Emma's Dorm Room, Empire State University, NYC, Marvel-616. Saturday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Since Jack didn't really have anywhere else to stay, they had gotten back to Emma's dorm late last night. Emma had checked to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking him in, since she didn't want to have to deal with signing in a visitor from another universe.

Jack had taken the spare bed, and they'd collapsed into them like two teenagers grateful to be back in the modern era.

That, however, was last night. Now the sun was starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of people returning from winter break were echoing in the hallway outside their room.

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[icecoldfrost]

"Oh, no one will notice an extra girl on this floor," she said dismissively. "Not that at all."

She pointed one finger at him gleefully. "Shopping. And all the free drinks we could possibly want at one of the campus parties, or we can hit the bars and I'll just zap them to think we're old enough."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack levered himself up on an elbow, thinking about it.

"You honestly want to make me your dress-up doll."

Though a completely frivolous day or two would go a long way toward alleviating the horror show of the last month. Even if Jack had to do it in a bra.

"It's ... not the worst idea we've had lately."

[icecoldfrost]

"I want you in clothing that fits and doesn't leave you looking like a homeless girl, and I am not loaning you underwear," Emma pointed out. "You can wear jeans and a sweater for all I care, but a mini-skirt would not be remiss if we're going out."

...this was totally revenge for the corset, Jack. Emma hoped you understood that.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack went a bit pale at the notion of borrowed underwear. "I'd be fine in my regular things," he grumbled. (It was another advantage of his slight frame -- he simply didn't have much height or breadth to lose.) "And I'd feel naked in a miniskirt."

That was not actually a no.

[icecoldfrost]

"You put on a skirt for the evening, and I'll let you pick my outfit," Emma wheedled. "Come on, we deserve a fun night out, and we won't have to pay for a bit of it if we're two pretty girls."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack sighed a long-suffering sigh. But he knew he owed Emma quite a bit, so he acquiesced. One night in a skirt making conversations with idiots for free Cosmopolitans wasn't such a price to pay.

"Fine," he said. "Though don't blame me if I get so drunk I decide making out with you in public is an excellent idea."

Two pretty girls at a shady bar ... it made sense in his head.

[icecoldfrost]

"We don't have to make conversation with them, we just keep taking the drinks direct from the bartender and don't acknowledge the troglodytes that think buying a girl a drink means they'll get laid." Sorry, Jack, Emma was awake now, but not quite awake enough to differentiate between verbal and non-verbal narrative. She'd need coffee for that.

"Besides, you're not that much of a exhibitionist that you'd grope me in public."

In a coat closet, sure, but not right at the bar...right?

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was reassured by Emma's description of what they'd actually do. He had enough problems -- if one considered them problems, exactly -- with unsuitable people flirting with him in his usual body.

"Probably not," he agreed. "For theater I might, but not unless I knew what reaction I'd get."

From Emma, and from the intended audience.

[icecoldfrost]

"Naughty, Jack," she laughed, falling back on her pillow. "You're a horrible influence, you know."

"Oh, I'm still going to call you Jack, if you don't mind. You're still the same up here--" and she reached out to tap his forehead, "-- and I'll just get confused if you have another name today. If people ask, it's short for Jacqueline or something."

[bitten_notshy]

"That's fine," said Jack, who hadn't been terribly enthused about Jackie to begin with. "And I think you like me being a horrible influence. Anyhow, you have your own wicked effects on me."

He yawned and stretched against the sheets. "We don't need to start shopping anytime soon, do we?"

[icecoldfrost]

"God, no, it's too early," she answered. "I wouldn't even be awake yet if someone hadn't climbed into my bed."

[bitten_notshy]

"It was that, go find coffee, or telepathically scream at you," Jack said, and tried to steal a bit of blanket. "This was the least annoying choice."

He could have just waited, too, but where was the fun in that?

[icecoldfrost]

"You have your own blankets," Emma complained, but scooted over a bit to allow him room and covers. "Ugh, I'd forgotten how crowded two people in a twin bed was."

She hadn't exactly had time for company, with two majors, two minors, and the occasional Fandom Fuck-Up.

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm smaller than you are," Jack said complacently, as he settled in next to her. "Besides. You have to admit the warmth is nice."

He hadn't been much for company these last several months either, not counting when they were staying with Ronan.

[icecoldfrost]

"With that, you just volunteered for pillow-duty," Emma quipped, curling up to tuck herself in next to -- him? her? -- Jack. "I feel like I'm never going to thaw out from Russia. Even my fingers still feel cold."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snuggled in and reached a hand over, trying to grope for Emma's fingers to hold them. "Poor girl. You were amazing there, you know. Thank you."

[icecoldfrost]

"All I managed to do was sparkle at an unimpressed vampire," Emma replied dismissively, but she took Jack's hand. "...wow, even your fingers are tinier, I swear."

[bitten_notshy]

"He only likes artists," Jack said dismissively. "Artists and very old vampires. Though you'd think he'd know diamonds are forever."

That was a horrible joke.

He held his hand up to hers, distracted from the question of Starkad and Sebastien. "Let me see how much smaller it is."

[icecoldfrost]

"That is a terrible joke," Emma complained, but held her hand up obediently. "See? I swear, tinier than usual."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack squinted at their hands, grumbled, and collapsed back. "I'm a tiny tiny thing. Last time I didn't notice."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't sulk," she giggled, leveraging herself up enough to poke him in the chest teasingly.

...except that it wasn't quite the same as when she usually did that to him. "That? Is weird. And if you have larger breasts than me, I may be put out."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack thought about it, then smiled at her like the cat that ate the canary. "If you want me to take my shirt off to see, all you have to do is ask."

He very much doubted he'd top Emma's, ah, assets, but the comparison itself held some promise.

[icecoldfrost]

"Horrible influence," she sighed, shaking her head. "I doubt you'd be brave enough to do it, even if I asked."

[bitten_notshy]

"If I end up on Empire State Girls Gone Wild, it's your fault," Jack told her, cheerfully sitting up enough that he could shrug the shirt off.

What? She'd seen him shirtless, she'd seen breasts, Jack wasn't especially modest to begin with -- and she'd dared him.

[OOC: So sorry, logging off for sleeps. Long day tomorrow :-(.]

[icecoldfrost]

"Jack!" she shrieked, laughing. "You can't just go around flashing your breasts at people because they dare you to! For shame!"

Not that she was going to cover her eyes, because that would admit defeat. Still, not going to give Jack's new chest more than a cursory glance, because hello, awkward. The rules for checking out your ex-boyfriend/best friend/sometimes something else's temporary boobs was totally not in the Girl Handbook.