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Would my adherence to lab safety procedures turn you on? Because I can send you pictures of me in protective equipment if you like those better than the naked photos.

[Guin would tease her about this now, both because she found it funny and to keep the tension low until Gwen arrived. As much as she was impatiently waiting to feel what she felt and tasted like.]

I promise to keep this to some very respectful making out but I can’t wait until I get home to kiss you.

Ha ha. You're funny. I enjoy science but I wouldn't go that far.

[Gwen might be blushing at the teasing, but it still made her grin from ear to ear. She was closer to the library now and would be able to look around, try to scout out for Guin and hope that she'd be easy to spot while also easy to pull away from the viewpoint of others.]

I'll even take 'slightly respectful', if I'm being honest. That way we'll know when to head back to your place.

[Guin's next text message is simply directions to help Gwen find her way to the reading room. The room is empty at the moment, just Guin settled on the couch in front of the fireplace with coffee, but it's not an ideal place to make out given the large open space. That will require moving, probably to one of the study rooms outside.

She does, however, give a little wave when she spots that familiar flash of blonde hair. Like oh hi, I got your coffee for you and not like they're about to do something kind of inappropriate.]

[It didn’t take Gwen long to follow the directions to where Guin was posted up in the reading room and couldn’t help the soft smile that played along her lips. Was she nervous? Absolutely. But seeing Guin waiting for her there on the couch in front of the fireplace and the little wave that followed, it was a reminder that the butterflies she felt were a good thing.

Before she looked like she completely lost all ability to continue moving, Gwen slowly moved forward and slid casually next to Guin on the couch. Her eyes drifted away from Guin for a moment to look around, noting they were alone but from the nervous way she wet her lips, she clearly was trying to map out their next course of action.]

Hey. I didn’t keep you waiting too long, right? I know you said to take my time but…

It's fine. It's warm in here, and quiet.

[Guin passes the other coffee over with a smile. She's content to see where this goes, relax and unwind after a long day of class. Despite the fact that she is very much aroused at the moment, she's not expecting that they're immediately going to be all over each other. That would be unbecoming, and also out of the ordinary for them she thinks, when their relationship has always been very respectful. Otherwise they could have been saying much more filthy things to each other.]

So like...how was your day before I dropped the make-out bombshell on you?

I like coming in here, it's...peaceful? I like a space that's quiet when I'm trying to get work done.

[Gwen bites lightly on her bottom lip for a moment before taking the other coffee from Guin, feeling like there was a sort of...mischief in the air because they both knew there was something else going on that they weren't saying. Or, at least telegraphing out loud. They might not have been filthy in the texts they sent back and forth, but there was still a charge in the air and the way her fingers gently brush against Guin's, she hopes she's not the only one who feels it too.]

Busy. But it usually is, because I like to do everything I can to make sure that I'm ahead. I don't like surprises -- academically! [She rushes to quickly add that, because with the word 'bombshell', she didn't want Guin thinking she disliked that.] I don't mind surprises otherwise. I would call it a 'surprise' instead of 'bombshell'. I was surprised in a good way to know you thought of me as more than a friend.

I keep my feelings close to my chest. Especially with other girls. I meant it when I said you were the first one I told about being bi.

[And she hadn’t told many people since. There wasn’t any reason to. She wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or a boyfriend, not after how her ex Stuart had disappeared without an explanation about a year ago. But Gwen had taken her by surprise. She was energetic, kind and considerate - it was hard not to get pulled into her orbit. Her spirit had broken through Guin’s cynical shell.]

I don’t really know what I’m doing. I just know I like you, and I want to try. Even if nothing comes of this and we go back to being friends. You make me want to see what happens.

[It means something to Gwen to know that she kind of broke through a wall, so to speak, when it came to Guin. While she had no such issues in being able to show her emotions (although she did know how to hide them, to call upon that steel in her spine and carry her head high and act like nothing bothered her sometimes), she also seemed to be really great at reading people, being able to detect when they were holding back. Just by paying attention and listening to them, being patient.

After that brief brush of her fingers against Guin's when she grabbed the coffee from her, it emboldens Gwen to reach out with her free hand to gently grasp Guin's hand, her fingers entwining through Guin's own.]

I want to see what happens too. I really like you. As a friend and...also possibly as something more. I've thought about kissing you a few [Meaning, more than a few.] times now and it's actually very distracting. Like it is right now, because I know the study rooms aren't so far away to drag you in.

They're right down the hall.

[Said with a grin. She's spent a few hours in them working on papers, because despite her outward persona, one of the other well-established fact about Guinevere Davies is that she's a dedicated student. Her grades are probably what keeps her from getting into more trouble for her various outbursts. But also because she's had the same thought, just hadn't voiced it because she didn't want to come off too eager. The fact that Gwen says it - the implied confirmation that she's equally as interested - also has her feeling in better spirits than she was when they stumbled into this text conversation.]

Shall we? Although if you want to relax for a few minutes before we fool around I'm totally okay with that. I know how little of a break you actually get. [Playful teasing that indicates how much she's relaxed in the last couple of minutes.] I can wait to get my hands on you. I'm learning patience!

[Gwen felt that nervous excitement, that buzzing sort of electric charge that was thrumming under the surface. The knowledge she could reach out and touch Guin, that she did in fact have the okay to kiss her, it hit her quicker than the mocha she hadn’t even touched yet.]

We can head in there, take a minute if we need to? I kind of…kept thinking about kissing you the whole way here, so I’m glad you’re being the patient one.

[Meaning, it was hard for her. Even if the warmth from the coffee in her hand was making her want to take a sip.]

And while no one is in here to see us sneak off to one of the rooms without it looking like we’re actually studying.

For all anyone knows, we actually are.

[Guin snickered. For all of the misconceptions about her being difficult or trying to coast on her looks, she did show up to class every day. Both of them had that precedent going for them. But she didn't need any more encouragement to stand up from the couch, resisting an instinct to take Gwen's other hand as she held the door to the reading room and then headed down the hallway to find one of the empty study rooms. There wasn't much to it, just a small table and two chairs in an otherwise bare cubicle, but at least it was soundproof.]

Um. [Guin chuckled nervously as she pulled up one of the chairs, feeling a bit nervous again because there was no easy way to segue into "I guess we should start making out now."] So I want this to be romantic and it's totally not. Unless you want me to take my top off. [Cracking a joke about the photo she'd sent Gwen earlier...although she probably would do it if asked.]

You know what, we kind of are studying...at least a little bit, right?

[Anatomy. Biology. The way people tick when it comes to certain social situations and stimuli. It was a light joke, but it was something that could be applied to the situation. And while she was unaware Guin fought the urge to grab her hand, the same instinct had been there for Gwen as well. The blonde could feel the itch in her fingers to reach out but somehow, she managed to resist it when she let Guin lead the way to the study room.

The nervousness from her friend was actually a good thing, since she felt it a little herself and it was entirely due to the fact that she typically had an answer for everything, but she looked at Guin and realized she didn't have the right answer for how to segue right into what they came in here for.

So she set down her coffee and decided spontaneous was the way to go here. She could do spontaneous, after all. The sudden picture she'd sent Guin earlier was proof of that. Did it mean when her lips touched Guin's, that it wasn't at least the tiniest bit tentative, trying to work up to the boldness that caused her to move forward? No, that tentative, soft nature was there but not because she didn't want to kiss Guin, but because she hoped that the spontaneity was considered romantic.]

Whatever you want to say, Gwen.

[Said with her usual sarcastic playfulness and accompanied by a small grin, but that naturally went away the moment she felt her friend's lips on hers. She was kissing back immediately, tasting Gwen's lip gloss in the process. It was a good feeling and an exciting one - she'd always liked new things and stepping out of her comfort zone. Even though she had never meant it in this context. She didn't want to overstay her welcome, though, so after a moment she pulled back just enough to allow them to breathe and work up their courage.]

I've wanted you to do that for weeks. Of course, the rest of my fantasy involves you sitting on my lap.

[This is not untrue but phrased more as a joke. Not only is she hoping that they will both relax, she's also subtly testing the waters to see if she can get away with some of the more explicitly flirty comments that she had only sexted earlier.]

[Kissing Guin was nice, it was more than nice, but she couldn't put an exact word to it right now. It wasn't just coffee she tasted but it was Guin and she ended up wetting her lips a moment after, when Guin pulled back, to get another taste. She knew she wanted to kiss Guin again, probably go further than just kissing her but she also knew they were in a study room of the library, so they could only go so far.

She still grins when Guin admits where the rest of her fantasy goes. Gwen's question would not be a joke, not in the slightest, but a playful curiosity, trying to toe that line between their usual way of being with one another and the flirtier edge that things were moving toward, into something more.]

Is that what you want me to do right now? I can sit on your lap. You just have to tell me the rest of how this fantasy goes. Does it stop with me on your lap, kissing you?

No, I'm pretty sure the rest of it is NC-17. Only for mature audiences.

[Guin is joking, in the sense that were she allowed to do whatever she wanted sans logic or any common sense, the truth would be far more explicit. She has not only a crush on Gwen but a kink for sex in dangerous places, so the most devilish part of her briefly visualizes the idea of the two of them half-naked and scissoring each other right here. She closes her eyes for a few seconds to shake that mental image off, because the more mature and rational side of her is not going to be that selfish or stupid.

Gwen is someone she cares deeply about and in Guin's mind she deserves better than jumping immediately from admitting feelings to hooking up. Plus while she's used to being the subject of the campus rumor mill thanks to the disappearance of her ex, she doesn't want to subject her friend to that if they were to get caught. So it's easier to joke and let Gwen imply that yes, she is interested in perhaps going that far than to say something she probably won't follow through on. She does, however, offer out a solution that might make them both happy.]

If you'd be okay with it - and you don't have to - I'd like to touch you. And you can touch me in return. I'm pretty sure I can play with your pussy without getting caught.

[Gwen tends to play by the rules because that came with the territory of being the daughter of a police captain. People kind of expected her to be the responsible one, the one who stayed out of trouble, that kind of thing. But it also meant there was a part of her that did enjoy the idea of breaking rules. And fooling around in a study room in the library was definitely a rule to be broken. Even if there was a logical voice in her head that said if they planned on going beyond kissing and groping, they should go somewhere else, somewhere more private.

Instead of verbally stating she was okay with it, she moves to sit on Guin's lap and it was probably good for Guin and her confidence in being able to touch her without getting caught, that she happens to be wearing one of her usual skirts. It was one that wouldn't be difficult to hike up and hide what she was doing, in the event they did begin to attract attention.]

I'm okay with all of that, as long as you promise you'll share more of that fantasy with me later, when we're somewhere more private.

[Meaning, if they wanted to take things further than fooling around in the study room, they could see how that went.]

[There's a clear surprised blush that spreads to Guin's cheeks, in a good way. As much as she trusts Gwen, she had sort of expected her friend to tell her that was a bad idea, or maybe play it off with a joke. Instead she's kind of wondering if she's about to wake up because this whole scenario seems like a fantasy playing out in front of her. So much so that she jokingly leans up and pinches Gwen's arm lightly to make sure that she is, in fact, real even as her other arm snakes around her friend's waist to keep her from toppling over. Safety first.]

Of course I will. I'd tell you anything. But if you're ever not comfortable, we can stop, okay? I mean, I know you know that, I just feel like I should say it.

[Because she's always used to being the "bad girl." The one that crosses the line and so therefore she'll always assume it's her getting them in trouble. It's a flaw that will take her a few years to overcome. Guin knows she's rambling now and leans up for another kiss just to stop talking, though this one comes with her hand gently sliding its way up under Gwen's skirt to cup her mound gently.]

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