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om_mainRemy witnesses the aftermath of Lil-and-Scott-Alone-Time Gone Wrong. Backdated to May 17th.
"Just find my pants and I'll help you!"
Lil wasn't sure where her clothes had ended up - and that was before the bedding had been added to the pile on the floor. Having at least recovered her bra, she'd wrapped a sheet around her waist and was securing it tightly as her boyfriend began flipping the mattress against the wall. They had to get this cleaned up - and the sooner, the better!
"Scott! Stop! This is my fault and I'm stronger. I can do this if you just help my find my pants first!"
He turned from where he'd propped the mattress up, clad in only the boxers he'd managed to scoop out of the chaotic pile on the floor and his goggles. "Uh...threw 'em near the, uh...desk, I think," he offered, before turning back to look at the bed.
Scott went for the headboard, snapped into a couple pieces now, as he added, "And I'm pretty sure this counts as our fault."
Remy usually tried the door first before knocking, since Scott locked it if there was some reason Remy shouldn't come in. Same applied for Remy, of course, but unfortunately he was the one of them not having sex in their room.
When he walked in, he was glad not to find anything actually going on. The scene before him, really, was much more entertaining.
He leaned against the door frame and smirked. Not bothering to hide a brief appreciative look at Lil first. Then the bed. "Scott. Didn't think you had it in you."
Startled at Remy's appearance, Lil nearly dropped the sheet she was wrapped in, revealing the curve of her bare ass. "Holy fuck!" she spat as she regained her balance and pulled the fabric up and around her chest to cover herself fully.
Scott had jumped almost a foot when he'd heard LeBeau's drawl, and he was still scrambling for his and Lil's clothes as he demanded, "Couldn't you knock or something?!"
"We had a deal," said Remy pointedly. He seemed entirely unfazed by this entire situation. "Lock the door. You didn't lock the door. It's okay, I can promise you I've seen much more scandalizing scenes than this." He stepped inside, over to his side of the room. "No worries, just came to get another pack of cigarettes. What are you going to do about that bed though?"
"We're gonna take it to the trash and go snag one from onea the other empty rooms," Lil explained. Rather than continue to look for her clothes, she shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other and pulled the sheet a little tighter around herself. "You know, as soon as we find our clothes."
Even as she said it, Scott found her pants, and offered them over to her. That was the plan, in terms of immediately replacing his bed. But he already knew this was going to mean a talk with the headmasters and some kind of payment plan for him to pay to replace it.
That wasn't LeBeau's business though, so instead he asked, "Why, you offering up yours?"
Remy laughed. "Stay off of my bed. I mean that. You need to get your freak on you can go somewhere else for the time being like the rest of us do. I recommend the boat house."
Lil scowled at Remy over her shoulder then moved to the corner of the room while replying, "Ain't gonna do anything on your bed." At least, she didn't have any plans to. Who knew if Scott would eventually want to as some sort of revenge but as for that moment...
Turning her back to the boys, she dropped the blanket, revealing the long, lean length of her back and the small, cute dimples on her rear as she slipped back into her jeans. It would only make things worse, she figured, if she paused to look for her underwear. Her shirt, however, that would be a necessity for leaving...
Scott was momentarily distracted as Lil dropped the sheet, before realizing his should be focusing on making sure that Remy was not similarly distracted. Jesus, though, even when he was fucking panicked she looked beautiful.
"Or in the boathouse," he added, hoping to distract his roommate. "Not if you've been defiling it."
Remy looked. Of course he looked. She was so nonchalant about it that he was pretty sure she probably wanted him to look. Or at the very least, that she didn't care. "Yeah, I'm going to go get a sandwich," he said, and walked over to his desk to snatch a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer. "You kids have fun."
Lil looked back over her shoulder and quickly snatched up the sheet to cover her bra-clad only front before turning. "Fucking lotta fun we can have with a busted bed. Only goes to show you shouldn't try new things with a girl who's got super strength." The last was directed at Scott but she didn't look at him. Instead, she licked her bottom lip and nodded to the pack of cigarettes. "Can I bum one offa you?" Lil asked and this time her gaze did shift to where her boyfriend stood, soft and sweet like a begging puppy. "If you don't mind me having one."
Scott was working back and forth between checking on Lil and glaring at his pig of a roommate. "If ever there was a time to smoke....yeah, sure."
"Absolutely, cherie," said Remy, taking a step closer to her and smoothly shaking a single cigarette out of the box and offering it to her.
The smile she gave both of them was both relieved and grateful. "Thanks," Lil said, though it wasn't clear who it was directed to, as she took the cigarette. Scott was absolutely right, however: if there was ever a time to smoke... She gave a nod to Remy and adjusted the sheet around her before glancing over at her boyfriend. "I told you we shouldn'ta tried it like that," came the murmur and after tucking the cigarette behind her ear, she began the search for her shirt.
Scott didn't even try to hide his eyeroll. Whatever, they could have that conversation later. Instead of responding, he crossed his arms and just gave Remy a pointed look. Go ahead, then. Get your fucking sandwich.
Remy seriously wanted to know what they'd been doing that had broken the bed. But all he did was punch Scott lightly on the shoulder with a grin. You sly dog you. And wandered off into the hallway, replacing the box of cigarettes in his pocket.
Lil watched Remy go but didn't speak again until he'd disappeared. "Sorry," she murmured again to her boyfriend, frowning once more.
"Don't be. We'll fix it." Well, at least they'd deal with the actual bed. The bigger problem was going to be LeBeau keeping his mouth shut.
"We'll fix it," she repeated, nodding before giving him a small but surprisingly adorable smile. "How about we start with finding the rest of our clothes, first, though?"
"Just find my pants and I'll help you!"
Lil wasn't sure where her clothes had ended up - and that was before the bedding had been added to the pile on the floor. Having at least recovered her bra, she'd wrapped a sheet around her waist and was securing it tightly as her boyfriend began flipping the mattress against the wall. They had to get this cleaned up - and the sooner, the better!
"Scott! Stop! This is my fault and I'm stronger. I can do this if you just help my find my pants first!"
He turned from where he'd propped the mattress up, clad in only the boxers he'd managed to scoop out of the chaotic pile on the floor and his goggles. "Uh...threw 'em near the, uh...desk, I think," he offered, before turning back to look at the bed.
Scott went for the headboard, snapped into a couple pieces now, as he added, "And I'm pretty sure this counts as our fault."
Remy usually tried the door first before knocking, since Scott locked it if there was some reason Remy shouldn't come in. Same applied for Remy, of course, but unfortunately he was the one of them not having sex in their room.
When he walked in, he was glad not to find anything actually going on. The scene before him, really, was much more entertaining.
He leaned against the door frame and smirked. Not bothering to hide a brief appreciative look at Lil first. Then the bed. "Scott. Didn't think you had it in you."
Startled at Remy's appearance, Lil nearly dropped the sheet she was wrapped in, revealing the curve of her bare ass. "Holy fuck!" she spat as she regained her balance and pulled the fabric up and around her chest to cover herself fully.
Scott had jumped almost a foot when he'd heard LeBeau's drawl, and he was still scrambling for his and Lil's clothes as he demanded, "Couldn't you knock or something?!"
"We had a deal," said Remy pointedly. He seemed entirely unfazed by this entire situation. "Lock the door. You didn't lock the door. It's okay, I can promise you I've seen much more scandalizing scenes than this." He stepped inside, over to his side of the room. "No worries, just came to get another pack of cigarettes. What are you going to do about that bed though?"
"We're gonna take it to the trash and go snag one from onea the other empty rooms," Lil explained. Rather than continue to look for her clothes, she shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other and pulled the sheet a little tighter around herself. "You know, as soon as we find our clothes."
Even as she said it, Scott found her pants, and offered them over to her. That was the plan, in terms of immediately replacing his bed. But he already knew this was going to mean a talk with the headmasters and some kind of payment plan for him to pay to replace it.
That wasn't LeBeau's business though, so instead he asked, "Why, you offering up yours?"
Remy laughed. "Stay off of my bed. I mean that. You need to get your freak on you can go somewhere else for the time being like the rest of us do. I recommend the boat house."
Lil scowled at Remy over her shoulder then moved to the corner of the room while replying, "Ain't gonna do anything on your bed." At least, she didn't have any plans to. Who knew if Scott would eventually want to as some sort of revenge but as for that moment...
Turning her back to the boys, she dropped the blanket, revealing the long, lean length of her back and the small, cute dimples on her rear as she slipped back into her jeans. It would only make things worse, she figured, if she paused to look for her underwear. Her shirt, however, that would be a necessity for leaving...
Scott was momentarily distracted as Lil dropped the sheet, before realizing his should be focusing on making sure that Remy was not similarly distracted. Jesus, though, even when he was fucking panicked she looked beautiful.
"Or in the boathouse," he added, hoping to distract his roommate. "Not if you've been defiling it."
Remy looked. Of course he looked. She was so nonchalant about it that he was pretty sure she probably wanted him to look. Or at the very least, that she didn't care. "Yeah, I'm going to go get a sandwich," he said, and walked over to his desk to snatch a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer. "You kids have fun."
Lil looked back over her shoulder and quickly snatched up the sheet to cover her bra-clad only front before turning. "Fucking lotta fun we can have with a busted bed. Only goes to show you shouldn't try new things with a girl who's got super strength." The last was directed at Scott but she didn't look at him. Instead, she licked her bottom lip and nodded to the pack of cigarettes. "Can I bum one offa you?" Lil asked and this time her gaze did shift to where her boyfriend stood, soft and sweet like a begging puppy. "If you don't mind me having one."
Scott was working back and forth between checking on Lil and glaring at his pig of a roommate. "If ever there was a time to smoke....yeah, sure."
"Absolutely, cherie," said Remy, taking a step closer to her and smoothly shaking a single cigarette out of the box and offering it to her.
The smile she gave both of them was both relieved and grateful. "Thanks," Lil said, though it wasn't clear who it was directed to, as she took the cigarette. Scott was absolutely right, however: if there was ever a time to smoke... She gave a nod to Remy and adjusted the sheet around her before glancing over at her boyfriend. "I told you we shouldn'ta tried it like that," came the murmur and after tucking the cigarette behind her ear, she began the search for her shirt.
Scott didn't even try to hide his eyeroll. Whatever, they could have that conversation later. Instead of responding, he crossed his arms and just gave Remy a pointed look. Go ahead, then. Get your fucking sandwich.
Remy seriously wanted to know what they'd been doing that had broken the bed. But all he did was punch Scott lightly on the shoulder with a grin. You sly dog you. And wandered off into the hallway, replacing the box of cigarettes in his pocket.
Lil watched Remy go but didn't speak again until he'd disappeared. "Sorry," she murmured again to her boyfriend, frowning once more.
"Don't be. We'll fix it." Well, at least they'd deal with the actual bed. The bigger problem was going to be LeBeau keeping his mouth shut.
"We'll fix it," she repeated, nodding before giving him a small but surprisingly adorable smile. "How about we start with finding the rest of our clothes, first, though?"
