Angela's Journal, 10/17 [Comments mildly NSFW]

[chasingangela]

Martin is back, and I seem to have inherited his cat.

I think I'm calling her Minerva. Goddess of wisdom and war, plus she just *looks* like a Min. Rory made me think of it by suggesting Loki, which got me looking at goddess names.

I'm not even going to talk about what else happened in Study Hall, other than to say that my decision to never go near the cafeteria has been validated yet again.

I'm so happy to have him here again. Even with the singing. I just need to find a way to tell him about Saturday in the library.

Had my first ethics class today. Ms. MacClay -- Tara -- she wasn't kidding about liking to challenge people. And I dropped some stuff right in front of Angelus.

Maybe he'll think it's funny?

I just ... I can't keep thinking about that. It will make me crazy.

(Is there a difference between me eating a steak and Angelus eating me? Other than that I don't want to be eaten ... but I doubt the cow does, either. Must research vegetarianism.)

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory knocks on Angela's doorframe.

"Hey," she calls, "have you noticed what's going on outside? Because I'm pretty sure it's for you."

[ooc: Also - do I detect a HP reference in the naming of the kitty?]

[chasingangela]

Angela turns from the window and shouts through the door. "YES! I'M TRYING TO TALK TO HIM!"

[OOC: Actually, no -- I was just going through goddess names and Minerva jumped out at me. BVut I like that it works as a HP thing.]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory goes back to her room to stick her head out her own window.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty knocks on the door. He has a note in his hand saying: "Who's Min?"

[chasingangela]

Angela picks up the cat, who tolerates it for the moment. "This is Min. Minerva. Goddess of war and wisdom. Do you like it?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles and nods and attempts to scratch Minerva behind the ears.

He hands Angela another note:

"Dr. Wilson immobilized my vocal cords for the rest of the day. Can't talk until the morning."

[chasingangela]

Angela cocks an eyebrow at him. "Really. You can't talk at all?"

She laughs. "Thank you for the music, by the way. It was insane, but very sweet."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shakes his head to the first statement. He then leans in and gives Angela a lingering kiss on the second statement.

He then mouths out "You're welcome."

[chasingangela]

"Kissing is good. Better, even," Angela says, thinking of the mess in Ethics class that she stll needs to tell him about. Later...

She sets Minerva down.

"And no ABBA this time."

She gives him an equally lingering kiss, leaning he body into his.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty keeps an eye out for any peanut gallery members

Marty wraps his arms around Angela's waist, pulling her that much closer to him as they both enjoy the kiss.

He also edges her towards the bed.

[chasingangela]

Angela strokes Marty's face. "The not-talking thing. It's... kind of sexy. For now." As they collapse onto the bed, she trails kisses from his forhead to his collarbone.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles at the non-talking comment. And enjoys the kissing of the collarbone.

Especially since he's groping her and slowly removing some of her clothing.

[chasingangela]

"Niiice," Angela purrs, helping Marty out of his shirt. She is groping him back.

Minerva jumps up on the bed to get a closer look, and Angela throws a shoe in her general direction, causing her to retreat to under Sydney's bed.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs contently as removes more of her clothing and starts the kissing of her neck.

Also hopes the cat stays under the bed.

[chasingangela]

It's weird, Angela thinks. He can't talk, so I'm not talking. I almost feel like I should say something just to fill the space, but ... Oh my god, what is he doing? That's really good.

Her train of thought thus derailed for the night, she removes the rest of her clothing and helps Marty with more of his, then folds back her sheets. "Um. We don't have to ... you know. If I'm, like, taking advantage of you."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty cocks an eyebrow at her. He puts his fingertip over her lips and then starts a trail of long lingering kiss across her body that will probably derail her thought process for the rest of the night.

[chasingangela]

Angela shrugs. "Okay. Just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay, except for the ABBA thing."

And with that, conscious thought is well and truly gone for the night.

[OOC: As is my brain. Need sleep. Though I would like to do a waking up scene tomorrow, if you'll be around?]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: No Problem. Open up a post for tomorrow and let me know.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Cool. See you then. Assume whatever happens in the fade to balck is enjoyable at least for Angela.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC:Assumed and enjoyed by Marty as well. Night.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: And here they are.]