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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 21:30:11 GMT -5
Sean pouted as Elisabeth stood up, but that lasted for two seconds, and he was grinning again. He stood up, and held out his arm for her.
"I dinnae know what ye have in mind, but I'm in."
Sean took his credit card from the waitress, and watched her scurry away to her other customers. He put his card back in his wallet and left a generous tip on the table.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 22:01:34 GMT -5
Betsy slipped her arm in his and together they walked back to her car. Reaching in her pocket, she took out the keys and disabled the alarm. Climbing inside, she turned on the ignition, the same radio station still on and let the car warm up a bit.
Pulling into traffic, Betsy continued to drive through town, away from the mansion. Glancing over a Sean, she said with a laugh, “Here's the grand tour of Salem Center.” Pointing to a department store, she added, “Tomorrow we'll stop and pick up some skates for you. That's if we decide to brave the Christmas crowd,” she laughed.
A few minutes later, they were driving out of the city limits and Betsy took several turns, taking them past elaborately decorated houses. After a short time, the houses began to spread out more and Betsy turned down a drive. The sign read Orchard Park and it was obviously deserted at that time of year.
Parking the Mustang in a spot on the freshly plowed parking lot, Betsy turned the car off then looked at Sean. “That picnic table over there is our destination but I have to get a few things out of the trunk,” she said with a smile.
Pulling her coat tighter, she stepped out of the car and opened the trunk removing a windshield scraper and two blankets. Then she walked to the opposite side of the car and pointing to the shoveled path that led to the table, she said, “Shall we?”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 22:08:55 GMT -5
Sean shuddered at the thought of christmas shoppers.
"Crazed christmas shoppers? I dinnae know, I think I might prefere a few axe murderers." He chuckled, letting Elisabeth know he was kidding.
As he stepped out of the car, he noticed the picnic table, and the seemingly deserted area. He waited for her to get the ice scraper and blankets, and chivalrously took the blankets under his arm. He put his free arm around her shoulders, and let her lead them to the table.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 22:27:36 GMT -5
Betsy smiled at him when he put his arm across her shoulders then led them to the table. With the scrapper in her hands, she took the brushed side and began to clear the snow off the table. Once the snow was gone and the table as cleared as it could be, Betsy set the scraper on the ground, propped up against the table and took one of the blankets out of Sean's hands. Spreading it out on top of the table, she climbed on top of it and sat with her legs tucked under her skirt. Patting to the spot next to her, she said, “This is the best spot in the county for star gazing. I figured on a clear, cold night like this, they stars would be brilliant. Granted, it's usually a bit more comfortable during the summer when the blanket can be spread on the ground but a picnic table will have to do.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 22:37:23 GMT -5
Sean climbed up on the picnic table, next to Elisabeth, spreading the other blanket over both of their laps. He gently put his arm over her shoulder, looking up into the glorious heavens above.
"This is magnificent. In New York, there's too much light pollution, ye cannae even see the moon some nights. But this, it is so beautiful."
He leaned his head close, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 22:51:16 GMT -5
She nodded her agreement about the lack of stars in the city and smiled when he brought his face in close to kiss her cheek, his still fresh shaved face rubbing against her. He still smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower, she thought aimlessly.
Betsy stuck her hands behind her and leaned back on her arms to get a better view of the stars as she said, “One of the things I remember about my childhood was how I wanted to soar among the stars. Space held such dreams and my imagination would just take over with what I could discover.” She was staring straight up, her hair falling to the table they were sitting on.
Looking over a Sean, she smiled and asked, “As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 23:00:37 GMT -5
Sean thought back to his childhood and grinned,
"Well, when I was about seven or eight, I went throught a phase where I wanted to be a pirate. I went around with an eye patch, pretending to limp like I had a wooden leg. I'd even talk like one, saying 'Arg', and 'avast me hearties'. It drove me parents and Tom up the wall. Me Mam had enough of it, when I, on a great adventure, managed to shred her favorite curtains. When I was ten, I wanted to be a private eye, like James Bond, he was a real heroe to me."
Sean chuckled as he remembered his phases and the destruction that went with them. He leaned back a little more and glanced back at the sky, enjoying the beauty.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 23:20:12 GMT -5
Betsy laughed as she imagined a seven year old Sean running around like a pirate. “Oh, it sounds like you had some fun times. James Bond, huh? That explains why you joined Interpol.”
Betsy sat upright and scooted just a bit closer to him, pulling the blanket up farther around her arms. Glancing over at him, she studied him a moment in the darkness then said, “Let me know if you get cold and we'll take off.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 3, 2005 23:29:30 GMT -5
"Let me know if you get cold and we can take off."
Sean looked at Elisabeth, and smiled even thought she probably couldn't see that in the dark.
"I'm used to this weather, and if ye are cold, ye could sit in me lap. That'll warm ye up."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 3, 2005 23:53:15 GMT -5
Laughing, Betsy leaned in close to him and replied, “Don't tempt me, Irishman.” Then she moved so that she was sitting right to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning so that she could talk to him, she added, “It makes no sense not to conserve our heat and pull the blanket closer.” To demonstrate, Betsy tugged the blanket so that it draped over her shoulder and down her back, trapping the heat inside.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 0:02:26 GMT -5
Sean felt relished the feeling of Elisabeth's head on his shoulder. He reached his arm around her waist and held her close. Then he grabbed that hand with his free one, keeping them close together. He sighed contentedly truly, this was the life.
"And why shouldn't I tempt ye? Now ye've got me curious."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 4, 2005 0:18:35 GMT -5
Oh, yes, this is one way to stay warm, Betsy thought to herself as Sean put his arms around her.
"And why shouldn't I tempt ye? he asked her.
What a loaded question. Betsy thought about it for a moment, thought about how much to reveal. “I have very little will power,” she said with a laugh. Then she turned her face towards his and added, “At least when it comes to beautiful men.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 0:23:49 GMT -5
Sean chuckled lightly at Elisabeth's answer, and gazed into her eyes. Since he could see better since his eyes adjusted to the moonlight, he could tell she was enjoying their banter as much as he was. He nuzzled her face with his, and whispered in her ear,
"So if I ask ye into me lap again, ye would?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 4, 2005 0:42:45 GMT -5
Betsy laughed softly at his persistent question. With his face still close to hers, she said lightly, “I think you forgot to mention your other mutant ability. You have the power to charm others, don't you.”
Leaning back a little so that she could see his face again, she looked him in the eyes and asked half serious and half jokingly, “Why hasn't some lucky woman snatched you up?”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 0:49:47 GMT -5
Sean was amused at her question, and it showed in his eyes.
"Well, I dinnae think that being charming is part of me mutation. Perhaps I should have Charles look into tha' when he gets back. I did get "snatched up" by a woman, Maeve, we were married. Remember the explosion I mentioned earlier? She died, instantly in the blast. I dinnae know for several weeks."
Sean knew that Elisabeth hadn't meant for her question to drudge up unpleasant memories, and he did his best not to feel depressed mentioning his wife.
"It was a few years ago, and I think I've moved on, mostly. There were some bad times in the beginning, but tha's normal, I think. And what about ye, ye're smart, talented, beautiful, why hasn't some lucky man found ye?"
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