It took her a second to get her senses back, so shocking was what Simon did, putting his tongue in her mouth. And then he broke off suddenly, backing up in genuine fear.
In a moment Ame saw what was going on, and stepped protectively in front of Simon, a rather hilarious spectacle as she was far smaller than him.
"He's not yours. Look, he's scared of you." I am too, she thought, but of course she wouldn't admit that. "Now, if you will excuse us, we were in the middle of something very important, and I'd rather not stop it. Even if you do, though, it's no skin off my nose. It's pretty inevitable. But," She turned to look at Simon, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lightly twined her fingers through his. "I'd say he was enjoying it pretty thoroughly. You saw how he was holding me, not the other way around. That's not rape. I daresay he loves me more than he'll ever love the girl who molested him twice in one day."
Then, pulling Simon along with her, she ran back to the dorm room (which was incidentally co-ed, and she and simon happened to be roommates, because this school is perfect.) She locked the door behind them, then leaned against it, breathing kind of hard.
"Oh dear. That girl is terribly pestilent, isn't she?" She giggled breathily. There was a tightness in her chest that wasn't entirely from the run up the stairs.
