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"Wait a sec, which one of us is the librarian?"

Iolanthe crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "Which one of us is wearing the glasses, Davy?"

"Me, but I could just be really studious." Davy pushed the thick, black framed glasses back when they looked in danger of falling off.

Iolanthe looked interested. "Ooh, that's a good idea. We can do that later, maybe. You can be the shy, quiet bookish type, and I can be the cheerleader Except I left the uniform at home..."

"Io, can we get started?" Davy looked around anxiously. "Only, we' really shouldn't be here and some of us don't have glamour to hide if we get caught."

""Davy, don't worry. I checked and aside form a quick look-in at the start of their shift, security never patrols the library." Iolanthe perched on the Returns desk, kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs at the ankles. "All right you get settled behind the check-out desk and I'll go and get some books to print out. Is Lady Chatterly's Lover in fiction or classics?"

Davy moved behind the desk reluctantly. "Uh, I'll just look for you." He peered at Io over the top of his glasses. "Are you sure that's appropriate reading, miss?"

Io resisted the urge to clap at Davy going along with this. Instead she hopped off the desk and tried to look demure. "It's, uh, for a school project, sir. Oh, and do you have the unabridged 1001 Arabian Nights?"

"Ah, I believe we have a copy in German, but I'm afraid it's in the reference section."

"Oh dear," Io said, looking dismayed. "I really need it for my project. Can't I convince you to let me borrow it just this- Davy!"

Davy was bent over, laughing. "I'm sorry Io, I really am, it's just..." He started chuckling, put one hand to his chest and imitated Io's breathy tones. "I really, really, need that book... I'm sorry, but..." He grinned, laughing eyes framed by the glasses, and it was good thing he looked so damn cute, sexy, adorable, Davy-like, like that, because it was the only thing saving him from getting thwaped round the head. Maybe they should ease into the role play.

"I am sorry," he said, sounding more sincere. "I've kind of broken the mood, haven't I?"

Iolanthe waved a hand dissmissively. "I'm a lust fae, sweetie, I can bring the mood back any time, but if you can't get into this, then we'll try something different. It just seems a shame to waste the location, after all the effort getting here."

Davy came around the desk to stand behind Iolathe, arms circling her. "Well, while we here, maybe we can go make out in Non-Fiction?" He smiled as he felt Iolanthe perk up. "Or on one of those tables in the reference section, on top of periodicals and dictionaries..." he winced mentally as he thought of those hard corners digging into him.

"Really?" Io slipped out of his arms, grabbed his hand and started tugging him determinedly towards Literature. "We should get started, we've only got a few hours until this place opens."