Author's Note: Holy crap, it's less than a week and already there's a new Roommates chapter?  OMFG!!11  Truth of the matter is I finally have a steady computer, so I can finally edit these faster.  *joy* 

It's weird, having fans.  I mean, there are furs out there actually waiting for the next Roommates to drop.  It's flattering, as well as a touch scary.  I mean... I have fans.  They WANT to continue reading what happens to my half-bit characters.  They see themselves in Sem when he was confronted by so much female attention.  Words can't describe how I feel about y'all.  All I can say is that if you keep reading, I'll keep writing

-pyro

I am diggin' this new editing feature on the submission page. It's funktacular.  Anyway, without further ado...

Roommates 7: One on One

Kiyara-------------------

The three of us headed off to breakfast, during which the inevitable ‘major' question came up. They were both sophomores like me, Ani going into teaching, Croy currently undeclared, though not through laziness. He was taking a veritable smorgasbord of classes, seeing if something struck his fancy enough to make a career in. "It ain't fun, being undeclared in sophomore year. I feel a bunch of pressure to fall somewhere, even though it's early in the year." He shrugged easily. "But, hey, I know that when I do find something I like, I'll stick. Or, I could go business major by default." Chuckling, he looked at me. "So, Kiyara, what're you majoring in?" he asked, pointing his fork at me lazily.

"Pharmaceuticals," I told them. "Nothing fancy, really. Might change to something more science-oriented, might not. I do like working with people, though." There was a sudden blast of polytonal music, where Aniryl apologized and answered her cell. I took this as an opportunity to lean closer to Croy, beckoning him to do the same. "Tell me, Croy," I began, dropping my voice, "What is Sem to you?"

He gave me an amused snort. "Told you last night at the party, he's my roommate, and hopefully he considers me a friend."

"Mm hm... yet you seem a bit of a mother hen concerning him." I smiled resting my chin on my clasped paws while holding his gaze. "You want him, don't you?"

His gaze dropped, and he chuckled a bit more, his tongue passing over his teeth. "Well... yeah, I do. I'm not about to push myself on him, though. He's... I don't think he'd react positively to that." His glance returned to me, a smirk playing around his features. "So, does this make us rivals now, with you one up because you had him last night?"

"It could," I said, deliberately ambiguous. "I could be persuaded to share, though." My paw glanced his. "You're not confident," I told him.

He laughed in answer, but said nothing as Ani hung up. "That was Icarus," she said, grinning. "I'm gonna head down to meet him, we're havin' a quickie in the bathroom." Her smile turned wicked. "He doesn't know that yet..." We shared a good chuckle, and Ani waved goodbye, getting up to surprise her boyfriend.

"Those two almost never stop..." Croy said, still smiling as he took a glance at his cell phone. "Well, it's about... eleven, what time did Sem say he'd be out?"

"Twelve at the earliest," I told him.

He nodded. "How ‘bout we play a little one-on-one basketball, then?"

I smirked. "Over Sem?"

He smirked right back. "I didn't say that. I merely suggested it to kill time."

"Alright," I said, then snorted a bit. "You'd better bring your ‘A' game," I told him as I got up to leave.

"Shear Center in 15, Kiyara!" he told me, and I waved a paw in acknowledgement.


The door buzzed loudly, the lock clicking. I waved a greeting and a thank you to Tristan, the self-described fisher cat, though he looked like some kind of weasel. Maybe a fisher cat was a weasel. I wasn't quite sure on the matter.

He was reading a book, as usual, and waved as I opened the door. I, of course, waved back, the lock of the door clicking back into place. The fatigue from the food and the night (and morning) started to settle in a bit, so I took the elevator up the five flights to my dorm. As I leaned against the rail, my thoughts turned to Sem, and a nice, warm feeling spread through me just thinking of him. As my mind descended down the gutter, I was left wondering how many levels of kink I could take him to. He seemed to enjoy that little bit of anal play... which brought me to Croy and his little crush -- the possible reason for this friendly little game of basketball. Or, I continued to myself, stepping from the elevator, it could be Croy's little approval test. Regardless, I intended to beat him.

Digging my keys out of my purse, I walked down the hall to my dorm, hoping the closest bathroom's shower stalls weren't occupied. Placing the key into the lock and turning both lock and knob at the same time, I was only momentarily surprised that the knob was jerked out of my paw. I glanced Morti, having about a second of reaction time before she was on top of me, bearing me to the ground, with a small growl.

"Ow!" I giggled out, a smile breaking out on my face as she licked my nose. Immediately afterward she started sniffing around my face and neck. "Hello to you, too," I told her. She paused, sniffing deeper at a spot on my cheek, spurring another giggle from me as her tail thrashed.

She broke into a huge, mischievous smile, looking right at me. "I know what you did last niiiiight!" she sang out, then dropped her voice a bit, "and... I know who you did." The smile transformed into a smirk with a twist of her lips.

"Oh ho, really, now?"

"A-yup! Tell me," and she settled herself on me, tail waving lazily in the air, "how was he?"

"If you let me up, I'll tell you."

"Aw... that's no fun..." Morti made a face like any petulant child, but obliged, getting off me so I could get up. Rubbing the back of my head, I entered our dorm. Just seeing mine again made me envy Sem his. It was small -- one room -- but we managed to make it work for us, the beds bunked on one side, the dressers on the other. Morti's desk was nestled into the far corner, mine right by one of the closet spaces. Morti was at my heels, her thrashing tail betraying her agitation as she waited for me to spill, but I decided to wait her out, gathering things up for my shower instead. Finally, she pounced me onto my bed, the lower of the two bunks, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I met him," she told me with a nonchalance I knew she didn't feel.

"Met who?"

She hit me with a pillow. "You know exactly who I mean! The Sexy Emo-panther Male!"

I chuckled at the old pseudonym we had attached to Sem. "I think I remember now... where did you meet him?"

"Had a study session with him. He was late." Morti looked at me significantly. "So, Kiki, how was he last night and this morning?"

"Virgin," I answered.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed.

"...and, once he knows what he's doing, really, really wonderful... I haven't had as good a lay since..." A smile drifted across my face and Morti grinned, naughty all over again. "Which reminds me, I need to take a shower."

She got off me, grinning still. "Can I join ya?" she asked coyly.

"No, but you should change your shirt."

"Why, is something on it?" She looked down at her white shirt with red lettering that read "I like boys."

I gathered up my towel, a change of clothes, and some sandals. "It's not accurate," I said as I left.

Croy---------------------

The gym was near my dorm, so I was early by a bit. Either that, or Kiyara was late. Regardless, it was time to work on my foul shot. So far, I was five-for-eight.

"Nice shot." I turned, hearing my shot go in, then bounce toward her. She wore some red, tight, hip-hugging shorts and a white T-shirt with a heart broken down the middle.

"Nice shirt," I returned, amused by it.

"So, what are we playing, here?" She dribbled the ball, then passed it hard at me.

I caught it with a chuckle. "Only half-court, say... first to twenty-one?" She nodded, then looked at me expectantly. "What?" I asked, momentarily confused.

"That was the check."

I couldn't help but smirk at that, bouncing the ball back to her as she went to the top of the 3-point line, and I just crouched where I was, ready for anything. Or, so I supposed, anyway. She went right off the bat, driving forward, pushing against me slightly. I saw her move toward a shot and I jumped to block – only to find her slipping past me and laying it in. Two for her. She gave me a smirk, dribbling the ball slowly back up to the top of the key.

"You're not gonna give it to me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Uh-uh, wolf," she replied, a lazy smile on her face. "You want it so bad, you gotta take it from me."

I snorted in response, receiving the check and bouncing it back to her, ready again. She started driving again, this time to my right, and I back pedaled to keep up wit her. I didn't expect her to stop, so I was a couple steps away as she went up for the jumper. I wouldn't have that. Jumping forward, I slapped the ball over her head and behind her, then recovered it just outside of the three-point line. I shot from there and in went the ball. Three-two.

"Nice moves," she told me, getting the ball and passing it to me.

"Same to you," I said, checking the ball. I quickly powered down the court to my left, pushing up against her, then rolled right, finding open space and shooting, the ball bouncing off the backboard and in. Five-two. I got the ball myself, checking it to her, then slowly coming toward the basket. She outright stole it from me, then drove it in for a lay up. Five-four.

The game went on like that, neither of us getting any kind of clear advantage, no more than three points ahead at any given point.. By the look of determination on her face, she was bringing her best, and that forced mine, just to keep up with her. I started to respect, hell, even like her the more we played, and the more we traded barbs and comments. The game had to end sometime, though, and the score stood at twenty to nineteen, game point, her ball. We were panting, hot, and tired. If we were playing for Sem, I remember thinking that I wouldn't mind losing to her. Of course, I wasn't going to let her win, either.

She dribbled to the right, moving close for a bit before shooting around my block. The ball soared through the air, hitting the rim and bouncing off, both of us after it. I beat her by about a half-step to a step, then spun around her to lay it in for the win, twenty-one to twenty.

Kiyara didn't really contest that last point, so she was a bit behind me as I turned, crouching down to pant, looking at her as she looked at me, the ball forgotten. After a moment I straightened out, walking over to her. "Good game," I said, holding out my paw.

"It was," she replied, grabbing my paw and shaking it as she straightened out herself. "We're gonna hafta do this again sometime."

I smirked. "Why, you want a rematch?"

She shook her head. "The match was too close. We're even, in my book. I do want to see if you're any good at other things, though."

"You're on," I said with a snort.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet up with Sem and maybe yiff him again. What time is it?"

I chuckled, looking at my watch. "S'bout noon...ish. Save some panther for me, alright?"

"Oh, I will. You've earned it." We traded cell numbers, then parted ways. After seeing her moves on the court, though, I couldn't help but wonder how she was in bed...

As I entered my room, I could hear my cell phone vibrate, then fall. I sighed, wondering how it stayed intact after all this time. This was nowhere near the first time it's fallen, yet it still was in good, if not perfect working order. All I knew was that cell was a tough little bastard, but I knew that, one day, it would break. Finding it, I dialed up my voice mail.

"Sunday, 1:24 pm."

"Hey, Croy. It's Icarus. I just realized that its, what, second, third week of school? I haven't even shown you my place yet! I'm kinda ashamed about that... but whatever. Also, I want to thank you for takin' care of Ani last night. I'm sure you two had all kinds of fun, heh. So, hey, I thought I might as well do both at once. So! Call me back when you get this, alright? Later."

He was right, but it's not like I minded, since we still kept in touch. I couldn't help but think that that lion had something up his sleeve... No matter. I liked his surprises.