The river's done gone and dried up

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham wasn't a particularly happy camper today. He'd woken up late, after a very uncomfortable night of getting used to this new, stupid haircut. Plus, the lice had left his head feeling itchy, despite the fact they'd all been gotten rid of. He hadn't really fallen into a good sleep until around 3 and had made the half-conscious decision when his alarm went of at 9 am. that he wasn't going to classes today.

It was at 2 in the afternoon when he finally dragged himself out of bed and to the shower. Rubbing his eyes as he stepped out of his boxers and turned the shower head on. ...At least he thought he'd turned it on? The water still wasn't coming out.

Staring blankly at the shower-head for a moment, he turned the knob back to off and tried again. One more time. Two more maybe.

"Fuck." He grunted, pulling his boxers back on, getting re-dressed. Plopping down onto the couch, he thought for a while of what to do. If the water wasn't working he couldn't really make himself anything to eat on the stove. Sighing at his lack of options, a thought crossed through his head.

It was worth a shot.

Grabbing a change of clothes from his dresser, he left his dorm room, heading for the girls, hoping dearly that they had running water unlike his dorm.

Approaching Tiffany's door and listening for the sound of her there, he heard music coming faintly through the door. Sighing out he raised his hand up and knocked lightly at the door.

"Tiiiifffff? It's Abbieee." He called into her, scratching at his head again. Stupid haircut. Oh shit, she hadn't seen it yet. Running a hand through it, he hoped that it was alright. He didn't like it at all... But maybe he was just too used to his old hair. He really hoped that was it. That it didn't look like complete shit.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany had just gotten back from a bible study group with some other girls she had met at the local church. She really didn't feel like changing into any lounge wear, so she left on the outfit she wore that day. As she glanced around her dorm room, she was thinking of something to do. Nope, can't do my devo. Nope, can't watch a movie. Oh. I have homework. Ugh. Tiffany plopped herself down on her desk, crossing her legs comfortably and resting her elbow beside her computer. She turned on her laptop and opened up her assignments for today and opened up her favorite song, singing along to it as she did her homework. She turned it up to the maximum, shutting out everything.

"AND IT'S EASY TO BELIIIIIEVE. EVEN THOOOUGH, I GOTTA COU--" Tiffany whipped her head around to her door. She could have swore she heard a knock and a voice. Tiffany paused her music and started walking toward the door, skeptical of who it could be. Maybe she forgot something at the bible study. As Tiffany opened her door, she glanced at the person quickly. "Um, who a-- Abraham? Oh, I didn't recognize you." Tiffany gestured him inside, closing the door behind him. "I like the hair cut. I really do." She decided that it suited him well. Very well, actually. Tiffany turned around and sat on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs again. "What's up? Do you need something?" She leaned back on her hands, waiting for his answer.

notes: heheh. hehehhehe.
OUTFIT
THE SONG TIFF WAS SINGING OFF-KEY TO

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham raised a brow when at first she didn't recognize him, biting into his lip when she mentioned it was the haircut. He was relieved when she went on to say that she liked it, smiling a bit as he ran a hand through it self-conscious still.

"You think so? I didn't really plan on getting it cut... I just kinda... had to." He replied trailing off as he stepped inside, shifting the changes of clothes he'd brought from one arm to the other. Clearing his throat he sighed out,

"The water at my dorm's broken. And... well, I was going to shower. But now I obviously can't. So, I was wondering if it'd be cool if I used your shower..?" He asked, eyes big and begging.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany eyed the clothes tucked under his arm. Why did he have those..? Tiffany frowned a bit at Abraham's hair. "What do you mean, 'you had to' ?" Her eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity. She glanced up at his hair again, smiling. Tiffany pulled her a strand of hair to her side, looking at her split ends. She needed a haircut badly.

As Abraham explained his reason for being here, she sat up, crossing her arms across her chest, looking at him suspiciously. So, that's why he had the clothes. She tilted her head a little back, squinting her eyes at him. Was he lying? Oh, he better not have been. He would have been in deep shipoopi if he was lying, and that's for certain. She gave in, staring at those big eyes. He did that on purpose. That jerk. "Uh.. sure." she shrugged. She pointed to the door diagonal to her. "Bathroom's through there." She scooted back on her bed, so she could criss-cross her legs underneath her.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham scratched at the hair a little bit, giving a pained expression at the memory of the horrible events that had led up to his poor hair's cutting. Perking up when she said that he could shower there he smiled a bit more brightly, setting his clothes down on the couch, and looking off to where she pointed.

"Thanks, Tiff! I owe you!" He nodded to her appreciatively turning in the direction of the bathroom, beginning to pull his shirt up and over his head as he headed into the bedroom, undressing quickly as he got into the bathroom and close the door.

Turning on the water and letting it heat up, he got in, letting out a delighted sigh loudly, forgetting he had a Christian goody-goody just outside the bathroom. "Soo gooood." He hummed out, letting the water warm him up before he started to wash.

He realized now he should've brought shampoo. Looking over to her's with a bit of a reluctant glance he sighed and took it. Looks like he'd have fruity hair. At least he'd remembered his axe to cover that up afterwards.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

"Yeah, you owe me big time!" Tiffany said after him. She glanced up at his partially bare back as he already started stripping down before he got into the bathroom. Tiffany giggled a little to herself, grabbing the Bible off of her nightstand. She leaned against her headboard, opening up to 1 John, reading it again. As she was on the 3rd verse, she heard Abraham making a noise in the shower. She rolled her eyes at the noise assuming it was nothing.

By the time she was on verse 10, she couldn't focus. At all. She closed her Bible, placing it beside her on the bed. She sighed loudly, upset that she couldn't focus on her Bible. She could only think of Abraham in the shower. She sunk down a little lower on her bed, her mid-back resting on her pillows. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the headboard. Tiffany's mind wandered off for a while. She found herself on the very bed she was on, underneath Abraham. Tiffany saw herself completely blissed-out. She opened her eyes abruptly, sitting straight up. Tiffany was awoken by the water being shut off. Was she really out for 20 minutes, thinking about Abraham? She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling guilty. She shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that. Tiffany let out a shaky breath before getting up and stretching a little.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

He was in the shower for much longer than usual, mostly because it felt especially good today. It really let-off a lot of the day's earlier stress. Plus, hell, he was in Tiffany's shower. It wasn't like she was in here with him, but still, he doubted many other guys would be allowed past her threshold with a handful of clothes and a request to use her shower. He felt special, oh yes he did.

When he finally shut off the water, and reached out for a towel he realized with a "Ah shit." That he'd forgotten one of those too.

"Err, Tiff?" He called to her, running a hand through the wet mess of shorter than usual hair. "I need a toweeel." He informed her, shivering slightly now that the water had been off for a while and the room had started to come back to it's usual temperature.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was in the middle of stretching her back when she heard Abraham requesting for a towel. She sucked her teeth and trudged over to her laundry pile, pulling out her extra towel. The one with Barbie on it. She smirked as she walked over to the bathroom door. She closed her eyes and yanked it open, holding the towel out. Tiffany inhaled the scent of shower and of apricots. "Did you use my shampoo?" Tiffany was still making sure her eyes were closed the entire time. She crossed her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you just bring your man shampoo? Well, now you get a girly towel too, for using my shampoo." She huffed once, turning around to walk back over to her bed. She laid on her stomach, her face buried into her pillow, not wanting to see Abraham naked or in a towel.

Tiffany's curiosity got the best of her and she peeked a little over to the bathroom. The door was still open and Abraham was in a towel, making disgusted faces at his hair in the mirror. Why? She frowned a little and leaned up on her elbow, facing the bathroom. Tiffany caught herself staring at all his tattoos that were usually covered up by his sleeves. Oh, gosh. They look so good.. Tiffany caught herself before she got too far and she eventually sat up again, avoiding the bathroom door at all costs.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham smiled innocently when Tiffany fussed about him using her shampoo, although she couldn't see him with her eyes shut so tight. Smirking at her for a long moment before groaning at the barbie towel even as he tuck it, he wrapped it around his waist, stepping out of the shower now and up to the mirror, smoothing out his hair, scrunching his nose at the way it sat on his head. This hair was going to take some getting used to.

Reaching for the axe he'd set aside before hopping into the shower, he sprayed it over himself quickly, taking in the smell, glad to find that it covered up most of the smell of the fruity shampoo. Snorting at the barbie towel once, he turned back to locate his clothes. Back on the couch. Whoops.

Walking past Tiffany slowly, having to hold the towel up with his hand he reached down on the couch for the clothes, coming back with them after a moment, hand fumbling ever-s-slightly with the towel around his waist, struggling to keep it up for a second.

Finally getting back into the bathroom, he changed into his clothes popping back out and flopping down on the bed next to Tiffany.

"Muuuch better." He sighed, words muffled into her sheets.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany tried to keep her head low as she watching Abraham silently retrieve his clothes from the couch. She couldn't keep her eyes off the thin towel and how it was a little too small for him. She blushed a little when he walked into the bathroom. Why did he chose to come to Tiffany's dorm to take a shower? He could have gone to someone's house instead of her stinky dorm. Why was he even remotely interested in her? Why was she interested in him? He could have easily picked someone like Oakley to have sex with. Is having sex with a bible-thumper some achievement in the guy code manual or something? She just didn't understand.

As Abraham plopped down on her bed next to her, she rolled over onto her stomach, she held herself up on her elbows. She traced figures into her pillow. Their bodies were dangerously close. Tiffany breathed in his scent. She laughed internally. He obviously tried to cover up the apricot scent with man spray. She bit her lip, asking Abraham about what she was thinking about earlier. "Name one thing you find interesting about me. Don't ask why." She turned to face him, leaning back a little on her hip.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Her bed was rather comfortable. He'd been on it once before, but had been busy cuddling up to her, trying to make reading the bible as difficult as possible. Now he was just really chilled out here on this mattress, and when she asked him to pick something about her that he found interesting he had to turn over and blink his eyes to really get in a proper thought.

"Well, I like the fact that you fight for what you believe in. You're not someone who just gives into pressure, which is cool." He nodded, sitting up on his elbows slightly, mussing the still slightly wet hair of his. It was hard to not mess with it.

"What about meeee?" He asked, scooting closer to her putting his chin in his hands and batting non-existant lashes. "What do you find so interesting about moi?"

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany turned on her side, her arm draped over her middle. "Well, I do try to fight for my Savior. And I hate peer pressure." She looked down, staring at his chest instead of his face. She blushed a little, even though she got that compliment a lot. Of course she fights for Jesus.

Tiffany giggled a bit at Abraham, blushing. She bit her lip as she thought. Oh jeez. You're such a great guy. You have flaws, but I look past them. You're sweet, so, so sweet. I bet you're the perfect man. I don't understand why you're interested in me, if that's the only reason. You're pretty good looking too. Tiffany fought with herself in her head, deciding whether or not she should say these things. "Uhm. I like your tattoos." She blurted out quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice the redness of her cheeks as she looked down again.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

"Yeahh, peer pressure's lame." Abraham smirked, nudging her a bit, stretching out even more on her bed, making himself quite comfortable. Waiting patiently for her reply, as if he felt she was trying to think of one good think about a pyromaniac, pervert. Smiling a bit when she finally did answer he stretched out his arm covered in tattoos,

"You do, huh? Well, I'm glad. Didn't take you for a tattoo kinda girl, but hey, now I know." He joked lightly, giving her a wink, and then scooting closer on the bed to her, he let his lips curl up as he watched the pink growing on her cheeks. His mind was working silently at the moment, trying to work out whether what he knew he was about to do was a good idea. He was going to do it, that wasn't the issue. He was just trying to figure out whether or not she'd kick him out of her dorm for it.

It wasn't like he was going to slip a hand into her panties, though. So, he figured what the hell and leaned up on his forearm, saying calmly into her ear,

"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" And then leaned back down, not really bothering to hear her answer as he slipped a hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her up slightly so he could press his lips into her's.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany grinned as Abraham nudged her, streching out his arm. She glanced down at his tattoos again. Tiffany tried to stop the tentalizing feeling coming from her stomach, but she couldn't. Oh, gosh. How she wanted to touch every inch of the inked skin he had. She wanted to run her fingers through his freshly cut hair. She would even kiss his lips if she had the chance. Tiffany was about to say something else about his tattoos when he leaned in closer to her hear whispering. She blinked once, hearing what Abraham said, she was at a loss for words. She hadn't been kissed since she was 16. Her boyfriend, Ivan said she was a really good kisser, but then again, Ivan had only been kissed once before and that girl had braces. She bit her tongue, not ready to be kissed by Abraham. She was grateful that she had brushed her teeth this morning, but the cinnimon strudel she had this morning at the bible study probably didn't help her breath.

Tiffany braced herself as he pulled her face up slightly. She watched his lips reach closer and closer to hers. She eyed the lip ring on his bottom lip. Will that metal hurt? Oh jeez. Tiffany relaxed instantly as their lips touched. She sighed into him, smiling a little against his lips. She felt the lip piercing on her lips. Tiffany kissed around it. She had never kissed someone with a lip ring before. It was a new experience. Oh, college. Tiffany didn't want to let go of his lips. He had tasted so good, like.. candy. Yeah, delicious fire candy. Tiffany moved her hand to his hair quickly, running her fingers through the shortness. She would have hated putting her hand into the long hair. She gripped a tuft of hair lightly as she brought herself to let her lips off of his. She removed her hand, letting it rest on his forearm. "Wow. I-Okay. Um, I don't know what to say." She bit her lip, still tasting Abraham there. She looked down, tracing a tattoo on his arm.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham had to keep reminding himself that this was Tiffany he was kissing. The religious girl. No wandering hands under her shirt or up her thigh. He made himself bring them to her waist keeping them there, gripping probably a bit more firmly than he needed, but if he didn't keep them there, they would definitely wander and he didn't want to give Tiffany the wrong idea. He wasn't a complete skeeze, so he couldn't fuck up a kiss with this girl.

Smiling at the way she moved her lips around the lip-ring, he deepened the kiss just a bit, leaning into her as she ran her hand through his hair. She obviously liked it, so perhaps he didn't mind as much now that he'd had it cut. It was still going to take some getting used to, but as long as Tiffany approved, then what the hell, right?

Licking his lips in a satisfied fashion as Tiffany sat back, following her fingers as it traced the tattoo on his arm. Pulling an arm around her comfortably he smirked,

"Don't worry about it, that kiss said it all." He told her calmly, lying back flat on the bed.