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Twelve more days, but who was counting?

He wasn't trying to do anything but give her the massage she requested. Unfortunately he was becoming. Aware. Of some unfortunate side effects to his rocking and rubbing.

This did not please him. It did not please him at all.

Was it the movement? The friction? Her bikini? The oil? He could not say. All that he knew was that he had to stop what he was doing, to give himself some time to breathe.

Stopping had her letting out a muffled groan of disappointment, and she turned her head to look back at him. "What? Why? Why?" Those three words were laced with infinite amounts of frustration, and a tinge of a whine.

He had his hands on his thighs, breathing slowly in and out, in and out, count the breaths, in and out. He refused to look at her, but he did manage to hold up his hand, indicating with his finger for her to give him a moment.

In and out. In and out.

It was the sounds she'd made. Definitely the sounds.

"Dude, are you having some kind of car-coronary or something? Don't die, Kittikins." She wriggled to try to roll over under him, concerned about his lack of talking, since he was normally so gabby, and the look on his face.

Pretty accurate. That described rather well what he thought he was feeling. "I just." Urf. "Need a moment, Kenzi." One in which he did not move at all.

"Need a moment for wha--," the question was bitten off when she felt her thigh brush against something and looked down. Oh. Um... it hadn't looked that big before...

"Oh. Okay. Um, take a minute. Or three. Whatever."

He nodded rapidly, still not looking at her, looking everywhere in the room but her, oh look, he'd never noticed that cobweb up in the corner before...

He held up his finger again, then slowly added two more.

She stayed still, arms tucked tight to her sides as she tried not to move -- or stare. Reeeeally hard not to do both.

He was tapping the fingers of his free hand against his thigh now, as he was afraid to drop his other hand, still counting to three. He pursed his lips, then chewed on the bottom one, hoping the pain might prove a distraction.

After what seemed an interminable amount of time, he made a fist out of the hand hanging in the air between them, and with a final drawn out sigh of breath, extricated himself agonizingly carefully from her bed.

"I think we're done here."

She just nodded. Then she cleared her throat. "Um, you know... it happens, and stuff."

Not to him. Self-control was his middle name. Or it had been. Nothing made sense anymore.

"Mmmhmmm." He was just going to go curl up on his bed for a while. A few years at least, no big deal.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring over at him. Aww... crapballs. "Dude, it's totally natural. I mean, that's what bodies do. With, uh, stimulation, and stuff."

He had his back to her, curled in on himself with his knees drawn up. The immediacy had passed, leaving only a dull urge in its wake. He really didn't want to hear any excuses or any feel-good platitudes. He held up his hand to ward off any more, waving it vaguely before lowering it again.

She didn't know how to deal with this. This was boy territory. She had a feeling that going over and trying to comfort him was just going to piss him off more, so she got up and found something to get dressed in.

"I'm going to go grab dinner. You, uh, want to come or should I bring something back?"

He wasn't angry, and certainly not at her. He was devastatingly embarrassed. He'd let her down. He'd let them both down. They were roommates, friends, nothing more. How could she trust him, now that this had happened? She'd made it clear she wouldn't be bringing anyone back to the room, but now she had to deal with the person already in the room. And now she was the one trying to make him feel better.

Dinner was the last thing on his mind. He waved at her again. "I don't need anything."

She let out a 'pff' and pulled on a pair of shoes. "I'm bringing you back something. You're not going to waste away just because you're emo'ing over getting some wood, Kitt. I'll bring you back a sub."

He wasn't emo and that wasn't why he was upset. He didn't think he could explain all of that to her, so there was no sense in trying. "Mmmf."

With luck he'd be asleep when she got back.

No such luck, Kittikins, because she got hers to go and came back up, tossing them gently on her bed, then tackling him and raving about trolls eating all the Sugar Pops.

She wound up leaning over his back, arm draped around him as she poked at his cheek with a finger. "Get up. You need to eat. Fuel, carface."

"Oonf." He had been been half-asleep. She was insane. Obviously. There was no other explanation for it. Trolls and Sugar Pops and tackling him? Crazy.

He turned his head to stare at her, looking her in the eye for the first time since. It would be officially burned into his mind forever now as The Incident, no notebook necessary for remembering.

"C'mon, carface. Food time. You probably haven't eaten much, and I'm not having my slave pass out on me." She moved back, tugging him with her. "Don't be mopey. People get turned on around friends all the time. Guys just can't hide it as well."

He was hungry. It wasn't until he smelled the food that it hit him, but he couldn't deny it now. He sighed, not resisting. He'd never win.

He rolled over, then sat up, hands folded in his lap, eyes directed at the floor. "I'm sure that's very comforting."

With a sigh, she decided it was time to take one for the team. "You know, I was kinda enjoying myself more than I should have, too." Patting his thigh, she got up and went to her bed, grabbing a sub and handing it over to him.

He took it from her, trying to gauge her sincerity, while he watched her. It was a nice thing to say, trying to make him feel better.

He broke off a piece of the sub, shoving it in his mouth and chewing slowly, more hungry than he'd thought. "I'm really sorry, Kenzi."

Giving him a smirk and letting her eyes linger over him, she said, "Trust me, Kitt, you don't have anything to be sorry for." That might have come out a bit less subtly than she'd intended, but... mmm.

Then she shook her head to clear it, sitting on her own bed and unwrapping her sub to start on.

"No, I mean for everything. Ever since I got here you've been taking care of me." He held up the sub. "Feeding me, showing me the way around, teaching me about this place, trying to get me involved in things, having to give up your privacy to accommodate me.. aren't you tired of babysitting me? And this is how I've repaid you. You were pretty adamant about not wanting to... 'hook up', did you call it? With anyone. I didn't mean to disrespect your wishes. I am so, so sorry."

Zoomed right over his head. Don't worry about subtle, Kenzi.

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