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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 16:24:54 GMT -5
Betsy's eyes danced in delight as he obviously liked the idea and said so by showing off his muscles. Staring at him, she thought about just how nice he had to look under the shirt. Shaking off the thoughts because this was a teammate, not someone she could just walk away from, she replied, “I'll just let you prove how handy you are, then.”
”Do ye like coffee? I've got a good way to start out tomorrow if you're up for it,” he asked.
She smiled, remembering how long it had taken her to get used to coffee after moving out of England. “Yes, I do and now you have me curious. Which can be a dangerous thing, you know,” she replied with a grin.
The foot on her ankle was just gently rubbing, barely moving at all but was beginning to distract her thinking. Come on, Betts, you are seriously not thinking like this, she reprimanded herself.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 18:15:39 GMT -5
Sean could tell Elisabeth was checking him out a little. He grinned like a cheshire cat,
"So I've got ye curious. Well, I'll meet ye at yuir door at about 5:30 in the mornin' and yui'll find out what I've got in store." He decided to change the subject, keep her off balance a little.
"Now, I dinnae have any ice skates with me. Will I be able to borrow some, or will we need to make a trip out here tomorrow as well?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 18:50:37 GMT -5
Betsy stared at him, her eyes growing wide as she replied, “5:30? Who in their right mind is up that early?” Shaking her head, she conceded with a laugh, “All right, but don't be surprised if I'm not completely awake.”
Their drinks arrived and as the waitress poured them each a glass, Betsy's overactive mind tried to figure out why they would have to get up so early for coffee. Once the drinks were poured and a basket of warm bread sticks set on the table between them, she took a sip then answered his next question. “Actually, we can probably pick you up a pair while we are in town tonight. It'll give me a chance to show you this little town in which you've decided to make you're home.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 18:56:34 GMT -5
Sean chuckled at Elisabeth's reaction to the time. He took a sip of the wine, letting it roll on his tongue, finding it excellent. He reached for a breadstick, nice and warm from the kitchen. He spread some butter on it, and took a bite. He finished chewing and swallowing and looked in Elisabeth's brown eyes.
"Another tour, if it's anything like the last one, I'm definately in. Oh and tomorrow morning, dress warm, and I would nae recommend a skirt, although they suit ye verra well." His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief.
That being said, he turned back to his breadstick and continued eating.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 19:41:00 GMT -5
Betsy also took a bread stick and tore a small piece off, popping it into her mouth. This place really did have great food. She looked up to see Sean staring at her and suppressed a grin. “I believe on this tour we will have to be a bit more discrete. Even though we've been here for several years and have successfully lived among the humans, they still wouldn't appreciate our little displays of power,” she said. There had been many times where it had been unavoidable in the past but Charles still wanted them to keep a low profile.
“Something warm, hmm?” she asked with a sparkle in her eyes after he complimented her skirts. “I'm sure I can come up with something appropriate.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 21:57:02 GMT -5
Sean sighed, pretending to be disappointed, giving her puppy dog eyes. Then he grinned at Elisabeth, as he slid his foot from her ankle to the back of her calf.
"I'm sure ye can find something appropriate to wear. Just make sure that it's nice and warm."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 22:52:54 GMT -5
Betsy laughed at the puppy dog eyes he made and then her own grew a shade darker as his foot moved up her leg a bit. Teammate, Betts, she reminded herself. You know what they say about dating your coworkers.
Yet there she was, breaking her own rule. Not only that but she had also agreed to spend a great deal of time with him tomorrow. Betsy had to wonder when her common sense flew out the window. Probably in the rec room, she replied to herself sarcastically.
Luckily, she was saved from making a comment about having help finding something suitable to wear in the morning by the arrival of their dinner. It was the perfect opportunity to regroup her thoughts and keep in mind that should something go wrong, she wouldn't be able to escape a coworker.
Placing her napkin on her lap and taking a generous sip of her wine, she tried to take the conversation to something a bit more..... boring. Rogue would never let her live it down if she saw what Betsy was thinking now.
“You know, you never did answer your own question earlier,” she started after taking a bite of her meal. “Yankees or Mets?” Oh, yeah, Rogue would be rolling with laughter.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 0:23:36 GMT -5
Sean smiled at the waitress as she set down their piping hot food. He noticed Elisabeth seemed a little distracted, wishing he was telepathic for once. He took a bite of his alfredo, relishing the taste, and resisting the temptation to wolf it down.
"Yankees or Mets?"
She caught him off guard, and not for the first time that day either. He chuckled at his own absentmindedness
"Mets, any day o the week. I cannae stand the Yankees. It is so nice not to have to rush through a meal. When I was with the NYPD, we had a saying; Eat it now, taste it later. All me meals were either haphazard, oh look, it's slow now, and there's a Taco Hell. Or they were by me self. It took several hours a' the gym not ta gain fifty pounds on that diet.
Ye seem ta be enjoying yuir dinner as well. What are meals at the mansion like?" Sean took another bite of his dinner, relishing the taste. He continued lightly brushing his foot against the back of her calf, getting a kick out of the expression on her face and in her eyes.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 1:23:04 GMT -5
Tucking the information about the Mets away in her mind, Betsy listened to him talk about life as a police officer and nodded. “I don't see how anyone does it. Sure, we have times where we are in the middle of a crisis but it isn't constant. Thankfully, considering our line of work. Besides, I think all that working out has certainly paid off,” she replied, the flirtatious grin returning to her face.
“As for dinner at the mansion, it's interesting. We have a cook who prepares dinner but breakfast and lunch are up to us. And when dealing with a houseful of teenagers, the amount of food that gets prepared is amazing,” she laughed. It was true. It didn't matter how busy or lazy a day they'd had, the kids could eat.
”Ye seem ta be enjoying yuir dinner as well, he commented.
“This place is certainly worth the drive in and besides, the company has been wonderful.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 11:06:32 GMT -5
"This place is certainly worth the drive in and besides, the company has been wonderful"
Sean grinned at Elisabeth, glad she was enjoying their "date" as much as he was. He took another bite of his food, satisfying his hunger. After swallowing, he replied,
"Aye, I have nae had a dinner companion as enjoyable as ye in . . . I dinnae remember the last time. " He chuckled, recalling the last time he'd eated with a fellow officer.
"So, how many students are there, and who watches over them when we're out saving the world and all?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 11:47:55 GMT -5
Betsy was getting full and not being one to eat until stuffed, she pushed the remainder of her food away. “There are about twenty students at the moment with a vast variety of powers. It is amazing how different they all are. As for who watches them, Charles rarely goes with us on missions so he's usually home. If he does have to leave, there is usually at least someone else there. It's highly unlikely that we send the entire team on a mission,” she answered.
“Luckily, things have been pretty quiet the last couple of months. Did Charles talk to you at all about the role you will take on the team?” she asked. As long as they stuck to neutral topics, Betsy could stick to her own “rules”. She was just having dinner with a new teammate and helping him to understand what it was like to be an X-Man. Yeah, right, her subconscious joked.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 20:02:50 GMT -5
Sean felt the first signs of being full, and instinctually pushed his plate to one side. He took another drink of the wine, and considered Elisabeth's question. He slid his hand across the table, and lightly brushed against her fingers.
"Charles was vague on about everythin', I dinnae know what, if any classes he'll want me ta teach. Do ye teach any classes?"
Under the table, his foot moved from her calf to under her knee. Still gentle, almost tickling the underside of her knee. With his free foot, he started playing lightly with hers.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 20:42:14 GMT -5
He is enjoying this way too much, Betsy thought as he pushed his plate aside and reached for her hand. There was no way he was reading her mind, no one could. Did he sense her hesitation?
“Charles being vague isn't surprising. If you are meant to teach, and most likely you will be asked, he'll find something that you are wonderful at and have you teach that. As for me, I teach a class that makes use of my ninja training. The students learn a variety of martial arts, stealth and the use of a few select weapons. We aren't necessarily training them to join the ranks of the X-Men but they are skills needed to survive the constant onslaught of attacks from various racists and other, less moral, mutants,” she answered. The thought of the Danger Room, where her class was held, brought back the memory of wondering how he looked in uniform.
Trying to shake that image out of her mind, she added, “Most of us also work one on one with a student or two training them specifically in controlling their powers.” Betsy wanted to explain more but he suddenly moved his foot to the back of her knee and then began playing with the other one. Completely losing her train of thought, Betsy decided then and there that the gloves were coming off. He was obviously wanting to make this into something more then a casual dinner and the idea appealed to her as well.
Her dark eyes looking directly at his green ones, she flipped her hand over so that hers was on top and began to trace his palm with the tips of her fingers. “Why don't we get our bill and take off? I don't know about you, but I have no room for dessert at this point,” she suggested quietly.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 20:59:55 GMT -5
Sean motioned with his free hand for the check, as Elisabeth traced his other one with her fingers. He grinned at her suggestion of moving on, and reluctantly slipped his shoes back on. He handed the waitress his credit card, and continued looking into Elisabeth's eyes.
"Where should we go? If we were nae downtown, we could put a new star on tha lovely tree out there. Ye know more about this town than me, and if this tour is anythin like the last, sans powers, I cannae wait." His eyes twinkled like emeralds in the sun as he beamed at her.
With his shoes back on, he ensnared her leg again, just to throw her off balance. There is a reason for the saying; 'When Irish eyes are smiling, they're usually up to something.' He chuckled with good humor at her expression.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 21:21:26 GMT -5
Betsy didn't answer his question right away, just gently pulled her leg free so she could stand up. As much “fun” as Salem Center might be, she changed her mind about the tour. Inspiration struck her when he mentioned putting the star on the tree. Slipping into her coat, she finally replied, “It won't be much of a tour but I have an idea if you don't mind the cold. Oh, and we'll have to drive there.” Giving him a grin that was meant to match his own, she added, “I hope you didn't have any other plans tonight.”
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