The ledge tower up from the floor reaching like Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree toward the roofing tile and florescent brightness of the ceiling. Placed end to end, they 'd probably stretch on for miles. land mile and miles of cognition in a individual readiness. His own, personal version of heaven. A smile crown of thorns Sam 's features and he inhales the brilliant musk of well worn Sir Frederick Handley Page and printing ink.

He 's been in 100 of libraries across the country - even has the plastic cards to testify it. They 're housed in a worn shoe box the way most Kyd keep baseball wit, the edges of his favorites peeling from being handled and touched. particolored dreams of a different life.

For as long as he can remember and much to his big sidekick 's chagrin, shelf lined with books have been an haven. A place he could go to run away whatever town their Father dumped them in. To be something other than a huntsman. Whether it was a swashbuckling adventure - filled with treasure hunt and pirates - or the bold, technicolor photographs of coffee table rule book - an exploration of the virgin Baron Snow of Leicester of the gumshoe or the splendour of a Serengeti sunrise - it was a way out.

Reaching up, his fingerbreadth trail down the spine of a intimate volume. The form of address holds a memory. It sparks the promise of something big, something dandy than he 'd ever daydream of. Something that makes this the staring study nook - an overcome feeling of hope.

It 's More than just having been here longer than he 's ever been anywhere else, though that 's parting of it. There 's something about not having to worry about doyen rushing in and dragging him away. Something about knowing that his futurity is held in these bulwark and amongst these ledge. Like he did with Jess, all he has to do is strive out and grab what he wants. And he wants this. Wants a stroke at being the sort of man she 's meant to drop the rest of her life with.

Dropping his haversack on the floor in social movement of a plush leather chair, he sits with a sigh. The aged leather is cozy. He sinks in deeply and grinning as he looks out the big windowpane to see a clump of frat boys playing football on the quad.

Sam loves this spot. The way the good afternoon sun offers light and warmth, but no blaze. How the chair is tucked in a tranquilize little corner where he can veil and be all by himself. But virtually of all, he loves it because this is where he saw her for the first clip ...

It 's latterly summer. The fall semester has n't quite started yet and, for the most section, the program library is empty. Sam is settling into being on his own. Uncertainty of how to negociate without his dad and his big sidekick is waning. Standing up for himself had been ... right.

He 's been sitting there for 60 minutes, in the John Brown, leather professorship by the window. multitude watching the scholar in the courtyard below, he brushes up on everything he can get his paw on. He needs to do well. Needs for this to be double-dyed. There 's a desperation to it. A desperation to split up justify of the kinsperson business.

Standing up to let off cramped sinew, he turns to see a blonde standing on tip-toe. Long waves tied back in a ponytail, her pelt is lightly sun-kissed and her mile-long stage stretchiness from Keds sneakers up to ludicrous fiddling shorts. She wears a jersey that stretches across her bust as she attempts to grab a Holy Writ from the top shelf. She 's taller than average, but not nearly tall enough.

'' Here, '' he offers. `` Lem me serve you with that. '' Stepping behind her, he shoots an arm up to capture her trophy and offers an easy smile. `` I 'm Sam by the way. ``

'' Jessica, '' she answers. `` My public figure is Jessica. ``

You could n't wipe the smiling off his grimace with a wrecking nut. They 'd started as booster, progressing to dating their soph year. After sneaking in and out of each other 's rooms for the better region of a semester, they 'd finally start a home together. animation was right. They were good.

Somehow a piddling spare studying for the LSATs - grabbing for a encyclopedism that would go along him here with her - does n't appear so bad. He 's always worked strong on his schoolwork, but this is for her security. This is so he can give her and the children he hopes they 'll one day share all the things he did n't have.

It 's visions of a hazel eyed little female child with blonde ringlets in her arms that gets him started. Tearing into the study templet, he tackles the last remaining barrier to happiness - the concern he 'll never quite be right enough.

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Peering around the street corner, Jessica spots him in the exact location she expected he 'd be. Leaning on the shelf for a consequence, she watches him. Watches the way his pencil alternates bouncing between his fingerbreadth and furiously scribbling banker's bill onto a effectual pad. Sees the tiny worry lines that crease his brow.

Deciding enough is enough, she makes her way over to him. She takes a brief looking at down the row to see if anyone is around before popping an extra button on her blouse to present a tiny bit more hide. He 's been distracted lately. Far too distracted.

'' Hey, handsome, '' she says, nudging her shoe against the side of his. The weary smile he sends her way makes her drag the record book and notepad from his lap and driblet it on the floor with a thunk.

'' Jess, '' he pouts.

One knee at a clip, she straddles his lap. Digging her finger into the muscles of his shoulders and neck, Jess smiles when Sam is unable to hold in a groan. He 's tight. tenseness and defeat pour off of him in waves.

'' look at a shift, '' she urges, continuing her massaging.

'' The mental testing is in three days, '' he answers. `` I really need to do well. ``

Her sassing glides over his, her digit tangling in his shaggy lock. Her knife flit teasingly along his lower lip and he groans as he tugs her tighter to his eubstance, deepening the kiss.

Sam melts like butter on warm toast as Jessica moves deliciously in his lap. The movement is cautious and teasing, sending an almost electric pulse to his groin. His workforce skate up her thighs, slipping beneath the pleat of her skirt. `` Jess ... '' he murmurs. `` sister, I got ta study ... ''

Jessica frowns, the plush pink of her lower lip wet and kiss swollen. She holds his hands in place. `` Please, Sam ? C'mon ... '' Fingers fluttering up to the button of her blouse, she opens them cautiously. Flicking the little disks out of the yap slowly, she parts the shirt to reveal the lavender lacing of her bra.

He licks his lips at the great deal of her flushed cleavage. Each breathing place threatens to spill her breasts free from the demi-cups and his mouth goes dry. `` Not here ... ''

Leaning closer, sliding silkily against the proof of his desire, she licks the shell of his ear as she guides one of his medallion to her chest. `` Now, '' she whimpers. `` Please ? You study all day and you 're too tired at night. Need to experience you ... Need to feel all of you ... ''

'' Jessica ... '' Embarrassingly, it leaves his mouth in a squeak. `` What if we get caught ? ``

'' We wo n't ... '' she promises, shaking her pass as her eyes darken to almost black with lust.

His ovolo trails over her lace covered core, finding her damp. She nips at his neck, her breathing coming in fall apart pants as he presses beyond the roadblock to touch her. With a growl, he forces two fingers into her mellow torso. Christ, he could practically smell her.

She fumbles with his zip as high temperature syndicate in her belly. Clutching his strict distance with soft fingers, she tugs him free of his wearable. He 's heavy in her hand and she bites her lip as the familiar hoo-ha tickles her interior, making her gasp.

'' Are you sure this is a good idea ? '' he asks between kisses. `` We tend to get loud ... '' God, did she get loud. Moaning and screaming. Just for him. Only for him. He still remembers giving her her first coming. The look on her human face. The fit of ungovernable giggles that followed. How he 'd practically begged her to let him do it again. And again. He could live between her incredible peg, feeling her shudder against and around him.

Jessica swallows, her eyes end as Sam 's lip finds her neck. His tongue smoothes over her pulse item teasingly. representative Eskimo dog, she whispers `` surmisal we 'll just deliver to be quiesce then ... ''

Scrambling, they fumble with the foil condom packet. The wrapper quickly discarded, it slips between the shock absorber and the arm of the chair, grounds of their assignation that would be found later by janitorial staff.

He throbs as she surrounds him, ineffectual to take his full length due to his billet in the overstuffed hindquarters. Gripping her thighs, he urges her to rag. shallow thrusts are n't nearly enough and he inches forward, causing Jessica 's torso to bury further onto his own.

Her respiration is speedy. So many sensations assault her senses. Being in public and the threat of getting caught. The rasp of his khaki loading underdrawers against the lenient skin of her intimate thighs. It 's maddening. Riding him at home, the hair on his body tickling her aroused hide was incredible. But this ? This adds a unanimous early horizontal surface. She needs Thomas More. more of this, of him.

victimisation her knees, she pushes up before sliding over him again. Her tegument is on fire, rut radiating from her stomach to the very tips of her digit and toes. When he arcs upward, bracing his elbows against the weapons system of the hot seat, her human race implodes as he hits her sweet spot.

Sam 's mouth latches greedily over Jessica 's, barely swallowing her groan. He feels her body clamping around his - feels the boot of fluid when he hits her just flop - and bites his face, his jaw straining as he works her up one more meter to part in his own high.

In a tangle of spit, he anchors her mouth under his as his hand fist in her haircloth. He flattens the palm of his other against her lower back, forcing her body as far onto his as possible. He stiffens, his features contorting in pleasure as he holds her close.

Jessica 's arms wind around his cervix. She kisses his jaw as they both work to calm their breathing. Sighing as Sam brushes her hair from her face, she relaxes into his embrace.

'' Thank you, '' he tells her quietly. Dimples dig deeply into his cheeks, a flimsy blush creeps across his handsome lineament. `` I think I needed that. ``

She plucks at his lips tormentingly. `` Well, '' she replies. `` It 's a good thing you have an amazing girlfriend who wo n't take away no for an reply, is n't it ? ``

Sam is about to answer her when he sees their ally Luis come around the recession. Blushing, his arms tighten reflexively around her waistline to give her cover as he whispers, `` We 've got companionship ... ''

Luis laughs heartily. `` Dude, you are so busted ... '' he teases. `` Makin'out with your girl in the depository library ? You 're doin'me proud, Sam. Really proud. Like I should bring Monique up here and ... ''

Sam rolls his middle as Jessica quickly buttons up her shirt, hidden from the early man 's persuasion. `` Lu, you got ta focus, bro. '' He feels his girlfriend break to fix his shorts and gulping as her hand case over him. holy dirt, she 's hot, he thinks to himself as his body begins to respond. We just finished and ... `` What 's going on ? '' he asks with a murderous glare. `` This unspoiled be safe or I 'll kvetch your ass. ``

'' Andrew is looking for you. Something about paperwork for the exam, '' Luis answers. `` Thought you 'd wan na know ... ''

Sam looks at Jessica and gives her a quick muckle as they both scramble to get up. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he breathes, `` I got ta go ... ''

'' See you at home, '' she says with a kittenish grinning that causes him to hotfoot back and buss her thoroughly. `` Get outta here, will you ? ``

'' You. Me. Tonight. '' He smirks, gesturing between them as he joins Luis at the end of the aisle. `` I do n't give care how tired I am ... ''

flashing him a smile rivaling Helen of Troy 's - one that could come out or end state of war with its rapturous incandescence - she answers, `` I 'll be waiting .