Fourth Floor Hallway, Wednesday Evening

[trigons_child]

Raven just happened to be walking down the hallway on the fourth floor Wednesday evening. A surge of feelings that came from behind the door to room 438 brought her to a sudden halt. She tried to will her feet to keep moving; emotional eavesdropping was rude, and the intensity of what she was feeling threatened to overwhelm her. But she'd been feeling out of sorts all day for some reason, and the feelings she was picking up from the other side of the door seemed to be exactly what she needed.

Closing her eyes with a sigh, she pressed against the door, drinking in the sensations of desire and pleasure. She had no idea who was in the room, but whoever they were, they were definitely enjoying themselves.

After a long moment she managed to tear herself away from the door, struggling to control both her own desire and that she was picking up on. She drew in a ragged breath. She shouldn't have let herself embrace these kind of feelings -- or any kinds of feelings. It was far too dangerous. She fled to her room. Meditation would clear her head. Meditation, and perhaps a cold shower.


[ooc: posted with permission of those fornicating behind the door; Rachel molesting the door is OK for broadcast. :]