Lea pulled away now it was over. And those thoughts had Shane's blood rushing from her head as warmth spread below her waist. A soft whimper of delight as the spark of touching Lea's lips against her owns and dulling the ache she had in her lips had caused and explosion in her belly. Her heart raced as one hand molded behind Lea's neck to tilt her face up ever so gently. In that moment, it took for Shane to do this to Lea so many thoughts went through her mind. But there was only one fueling her to continue. Lea had yet to pull away so she took that chance. This time, her lips softly prodded along with her tongue slowly tasting of Lea's bottom lip. Her other hand now gripped at the material of Lea's shirt on her lower back, right where the curve of her perfect ass began. It was the most intimate of kisses Shane had ever shared with a woman. It wasn't her usual heated urgency it was delibertately slow almost testing the ragging waters that were brewing beneath her calm extertior. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 09:54:37</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She felt Shane approach, there was no way she wouldn’t as attuned to the other woman as she was becoming. But the feel of her gently turning Léa into her own body and offering comfort broke the tenuous control on the dam holding back her emotions. Her body folded into Shane’s, her arms curling loosely around the woman’s waist as her face was tucked into the girl's neck and Léa vented her sorrow.<br><br>The sobs were quiet and the tears copious but Shane’s solid, mostly silent presence during her emotional storm was a comfort the likes of which Léa had never experienced. It took her a few moments to cry it out, the soft, steady thump of Shane's heartbeat the only accompaniment, but eventually the sobs slowed. In the end it was just a tear leaking every now and then, a soft hitch of her breath as the sobs began to died away.<br><br>Shane offered her words of understanding, comfort. And even the feel of Shane speaking, a soft vibration against Léa’s forehead, was soothing and consoling. The warmth made it almost impossible for the specter of Ricard to cast a shadow on this moment. He was quiet literally pressed out of her thoughts by Shane's presence. <br><br><em>'Do you want to talk about it?'</em><br><br>“<acronym title="No">Non,</acronym>,” Léa whispered into Shane’s neck as she gave her head a slight shake. No she really didn’t want to talk about it just then. She should <em>never</em> really talk about it with Shane. The girl may not be in high school anymore but she was still a student at an institution where Léa taught and their talking of such things would be highly inappropriate. Perhaps not as inappropriate as their current clutch, but Léa couldn’t make herself give that up just yet.<br><br>It was a simple hug. Nothing two friends wouldn't share. Léa rationalized their embrace, hiding from the little voice that whispered otherwise at the back of her mind. Thus distracted, Léa was surprised when Shane pulled back. The feeling of loss we deep, as striking as it was surprising. Léa bit back her automatic protest, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth as she struggled to reconcile the loss of Shane's warmth.<br><br>Only she didn't loose it. The feel of Shane’s fingers stroking along the skin of her cheeks made Léa's eyes dart upward to take in Shane's from below her lashes. Of the two, Léa was the elder, but she sometimes felt so young and inexperienced next to the world wise and brash younger woman. <br><br>Shane’s face drew closer and Léa released her lower lip from it's pearly prison as her lips parted. The soft sough of her breaths brushed past her lips as they grew more rapid. Léa’s eyes were locked on Shane’s face. On the expression of need warring with….something. Something that Léa didn't let herself examine to closely. Her belly gave a queer flip, her tongue darting out to moisten her bottom lip rapidly once again before disappearing.<br><br>A moment later Léa gasped an inhale, the feel of Shane’s light caresses as she kissed her way down the older woman's face. A tremble took her body, a full shiver that started at her toes and tingled it's way to her scalp. Léa felt her nipples growing taunt in it's wake and her eyes drifted closed. Instinctively her fingers tightened in the fabric of Shane’s muscle shirt where it covered the girl's slim hips.<br><br>But it was the slight suction on her bottom lip that broke Léa. A moan was tore from her lips as Léa surrendered. Canting her head she rocked upward onto the toes, her lips sealing over Shane’s in a hungry kiss. Without thought, the hands at Shane's wait pulled, bringing her waist closer to Léa as she licked along the seam to the girl's lips. <br><br>A whimper purled up Léa's throat as those lips parted and suddenly Léa was experiencing the sweet, wet pleasure of Shane’s mouth. One small, bare foot left the floor, Léa’s thighs parting as she hooked her leg around Shane’s and trailed that foot up the back of the woman’s calf.<br><br>Her knee raised waist high, curling around Shane's ass and pressing her heat into the material of Shane's jeans tightly enough Léa could feel the fly. With desperate fingers Léa yanked at the fabric at the back of Shane’s shirt, pulling the material from the waist band so her fingers could find the flesh beneath. Her lips left Shane’s for a breath, then returned, her head canted in the opposite direction as she rocked her pelvis against the younger girls.<br><br>The soft, warm flesh beneath the pads of her fingers as they coasted up the delta of Shane’s back made Léa shiver.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 07:59:14</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Administrative Chief of surgery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, stoic.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Hover over dialect for translation.<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>It had been an entirely long day for Artemis Fowl. The man hadn't realized just how exhausting taking on the post of Chief of the surgery program at Jamison Clarke Prepartory University Gottswald Hospital was going to actually be. <br><br>Add to the fact that his ex-wife had managed to piss him off by calling him and demanding he listened to her regarding their relationship which was CLEARLY over. Artemis had enough, tired and not saying a word to anyone after telling her to go fuck herself and her new boyfriend. He hung up his cell by flinging it against his office door. <br><br>That Irish temper needed to be calmed with a six pack of the piss poor version of Guinness and maybe some Irish whisky. Bleedin' yanks fucked everything they touched and not in the way that was enjoyable. It required plenty of lube for the serious anal penetration the Americans would get up to with screwing up all good things such as alcohol, cigarettes even food!<br><br>Jessica had managed to ramp his mood up to the next level. If he didn't get a warm body under him to work out some of these frustrations soon, he was going to blow a head gasket. And whilst we're on the subject the damn intern he had in training, who Artemis was so hot for he was sure he'd take her back to his flat and fuck her senseless; managed to stick his hand during surgery when passing him a scalpel. Fun times. Her hotness meter slipped far below his scale when that occurred. Having to call in a fellow to step in and get the cut cleaned up and stitched as well as blood work and checking the patient for any STD's before he managed to get home for the evening. FUCK. <br><br>It was as if someone else had managed to start off saying what he was thinking the word FUCK as he entered the staff apartments and walked the flight of stairs to turn the corner and head to his flat #15. Artemis raised his brow at the mate he had met online via facebook. The girl from across the pond. Clearly she had been having a bad day and was now sat outside her apartment door as Artemis approached her. His door was across from hers but he stopped short and opened his with a key before he held out his none injured hand to the very beautiful woman. <strong>"<acronym title="Come on, up you get. We can find you some help. I take it you locke yourself out?">Cum on, up yer git. we can fend yer 'elp. oi take it yer locked yerself oyt?"</acronym></strong> Artemis held the door open for her and gestured for her to enter with a soft smile though it didn't reach his eyes. The man had been through the ringer for the day. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 11:57:00</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Shocked then Aroused. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>About to get smutty soon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Flashback Shane</strong></span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">To clear things up, Shane Harris had spent the better part of the month of September in turmoil, her dorm mate and best friend Domino was to blame for it. They two younger women were entirely too much alike to ever consider the possibility of sleeping together. Granted they had come close and had even shared a moment or two throughout the year of knowing each other. However, they had never once slept together. <br><br>Until the first weekend of September when the semester had freshly begun and they had given into a deep-rooted desire getting lost in a moment. Since then nor Shane or Domino had slept with another woman on campus. The two women were notorious for ticking off notches on their belts. Dormmates and best friends. Both putting off having "the talk." Whenever Shane would broach the subject Domino would change the subject by taking her clothes off. Shane's blood would rush from her head and well, the talk never did happen. <br><br>Enter Lea the better part of the day had been spent nursing a hang over for Shane. Domino wasn't in there dorm room. Clearly avoiding Shane as she so expertly did or most likely fucking someone else. At least that's what Shane thought. But Lea was at Jamison Clarke so Shane's determination was great when she snuck out of the dorms to go and see her mentor. </span></span><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">End flashback</span></span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">There it was, that exact moment where Shane felt her world come crashing around her and all her previous thoughts of Domino escaped her any rational thoughts. Shane was not imagining it after all. She would not be thrown out on her ass and be told she had crossed a line. Lea's moan caused her body to react in such a way that the heat rushed from her core all the way up to her lips. Moaning in response, a delicious whimper when Felicite responded with such hunger that it took Shane's breath away. <br><br>Each precise action that Lea did to Shane the brunette captured in her memory. Time seem to slow and she could feel the rush of her blood, her heartbeat in her ears the way the older woman's body moved to press against her own's, gripping at her waist to tug her closer. The intensity and heat were making it hard for Shane not to pull that ragged t-shirt off Felicite in one swift motion as she moved with her in desperation to her bed. <br><br>Instead, she allowed the very private woman a moment to catch up to what was happening. Letting her take the reigns briefly her lips parting in response to Felicite's heated kiss. The whimper that escaped the blond woman's lips flushed Shane all over her stomach flipped in a way she had never experienced before as her tongue gently darted forward to gently flick against Lea's. Her fingers curling on Felicite's lower back, the swoop of the back where her perfect ass met. Gripping afraid that the older woman would pull away as she got lost in the moment. <br><br>But.<br><br>Felicite's leg curling up over Shane's calf muscle was enough for Shane to realize that there was no way Lea would pull away. No force on this planet could stop the two down the road they were heading and Shane herself was too dazed and drugged up on Felicite to care about repercussions. She needed her. Wanted her. She was aching for the woman regardless of how close their bodies were pressed and their lips had yet to part. <br><br>There was entirely too much material between them. Officially the blood had rushed down below and Shane's thought process was one track. <br><br>Get Lea naked. <br><br>The need to be inside her, to have her face buried between her legs. Her tongue flicking across those nipples that had been taunting her all night. Her lips suckling on her breasts with urgency. Yes, Shane had goals. Serious primal urges and they were anything but pure thoughts for her mentor. <br><br>Add to the fact that this was taboo and wrong in Jamison Clarke's eyes, Shane did not care one bit about her goals in that direction. No, her goals were only Felicite filling her desire and need for Shane. In that moment as her leg dragged up over Shane's ass to tug her closer the student lost all reason and it was done for. A moan from deep within her chest escaped the moment that Lea's hand tugged her shirt up to get at her back was enough to cause Shane's hand on Lea's ass to slip down grabbing her ass gasping at the feel as their lips disconnected for the briefest of moments as they both seemed to want in each other. <br><br>Her heart racing and both of Shane's hands were now tugging up at Felicitie's shirt to pull it off her head. Lips broke free from Lea's so Shane could for the brief moment cast her piercing blue eyes at the perfect mounds before her. Wrapping one arm around her upper back and the other forearm hooked under Lea's ass, Shane's lips dragged against the blond woman's neck searing kisses as she walked her to the side and back and fell into bed with her. <br><br>It took a mere second for Shane to tug behind her head to lose the muscle black t-shirt that was pissing her off. She'd stay in the sports bra for now. There was no time she needed to explore Felicite and for the first time in forever Shane wanted the pleasure of allowing another woman to undress her as oppose to her doing it. Grunting as she tossed the shirt aside and now pausing as she laid properly on the bed beside Felicite and was able to really capture the beautiful woman who she admired and clearly had been craving for over five years. <br><br>On her left side, her leg hooked over Felicites thigh as she brought her right hand up and cupped her cheek and had yet to kiss her. Her thumb dragging achingly slow along that lush bottom lip before her hand ventured further south. Shane's eyes bore so much expression as her fingers dragging along Felicite's throat ever so slowly. Taking in ever detail of the older woman's body. The slope of her neck and the soft silky valleys of her as Shane's fingertips lightly brushed along he collarbone then reached her breasts. Her eyes followed the motion of her fingers, cupping Felicite's left breast in her hand as her thumb gently brushed along the dusty pink nipple which was already erect for her. <br><br>Moaning, Shane brought her lips to the woman of her dreams in a heated kiss as her hand continued to explore her body. Cupping at her breasts, fingers teasing with promises of what was to come. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 06:39:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong><em>Adult content</em></strong></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">She was lost in a sea of sensation, drunk on the taste, smell and feel of the woman in her arms. There was no rational thought. Only want. <em>Need.</em> Her lips drank from the font that was Shane and Léa became transformed.<br><br>Cool air chased over her abdomen and then circled around the breasts hanging unrestrained but crushed against Shane’s chest. When the fabric of her rapidly disappearing shirt caught under Léa’s arms, a small disgruntled sound escaped Léa’s lips, her brow pulling into an adorable moue of discontent due to the separation. Her body understood what her mind protested and moved with the motion, arms releasing their prize long enough to lean back and the shirt slipped from between them to fall discarded to the floor. <br><br>The move rocked her pelvis against Shane’s jeans again and a ragged groan slipped from Léa’s lips, eyes falling closed as her head fell back to settle against the wall. Even the cool air now brushing across her skin seemed like too much stimulus. <br><br>Léa felt her nipples hardened to a point close to pain, her hands reaching up to clench in her own blond locks as Shane’s arms curled around her body. With eyes still closed, she nodded an encouragement&nbsp; Shane likely couldn't even see while the younger woman’s hot, wet lips coasted up the sensitive skin of her neck. Electricity darted from that point of contact. Down to her toes and along the back of her neck. It arrowed down to her groin and Léa felt herself growing impossibly wet. <br><br>A ragged inhale and Léa’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth, her hands leaving her hair to curl instinctively around Shane as her feet left the floor. Léa‘s second leg curled around the girl’s hips, holding their bodies close.&nbsp; The moved brought their torsos back together, Léa’s nipples abrading against the cotton of Shane’s muscle shirt as they moved dragging another whimper from deep in her chest. <br><br><em>God yes!</em> she thought seeing the wall recede behind them. <em>The bed.</em> They needed the bed! But the words didn’t leave her lips. Instead her tongue flicked out, tracing the curl of Shane’s ear then capturing the lobe and suckling it gently. <br><br>Her lips lost purchase on the delectable bit of flesh as she fell backwards onto the softness of her bed. Léa’s arms extended upward, her back arched for a moment one foot planting in the bed, the other straightening until the toes pointed as the decadence of her naked skin against the silk of her duvet was added into the sensual mix. But her eyes were on Shane. God the girl was beautiful. With that thick dark hair, cat ate the canary cocky grin and sexy glint in her eyes.<br><br>Léa licked her lips, her mouth falling open as she waited impatiently for Shane to join her. Her breathing accelerated, becoming a light pant. Shane’s shirt flew over her head and then landed somewhere behind her. But Léa’s eyes were glued to the creamy expanse of skin exposed. Her pupils dilated with desire, her chest heaving as she tried to get enough air.<br><br>And then Shane was there, on the bed with her and moving in. <br><br>“Shane,” Léa whispered, not really knowing what she was asking for. There were too many things she wanted in that moment to narrow it down enough to articulate a single thing.Instead she curled toward the heat of Shane’s body, her eyes staring into the other woman’s, Shane's hand moving slowly with deliberate sensuality over Léa overheated flesh.<br><br>A hand landed lightly on the warm flesh near Shane’s waist, but Léa's attention was wholly captured by Shane’s expression. Her blue eyes swept the fine arch of Shane's brow, dipped along the blades of her cheeks, lingered on the plump wet flesh of the woman's lower lip. The look on Shane’s face was like a drug, pumping through her veins and washing away all the terrible memories of prior experiences. The pain and humiliation she’d found in the bedroom with Ricard by the end of their engagement was relegated to some forgotten back corner or her brain. There was room for nothing between the Shane and Léa but passion.<br><br>Léa swallowed hard, her eye lids drooping, her body swaying into the touch as Shane fondled her breast. The sweep of Shane's thumb caused her womb to contract, a shiver of need painting itself across Léa's skin in the form of goose bumps.&nbsp; <br><br>“Shane,” she whispered again, her French accents thick and curling around the name, making it sound exotic in the quiet of the room. Léa sounded needy, worshipful, hungry, as her eyes fell closed.<br><br>And then Shane’s lips met hers and Léa poured herself into the kiss, saying with her lips and tongue in a hot, wet communication the words she couldn’t the voice to speak only moments earlier. She shifted on the bed, drawing closer to Shane, seeking body contact. She wanted Shane's flesh pressed against her own. No. She <em>needed</em> it.<br><br>With hungry strokes Léa’s fingers started their own trek of exploration. The two shared heated kisses as those fingers wandered over the lush bounty that was Shane. The other woman became Mount Everest to her Edmund Hillary. Up the slope of Shane’s back they swept, taking in the gentle ridges of her spine, the graceful arch of her shoulders, the downy softness of Shane's hair. Down the expanse of her side until they, coasting over the small rise of each rib then dipping into the curve of her waist where they encountered the jean that hugged Shane’s hip. Over the jean material to cup Shane’s ass and pull, seating her own body more firmly in the cradle of Shane’s thigh.<br><br>A little purr of appreciation vibrated Léa’s throat at the feel of the firm globe of Shane’s asscheek and she couldn't check the impulse to feel that skin to skin. Not that she wanted too. Leaning up on an elbow, Léa’s hand swept back up until it met warm skin of her waist. She pulled back from their shared kisses just long enough to gaze into Shane’s eyes and smile. The curve of her lips was unconsciously sexy, desirous. Wanton. Then her fingers tunneled under the jean material at Shane’s waist, sinking whisper soft down along the crack of her ass. Léa leaned in and caught Shane’s lower lip between her teeth in a small nip as she stared into Shane’s eyes from such an intimate proximity.<br><br>Shifting her wrist, Léa slipped her hand further into the tight cocoon and cupped the firm globe again. The tips of her fingers danced dangerously close to the woman’s core from behind. Léa pulled her head back a bit, the skin of Shane’s lower lip pulling taunt for a moment before popping free as Léa slowly stroked her fingers in and down a hair. Almost but not quiet deepening her touch. It was a teasing gesture, tantalizing them both as Léa’s tongue came out to lave away any pain left behind from her bite.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 23:38:35</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Hayden was trying to do anything to avoid the topic that brought him to her apartment in pain. He nodded, stoic not saying anything else in the matter when she bumped his knee with her own drawing attention to his nervous tick. Stopping the motion his blue eyes gazing at his knee as he bite his lip and gave a nervous chuckle. <br><br><strong>"Heh.. No."</strong> <br><br>Swallowing hard and lucky for him changing the subject with the lady gaga thing. His eyes focused on the screen going wide at the display before him. Honestly, celebrities were such odd creatures. Hayden sipped again from his drink and started to dig into his Mongolian beef as he watched aimlessly at the screen frowning at it, <strong>"see if there's anything good on. This is driving me crazy."</strong> <br><br>E! God he didn't care about fashion, he was a farmboy from Kansas. Give him a flannel shirt and jeans any day of the week and he was happy. Watching this show made him ache for home, sighing, <strong>"I should visit the farm in a weekend soon. Feel like coming with?"</strong><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 02:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> sympathetic<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>She knew he was actively trying not to talk about the reason he'd shown up on her doorstep so out of sorts.&nbsp; It made the normally comfortable silence between them awkward, if only because she wanted to tell him how she really felt.&nbsp; About Karen of course, because that's what this was all really about.&nbsp; She firmly believed she only wanted so badly to make his pain disappear because he was one of her best friends.&nbsp; That she only cared about him as a friend and brother.&nbsp; Kris would laugh at anyone who suggested anything more about the way she felt for him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Keep telling yourself that."</strong> She teased him with a crooked little grin.&nbsp; She had to admit, it felt damn good to be sitting with him and in close enough proximity to give him a hard time face to face on the regular.&nbsp; She'd missed it more than she ever wanted to admit.&nbsp; Of course she had friends in Tennessee, a few lovers and people she cared about.&nbsp; None of them were Hayden though.&nbsp; None of them would dish it right back at her.&nbsp; And really, given the gravity of her work she'd sort of shoved this part of personality in a box.&nbsp; <strong>"Gladly."</strong> She remarked on finding something else to watch.&nbsp; <br><br>She polished off her drink and poured out another as she flipped through the channels finally settling on one that played all the old sitcoms, <em>Bewitched</em>, <em>I Dream of Genie</em>, <em>Three's Company</em>, etc.&nbsp; These were the kinds of shows she tended to have on when she had the television on at all.&nbsp; Feel good shows.&nbsp; She got enough drama at work previously.&nbsp; Currently it appeared to be an episode of <em>Green Acres</em> which made her give a good chuckle when he mentioned the farm.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You know if you stand me up I'll still go see your mom and tell her you abandoned me, right?"</strong> She smiled and leaned back against the sofa getting comfortable once more, this time with her drink in hand as she'd eaten all the food in her container.&nbsp; <strong>"I haven't even been back to Kansas but once since we left for college."</strong> She sighed.&nbsp; While it held wonderful memories, those memories were the very reason she'd not been back.&nbsp; After Karen dropped Hayden she figured he'd marry and build his own house on another part of the family farm.&nbsp; Raise a dozen kids and be happy forever in Lawrence.&nbsp; Kris didn't know stability like that.&nbsp; It felt foreign and like she never really fit there.&nbsp; She'd moved so often with her family that she never truly let herself put down roots.&nbsp; Heck, the boxes her stuff was in on the truck had so many things written on them and crossed out from move after move that she was pretty sure she'd have to get new ones next time just to be able to put a clear label on them.&nbsp; <br><br>Throughout college whenever she had a long break from school she either flew to be with her family wherever they were or in the case of Spring Break road tripped with her sorority sisters.&nbsp; During her graduate studies she was working and so even when school was out, she had work.&nbsp; She'd kept in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Sky only superficially with the occasional phone call and email for the first few years, as time passed and she grew further away from Hayden she'd also lost contact with him family.&nbsp; She'd been at his father's funeral, but could only be there the day so her condolences had been made quickly and she stayed on the outer fringes of things.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yeah, I think I would like to go with you."</strong> She finally said softly with a genuine, soft smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Back to the farm I mean."</strong>&nbsp; It would be nice to see his mom, fill her in on how she turned out and how she ended up working with Hayden.&nbsp; God it was such a small world sometimes.&nbsp; <strong>"I wonder if they ever found that joke issue I stuck in the archives with all the ones from senior year?"</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 02:54:46</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused and concerned the building will catch fire with all this steamy smut. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>About to get smutty soon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Shane Alexandra Harris was in primal heaven, the groan of pleasure that escaped her lips as Felicite's tongue dragged along her ear to then suck on her lobe was enough to make the younger woman want to undress her quicker. But she needed to exercise patience at this point as aroused as she was, as much as she needed Felicite's hands on her own body Shane wanted to capture each minute detail of the only woman that was capable of making her feel less than just a good lay. <br><br>Shane's breathing was ragged matching that of Lea's as she took in the sight of her. Her soft whisper, as her name escaped her lips had Shane feeling that&nbsp; moan in every inch of her body. It was all Shane could do but capture Lea's lips with her own, the woman once again whispering in a moan her name. The french accent causing Shane to come undone. <br><br>The student's lips sucked on the Professor's bottom lip gently her tongue darting ever so softly as the kiss between the two of them was so heated she felt her skin flush. Though she was on fire and burning up, though her flesh wanted nothing more than to cool off Shane couldn't do anything more than move into Lea pressing into her, her thigh between Lea's as both women seemed to not know how much closer to get to each other. Lea's hand on her back exploring and running up it made Shane whimper, but it was nothing in comparison to her hand slipping under her jeans and over her ass. <br><br>Pulling her closer, Shane obliged willingly her own hand exploring Felicite's breasts now moving down the petite blond's body. Serious goals and the need to be inside her was overtaking all control in trying to relish ever seconds of what was most certainly going to be the best fuck she had ever had. Looking back at it Shane knew deep in her heart that it wasn't just going to be that. It was lovemaking, something she hadn't done in over 5 years. The last time Shane had ever made love to a woman and her heartache was what made it possible for Shane Harris to meet the gorgeous woman who currently had her hand on her ass and her tongue shoved in her mouth. <br><br>Lea moving and breaking the kiss stopped Shane short, gasping hoping she wasn't changing her mind. But it was only for a brief second that her heart ached, her brows knit together briefly in a look of sadness washed over her and worry. Blue on blue orb as Felicite's gaze bore into her and in that moment, Shane stopped breathing. Her jaw going slack, her lips swollen and deep red from the kissing and arousal. The soft smile that the blond delivered made Shane give her a smirk followed by the direst of smiles her thoughts turning to pure lewd desire towards the woman once more. <br><br><em>HOLY SHIT.</em><br><br>Shane's eyes went wide with the smooth way in which Lea's hand slipped between her boy shorts and dragged right over her ass downward. As her lips met Shane's the younger woman's hand that was previously traveling south was now gripping at Lea's ass to tug her closer a moan of pure pleasure escaping her lips as Lea nipped at her swollen bottom lip. <br><br>Lea's movement with her hand and the moment her fingers slipped further south close to her core from behind made Shane lose her goddamn mind. Stiffening up as she almost went limp and pliable in Lea's arms. She was allowing the woman to do what she pleased. It had been a damn first in her life that a woman had ever made the move first on her. And the <em>WAY</em> she had gone about it. <em>Shane's weak spot</em>, Felicite was hitting that spot now <em>expertly</em>. <br><br>Lea pulling back from her lips and Shane could do nothing with her mouth only stare at Lea her lips ajar as she breathed out ragged breaths and felt her heart speed up shutting her eyes for the briefest of moments as Felicite's fingers one again stroked that delicate spot on Shane. Moving her hips as she pressed herself closer to Felicite, the blond's tongue licking softly at her bottom lip teasing her into a full on frenzy. <br><br><strong>"Unf."</strong><br><br>Shane couldn't handle it anymore, they both were wearing entirely too many clothes. With a grunt the brunette tugged at Lea's knickers, the side on her hip, tugging on the elastic of the white cotton undies and pulled them down over her hips. Using her hand moving from one thigh to the other to get them off as fast as humanly possible. The last few inches, in order not to break contact, had Shane hiking her leg up to use her foot to bring them the rest down. <br><br><strong>"Lea please..."</strong><br><br>She begged, before her hand could start her own exploration, the brunette grabbed at the back of Lea's neck and pressed her closer so she could get to her lips and do her own probing, nipping and sucking at Lea's bottom lip before her lips seared kisses along her neck to then settle at her breasts. Cupping the left one and bringing her lips to it to suck a bit hard not enough to cause pain. <br><br>Her hand now wandered down gripping Lea's thigh she spread it open to allow her access, as Lea's hands continued to explore. Shane Harris' hand <em>FINALLY</em> made a landing. Her palm flat as she dragged from the taint all the way to the top and front of Lea's core. Moaning at the wet slickness coating her palm that was all her doing. Shane smirked with pleasure sucking on Felicite's nipple and releasing it before she gazed into her eyes and raised her brow with a dirty smirk playing at her lips. Her middle finger plunged into Lea's core with no warning, gentle yet deep and pulling back out one again plunged in. Her eyes on Lea's watching the older woman's reaction causing her stomach to flip uncontrollably as her lips met Lea's in a heated kiss. <br><br>The song <em>fuck her gently</em> kept running through Shane's mind in that moment as she bit her bottom lip and pulled back once again in ecstasy to gaze at the woman's reaction to her ministrations. <strong>"Mmm, Lea.."</strong> she purred out in delight, licking her lips and bringing them to the blond's neck to suck and kiss along it as she continued to finger fuck her, Shane's thumb rubbed at her clit working the older woman up and trying to get her point across. <br><br>Worship. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 01:45:11</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong><em>Adult content</em></strong></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">With her elbow planted in the bed, Léa was in the perfect position to assist Shane in removing the single remaining item of clothing she wore. She shifted, lifting her hip from the bed as the white cotton fabric coasted down the creamy skin of her hip and thigh. The movement was frenzied on Shane’s part, the motions slightly jerky and awkward. Léa reveled in it. She wasn’t the only one losing control.<br><br>A sensual smile curled Léa’s lips. Right up until Shane’s mouth closed over her breast and Léa’s muscles went liquid with pleasure. The elbow dropped out from under her and she collapsed back to the bed rolling from her side to give Shane best access, now naked beneath the younger woman as her mouth did things to Léa’s breast that made it difficult to even breathe.<br><br>Léa’s back arched off the bed, a silent offering to Shane, begging with her body for the wet, hot sucking and tongue work to never stop. Léa’s fingers tunneled into Shane’s hair, holding her face to her breast as she gasped with pleasure.<br><br>“<acronym title="Oh my God! That feels so goooood. Harder Shane. Bite harder! More teeth!">Oh mon Dieu! Cela se sent si bon. Shane plus difficile. Mordre plus fort. Plusieurs dents!</acronym>” She gasped her back arching further as her head strained backward into the mattress.<br><br>With hungry fingers, Léa’s hands stroked feverishly at the soft skin available, running her palms over shoulders, arms, back and waist. Up the silky skin of Shane’s neck to slide through the short dark hair and back down, riding the ridges of her spine.<br><br>The sensations flooding her body were new and incredible. It had never been like this. Ricard had never made her feel this way. She was growing impossibly aroused, her body responding in a way that was so intense it almost frightened Léa.<br><br>Without conscious thought, her thighs dropped open at Shane’s silent direction. Then Shane touched her <em>there</em> and Léa felt like an electric current had been applied directly to her core. Her hips jolted and Léa wasn’t sure if her body meant to press into the touch or try to escape the absolute pleasure of it.<br><br>Her chest was heaving, her eyes closed as she struggled against the tide of pleasure that threatened to wash over her. Something was building in her and it was so big it frightened her. Léa blinked up Shane owlishly, a bit dazed from the sensations running riot in her body. Then Shane’s finger plunged deep and Léa’s palms slammed down on the bed, her hand clenching in the fabric of her silk duvet as she keened. <br><br>The muscles of her core contracted around the finger pressing in, expanding the tissues and rubbing against the nerve endings there. Léa’s abdomen curled up meeting Shane's mouth in a hot, wet kiss that threatened to burn the very air around them. <br><br>Shane pulled back, leaving Léa breathless and nearly incoherent.<br><br>“Shane,” she whimpered drawing in air and clamping her lower lip between her teeth as her hips pumped helplessly against the digits. <br><br>“<acronym title="My GOD SHANE!">Mon DIEU SHANE!</acronym>” she choked as Shane’s thumb joined the fray, stroking against her clit.<br><br>Léa ‘s eyes left Shane’s face to watch the younger woman’s hand at work on her and another flood of wet heat rolled over her. It felt good. So damn good…<br><br>Muscles going limp once again, Léa’s eyes rolled closed and her back dropped to the bed. She reached upward, bracing her hands against the headboard so she had better traction and was better able to grind down on Shane’s hand.<br><br>“<acronym title="More! Please!">Plus! Sil vous plait!</acronym> she begged in a whisper as another finger joined the first in her narrow passageway and skated over that magic bundle of nerves Ricard had never been able to find. The jolt of electricity that took her then shot like a bullet from her core. Up the back of her spine to tingle at the base of her neck and down to her feet, curling her toes.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 05:06:43</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused and concerned the building will catch fire with all this steamy smut. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>About to get smutty soon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Her French was rusty but she <em>had </em>learned it <em>only</em> to be able to speak to Felicite and her knowledge on what Felicite was saying always took her a second or so to figure it out. At times she had to ask, but now? Right here in this moment as the blond woman gripped at her hair and pressed her breasts to Shane's face begging her to bite harder? <em>WAS THAT IT?</em> Shane's stomach did a queer sort of flip the sensation traveling to her core as she moaned in response and did as Felicite requested. <br><br>It was teasing at first a bit harder, her teeth dragging on the harden nipples pressed against her lips. With Lea's reactions, it caused Shane to grow more bold with her worshipping of Lea's breasts. Her request would happen; Shane was all for pleasing her in any which way she could. Even with as many women as she had slept with and their reactions were always stealer for Shane, this right here was the highlight of her life. <br><br>Harder.<br><br>And with it came her finger plunging into the blond woman. Shane had to pull away for a brief moment to look at that gorgeous face. Lea was moving, settling on her back even as her hands explored and tugged at Shane. Her begging with just saying her name and that whimper caused Shane's brows to knit together and a pout to form on her lips, <strong>"mmmm, what do you want, baby?"</strong><br><br>Teasing her with her words, because this right here was Shane's playground she was an expert at how to please a woman even if she felt way in over her head. Shane needed to please Felicite like no other lover before her. The brunette smirked at Lea's outburst, her bottom lip sucking in as she released it dragging along her teeth keeping her eyes on her reaction once her thumb joined along in her playground. <br><br>Tease.<br><br>No, it wasn't time yet, she had to relish every second and take it all in. As badly as she wanted to get fully naked and have Lea touch her in all the right places she would be patient because patience bore fruit, with Lea she could easily field an entire farm. Another smirk, dirty as she glanced down to see exactly what Felicite was looking at. <br><br>Her head turning back up to look up at the older woman's features. Tension. There we go. Another smirk and Shane's body went into overdrive with her next outburst. She couldn't even begin to describe the emotions and feelings she felt in her body when Lea asked for more. Her jaw going slack and she was gone, her face bowing down as she sucked and nipped down her nipples and stomach adding another finger to her warm wet core. Fucking her deep with long powerful strokes yet gentle in her approach. <br><br>She was far from done but her lips had a mind of their own and her body was reacting primal almost animalistic towards the delicate Lea. Nipping, sucking harder as she approached her destination. Finally settling between her legs, Shane continued to finger fuck her and looked down watching as her fingers entered the blond and pulled back out, her jaw slack her pupils fixed and dilated. Biting her bottom lip a moan escaping as she gasped watching her fingers being coated with the slick wetness from Lea's pussy. <br><br><strong>"Mmmm fuck."</strong><br><br>Was all she said looking up at the gorgeous woman, blue eyes piercing as they gazed at Lea and without another thought Shane Harris bowed her head, her warm tongue flat as she dragged it along her mentor's lips and all the way up to settle over her clit, flicking it at first teasingly as her fingers continued to fuck her gently then small circles and delicate lollipop like sucks against her clit. Shane moaned in appreciation she had never known heavenly taste until this moment. Lea's moans and reactions to her ministrations were doing a number on Shane with the pressure of the bed under her and her jeans rubbing her in the right spots. Shane was sure that the moment Lea flew over that edge that she'd be over it with her. Over and over again Shane didn't let up on Lea her hand reaching up to grip at the other woman's breasts her fingers toying with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them gently to get her over that edge. Wanting nothing more then the blond to explode on her face. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 01:28:59</strong>
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				<br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cLExZTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:10 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments<br><strong>Mood:</strong> wishing for a do-over of the last few hours<br><strong>Note:</strong>Her thoughts are in italics<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Artemis Fowl<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Amira heard footsteps coming up the stairwell. <em>Great!</em> She had hoped that it being so early she would be shielded from more embarrassment (though there was no one alive that was a bigger critic of Miss. Amira than herself). Guess not. She pulled her knees in closer to her body and did her best to blend in with the door. Not that wet black hair and the copious amounts of skin she was showing blended well into wood. <br><br>It was only when she heard keys jingle and a familiarly foreign accent that she looked up. She had known quite a few Scotts and while she couldn't always understand them - it was a hard dialect to mistake for anything else. <br><br>She was about to do her best 'I'm fine, it's nothing in case you can pick locks' look when she recognized the owner of those keys. <em>Oh, great!</em> It was the man from Facebook. She had remembered looking him up in the school's directory. Wasn't he someone at the hospital? She groaned internally as she remembered - Chief of Surgery. Yep, only 4 hours into the day and things were already arse over tit. <br><br>"Oh, hey there." She took the man's hand and stood up, quickly shifting what little clothes she wore to try and seem somewhat presentable. <em>Bloody late for that Mira.</em> She nodded to Artemis and stepped into his apartment, trying to explain. <br><br>"Thank you much for this. This time zone has me so knackered that I overslept and forgot to do the wash. And blow me but I locked myself out." She put her hands in her hair, twirling the ends of a few long black strands like she did when stressed out. And then she realized that they hadn't actually been properly introduced yet. "I hate coming off like such a twit, especially being half starkers and all." She extended her hand again. "Amira Hensley... new here." <em>Yeah, like he couldn't plainly tell. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 07:47:29</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Hayden finished as much food as possible and started humming along to the "green acres" theme song. Grabbing his drink the man hadn't realized just how much alcohol he had consumed. Kris was good like that in getting him to drink without him realizing it, especially when he was going through something and right now he had been seriously going through something. <br><br>The man raised his brow giving her a sideways glance and a snicker, <strong>"I inviting you, Charlie. Like I'm really going to just allow you to go on your own. My mother will filet me."</strong><br><br>Yet she still hadn't answered his question properly. Was she going to go with him or not? He wondered in that brief moment if she was far too over Kansas and had a different life now that she would find a way out of it. Chewing on his bottom lip he finished off his drink and set it down, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the carpet when she finally replied he gave her a side grin. <strong>"Awesome. Next weekend? I'll even let you have my own room. Mom would insist I either stay in the barn or on the couch."</strong><br><br>There was something that hadn't occurred to him as of yet, though he had been secretly having sex with his secretary and wasn't in a relationship he wondered now if Kris was so he pressed. <br><br><strong>"You sure your boyfriend won't mind?"</strong><br><br>Her mentioned of the school paper made him snicker and shake his head. <strong>"I actually have it in my house tapped up to my desk in the barn. "</strong><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 09:08:00</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Administrative Chief of surgery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, stoic.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Hover over dialect for translation.<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>The Irish doctor was highly amused at the woman who seemed to be put out of her surroundings. America for anyone across the pond was a lot to take in. Needless to say as he held the door opened for them and shut it behind them as she finally entered, he did get a good look at her backside. <br><br>Flesh and lots it. <br><br>Artemis Fowl licked his lips his Irish accent thick as he tried to pronounce his words carefully so that she understood him. Her accent was clearly muddled with an American accent at best.&nbsp; The man smirked giving her a slight chuckle oh he noticed just how little amount of clothes she was wearing. <br><br><strong>"Laundry day?"</strong><br><br>He asked rather amused as he held out his bad hand that had the cut wrapped up and gently shook her hand, <strong>"Artemis Fowl, pleasure to meet yer, Amira." </strong> <br><br>Setting his keys down he went over to the fridge where the mini kitchenette stood and peered inside, <strong><acronym title="Hey care for some Guinness? I have some wine or Irish Whiskey.">"'Ey, care for a Guinness? Erm. Oi 'ave some wine or OIrish Whiskey."</acronym></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled out his beer and uncapped it with the bottle opener then got whatever she was having, even if it was water, just go with it. Handing her the drink he motioned to the couch, <strong><acronym title="Go on have a seat I'll call up Maintenance, good?">"'Shov' on, 'ave a seat, Oi'll rin' maintenance. Gran'?"</acronym></strong>&nbsp; <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 18:15:20</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Flapjack's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Hayden finished as much food as possible and started humming along to the "green acres" theme song. Grabbing his drink the man hadn't realized just how much alcohol he had consumed. Kris was good like that in getting him to drink without him realizing it, especially when he was going through something and right now he had been seriously going through something. <br><br>The man raised his brow giving her a sideways glance and a snicker, <strong>"I inviting you, Charlie. Like I'm really going to just allow you to go on your own. My mother will filet me."</strong><br><br>Yet she still hadn't answered his question properly. Was she going to go with him or not? He wondered in that brief moment if she was far too over Kansas and had a different life now that she would find a way out of it. Chewing on his bottom lip he finished off his drink and set it down, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the carpet when she finally replied he gave her a side grin. <strong>"Awesome. Next weekend? I'll even let you have my own room. Mom would insist I either stay in the barn or on the couch."</strong><br><br>There was something that hadn't occurred to him as of yet, though he had been secretly having sex with his secretary and wasn't in a relationship he wondered now if Kris was so he pressed. <br><br><strong>"You sure your boyfriend won't mind?"</strong><br><br>Her mentioned of the school paper made him snicker and shake his head. <strong>"I actually have it in my house tapped up to my desk in the barn. "</strong><br></span></span><br></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nostalgic<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.&nbsp; Hair up in a messy bun<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> #8; Kris' apartment<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br><hr><br>She leaned forward and capped booze.&nbsp; Hayden seemed more relaxed and less focused on the earlier text.&nbsp; She also knew he didn't hold his liquor like she did and if had too much she wouldn't be able to get him back to his apartment.&nbsp; Her couch didn't seem all that comfy so yep, tipsy good.&nbsp; Drunk bad.&nbsp; <strong>"I've known you too long Flapjack.&nbsp; You cancel a lot of plans."</strong>&nbsp; Though less with her than others maybe, if she really examined their history.&nbsp; <strong>"And your mom filleting you is what makes it a credible threat."</strong> She grinned broadly, that cheesy grin one sibling might give another when they know they've won.&nbsp; <br><br>She hadn't meant to make him stew.&nbsp; It took her several moments of thought to come to the conclusion to go.&nbsp; Her relationship with her own mother had never been the same after she stayed behind in Kansas and sometimes that old guilt crept back in, thinking on all the happy memories she had without her family.&nbsp; And things like prom with Momma Sky helping her get ready and not her own mother.&nbsp; In the end though, how could she not go back?&nbsp; Next weekend? Wow that was quick.&nbsp; But what plans did she have? She <em>just</em> moved to town.&nbsp; Literally arriving a few hours ago.&nbsp; <strong>"Uh, yeah.&nbsp; I mean why not do it before things get busy here right?"</strong>&nbsp; Where were her boots packed?&nbsp; She'd need those out on the farm.&nbsp; <strong>"Just like old times.&nbsp; But I don't think your old shirts will fit me the same."</strong>&nbsp; Kris chuckled.&nbsp; She'd gotten a couple inches taller in college and put on a little weight since high school.&nbsp; Nothing too drastic, just filling out her frame a little better.&nbsp; <br><br>The brunette was about to take a sip of her drink when he asked about a boyfriend.&nbsp; She coughed and set the glass down.&nbsp; She hadn't had a boyfriend in ages.&nbsp; In fact her last relationship was with a woman, though Hayden didn't know that.&nbsp; <strong>"There's no significant other in my life."</strong> She said softly and looked over at him.&nbsp; <strong>"Between work and research...well let's just say I've been pretty career focused lately."</strong> She cocked her head to the side looking at him curiously.&nbsp; Why did he want to know?&nbsp; She was glad he took the conversational redirect however. <br><br><strong>"No way!"</strong> she laughed.&nbsp; <strong>"Why would you keep it?"</strong>&nbsp; The regularly scheduled publication date for that week their senior year was April first.&nbsp; So she'd made two papers with the help of the other kids on the school paper staff.&nbsp; It was no easy task getting the real edition approved and both editions to the printers without anyone else knowing.&nbsp; All the joke papers had been passed out to lockers early with real editions placed for pickup later.&nbsp; She'd <em>almost</em> gotten suspended for the prank, but when you photoshop your principal in drag that sort of thing is to be expected.&nbsp; <strong>"And more importantly how much of a nerd are you?"</strong> She teased and bumped his shoulder with her own.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 03:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Last Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Administrative Chief of surgery<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, stoic.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Hover over dialect for translation.<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>The Irish doctor was highly amused at the woman who seemed to be put out of her surroundings. America for anyone across the pond was a lot to take in. Needless to say as he held the door opened for them and shut it behind them as she finally entered, he did get a good look at her backside. <br><br>Flesh and lots it. <br><br>Artemis Fowl licked his lips his Irish accent thick as he tried to pronounce his words carefully so that she understood him. Her accent was clearly muddled with an American accent at best.&nbsp; The man smirked giving her a slight chuckle oh he noticed just how little amount of clothes she was wearing. <br><br><strong>"Laundry day?"</strong><br><br>He asked rather amused as he held out his bad hand that had the cut wrapped up and gently shook her hand, <strong>"Artemis Fowl, pleasure to meet yer, Amira." </strong> <br><br>Setting his keys down he went over to the fridge where the mini kitchenette stood and peered inside, <strong><acronym title="Hey care for some Guinness? I have some wine or Irish Whiskey.">"'Ey, care for a Guinness? Erm. Oi 'ave some wine or OIrish Whiskey."</acronym></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled out his beer and uncapped it with the bottle opener then got whatever she was having, even if it was water, just go with it. Handing her the drink he motioned to the couch, <strong><acronym title="Go on have a seat I'll call up Maintenance, good?">"'Shov' on, 'ave a seat, Oi'll rin' maintenance. Gran'?"</acronym></strong>&nbsp; <br></span></span></div></div><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cLExZTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:10 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments<br><strong>Mood:</strong> wishing for a do-over of the last few hours<br><strong>Note:</strong>Her thoughts are in italics<br><strong>Tag:</strong>Artemis Fowl<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>She let out a exasperated but grateful sigh at at least being out of the hallway, no longer showcasing the newest faculty member in all her 'glory' to any other passerbys. "Ta Artemis, sorry to meet in such a compromising fashion. And a pint of the pure would be grand!" She wondered if he had Guinness imported straight from Dublin or the stuff shipped and sold in the states. Those who knew swore it was the same formula (even though draft was of course always better) but she wasn't convinced. <br><br>She settled herself on his couch, tucking her feet under her rump though that did little to cover up any extra skin. No matter how she shifted those flimsy cotton shorts she was always showing too much of her rear or too much skin below her navel. And the cool morning air of the hallway had still caused all sorts of havoc on her barely dry tank top. The black fabric did little to hide the outline of her breasts and protect them from the nip in the air. <br><br>"Cheers" She said as she took the bottle and brought the neck of it to her lips for an well needed gulp. Perhaps a tad too early for her to be drinking, but the circumstances clearly warranted it. And there was no amount of class prep that could be done in her present state so bottoms up. Early for her but she could tell by the tired look on his face that he had yet gone to sleep. "I really appreciated the help and the call. Sorry for keeping ya up after what I imagine was quite a shite day." She motioned to his hand. "On the job?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>20-12-2020, 02:49:09</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong><em>Full on NSFW</em></strong></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Léa was absolutely lost in the feelings sparkling through her body and dancing on her nerve endings. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. All she could do was pant, and writhe under Shane’s knowledgeable fingers. All Léa could do was <em>feel</em>. Her toes curled tight and she moaned a long, ragged sound that was the only way her body seemed to know how to release the minutest amount of the tension building inside her. It wasn’t enough.<br><br>Shane was working her way slowly down Léa’s body, each place her lips and teeth touched seeming to react like they’d been touched by flame. Léa gasped Shane’s name over and over again, interspersed with inarticulate cries of tortured pleasure.<br><br>She heard Shane say…something. It was from far away and Léa couldn’t seam to catch and hold the words long enough to make them translate in her mind. Her toes curled so tight, as did her fists, that she lost any sensation they were capable of other than the pain of their grip.<br><br>Shane was toying with her nipples, pinching and rolling them with enough force that Léa couldn’t help but respond, moving into the touches. It felt like nirvana. Then it happened, Shane’s warm, wet tongue stroked through her slit to start working her clit.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“<acronym title=" My GOD SHANE!"><em>Mon DIEU SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!</em></acronym>” Léa shrieked until the last of the air was squeezed from her lungs. Her body pulled tight, so tight it felt like she was sucked into the crushing center of a black hole. Her thighs clamped around Shane's shoulders and Léa didn't have the head space to even consider if she was trying to hold the younger woman in place or to block her away from the dizzying, waves of utter, almost painful, bliss her stroking tongue continued causing. The still, silence of the orgasm lasted one long, suspended second. Then two. On the third she broke apart, keening her pleasure to the Heavens. She shattered into a thousand tiny little pieces that pinging off in every direction to be lost to the universe washed with dazzling displays of light and the intense body wracking convulsions Shane had just triggered.&nbsp; <br><br>Léa juddered and shook on the bed for drawn out minutes. She writhed and keened until her body went limp, her heart practically beating out of her chest. There was no way to tell how long she lay there insentient, Léa only knew she swam back up from whatever paradise Shane had, at long last, shown her, to the feel of the other young woman’s tongue still lapping at her lightly. Each stroke seemed to cause a tiny aftershock, the muscles of her abdomen undulating, hips giving tiny, jerky, twitches. There was no energy left in her body for larger reactions. She was drained completely.<br><br>She rolled her head to the side to look down her pale, creamy skin, past the rounded breast with Shane's hand still playing at the nipple, to the full, dark head of glossy hair and burning blue eyes. There was a look there like Léa had never imagined seeing on the younger woman’s face. Satisfactions, <em>sexual</em> satisfaction. Desire. Smug knowledge. And what looked like an aching need of her own. <br><br>With a swift ab curl, under power she didn’t even know she still had, Léa curled her fingers around the base of Shane’s skull, pulled up while her head dipped down and fastened her lips hungrily to the ones that tasted of her own slightly salty essence.<br><br>Léa moaned into the kiss, having never tasted herself on anyone’s lips before. Her tongue rasped along the opening of Shane’s mouth and then plunged in hungrily when the younger woman let her lips part. She fucked the younger woman's mouth in the same plundering manner she experienced from the talented fingers in her core. Léa’s free arm curled around Shane’s shoulders, pulling their chests into contact. Their breasts rubbed softly one against the others with each breath and movement in a sensation that was entirely new and addicting to Léa. The feel of the hardened buds of Shane’s nipples dragging against her own breasts made Léa practically crazy with hunger again. Even though Shane had just triggered the only and <em>strongest</em> orgasm she’d ever had with another person.<br><br>Her arms closed tightly around Shane, Léa let her body fall backward onto the bed dragging Shane’s with it, used to and needing the feel of a heavy human body on her own to keep her grounded when she felt so out of control.</span></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Guinevere Staff Apartments</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 21:07:06</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CN0uTwjWwAASoXi.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused and concerned the building will catch fire with all this steamy smut. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>NSFW smut-a-thon </strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Félicité Mercier - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>shane harris continued her loving assault on lea’s body; each stroke of her tongue keeping in time with her own heart rate that seem to be in tune with the pulsating muscles inside lea’s velvet, soaked, warmth. every stroke of her fingers plunging in and out of the blonde, the brunette would scissor her fingers and curl them to gently massage hidden ridges and hit that other bundle of nerves that never failed to make women lose their goddamn minds with their orgasms. g-spot party of one please. and pleasing is what exactly was occurring as shane’s expert fingers toyed in a deep probing rhythm and her tongue flicked, licked, and sucked the other bundle of nerves at lea’s apex. <br><br>then she felt it as well as heard it when her mentor moaned out her name and stiffened up. shane’s eyes that were closed opened an she glanced upwards through the valley of alabaster flesh to lock with the blondes face. a smirk appeared and in that moment shane harris moaned because a small sympathetic orgasm broke through her own body as she continued to gently stroke lea through a very powerful orgasm. god she was glorious as shane continued to watch. and the orgasm that lea had was so powerful it had shane’s head locked in the position she was in by the blonde’s thighs. it didn’t phase the brunette in fact it only further caused the dirty smirk to appear on her lips as she watched in fascination as lea lost control and allowed shane to bring her to that precise cliff keeping her safe as she began to stroke her through her orgasm trying hard not to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves at lea’s apex. she waited and would bid her time before she’d kiss back up the blonde’s body to bring her to that edge again. to worship her lips and kiss her languidly. <br><br>but all thoughts of that went out the window.<br><br>because her mentor decided to grab shane by the head and tugged her up so that she could seek out hype brunette’s lips. shane moaned achingly against the blonde and surrendered to the older woman’s demands. kissing her back and groaning as she parted her lips with lea’s insistent tongue. it was by far the hottest kiss she had ever had, the woman’s persistent tongue hotly plunged into shane’s mouth as she practically fucked it to the rhythm matching the brunette’s heart rate. shane’s hand pulled out from between them as she gripped at lea’s shoulders and groaned when their bare breasts connected and lea laid back into the bed taking the brunette with her. <br><br>shane was so unbelievable wet and turned on she whimpered against the blonde’s lip and moaned out her name, “lea please.” she didn’t know what she was begging for but she almost sounded like a wounded animal with the sound that accompanied her lover’s name. she needed something and maybe she needed out of the restricting jeans she was wearing. maybe she needed to just let the cool air do it’s thing. maybe she wanted to watch lea come apart again and again. yes that was definitely a big maybe. she liked that idea as she asked, “let me have you again.”<br><br></span></span>
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