She's laying with raised knees on the maroon-carpeted, library floor, surrounded by wooden bookshelves, full of, obviously, books. The smell of old literature is strongly in the air. She has no form of pillow. The yellow-tinted lighting is gentle, though good enough to read. Her golden hair is in a layered shag that reaches her lower shoulderblade edges. Her skin is void of melanin. And, her irises are gray. She's wearing a black tanktop with black jeggings, and black flipflops. She shuts her eyes, hugging a sky blue tablet to her D-cup chest.
Her leopard-print backpack is nearby, containing her new laptop for school.
She can see the library still through her shut eyelids, but it's darker looking.
Soon, a muscular, male form that's some inches smaller than her straddles her. She can feel the muscles of his legs against her sides. She opens her eyes to seeing the brown-skinned cowboy bending down over her, leaning on his arms, his hands pressed into the carpet beside her shoulders.
He dips toward a kiss, nearly brushing lips together, then looks her in the eyes, chewing some gum. "You really shouldn't lay in the back of the library," his crackling, baritone voice both is heard from above her, and from off at a table in the room. She awakens to seeing him sitting at the table, looking at her from using his laptop, "I said, "You really shouldn't lay in the back of the library."" He has an Arizonan cowboy accent rarely heard these days. Then, she's pulled back into shutting her eyes, then opening them again to him on top of her again, but he now sits back up, though remains straddling her, chewing his gum. She starts to hear a quiet playing of Big & Rich's Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy).
"Really, Tahoma? You're trying to hook up in the back of the library?" A mezzo-soprano woman asks with attitude, pulling the blonde back into reality, where she sees the other woman, also brown, walking by the cowboy, looking as attitudey as she sounded. Tahoma: "It's just a song, Ajei." Ajei: "Why are you laying on the floor? You don't even have a pillow." Tahoma: "I figured she likes to rough it."
The blonde sits up, half-lotus. Ajei: "Tahoma, behave."
Tahoma: "I am perfectly behaved. You're the one making weird assumptions, and not minding your business." Ajei: "You're such a cliché tom sometimes." Tahoma starts to type away on his laptop.
Ajei sits in the seat next to Tahoma, and gets out her laptop, "I can't leave you two alone back here, or who knows what'll happen." The blonde returns to fingerpressing a story on her tablet. Ajei gets out a pair of headphones, handing them to Tahoma. Tahoma pushes them away with the back of his left hand, rejecting the offer. Then, he gets up, and goes over to the blonde, squatting beside her, with his legs spread apart, and his forearm ends resting on his kneecaps, letting his hands dangle. "What's your name, Darlin'?"
The blonde thus introduces herself, "Belle Jarnet."
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