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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 21:34:33 GMT -5
Sean grinned and gave Elisabeth a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Then he bounded to his feet, years of training, just reflexive now. He stretched out his hands to help her to her feet, and chuckled.
"Ye can't hang up yuir uniform, I haven't seen ye in it yet. We can't have that now, can we?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 4, 2005 21:50:44 GMT -5
Betsy gave him her hands and allowed him to pull her up. Brushing herself off, she realized her coat was pretty wet from the snow. Reaching her hands to her hair, it was obvious that the snow had made itself at home in her purple locks. It was going to be fun to brush that out, she thought sarcastically.
"Ye can't hang up yuir uniform, I haven't seen ye in it yet. We can't have that now, can we?" he asked with a chuckle.
Betsy laughed, “Well, until our first Danger Room session, you probably won't see it. It isn't something that I parade around the mansion in. How about you? Do you have a uniform or has Charles offered to get you one?”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 22:19:19 GMT -5
Sean helped Elisabeth to her feet, brushing the snow off her back. He thought back to his conversation with Charles, and realized uniforms hadn't even been discussed. He put his arm on her shoulder and replied,
"Ye know, some how, that never got brought up. Strangest thing, but I was verra hungover, and wanted nothing more than an aspirin and more sleep. Are there some spare uniforms that might do, until I can figure something out? Maybe ye could help me with tha'?"
He winked at her and asked,
"Ye seem pretty well drenched in snow, do ye want to head for the mansion?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 4, 2005 22:46:29 GMT -5
Her coat sufficiently brushed off, Sean put his arm around her. Laughing at his description of his encounter with Charles, Betsy replied, “I think Charles knew exactly when to recruit you. If you hadn't been so out of it and wanting him to stop his persistent knocking at your mental door, what would you have said to his offer?”
“As for uniforms, I'm sure we can find something. We seem to keep an unlimited supply of the blue and yellow spandex lying around for those who don't have their own custom made,” she added, picturing him in one of the standard uniforms.
"Ye seem pretty well drenched in snow, do ye want to head for the mansion?" he commented.
Grinning, Betsy replied, “You noticed, did you? For some reason, I'm the one who kept ending up with either snow dumped on my head or flat on my back in the stuff. I should probably get into something a bit warmer.”
They walked back to the picnic table to gather up the blankets and ice scrapper but before they did, Betsy turned to face him and said, “There's something I've been wanting to do all night.” Before he could reply, she reached up, took his face in both her hands and lightly brushed her lips against his, in a very unchaste manner.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 22:58:48 GMT -5
Any sense Sean Cassidy flew out the window and away from him with Elisabeth's kiss. Forcing himself back to where Elisabeth stood, awaiting answers, he thought for a few moments,
"Charles came to me when I also did not have anything, no job, no prospects. I probably would have agreed, and if he'd told me about ye, I'd have flown here in the speed of light."
He picked up one of the blankets, draping it over her shoulders,
"There's some thing I've been wanting to do all night as well."
He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her. Then, in a classic dance move, he dipped her, and kissed her soundly on the lips.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 4, 2005 23:29:41 GMT -5
Betsy enjoyed the reaction she got from Sean with her kiss and would have gladly kept on if he hadn't remembered she asked him a question. “Well, no matter when or how he approached you, I'm glad he did. Life at the mansion will surly be more interesting now,” she replied with a laugh.
Then he grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around her pulled her close for a dramatic kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed him back upright, never once letting go and deepened the kiss. It was so genuine, so full of feeling and it made her feel so alive.
Pulling away a bit reluctantly, she looked in his eyes and said with a small smile, “If we've both been wanting to do that, why did we wait so long?”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 4, 2005 23:37:37 GMT -5
"If we've both been wanting to do that, why did we wait so long?"
Sean pondered the question, why had he waited?
"As much as I like to take initiative, I dinnae want to over step. We are just getting to know each other, but I am glad we decided to do what me instincts have been telling me ta do since before dinner. I am also not used to such welcome attention from an attractive woman. Ye are truly one of a kind, Elisabeth."
He stood there, comfortable with her arms around his neck, content. He kept his arms around her, gently massaging her back.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 5, 2005 0:05:48 GMT -5
Betsy slipped her arms from around his neck to his waist and snuggled into his shoulder. Sean was like a breath of fresh air for her. She was used to anything that moved quickly and that included any relationships. Most only lasted a few months at most and were usually casual flings at best. However, Sean represented an almost innocence. All Betsy knew was that if they intended to continue what was started, she was going to have to do things much differently then she was used to.
Pulling back, she looked at him and said, “I suppose we had better get back to the mansion so I can get dried off.” And where having other people around will help remind me to take things easy.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 5, 2005 0:11:53 GMT -5
Sean grinned as Elisabeth snuggled into him. This woman was unlike any he'd ever met in his life. He couldn't remember the last time a woman so gorgeous had even given him a second glance, much less kiss him and join him having fun. What a sense of humor and fun!
Elisabeth spoke up from his shoulder, "I suppose we had better get back to the mansion so I can get dried off."
Sean looked disappionted, but only slightly,
"I guess yuir right, don't want ye getting sick now. Need any help drying off?" He asked, with a leer that was too overdone to be real.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 5, 2005 0:21:59 GMT -5
Betsy didn't miss the look of disappointment but only because she was reluctant to leave this moment as well. However, she knew herself too well and knew it was better to get back home. And although she wasn't feeling the dampness from her coat and clothes yet, she would soon.
"I guess yuir right, don't want ye getting sick now. Need any help drying off?" he teased.
With a gleam of mischief in her eyes, she lightly kissed him again and replied, “One of these days you are going to see just how dangerous a suggestion like that is.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 5, 2005 5:32:48 GMT -5
"One of these days you are going to see just how dangerous a suggestion like that is."
Sean looked at Elisabeth, and grinned at her,
"I cannae wait for that day." He let go of her, to pick up the remaining blanket and ice scraper, then put his arm around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek, and sighed.
"I guess it's time to get back, eh?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 5, 2005 9:25:48 GMT -5
Betsy laughed at his reluctance and said, “Yes, we really should get home and I have no desire to be sick over Christmas.”
Walking with him back to the car, she opened the trunk for Sean to put the blankets and scrapper in then walked to the driver's side of the car. Taking her coat off so she didn't get her seat or clothes more wet, Betsy laid it in the back seat and climbed in the small car.
Looking over at Sean, she said, “You are in charge of the radio again.” Then, as if she just remembered something, she added, “Did you need to pick up anything while we are in town? Other then the ice skates, I mean.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 5, 2005 11:04:05 GMT -5
Sean climbed into the car, reluctantly. He decided to let the good tunes roll. The Beatles came on with Hey Jude. He turned to Elisabeth,
"Just the skates, I think. If I forget anythin' we can come back tomorrow." He gave her a grin, and started to sing along, with a surprisingly good irish tenor.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 5, 2005 11:32:45 GMT -5
“The skates can wait until tomorrow as well, then,” she replied as he turned the radio on. As she pulled out of the park and back onto the main road, Sean started singing and Betsy looked over and smiled at him. It shouldn't be too surprising that he would be able to have perfect pitch with his particular powers. Deciding not to join in on the singing, she just sat there and tapped her fingers on the gear shift.
In what seemed like no time, they were pulling back onto the mansion grounds and in the garage. Parking the car, Betsy retrieved her coat and the blankets to take inside to dry out. Looking at Sean, she said with a laugh, “Well, it's back to the craziness of our lives.”
((Exit to the Front Hall))
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Post by goddesssublime on Jul 5, 2005 16:51:33 GMT -5
She headed into Salem Center, landing in front of a small but intimate Italian restaraunt, one of Rogue's personal favorites. She opened the door and stepped inside, ignoring most of the people in the take out area who stared. Some of them recognized her and Remy, some of them didn't and just realized that a flying woman had walked through the door with a man with red and black eyes. She made her way towards the seating area and froze. Betsy. And that new guy. Sean. Turning to Remy, she suggested, "How about we just get take out?" Remy had seen them, too. "Geez, did dey follow us? Betsy read yer mind?" he joked. "An' p'haps we best get takeout... We could have a picnic in de park?" he suggested, giving Rogue a gently smile. "An', after dat... We can do whatever you'd like," Remy went on. ::Jus' as long as no one squeals on ya fer bustin' out a day early...:: he thought, beginning to slightly worry.
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