forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Oh. Okay, I think I get it now,” Amber hummed as she looked over his work. She chewed on her lip a little bit while her eyes flicked over the page, noting what to do and how.

William’s eyes fell on her lips and he held back a sigh. Why was she doing that? Why was she so comfortable around a male like this? Hell, why was he acting like this? He remembered the feel of her lips against his and shook his head. Really, what was he doing?

Amber’s tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips, and she pulled the notebook into her lap again. Moving onto the next question, she tried to figure it out on her own, blissfully unaware of the thoughts of the man beside her.

“Would you stop that?” William almost growled, shaking his head before he moved away, picking up his fork. If she kept doing that, he would go insane. It was better to focus on his noodles than what that woman was doing.

Amber blinked, her eyebrows drawing together as she looked up at him. “Stop doing what…?”

“Being so comfortable around me,” William muttered after he swallowed his bite. “Aren’t you afraid I could do something to you?”

Amber smirked a little and shook her head. “We’ve lived together for about four months, now. If you really wanted to do something to me, you would have long before now,” she answered before looking back down at her book.

William set his bowl down on the table before he turned to look at Amber. He grabbed her arms and pinned her to the couch, leaning his face closer to her.

“You need to wait for the plan to ripen before you act on it, don’t you?” He questioned in a rather deep voice, eyes dropping slightly. “Don’t be so open around men, Blue.”

Amber gasped as she was grabbed and pressed back into the couch. She opened her mouth to say something, nothing more than a surprised squeak coming out as she gasped at him.

“What in the world, William?” she finally breathed, feeling her heart rate skyrocketing. Dang it, he was close to her, and she was suddenly remembering the way his lips had felt in hers when she had drunk-kissed him about a week ago…

Not the time to be thinking about that…

William didn’t know what he was doing, either. His eyes flickered to her mouth for a second, remembering how soft they’d felt, before he turned his gaze back to her eyes. He knew what he felt for her wasn’t even remotely close to romantic, but who wouldn’t react this way?

“You never know when the men close to you choose to dig their claws in, Blue,” he said instead, ignoring the way she was reacting. “So do take care of yourself.”

Amber continued to gape up at him for a moment before she clamped her mouth shut. She chewed on her lip, then realized what she was doing and stopped. Her eyes dropped to his lips, and she cursed herself before pressing herself up against him and connecting them.

Why did she do this to herself? Why did she have to kiss him when they big knew they didn't have feeling for each other? Not romantic ones, anyway..

William almost growled when she bit her lips again, but froze when he felt her lips on his the very minute. What was she doing? What were both of them doing? He knew he shouldn’t have put them in such a situation, and she shouldn’t be kissing him, but they both were crossing lines.

His eyes closed on their own, lips moving against hers. They tasted sweet, William noted. They were still soft, and he wasn’t complaining. Then he pulled away gently, offering her a smirk once his eyes opened.

“What, was that another ‘thank you’ kiss?” He breathed out.

Frick… Should've made a "no touching" rule, apparently…

Amber's eyes had snapped shut as soon as her lips connected with his, then had slowly opened again when he pulled away. For a moment, all she saw were his eyes. His piercing, and penetratingly dark eyes… And then he was saying something that landed in her deaf ears, which were roaring with blood. It took her a moment to understand what he'd said.

"What, was that another 'thank you' kiss?"

She groaned quietly and squeezed her eyes shut again, taking a moment to compose herself. When they opened, she was completely calm on the outside. A small smirk played on her lips as she looked up at him.

"Yup," she murmured, biting the corner of her lip teasingly before letting it go half a second later.

William cocked his head to the side, his lips throbbing. Amber groaned and squeezed her eyes as if she was flustered, but when she opened them again, they were void of any emotion other than calm. That was the first time he’d looked into her eyes this close, but he couldn’t deny they sucked him in.

“Is that so?” He murmured faintly, pressing their lips together again for a second or two before he pulled away, pretending the reason for kissing her wasn’t because he wanted to. “That’s my ‘you’re welcome’, then.”

Amber swallowed thickly when he pulled away, wishing her lips would stop pulsing. She made a coughing sound in her throat, hiding another small groan, this one of disappointment. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the couch with a deep sigh.

"I hate you," she muttered.

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” William mumbled, pushing himself off of her and making himself comfortable on the couch again.

He wanted to keep on kissing her. Her lips felt that soft. Though they had no feelings for one another, he still wanted to do it. Was it, perhaps, the ache left behind after finally letting go of Caroline? William didn’t know, but what he did know was that he wanted to pull her into another kiss. He pushed those thoughts away, focusing on finishing his noodles, which had cooled down slightly.

"Uuuggggggghhhhh…" Amber let out a long, frustrated groan and threw her head back again. She rubbed at her face with her hands, then leaned forward again to bury it in them.

She needed to stop acting like this. The sooner she was back to her normal, snarky self, the better. For both of them. The only way this… thing between them would end was in pain. And she'd had enough pain lately.

William’s internal groan matched the one Amber released. He almost scoffed—did she dislike the kiss that badly? Certainly didn’t seem like it…

Still, he knew they should stop. He needed to get his act together. Letting her in would only result in her getting hurt, and his own issues skyrocketing. He had enough problems to take care of, so why add another one? Why was she so hard to ignore? Just when he had gotten rid of one of his worries, another piled itself on him. He didn’t want to make things worse.

“I’m going to my room…” he muttered, pulling himself to his feet. “Right after I wash this. Let me know if you need more help.”

Amber hummed in response, unmoving from her place. Gosh, she hated this. This whole situation was ridiculous and stupid and frivolous. When would next semester come so she could her a new dorm?

William quickly washed his dishes and, without sparing Amber another glance, entered his room. He fell back against the bed and heaved a tired sigh. What was he even doing? He couldn’t wait for her to finally move out… The sooner she left, the quicker he’d feel free.

As soon as Amber heard the door to William's room shut, she sighed and leaned back. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before she reached up to press the tip of her finger against her lips. They were still tingling from the kiss, like it had just happened a second ago rather than a few minutes ago. She needed to get over this phase quickly, before it became a problem…

William huffed loudly, fisting his hairs in his hand. He wanted to kiss her again, goddamn it. Not Caroline or any other girl—her. Snarky, sarcastic little Blue. No feelings involved—just wanted her lips pressed against his again.

“I’ll forget about it soon,” he muttered to himself. “No need to fret over it.”

Amber groaned at her own thoughts, which kept drifting back to a certain someone. And said person's lips. And the way they felt pressed against her own…

She let out a long sigh and picked herself off the couch to make her way to her room. She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself from this mess.

William reaches out for his violin, knowing there was only one way he could push out the thoughts of her warm lips. He pressed the bow against the strings, producing a soft melody, and closed his eyes.

It didn’t work. His lips still tingled.

Amber grabbed a set of pajamas from her drawers and stepped out of her room. She slipped into the bathroom, making sure to lock the now-fixed door behind her, and started to run a shower. Maybe this plus some singing would help…

A few hours later, William walked into the kitchen, relieved to find the living room empty. That meant he wouldn’t have to look at Amber, or her lips. He’d want them again if he saw them, and that was not an option. Not right now.

He opened the fridge to find it nearly empty. He quirked an eyebrow. Damn They needed to go out for groceries.

“Hey, Blue?” He called out after much thought. “It appears we need to get groceries.”

He didn’t think he would be the one suggesting it, but it was a Sunday.

Amber stepped put of her room, still-wet blue hair pulled up into a high ponytail. She'd tossed on and oversized hoodie and sweatpants after her shower, which had helped a little.

Now, she was trying not to think of their kiss or his lips as she made her way into the kitchen. Looking through the cupboards and fridge, she nodded her agreement.

"Yeah, we do… Let's head to the store, then," she said with a small sigh. "I'm going to go change quickly, though."

William tried hard not to look at her, and thankfully he succeeded. He just needed to spend a few hours with her, and then it would be over. This craving would end.

“All right,” he replied softly. “You do that.”

"We should take your car this time since it's cold out," Amber stated matter-of-factly over her shoulder as she turned back to go to her room.

Just a little bit longer with him… Then you can do whatever you need to to get him off your mind.

“All right,” William agreed. “My car it is.”

When Amber disappeared into her room, he let out a relieved sigh. Since when did it get so hot? Shaking his head, he, too, walked into his room. He needed a jacket. Going out in a freezing weather wearing a simple shirt would be stupid.