239/240: Studying omg!

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth figured that she was probably going to have to apologize to her roommates.

Considering that her notes had somehow taken over the room.

There was Medieval English history there and US Government thataway and psych was somewhere in that direction.

Not to mention everything she was ever going to need for the political campaigning presention, which she was currently reviewing. Again

At least they were colorful notes?

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[janet_fraiser]

OOC: A whole lot less or a whole lot more?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nodded, and shuffled slightly so she could lay her head on Janet's shoulder. "This is a whole lot less stressful than other things in my life though," she pointed out.


[[ooc: *headdesks* That's why I went straight to bed then!]]

[janet_fraiser]

"That terrifies me," said Janet, putting her arm around Liz. "What else do you have going on that's more stressful?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Nothing specifically at the moment," Elizabeth admitted. "But give it time, and I'm sure the AF or the government can come up with something for me."

[janet_fraiser]

"There's no point in worrying about it, then, is there?" asked Janet. She smiled. "You need to relax. Anything I can do to help?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm not. Honestly," Elizabeth promised. She moved her head slightly to look up at Janet. "This is nice. Just sitting here with you."

[janet_fraiser]

"Good. What's the point of worrying about something that hasn't actually happened?" asked Janet. She brushed a stray lock of Liz's hair back. "We can keep doing this. Trust me, I'm in no hurry to get back to writing my ACJ paper."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Well, depending on what it is and if you know it's going to happen," Elizabeth began, before shrugging slightly. "Not applicable here, so I'm not going to think about it." She smiled. "Good. When's your ACJ paper due in?"

[janet_fraiser]

"No, it's not, and you don't know, so I'm glad you're not going to worry about it." Janet frowned over at her desk. "Next week, actually, but I'm trying to get it finished early."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"That's always a good plan," Elizabeth said. "Just about everything I've got to hand in is completed."

[janet_fraiser]

"I've got my Classics project nearly complete, Paleo's final is a field trip to a nearby dig, so that should be nice and chaotic easy enough, I'm not worried about Western Civ in the least, and Tactics should be pretty good too. So I'm really just trying to get this ACJ essay and my Journalistic Integrity interview done." Janet paused, then added, "We're a little focused, aren't we?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Website went in for speech today, finished my Foreign Lit paper yesterday, political campaigning presentation is in the folder and my psych project is *so handwavily* finished. So it's really government and Medieval English history around," Elizabeth said. She grinned. "Possibly. Yes. You're right. I do need to calm down a bit."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet laughed. "If you feel like sitting up, I'll rub your shoulders. That should help you calm down, right?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I think I can manage to sit up," Elizabeth said, grinning as she did so. "Thanks, hon."

[janet_fraiser]

"Any time," said Janet, blushing a little at the 'hon.' She settled her hands on Liz's shoulders and started pushing gently against the muscles, trying to find where the knots were. "Poor Daniel caught a cold after Saturday night."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth didn't see the blush as she turned around, sighing. "That feels good," she said. "He did? Okay, now I feel slightly guilty."

[janet_fraiser]

"It is supposed to," said Janet, smiling. She found a particularly large knot and pressed against it with her thumb. "Me too. He'll be fine, though. I went over and checked."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Mmm hmm, I know," Elizabeth murmured. "It's just a cold, right? How badly did he elevate it to?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Is that better?" asked Janet softly. She had one hand along either side of Liz's spine now, and was working her way down, trying to smooth out tension as she went along. "Just a cold. He was convinced it was going to develop into something worse for a while there. He didn't seem too amused when I told him if he developed pneumonia and died again, he could haunt me until he came back."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah," Elizabeth sighed, definitely feeling much more relaxed. She giggled. "I bet he wasn't. Are you sure you'd appreciate Daniel haunting you? Although, yeah, I admit it would probably only be for a couple of days."

[janet_fraiser]

"Good," murmured Janet, pressing the heel of her palm to Liz's lower back. "Lean forward a bit?" She grinned sheepishly. "He owes me. He didn't haunt me at all when he was Ascended. And it really wouldn't be for all that long, you're right."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth did as she was told without a murmur. "Surely not being haunted is a good thing? Or maybe he did and he doesn't want to tell you because he was hanging around the women's locker room or something?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet shifted so that she could massage the base of Liz's spine. And maybe her fingers dipped below the waistband of Liz's pants a few times too. "He reportedly only was there when people's lives were in danger, which mine never was. He said something about how if he'd come to see me, he'd never leave. Though who know, Daniel being Daniel, maybe he was just peeping in the women's locker room."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth shivered slightly, making small noises of contment. She maybe leant forward even more so her shirt rose up at the back. "Well, if he did only come then, it's a good thing you didn't see him," she grinned. "Maybe you should ask him and see how red he gets?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet smiled at the noises Liz was making. She could certainly take a hint. She traced her fingertips under the edge of Liz's waistband, before moving to massage where her shirt had moved to leave bare skin. "It is, I suppose. I missed him, though." She giggled. "He'd be red as a beet. That would be funny."