Room 528, Thursday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

After her spa trip the other day, Emma had come home to find a large envelope with her name on it, and Hank's clumsy printing on the outside.

Now she sat at her desk, considering the contents and accompanying note with an evil little grin on her face.

party is monday. send this back to me fast so it can go where its supposed to go. bee careful. -- H

"Hank, I love you," she breathed, turning over the invitation to Ben Nishimura's charity gala in her hands. The man had proved infinitely profitable once before, with what she had gleaned from him at Cumberland's birthday party, and this definately held promise. "For this, I might just kiss you."

Humming happily, she skipped over to her closet, pulling out a small box filled with stationary supplies and setting to work.

Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, and no one would ever know it was fake.


[Open door and open post! That Emma got a package is totally FB, the any mentions that she's a total delinquent and is committing forgery is NFB.]

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[bitten_notshy]

He laughed again and tapped his hand against her torso as he let her up so he could go close the bloody door.

"We're hopeless."

[icecoldfrost]

"It went better than the first time," Emma laughed, pulling her shirt back over her head before moving to scoop up her abandoned papers. "Besides, I think McCoy's only got one class today. If we'd kept going, it could have ended much, much worse."

And Emma liked her roommate, she didn't want to traumatize him.

"Maybe this was the universe's way of keeping us from Total Kissing Disaster." She didn't believe that in the slightest, but she gave him a lopsided grin over her shoulder as she carefully set her equipment back on the desk. "Or maybe our math was off. Since you've kissed me twice, I should have let you make the first move to make it three. Now I have to kiss you two more times to break the curse."

[STOP EATING THIS PING, LJ! *tries for fourth time*]

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed again, the mood broken for the moment. "No doubt you'll do it when I least expect it, hmmm?"

He sounded as if he'd enjoy that.

[icecoldfrost]

"Really, darling, would I do something like that?" Emma sulked, giving him her widest, most innocent gaze.

[bitten_notshy]

"I have met you, Miss Frost," Jack said playfully. "But good look. I bet it works very well on people who aren't me."

[icecoldfrost]

"Cruel, Jack," she laughed, padding over to brush a chaste kiss against his cheek. They'd been dancing around this since May, Emma was rather confident that they'd get it right eventually. "Are you calling me a liar?"

[bitten_notshy]

They would. And it would be hawt, hawt, hawt.

"A good actress," he corrected. "Would you deny that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"At my final last semester, Miss Devereaux said I played to my strengths," she demurred. "I wouldn't go so far as to call it 'good acting.'"

[bitten_notshy]

"But knowing your strengths are the first step," Jack said. He checked himself in the mirror and fluffed his curls with his fingers. "I should let you get back to work on the invitation, I suppose."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't resist. She laughed and reached up to muss his curls quickly before straightening the collar of his shirt.

They were adorable, and she'd been wanting to do that for eons. Shush.

"Out, Mr. Priest," she agreed affectionately. "Before you distract me again. I have a portal to schedule, an invitation to finish, and dress-shopping to do."