I have two tests next week, and two exams and possibly cross country on my birthday. That is all.
Oh and Rowing Coaches can be real douchebags, however certain males of my age, I would say rot in hell, but sweetie that's too good for you.
Hannah, who probably should be writing her English homework rather than fanfiction, the Hobbit
Lucie was curled up in front of the TV, pressing the remote with increasing irritation. Cal grinned, she was not going to moving for quite a while. He slowly grabbed the basket he had hidden in the hall and made his way over to the fire escape. The window creaked slightly as he opened it, but luckily for him, at that moment Netflix finally started working. Opening music to one of Lucie's favourite TV shows started and she wriggled comfortably under the blanket. Cal darted back down the metal stairs, grabbing a couple of blankets off of her bed. Lucie didn't notice his little journeys up and down the metal staircase, until he sidled past her into the kitchen. The screen went dark, as the show changed scenes and she watched his reflection interestedly. As soon as he slid out the window for the third time, Lucie threw off the blankets and followed him up.
Her footsteps were uncomfortably loud on the stairs. The cold metal was ridged and damp feeling, despite them being completely dry, under her bare feet. She stepped up on to the roof, and her hand flew off the railing and up to her mouth. Candles lit the bare concrete roof, a wicker picnic basket sat in the middle of a rug, two piles of blankets on each side. Cal looked up from the bottle of wine he'd just stolen from her fridge.
"Oh my God." She breathed. Lucie looked at Cal, a smile on her face. "This better be for me, cos if it isn't, you know I'm not going to leave now right?"
Cal wandered over to her, sliding an arm around her waist.
"You," he tapped her on the nose. "Weren't supposed to come up yet."
Lucie smiled up at him.
"When do either of us ever do what we are told?" She teased. She raised herself on to tiptoes, and lightly pecked Cal on the lips. "This is amazing..." She trailed off, looking around in awe.
"Aren't you cold?" Cal laughed, looking at her pajama shorts and tank top.
"Absolutely freezing." She said lightly. "But this is totally worth free-" she paused as an arm wrapped a thick light blue blanket around her shoulders. "-zing. Who are you, and what have you done with Caleb Knight?"
Cal looked at her.
"Ha ha." He laughed sarcastically. Lucie turned to him, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
"No, seriously. Can this Cal stay forever?" She joked. Cal pressed his mouth to hers. Lucie gently bashed the back of his head.
"Oi, picnic? Hello?" She teased, as he pulled away from her, affronted.
Lucie's head had been resting on his shoulder for quite some time. It wasn't until her breathing slowed and her head slid towards his lap that he realised she'd fallen asleep in the still November air. Cal smiled softly at the sweetly sleeping Doctor, and found himself unable to wake her. Instead, he scooped his arms underneath her ribs and lifted her gently into his strong arms. She curled into his chest, still fast asleep. Her head nestled cutely into her own chest, her face relaxed and yet a smile curved about her sleeping lips. Cal placed her gently into her own bed, gently pulling the covers off the heap at the end of the double bed over her. Lucie cuddled up under the thick quilt, an unhappy, sleepy moan at the sudden lack of Cal's warm skin, radiating through his t-shirt. Her hand splayed out on the polka dotted pillow, right next to her face. Her eyes drifted open, very briefly as her door shut.
"Cal?" She mumbled. She found the strength to raise her head, but only saw an empty room. Dismissing the amazing night to brilliant hallucination, she went back to sleep.
A strong, mouth-watering smell of bacon woke Cal from his coma-like sleep. He pushed off the double layers of bright polka dots and stumbled out of a bed, which most definitely not his own. There were far too many book in here for it to be his room. The mess? That could easily have been his, but the scattering of notes and bottles of chipped nail polish coating the desk WERE IN NO WAY HIS. The floor was cold under his clammy feet. He blinked blearily at the curved back leaning over the frying pan. Black waves were tucked behind a pale ear, and fell mid way down her back, to the point where it started to concave slightly. Lucie hummed under her breath as she slid the bacon on to a white plate. Cal moved forwards slightly, as she reached up to snatch the bread from the cupboard. The barest curve of her back was revealed as she stretched up, the dark blue vest top riding up. Her fingers just brushed the bag and Lucie swore quietly. Cal's arm reached up and passed it down. Lucie spun, surprised to find herself inches away from a bare chest.
"Good Morning." She smiled. Cal smiled back down at her.
"Morning." His breath tickling her face as he leant down and stole a kiss. Lucie pulled away giggling.
"Your breath stinks!" She pushed his chest firmly. Cal pouted. She laughed harder, and returned the kiss, this one far less innocent than the one before.