Indy intertwined his fingers with Freyr's as they cuddled on the settee. He wondered about all the students at the university. Over a thousand students went there and they were rapidly falling sick. He wondered if it was some airborne flu, or if it was passed by physical contact, whatever it was. Then it began to rain. The glass window became a blur of running water and Indy came back to his senses. He enjoyed the rain. He loved the sound of it tapping on the windows at night. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Freyr staring at him. As he turned to looked at her she knocked the book of his hand and within a moment was on top of him. He'd forgotten all about the day's worries when she began kissing him. He'd been so busy with lectures and research all week he didn't realise how much he had wanted her until this moment.

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Half of Indy's body was exposed to the cool night air while the other was covered by the duvet. For an academic his body was relatively well toned. His profession as a field archaeologist kept him fit and healthy. He had always been one of the more keen and physical archaeologists compared to his colleagues at the university. Their clothes were littered around the bedroom floor and the bedroom door hadn't been properly closed. The intense bright lights of downtown night time Atlanta crept partially through the closed blinds. His eyes opened slowly as he felt Freyr sit up. She whispered his name and he felt her arms around him. He then heard the voices and movement in the corridor.
 “Probably nothing,” he whispered back and closed his eyes again. He ran his hand over Freyr's bare body for a moment as they cuddled. He turned on his side to spoon with her when he heard banging on one of the doors in the corridor. It was growing increasingly louder. If this morning had been Saturday morning he would have put it down do drunkards coming home after Friday night drinking. What was going on?