nyc prep continued

They were so drunk, she knew they were drunk and may not even remember this conversation. But knowing they may never remember this, and the alcohal that was flowing through her veins, gave her the courage to lean up and press her lips to his.

"its a nice room," he nodded feeling rather uncomfortable suddenly. He wanted to revisit the memory from thier last bedroom conversation but he didn't want her to...be put off

The action surprised Jeff buthe didn't pull away

her hand moved to his neck as her brain screamed at her to stop. She was drunk and didn't realizing what she was doing, her brain told her.

This was the encouragement his buzzed brain needed. It took one quick motion for his strong arms to pull her onto his lape one leg on each side, thier lips never separating

"There's not really much else to see," she shrugged.

She got as close as she could, her hand moving to the back of his neck.

He nodded, "uhm...maybe you could show me how...to sculpt." He suggested

His arms tightened around her waist as he deepened the kiss. This was the last thing he should be doing but he wanted it so much

Brooklynn smiled. "You'll have to roll up your sleeves, but I'd like that," she said, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan.

She knew she should pull away but she didn't. She responded to his kiss by sliding her hand under his shirt.

Carl took off his suit jacket and followed suit rolling up the sleaves of his white shirt, "maybe I should just take it off for good measure, " he joked

Her touch made his heart skip a little. His hand ran down her back to her hips

She pulled away just enough so she could see him, her eyes locked with his. What were they doing?

Brooklynn smiled. "We'll perhaps. But you don't have to."

He laughed, "you say that now but you hsvent seen me around clay." He teased finishing rolling up his sleeves, "ok...I'm ready for your instruction."

Jeff looked back at her feeling like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar

Sam looked at him for a few more moments before returning her lips to his. So much for doing the responsible thing.

Jeff's hands tightened on her for a moment before they slipped under the hem of her shirt

She laughed and led him back into the studio. She grabbed a large hunk of clay and began trying to soften it.

Sam moved her hand up his back, pulling him closer.

Carl watched her movements intently trying to learn everything he could

He deepened the kiss even moor hos hands moving up the skin of her back. This could screw everything up.. .it very well may already have

She pulled the clay apart and handed him half of it. "So basically you're just going to work with it, keep moving it and playing with it until its softer. Then you just work it into the shape it likes," she said.

Sam pulled away slightly and jerked her shirt off before returning her lips to his.


ooc. I feel like Jeff is hiding some huge from her and I don't know why

Jeff could feel the blood flow to places it never had with her before. If she didn't stop him he wasn't sure he would.

Ooc:you never know :p

"a shape IT wants?" He asked as he worked the softening clay

She laughed. "Yes. What it wants. You can't just force things, you need to work with it."

His eyebrows pulled together utterly perplexed, "ah...I see." He said though he was obviously lost. He warmedup the clay and rrolled it between his hands wondering what to do next

Ooc: Is the big thing you have planned going to happen soon?

Sam curled her fingers around the hem of his shirt and started pushing it up.

Ooc: yup...next couple of days of the rpg

Jeff lifted his arms letting het pull his shirt off. Now that thier lips were sopart he let himself look at her. Hos body was deciding for him. He pressed his lips back to hers

Sam pulled him closer as she deepened the kiss. She was making out with her best friend and it felt good, really good.

Ooc: will she stop this?

His hands traveled up to the clasp of her bra

Ooc: I think so but I'm not sure. What do you think?


Sam pulled away slightly and stared at him. She had sobered up very quickly in the past few minutes but had he?

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His eyebrows pulled together utterly perplexed, "ah...I see." He said though he was obviously lost. He warmedup the clay and rrolled it between his hands wondering what to do next

She smiled. "Now you're getting it. Play with it for a bit. Then you can get the feel for the piece." She knew he probably thought she was crazy.

Ooc: honesty its up to her. He is currently being run by his "second brain"

He looked st her wondering if he had read the signs wrong

A few minutes passed and he had successfully rolled out a snake of clay. He looked at it for a minute and suddenly wanted to yell at it, "what are you!" But he took a deep breath instead. She said he would know what it was. What was it...he started rolling it into a ball then began thumbing it out

Ooc: This is going to make things really complicated when David wakes up

Sam slowly got off of him and grabbed his hand. "We should continue this in my room," she breathed.

ooc: yeah pretty much

Jeff followed her his heart racing and he wondered how stupid an idea this really was but he uickly pushed that out of his mind

Brooklynn watched him out of the corner of her eye. "How are you doing?"

Sam pulled him into her room and returned her lips to his as she pulled him towards her bed

he let her pull him into this intoxicated mess. after a few minutes he couldn't care too much about that. he had never been with her in this way...well he hadn't been with anyone in this way for a long time. it was a whirlwind of 18 minutes that left his head spinning with pleasure but almost instant regret. he rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

'uhm..." carl held out his lump to her and it resembled a poppy flower

"It looks nice," she smiled. " it takes time to get to know the medium," she replied.

Sam stared at the ceiling as her heart slowed to its normal pace. She didn't say anything, she couldn't. What had she done? She never should have kissed him.

he nodded, " what are you making?" he asked


the silence made jeff's stomach sink...now what?

She motioned to her sculpting, which looked like a half finished wave. "I'm not sure how it's looking."

"Jeff," sam said quietly. She proped herself up on her elbows. What was she suposed to say? That she wished they'd been sober so that it would have actually ment something to him? Did it mean anything to him?