PHOEBE
She laughed a little and shook her head at him. "You're funny." she said with a bit of a snicker, a compliment combined with a tease. "I didn't use the word for its accuracy. Its just shorter than saying anything else." she said with a little shrug. Make sexual advances on, ask her to have sex with - proposition was just faster. Her snicker lengthened though as he recoiled and conceded to her lab mice list of Brady's. He didn't need to know she didn't have any lab mice.He was a persistent fellow. She'd give him that. But to be honest, as nice as it seemed to have the distraction and relief she knew would come with it, having sex on the uncomfortable infirmary bed didn't really strike her fancy. Call her fussy, but the more cushion beneath her, the better - rather than the bed rail digging into her spine. "How about this, since I've boys to put to bed before this oil kicks in and makes me useless, you come with me to the College where there are much more comfortable places to be to 'giver' another try.'" she said with a giggle, trying to copy the lilt of his voice.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
