"Not So Boring Now"
Prompt: Writer's Choice Library

The New American Democracy was boring as hell. I glanced over at the stack of books on the table next to me. Brockett's The History of Theatre, Reid's The Prentice Hall Guide for College Writers, and Paul the Jewish Theologian by Young. Tonight was not going to be a good night. I picked up my cell phone and sent a message to Roger telling him, 'don't wait up, long night. love, April."

I set the phone back down on the table and leaned back in my chair. This section of the library was beyond quiet. It helped that no one really came over into this area unless they absolutely needed something. Quiet, and dusty. The librarians say they have someone dust everything every day, but they definitely only did this area every couple of weeks. I sighed, pulled my hair back into a small ponytail and looked back at The New American Democracy.

It wasn't too much longer before my phone started to ring. I was in the middle of the next chapter (more boring than the last). I picked up the phone and read my new message.

"hey, babe. got some work to do too. see you in the stacks? love, r."

I smiled and made a quick reply, "sure, babe. i'm in the w – z section. love, a."

I looked back down at the book and sighed. Now, there was no way I could focus on this drivel. Not with thoughts of him. I closed the book and slid it across the table. Then, I pulled the next book, Brockett, off the stack of books. "Oh yeah, that's better. Put me to sleep." Laying my head down on the books, I closed my eyes and sighed.

Sometime later, I woke up to warm breath and large hands on my back. I pushed my head up from the book and let out a sigh. "That better be you, Roger."

"Did you get much studying done?" he wrapped one arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

I tilted my head back at stared at his spiky blond hair, upside down. "Funny. You try reading this shit." He pulled a chair up next to me and flipped the cover of the book over.

"Brockett?"

"Also known as 'Boring.'"

He pushed my hair out of my face and ran his thumb down my lower lip. "Poor baby."

Playfully, I gave his thumb a quick lick with my tongue. "Shut up."

"Make me."

"What are you, 12?" I cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled the Brockett book back to me.

"Oh, fine. Don't play." He pulled the bag he brought closer to him and pulled out some sheet music and a tape player. "I'll be working." He put his headphones on and started tapping on the table.

I shrugged and went back to reading Brockett. Working along side Roger wasn't so bad, as long as he didn't start singing.

"Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Mata ah-oo hima de…"

Too late. I thumped him on the back of the head and went back to reading my book. He looked up at me and I saw a hand pass behind my head. "Don't even think about it, buddy." The hand paused above the back of my head. "I'm serious, Roger." He smiled at me and drew his fingers down my neck, playing me like his guitar. "Davis..."

"Yes?" he leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck. I closed my eyes and let out my breath. "You like?" his breath tickled my neck.

I nodded. "But we shouldn't do this here."

Roger looked up at me and smiled. "You're right." He stood up, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"ROGER!" I shouted in my best library scream.

He pinched my butt. "Quiet, or you'll draw attention to yourself." I smacked him on the back, but that just made his grip tighten. "Hey, babe, you're mine. Don't fight it."

"Excuse me?" I kicked my legs in an attempt to get down. He simply reached up and pinched my butt again. "Would you stop that?"

"No, I like your butt," he carried me away from the table into the nearest study room, kicking the door closed behind him. The door slammed shut.

"I thought you told me to be quiet?" I tickled his back with my fingers.

He shifted his shoulders and planted me down on the table in the center of the room. "You will be quiet. I never said anything about the door."

"Oh, I'm the only one that gets to be quiet, huh?" I leaned my hands back on the table and smiled up at him. "Then why are we in here?"

He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. He planted kisses up and down my neck, giving my ear a quick nip occasionally. "Now," he was breathless.

I laughed and pushed him upright. "Soon," I squeezed my legs tighter and pulled him closer. He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing and tugged it off me. His eyes lit up with delight as he stared at the pink bra I'd put on that morning.

"Missed you," he said more to my breasts than to me.

I leaned back and loosened my grip a little. "Excuse me? Is that all I am to you?"

He looked up and I noticed he was a little red, but I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or desire. "I mean, I miss you too… but god, you're gorgeous."

I pushed one strap down and smiled up at him. "That never gets old, Davis." His lips curled up in a smile and he dived in, planting kisses over my shoulders and down my breasts. I tightened my legs again. His hands moved around to the back and expertly flicked the strap open. He threw the bra behind him and kissed me full on the lips. I arched my back to let him feel all of me.

"I need you," he whispered in my ear. My hands found the hem of his shirt and I slid it up and off. I dropped the shirt on the floor and ran my fingers up his chest. His kisses trailed down my neck and breasts and down to my belly button. I laughed. "What?" he glanced up at me, his eyes dark and his fingers fumbling at the buttons on my jeans.

"That tickles," I teased, running my fingers through his spike hair. "Did you not shave today?"

He grabbed my hips and leaned down to rub his chin against my stomach. "No."

My hands gripped his hair and I squirmed. "Stop. Davis. That. Tickles."

"Uh-uh." He licked my stomach and popped open one of the buttons on my jeans. He tried to push himself back from me, but I tightened the grip I had with my legs. He leaned down and kissed me hard. "You've got to let go for a second or this isn't going to work."

"Fine, then," I let go and he fumbled around trying to get out of his jeans. "You might want to take off your shoes first silly." He smirked at me and kicked his shoes under the table. I did the same with my shoes.

"Now," he smirked as he quickly pulled off jeans. "We can finish this." Before I could say 'Okay' he was pushing me all the way up on the table and climbing over me. His hands tugged at the buttons on my jeans while he planted kisses on my breasts. He straddled me and growled.

"What?"

He sat back on my legs and glared at me. "What's with wearing the button up jeans?"

I laughed. "Well, I didn't think we'd be having sex in the library when I got dressed this morning." He narrowed his eyes at me. "You want me to help you?"

"No." he grabbed the top of the jeans with both hands and gave a couple hard tugs. On the third try, the buttons came loose. I laughed and he smiled at me. "I told you I could get it."

"Mmm… I wasn't entirely sure for a second." I wriggled my hips under him.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You can call me master." I laughed.

"Yeah, right," I shimmied my hips to slide the jeans off. He peeled them off the rest of the way and gently rubbed his chin against my bare thighs. "Oh."

"Remember, shh…" he smiled at me and kissed the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes and shuddered. I could feel his lips gently trailing along my thighs and his breath warm on me. He placed his fingers on my hips and I heard him laugh. The panties slid off and I could feel his finger. I wriggled on the table and he stopped.

I lifted my head from the table and started. "What? Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I didn't think you'd be moving around so much."

"What? You want me to lay there like a dead fish?"

"No, but I kind of like my fingers attached to my hand." He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, Davis," I laid back against the table and let out a loud, bored sigh. "Might as well go back to reading Brockett. That was more comfortable at least."

Then, I felt his fingers again, this time more than one. It wriggled against me and I let out a long moan. His lips crashed against my stomach in a flurry of kisses. The fingers wriggled faster. I shifted on the table again, trying to get somewhat comfortable. Then, I felt his lips against me. His lips moved up to my stomach and then to my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair and let the moans pour out.

"Shh," he mumbled between kisses. I ignored him and bucked my hips against his fingers again.

"Uh-uh. Don't care who hears."

He placed his hands on either side of my head and straddled me. "Okay, then." He peeled off his boxers and threw them on the chair by my head. I pushed him upright as I sat up and wrapped my arms around him.

"Like this," I kissed him hard and pressed my body hard against him. He grabbed my butt and kissed my neck.

"Lock your legs around me." I did as I was told. He leaned his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Good."

I gasped slightly as he entered, digging my nails into his back. He rocked his hips back and forth against mine. One hand held tight against my butt, the other hand was splayed on my back. He picked me up and stumbled slightly. I laughed.

His eyes met mine. "Gonna need some help here. I got you, A."

I nodded and started rocking my hips against his. He groaned and stumbled forward, stopping just short of the wall. I flipped my hair to the side and rocked hard against him. "Oh, fuck Brockett," I thrusted my hips hard against him.

He glared at me. "Not quite what I had in mind."

He pressed me up against the wall and thrusted again. For a moment, we stayed against that wall, shuddering and sweating. So very much a part of one another. Finally, I circled my hips and he groaned. I rocked my hips in the other direction and opened my eyes. "Rog, bean bag chair. 20 feet," I panted in his ear.

He nodded and backed us up to the chair. His eyes met mine and I nodded. He turned us around and kneeled on the bean bag. I let go of him and fell back against it. His hands found mine and we interlaced fingers as he pushed harder. I arched my back and shuddered against him. I could feel his arms start to shake and I pulled him down to me. "Hold on," I whispered.

He nodded and pushed on, rocking against me harder. I matched his ferocity and pushed back against him, digging my hands into his back. He let out a deep, guttural "OH!" which was quickly followed with my own scream.

"OMIGOD!" I let go and squared my hands on his shoulders. He gently rocked a little and fell down against the bean bag. My breathing started to slow down and I leaned my head into the curve of his shoulder. "Mmm, that was nice."

Roger ran his fingers down my hairline and stopped at my breast. "I love you," he kissed my forehead and cupped my breast.

I ran the inside of my foot against his shin and curled up next to him. "I think we might need to go."

"Again? Already?"

I playfully smacked him on the arm. "No, I think we need to find someplace more comfortable."

"But that means you'll have to get dressed. I like you this way." He ran his thumb over my breast. "Can't we just stay here?"

"Sorry, babe," I patted his arm and sat up. "Besides, we should get out of here before someone finds us."

He let out a sigh and made a big show out of getting up. I laughed and threw his shoes at him. We found our clothes, nothing where you'd expect it to be and got dressed quickly. He looked at me and gave me a long, lingering kiss before I opened the door to the room.

Outside, one of the guys in my theatre history class was standing in front of the table with all my books. His eyes were wide, clearly he'd gotten a good audio of the show Roger and I had just presented.

I was frozen like a deer in headlights. Roger came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You need help or something?" The guy shook his head and quickly got out of there.

I leaned back against Roger and laughed. "Okay, now we really need to get out of here. Before that guy tells someone what we did."

Roger shrugged his shoulders. "That guy? He won't talk."

"How do you know that?" I turned around in his arms and cocked an eyebrow up at him.

Roger laughed. "He won't. I just know it."

"Whatever," I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. "Let me get my stuff and we'll go."

"And your work?" He nodded to the books on the table. "Isn't that due soon?"

I shrugged and pulled his arms around me. "I'll just turn it in a few days late."

"Mm, whatever works for you." He kissed the top of my head and helped me put my books away.