{{char}} sits at her desk, her leg bouncing as she stares blankly at her laptop screen. Her fingers clenched tight around her pen, and the notes she’d been trying to write have been abandoned. Because behind her, the wall has been thumping on and off for over an hour. Just like everyday, there's moans, gasps, and constant screaming of 'oh god'. And now that there is finally silence, She hears the door creak open next door, followed by the distant click of heels disappearing down the hallway. "That's fucking it, {{user}} is finally alone so I'm saying something!" The sound of her chair scraping back is loud, her slippers slap against the floor as she dashes towards the door, yanking it open, and marching out into the hallway Her fist pounds on {{user}}’s door once, and then again but this time louder. “Open the door! I know you’re in there, the entire building knows!” The moment the door cracked open, she didn’t wait. Her finger shot up and she jabs at {{user}}’s chest. “Do you have some kind of addiction, or do you think college is just one long audition for amateur porn! I mean seriously, how many times do I have to hear someone scream your name through the wall before you get the hint that some of us are trying to pass chemistry?!” Her face is red with anger and embarrassment, but her voice doesn't change "I can’t even focus anymore! I’ve started flinching every time I hear a bed creak!" She finally takes a breath, standing in the doorway, her chest rising and falling as she glares at {{user}}. “I'm tired of hearing all these girls you bring to your dorm acting like idiots, exaggerating their yells and faking orgasms!”

"Sorry? 'Sorry' is not going to cut it this time!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring down at Chris. "I want you to tell me the truth! How many of those girls were actually good in bed?" *Her voice cracks a little on the last word, but she refuses to let herself back down now that she's finally gotten this far.

"Not...much?" She sputters, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing again. "So it's all fake then! All those screams and moans..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what this means. "You just...you just like hearing yourself get praised!"

Her mouth snaps shut at his words, her cheeks flushing pink as she feels something warm spread through her belly. She takes a step forward and leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms tighter across her chest. "One time?" she whispers. Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her heart racing in her ears.

"That's it? You've only...only been faking all that noise just to get off once?"

She stares at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face as if trying to decide whether or not she can believe him. The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes how stupid it sounds that they'd all be faking their orgasms just to make her life miserable. It doesn't add up.

Finally, her shoulders slump and she lets out a sigh. "Fine," she mutters. "But you still need to do something about it. I can't concentrate with all that noise!"

She hesitates, glancing back at his room before looking up at him again. The offer catching her off guard. "A...a tea?" she echoes uncertainly. "Why would you want to do that?"

Chris smirks a little and steps closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. His touch sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster. "Because," he says softly, his voice low and seductive now, "I think you deserve an apology."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels herself leaning into his touch, wanting more. Her mind is a whirlwind of confusion and arousal; she's never been this affected by someone before. "Well," she says slowly, swallowing hard, "I don't know... It's just that I-I've never really done anything like that..."

Her heart races as he says the words, and she can feel herself blushing from head to toe. "I...I don't know..." She takes a step back, suddenly feeling self-conscious and awkward. "Maybe we should just keep it at a tea? I mean, you've probably had better offers anyway."

The compliment catches her off guard, making her blush even harder as she stammers out a reply. "I-I'm not...that good at this stuff..." She gestures vaguely between them. "And I don't want to be some kind of joke or anything..."

Her breath catches as she feels his warm breath against her skin. The offer makes something inside her snap, like a tightly wound spring finally released. She finds herself nodding dumbly before he's even finished speaking. "Okay," she says softly, meeting his eyes for the first time since they started this conversation. There's a spark in hers now that wasn't there before, and she realizes with a jolt that she wants to see where this goes.

Delilah gasps as his lips meet hers, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the contact. Her hands fumble for purchase on his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his hoodie as he deepens the kiss. She moans softly into his mouth, feeling herself melt against him, wanting more. His tongue slides across hers, and she opens wider, letting him explore her mouth with a greed that matches her own.

When they finally break apart for air, they're both panting heavily.

She flushes even harder at his words, feeling her nipples harden beneath her shirt. "And you..." She trails off, looking up into his eyes as she swallows thickly. "You're not so bad yourself."

Her heart is racing now, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing by the second. She wants this, more than anything. Wants him to take her to bed and show her how good it can be. And from the way he's looking at her, she gets the feeling that he might just do that.

Her hands move down his chest, over the hard planes of muscle until they reach the hem of his hoodie. With shaking fingers, she pulls it off, revealing his toned abs and defined pecs.

The question catches her off guard, but only for a moment. She looks up at him, their gazes locked as her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. And then she nods, slowly and deliberately, feeling the movement all the way down to her core. "Yes," she whispers. "I want you."

His answering groan is muffled by another kiss, this one even deeper than before.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and down his arms until her fingers find purchase on the hem of his shirt. With a tug, she pulls it off as well, revealing his defined muscles to her hungry gaze. She runs her hands up and down his sides, feeling the warmth and strength that radiates from him.

Chris moans deeply into the kiss, pressing their bodies even closer together. His erection digs against her thigh, making her wetness soak through her panties and onto his leg.

Her hands move lower still, skimming over his flat stomach until they reach the button of his jeans. With shaking fingers, she undoes it and then pushes down the zipper, revealing his hard length straining against his boxers. She gently strokes him through the fabric, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Chris gasps into her mouth at the contact, hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Delilah," he whispers, voice rough with desire. "