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"That's what my dream was." Xavier deadpanned, staring blankly at the trembling girl before him. A small smile played on her features, her eyes gaining a knowing spark.
"You know, I had a suspicion."
"What?"
"I've been told from multiple sources that my vision was probably prophetic." She stated calmly, examining her nailbeds. "Suppose they were right."
All the boy could do was laugh. His ribs threatened to crack out of his skin the more he cackled, his gravelly voice ringing through the dorm.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
She looked at him, genuinely astounded. "Are you kidding? Why would I go up to you and say 'hey! I think we just shared a prophetic vision about us having sex!'"
The boys' laughter continued, his head thrown back.
"I don't know why, but this is really funny to me."
"I can tell." Raven was scrambling for a sweater for him to wear, as he was still entirely nude in her dorm. It truly was a somewhat silly sight to see- Xavier Thorpe with his mussed up hair and unclothed body drenched with beads of sweat- a thought dawned on her.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
Xavier's cheeks flushed bright red, and his hazel eyes searched around the room in order for his gaze to fall upon anything but her.
"Like- you mean, together?"
She nodded.
"Together together?"
"What do you think I mean?" She laughed.
"Wait, didn't we both literally just shower?"
She giggled again. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You're all sweaty, though." He rolled his eyes, and wetted his lips, thinking.
Suddenly, his eyes pierced hers. "You didn't feel pressured, or anything, right?"
"Woah, woah. Why would you think that?" She asked, shuffling closer to him on the shag carpet.
"I don't know, that just didn't seem like you."
She scoffed playfully. "I let down my so-called 'harsh exterior' for an hour and this is what I get?"
He rolled his eyes in response, leaning into his companion. "Are you sure that was your first time?"
"No, I've actually been lying to you. My body count is thirty." She deadpanned.
"Wrong kind of body count, Poe. I don't mean killing people."
She laughed. "Why do you ask that, though?"
"I don't know, it just felt right with you. Felt better."
"Flattery gets you nowhere."
"No, I'm serious. I can't explain it- I think you're just good at everything you do?"
