Jerlita week: Nerdy- Admit it by Adventurer411, literature
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Jerlita week: Nerdy- Admit it
Jeremy stared with his mouth hanging slightly open, astonishment and surprise written all over his face.
"I did it!" Aelita exclaimed triumphantly, grinning widely.
"But you How?" Jeremy spluttered. His look of surprise was so comical, Aelita had to laugh.
Jeremy kept staring. No, this this wasn't right. It was luck. Or, was it a fluke, maybe, in his strategy? But he had checked, and there were no flukes. No
"You you didn't!"
"Yes, I did, Jeremy. Admit it."
"But " He stared once more. All the evidence was there. She had done it.
"Admit it," Aelita repeated tauntingly, obviously enjo
Time seemed to lose all meaning when Jeremie was kissing Aelita.
Somehow they ended up tangled together on the bed, and thinking about all the ways they touched was too overwhelming on top of the kissing, so Jeremie focused on the kissing. Her mouth was sweet, and every time her lips touched his it felt slightly different. He would never get tired of that or the pressure of her hips against his or the gentle movements of her hands along his back. Her chemistry book was poking him in the side, but really, he couldn't care less.
Then the door slammed open. Jeremie and Aelita jumped apart, but there was only so far apart you could go when your
Somehow, Aelita quickly became a part of every piece of Jeremie's life. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he wasn't about to complain. They didn't sit next to each other in classesthat was determined by last nameand he still ate by himself at lunch, but instead of spending most of his time in his bedroom, he found himself sitting with her. They studied together, usually, and joked about their schoolwork and plans to depose whichever one of them had the top rank in class this week.
He hung out with Odd and his friends more, too. Not on purpose, but because they hung around Aelita, and Aelita hung around Jeremie. He di
Lucubrate: Jerlita week by Adventurer411, literature
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Lucubrate: Jerlita week
"Not again!"
Jeremy slammed his fist down on the desk for the fourth time that evening as the symbol he had come to know and hate flashed on the screen: the dreaded red exclamation mark.
The day had started so well, but had only dwindled down to gloomy: He had actually gone to breakfast this time, and had worked straight through gym. He had an enjoyable conversation with Aelita, in which he explained the concept and points of food. The materialization program had been launched, and launched, and had failed. Jeremy's hope disappeared slowly, along with the sunlight as night fell. It was 11:36pm; lights out had been hours ago. Right now, the
Ulrich's car was beat-up and used, but also well cared-for: it had a fresh paint job and a gleaming new stereo system. Ulrich and Yumi sat in the front, talking in low voices as Ulrich drove; Jeremie, Aelita, and Odd had to squish into the back, Aelita tucked between them. Jeremie might not have been happy about this if Odd had tried to dominate things like before. But he had his cheek pressed against the window, humming another one of his own songs at the top of his lungs.
Anyway, Aelita was holding his hand, and she hadn't once looked at Odd since they got in the car. She leaned close to him so their cheeks almost touched and whispered, "S
Jerlita Week 3: Redolence by memoire-blanche, literature
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Jerlita Week 3: Redolence
Aelita sneezed as she was doing her homework. She wrapped herself tighter in a sweatshirt Jeremie lent her as she had no warm clothes herself. It was made of blue, thick fleece. Jeremie assured her it was warm and comfortable, and indeed it was.
Soon Aelita discovered its another feature as she covered her face in its hood. She felt faint scent of warm body and lavender, wind and sour sweat. A scent of intimacy she still was afraid to reach for, but also the feeling of being taken good care of.
She immediately felt much better with her cold.