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Post by Banshee on Sept 28, 2005 21:59:32 GMT -5
This room is only accessible to the X-Men. It is where have meetings. Unauthorized persons trying to get in will set off the alarms.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 28, 2005 16:46:50 GMT -5
Betsy took a long, hot shower in the women's locker room, well, as much of a long, hot shower as one could in a semi-public setting, and allowed the hot water to help keep her muscles loose after the battle in the danger room. It wasn't that she was old, per se, it's just that some days she felt older then her thirty-two years. And this happened to be one of them. Maybe she shouldn't have pulled away from Sean this morning and indulged in a bit of fun with him before breakfast. Or taken him up on his offer of a shower together.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind as she shut the water off, Betsy dried quickly and put on another uniform, this one pulled out of her locker. If she was going to be on War Room duty for the rest of the morning, she was going to be comfortable doing it. Slipping the pieces of fabric over her body like they were actually going to hide her figure or something, she finished that then brushed out her long, purple hair. Letting it hang loose to dry, Betsy put her dirty uniform in the laundry pile and left the locker room.
The War Room was exactly what it sounded like. Located a floor below the basement, there was only a secret access to the floor that only the adult X-Men knew about so no students ever wandered there accidentally. If their secret little group ever became known, it would be disastrous. As far as Betsy could tell, they were the only ones who even stood a chance at righting the wrong that was made during the war. The room itself was fairly large, taking a good portion of the basement. There was a long meeting table surrounded with chairs that had monitors at each “station” for viewing. Several computers lined two of the walls and a third wall hid other special equipment that they had managed to procure over the last several years.
Betsy walked over to one of the computers and sat down in the comfortable, leather chair that was provided. Inputting her codes into the computer, she let the machine sort through all the information that had come over the wire throughout the night. Once that was done, Betsy went over it all manually, checked television recordings, news broadcasts on radio frequency as well as the one satellite they had managed to launch into space. That had been a trick that none of them had ever hoped would work but it did. Thank God for gullible people at the space center and telepathic suggestions.
For the next few hours, all Betsy did was read and study information. She would record important findings now and again to show to the others later but most of it was useless.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 28, 2005 19:29:44 GMT -5
After his class, Sean was feeling a little sore. Probably from the bruises he'd gotten from his students. He'd had some success at teaching them to fight without their powers. Which was good for them, and not so great for him. He had gotten at least one good crack on the side of his head, and he shook his head as he took a quick shower. He dressed quickly, making sure that he had the most important ingredient for their date tonight in his pocket. He headed off to the war room, looking forward to finding Betsy, hopefully alone.
As he entered the war room, he noticed that they were indeed alone. Perfect. He saw his Betsy sitting down, going over papers. He walked up behind her,
“Wha's a gorgeous woman doing down here, all by herself? I must have died an' gone ta heaven.” He brought his hands to her shoulders, intent on giving her a massage.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 28, 2005 20:28:00 GMT -5
Betsy could hear the elevator door open down the hall as she worked and her slight mental probe revealed it was Sean who had entered the area. Not looking up from her paperwork, she continued to read about the latest human resistance that had been squashed in Australia and Betsy couldn't suppress a smile as he said, “Wha's a gorgeous woman doing down here, all by herself? I must have died an' gone ta heaven.”
“No, luv, you haven't gone to heaven yet but give me a few hours alone with you and you'll most certainly have been there and back a few times,” she said suggestively.
Then Sean put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. Like she had said in the Danger Room, there were some things he did better then guys half his age and massaging her shoulders was definitely one of them. Sitting up a bit straighter, Betsy closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh. “So what are you doing down here? Did the kids beat you up too badly today?” she couldn't help but tease.
Betsy pulled up her knees and rested her head on them as he continued to massage her shoulders. “There's not a whole lot to report today. Two small uprisings that Mystique's people got to before we could help but honestly, they were too small. The humans are just so afraid of Magneto and aren't willing to ally themselves with people who can help. If they don't want to help themselves, I have to wonder exactly how much help we can be for them. I just have to think, if Charles were here, how would he handle this?” Betsy asked.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 28, 2005 21:01:49 GMT -5
Sean smiled at Betsy's reaction to his gentle caress. It was a skill that had come in very handy over the last ten years. There was a lot of tension with everything that went on in their lives.
“So what are you doing down here? Did the kids beat you up too badly today?” She teased.
“Nae too badly, although they are getting far too good. I did get one bit of a painful jab to me head. Want ta kiss it better?” He teased right back. At her other news, he just shook his head. There were days when things just wouldn't go their way.
“I dinnae know wha' Charles would do. That's become almost our saying hasn't it? What would Charles do, instead of what would Jesus do?” He was half joking, half serious. He leaned in to kiss her neck gently, hoping to distract her for a while.
“I think it's a good time for me ta claim me reward.”
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 28, 2005 22:40:45 GMT -5
“Nae too badly, although they are getting far too good. I did get one bit of a painful jab to me head. Want ta kiss it better?” Sean replied to her inquiry about his session with his students.
Betsy smiled with her eyes still closed and his hands on her shoulders and replied, “Mmmm, maybe once you're done with me. I had no idea just how tight I had become just sitting here. I think that paperwork should be outlawed.”
Then she had to stop from snorting at his reply to “What would Charles do?”. “I know he's gone, Sean, but the man understood what was necessary for a world where humans and mutants could co-exist without one ruling over the other.” They had all been so young, so inexperienced when he died. They hadn't even performed together as a team before that horrible day that cost them so much. Sean's knee, Scott's eye and their beloved mentor. As much as it would have bothered Charles to know she felt that way, Betsy couldn't help but blame Magneto for his death. If he hadn't decided that all humans were beneath them and helped fuel the war, Charles would be alive and helping them fulfill his dream.
Shaking her out of her depressing thoughts, Sean leaned in and kissed her neck gently. “I think it's a good time for me ta claim me reward,” he said, his voice growing just a touch huskier as his meaning behind the words came through.
Betsy leaned back, effectively pushing Sean away from her, then she turned in her chair so that she was facing him and pulled his face down to hers. “Where did they hurt you, luv?” she teased him. Before he had a chance to answer, she gently pressed her lips to his and ran her hands through his damp hair. “Looks like you already had that shower,” she said as she pulled away.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 28, 2005 23:10:20 GMT -5
Sean pointed at the red mark on the left side of his face. It was a little painful, but not excruciating. He could deal with it, especially with Betsy to distract him. He wrapped his arms around her as she kissed him, closing his eyes.
“Looks like you already had that shower,”Then she tried to pull away. He held her a bit tighter, giving her a mock serious look.
“Oh no, ye don't. Ye've wriggled out of me grasp enough for today, luv. We're alone in here, and I dinnae expect any company at any time.” Then he pulled her closer for another kiss, this one longer and deeper. He maneuvered them over to the table, and sat down, pulling her with him.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 29, 2005 16:23:28 GMT -5
As she pulled away, Sean held tighter to her and said, “Oh no, ye don't. Ye've wriggled out of me grasp enough for today, luv. We're alone in here, and I dinnae expect any company at any time.”
Then he kissed her, much the way he usually kisses her in the privacy of their bedroom. Pulling her off the chair, he moved them over to the table and sat on top of it. She didn't need to read his mind to know exactly what he was planning and the fact that they could always get caught only made it that much more interesting.
Betsy sat next to him, not breaking off the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck. This was definitely much more interesting then paperwork and definitely something she had been looking forward to all day, although if Scott had any idea whatsoever what was happening on top of the table in the War Room, he would probably have them both kicked out. Well, not really but it was funny to think about.
Several minutes later, Betsy pulled away and said, “He'd kill us, you know.” She didn't have to tell Sean who “he” was.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 29, 2005 16:36:03 GMT -5
“He'd kill us, you know.”
Sean just grinned at her, while he ran his hands through her purple hair. He pulled her close for another kiss, then he whispered in her ear.
"I dinnae care, it'd be worth it. Ye are worth it." He started to kiss her more urgently, as he moved one hand by the paperwork covering the table. Without breaking the kiss, Sean slid the papers down to the floor, not noticing or caring where they landed. He brought them both down so that they were now laying on the table. Completely alone, for what seemed the first time in ages, but only since they left their bedroom.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 29, 2005 22:51:15 GMT -5
Sean just grinned at what she said and kissed her again while stroking her long hair. He knew that was one thing she could never resist, something about his fingers through her hair was enough to distract her very well. Then he whispered in her ear, "I dinnae care, it'd be worth it. Ye are worth it."
Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a deep and more passionate embrace and cleared the table off behind them. Pulling her down with him, he never broke off the kiss and Betsy knew it was pretty much a foregone conclusion at this point that the War Room table was about to get christened in a whole new way. Thank god there were no security cameras in there or she would have to confiscate the tapes.
Keeping a psychic “eye” out just in case, Betsy reached under his nice, clean shirt and started to stroke his back in gentle caresses, slowly working it's way up to slip off his head once he let them come up for air. He was going to have a good time trying to get her out of her uniform with all the pieces that came with it. If he even got that far with it, she thought a bit wickedly.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 30, 2005 0:00:55 GMT -5
Sean snickered as his shirt came off. Then he concentrated on how best to get Betsy's uniform off. It would take some doing, but that made it all the more exciting. He loved overcoming obstacles and he rose to the challenge as always. He snarled a little, in a playful way she liked, as the rest of his clothes were shed.
Some time later, Sean was holding Betsy, his lover, in his arms. He could feel their hearts both pounding, as he nuzzled her neck. He kissed her lips sweetly, knowing that they had to get their clothes back on. Even though he didn't want to, it had to be done.
“I love ye, Betsy. I kinnae wait for our date tonight.”
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 30, 2005 17:28:36 GMT -5
Betsy rested as comfortably in his arms as she was able to considering their location, and enjoyed his attention on her neck and lips. They'd fooled around is some strange places before but never the War Room, even after all these years of being together. It was hard to believe that there could still be “firsts” in their relationship. “I love ye, Betsy. I kinnae wait for our date tonight,” he whispered in her ear.
Betsy pulled away to start gathering up her clothes and replied, “Let's hope this one isn't interrupted by kids this time.” She smiled as she thought of the students that had run into them in Salem Center during their dinner out. The teenagers didn't think much of simply pulling up a few chairs and joining them. And joining them at the movies. And bumming a ride home. It had been annoying at the time but rather amusing to think about now.
“So, where are we going tonight?” she asked him. Once her uniform was finally put back on and her fingers had raked through her hair to straighten it out, Betsy walked into an adjoining bathroom to rinse out a cloth and clean the table off. Then she gathered up the papers that Sean had shoved in the floor and began to reorganize them again. Sitting back down in her chair, she turned on the noon news broadcasts from seven different stations.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 30, 2005 18:18:17 GMT -5
“Let's hope this one isn't interrupted by kids this time.”
Sean laughed as he remembered how many times the kids had interrupted one of their dates. It seemed almost everytime they left the mansion to be alone, one or more of the students "ran in them". Sometimes he wondered if Scott or Jean had sent the students to where they knew he and Betsy were going. He wasn't quite sure if they would do such a thing, but he wouldn't put it past them either. He knew Jean and Scott very well, the past several years had brought the two couples close. They were family, not in a traditional sense, but eh, who needs tradition. Although depending on tonight, that could change.
"I dinnae think any of the kids will go where I've got planned. It's nae one of our usual spots." He grinned impishly, he knew how not knowing things drove her crazy. He gathered up his clothes and dressed slowly, not rushing anything. There was no hurry for him. It wasn't like there was a reason for them to be coming down here. He ran a comb through his hair. keeping it short made it much easier to deal with. And it was still a little damp from his last shower.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
Sean just shook his head, he had no intention of giving away his surprise. "Ye'll see when we get there. It's a special surprise for ye, luv." He sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder, as they watched the afternoon news.
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Post by Catseye on Nov 3, 2005 2:04:28 GMT -5
She'd hopped onto the elevator as someone got off, sitting in the corner and watching the lights flash as she went down. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, but it was a fun ride. And certainly a better idea than hanging around with Glasses man, who was just plain mean. The doors opened on the shiny floor, and she trotted out, looking over her shoulder every few seconds as what appeared to be another purple cat followed her along the wall. She sped up. It followed, matching her pace exactly. She stopped. It stopped. Walking up to it, she sniffed it. Nothing. And it was sniffing her, too. That was odd.
"Ye'll see when we get there. It's a special surprise for ye, luv." A familiar Irish brogue made her completely forget about the other cat, and she turned in time to see Sean sit down next to Betsy. Letting out a happy chirp, she bounded into the room and jumped up onto Betsy's lap, purring loudly and rubbing her head against the woman. Her last coherent thought before slipping entirely back into the mindset of a cat was that she didn't need to be friends with Glasses man. She had the luvs.
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Post by archangel on Nov 3, 2005 22:02:39 GMT -5
The intercom crackled as it interupted Sean and Besty's conversation.
"Sean, Betsy would you come up here please?" Warren's voice crackled from the speaker.
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