Studying under the Tree

[Will Stanton]

"Maybe dirty notes, then, or something. I could tell you what I want you to do to me...or I should nick your laptop and change your icons; they're pretty small...

And mean? I dunno, it seems pretty fun to me. I see no reason to stop..."

[Sara Stanton]

"I swear if I find any dirty notes in my books..." It's a bit of an empty threat because she's not quite sure how to end it. "Yeah, well... maybe it's too fun for sitting out in the open like this..." she goes on with just a hint of whining in her voice.

[Will Stanton]

"What? What'll 'you'll'...

And I dunno, I'm having a grand old time. Out in the fresh air, in the sunshine..."

[Sara Stanton]

"I don't know, but I'm not sure you'd like it." she makes a pointless blanket threat. "Out where people keep walking past us..." She's obviously getting flustered and tries to squirm out from under Will.

[Will Stanton]

"Well, I don't know...I certainly don't FEEL like moving, Sara."

[Sara Stanton]

"Oh fine then..." she stops squirming and simply turns herself to stone, although the process seems to go alot more hesitatingly than usual.

[Will Stanton]

"Oooh, OK. TWO can play at that game," he grinned, devilishly.

Shifting into Willow, he repositioned herself so she was splayed out in Sara's arms, wrapping her arms around her neck and giving the statue a big kiss before shifting her skin into stone, as well, leaving a rather erotic statue of the two girls in love sitting on the quad, with Sara carrying her lover back...somewhere.

[Sara Stanton]

"You are the worst, you know that?" the Sara statue frowns slightly, although there's a clear hint of amusement in her voice as she shifts back, 'defeated'.

[Will Stanton]

"What? I thought it was very tasteful," she said, shifting back to flesh but otherwise not moving from Sara's arms.

[Sara Stanton]

"I don't mind 'tasteful' statues as long as they're not me." The blush on her face showing now that it's not stone anymore. She's still a little embarassed, but she's not letting go of Will(ow) either.

[Will Stanton]

Will(ow) squirmed a little bit in Sara's arms, just enough so Sara is definitely aware how much of Willow is lying on her.

"Gee, I dunno, I think you've got very smooth lines," she said, running a finger down the middle of Sara's chest. "And a nice texture..."

[Sara Stanton]

She noticably shivers at Will(ow)'s finger while straining a bit to keep holding her. "Really W-Will... this isn't something to do outside of our dorms..."

[Will Stanton]

"If-you-want-me-to-move," he said, drumming a finger on Sara to emphasize each word, "you're-going-to-have-to-make-me."

[Sara Stanton]

"Oh so that's how it is, huh. Force me to order you around... Fine. I'll just have to..." She softly kisses Will(ow). "...drag you to my room..." And again. "...and let you..." And another one. "...not get any." She teasingly sticks her tongue out at her.

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, so you want me just to watch? If that is your pleasure, madam, it is my wish," she smiled.

[Sara Stanton]

"No fair! It doesn't work as a threat if you just enjoy it anyway." she pouts.

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, you want it THAT way? Alright...

Oh, no, please, I'm not sure I could stand it! What could I do to change your mind..."

[Sara Stanton]

"That's somehow not very convincing after what you just said." she chuckles. "Now I'll have to think of something else." She stands up and takes a few steps before having to shift a little to carry Will(ow) with wearing herself out.

[Will Stanton]

Will holds on tighter. In fear. Not a hug at all. Nope, fear.