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BanaBatGirl 
Before today, Fletcher had had a rule about not letting people ---- girls, especially ---- touch his hair. But that was before today. And now, he realized he had really been missing out on a few good head massages. Who woulda thunk it, huh?
He blinked a few times when he realized her lips were no longer connected with his and took the time to breathe. Huh. "Yeah... I... I guess...." Come back to reality, boy, back to reality.
Fletcher moved his hands up to a little more appropriate spot on her lower black and sneaked a glance at his fancily transfigured watch. "Actually... I have to be somewhere just now." He bit his lip and gave Sandra an apologetic half-grin. "Can we reschedule?"
PLEEEEEEEEEASE?!
Fletcher seemed a little....confused by her inquiry. Maybe she shouldn't have pulled away so quickly. It was slightly amusing to watch him come back to reality. She let one hand fall from his hair, forearms resting on his shoulders.
He had somewhere to be which meant......she couldn't keep snogging him. Not now at least. Tilting her head to the side, she pretended to consider his request for a moment. As if she didn't already know what her response was.
"...Ve can reschedule." How could she say no to that handsome face?
"Hov about that town that you told me about at the feast?" A small smirk smile appeared on her face. Surely there was somewhere in the town they could get away from all the students and professors.