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Post by Banshee on Sept 26, 2005 21:13:43 GMT -5
Sean and Betsy's room is located at the end of the boys dorm hallway. The room is triple the size of the standard dorm rooms and the door is located right at the end of the hall.
Upon entry into the room, there is a sitting area with two full sized black leather sofas and a small entertainment center. A large area rug accents the wood floor in front of the sofas and an end table separates the sofas.
Off to one side is a door that leads to the bedroom. There is a king sized, black metal bed that rests against the far wall. The headboard is in the shape of a black dragon with purple eyes and purple and white silk bedding adorns the bed. It is one of the few luxuries Betsy can't pass up. Along another wall are two deep cherry dressers with five drawers each and a large walk in closet completes the bedroom.
Off to the back of the sitting area is the bathroom. It has been decorated in white and black and has a stand alone double shower as well as a double sized tub. The vanity has two sinks and the entire wall above the vanity is a mirror.
There are pictures on the wall of various paintings from Japan that are done in colors to compliment the room theme. There are several silver floor lamps throughout the room that provides light.
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Post by Psylocke on Sept 30, 2005 16:17:02 GMT -5
Betsy stirred in her sleep, her arm flailing across the bed and landing on Sean's chest. Opening her eyes at the feel of the impact, she saw they had snuggled into a small section of the bed again. She often wondered why on earth she had bought a king sized bed when they never used the whole thing. Sean turned in his sleep and Betsy snuggled in behind him, rubbing her face in his red hair. No matter how many times she woke up with him beside her, it never ceased to amaze her that they were together.
It was sort of odd how things worked out. Jean and Scott were already together by the time Betsy met them so when Sean and Scott were in the hospital, it was only natural for Jean to visit Scott and Betsy would keep Sean company. A friendship grew quickly and from that, more. She couldn't imagine loving anyone more then she loved Sean.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she knew they had to get up and get moving for the day. Propping her head up in her hand, she leaned over to his ear and whispered, “Sean, time to get up before the kids start banging on our door. Again.” Then she gave his ear a quick kiss before rolling to the other side of the bed and crawling out.
Slipping her sheer black robe over the black short gown she wore, Betsy began to pull a clean uniform out of the closet and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Freshly scrubbed and dressed, she noticed that Sean still hadn't made his way out of the bedroom so she put her night clothes on the hook on the back of the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. Sitting on the side of the bed that he was facing, Betsy pushed him onto his back and propped her head up on his chest. “Sean, if you don't get up, I'm going to wake all the students up and sic them on you at once,” she said with a grin. Then, to soften the words a bit, she leaned forward and kissed him briefly.
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Post by Banshee on Sept 30, 2005 16:43:41 GMT -5
Sean woke up to being kissed, and hearing the voice of the woman he loved. Loved more than he thought possible a few years ago. He’d thought he’d never let himself fall in love again, after Maeve’s death. But Betsy had surprised him, he’d looked forward to her visits while he was stuck in the hospital. He was going stir crazy, and driving the nurses insane. He grinned as he opened his eyes, putting his hands on Betsy’s face.
“Sean, if you don't get up, I'm going to wake all the students up and sic them on you at once,”
Sean’s eyes widened in mock horror at the thought of all the kids in their room. Jumping on the bed, probably splashing water on his face. She’d do it, too, as she’d proven once before. He looked over at the clock, and sighed. He really should get up. And he would, but first things first. He tried to wrap his arms around her back, knowing if she wanted to, she could be out of the way very quickly.
“Ach, Betsy, do we really have ta? I think we have a wee bit of time . . . . “
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Post by Psylocke on Sept 30, 2005 19:42:22 GMT -5
“Ach, Betsy, do we really have ta? I think we have a wee bit of time . . . . “ Sean tried to plead with her as his arms began to snake their way around her back. He may be the stronger of the two physically but she could slither in and out of most anything and slipping out of his arms would be simple. Which is what she did. With a small laugh, she twisted then stood back up. “Now, Sean, you know the 'no play before school unless we have the day off' rule I have. You know I have to be completely focused for their training sessions,” she reminded him. Then added, “However, you play your cards right and as soon as classes are done, I'll meet you back here for a while.” The last was said with a grin and she meant every word. Going to the closet, Betsy pulled out Sean's clothes, a strange habit she had developed over the last four years that they had shared a room, and left the bedroom to put them in the bathroom for him. She usually did it while he was in the shower but since he was being a lazy butt this morning, she put them in there before he got in. Finally, Sean was showering and Betsy pulled her long hair back into a high ponytail. It would be easier to work with the children with the hair pulled back and not falling in her way. Peeking her head around the shower curtain, she gave Sean a quick, appreciative look before saying, “I'm heading downstairs to start some tea.” Then she closed the curtain and walked out of their room. Psylocke exits to the Kitchen
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Post by Banshee on Sept 30, 2005 21:43:28 GMT -5
Sean pouted as Betsy slid out from his arms. He knew she was right, but he couldn’t help the affect she had on him.
He dragged himself out of bed reluctantly, and headed for the shower. Betsy peeked, and he grinned as she told him ''I'm heading downstairs to start some tea.”
"All right, luv, I'll see ye down there."
After a good hot shower, shave, and one of Betsy’s favorite aftershave scents, he started to get dressed. He combed his hair over, and noted that even though it was already early, it seemed to be pretty warm out already. Great, humidity, and I have some active classes to teach today. He groused a little to himself, as he finished getting ready for the day. Humidity made his knee ache, and he tended to limp a bit on those days.
Finally ready, he headed downstairs, ready for breakfast.
Banshee exits to kitchen
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 9, 2006 15:40:17 GMT -5
((Enter from the Secret Lab once that is finished))
It had been a long and very strange day. Betsy had just finished taking Sharon up to Kitty's room so the two girls could share. She could trust Kitty to help Sharon where she needed it and to keep Sharon out of Rogue's way. At least, until they had the proper documents created for her. Which brought Betsy's thinking back to Sharon's name. Oh, god, they were going to have to give her Sean's name, most likely. She had told Sean years ago she would not have children and here they were, adopting a teenager. Where did she go wrong?
Slipping off her uniform as she made her way to the bathroom, Betsy just dropped her clothes where they fell and left a trail between the door and the shower. She was tired and would pick them up later, after she felt more refreshed. Luckily, things had slowed down after the crazy morning and as she stepped under the hot water, she let out a sigh. Life may be nuts but she really wouldn't change much of it. At least not her personal life.
The diamond caught the light and she looked at it, not quite believing she was wearing an engagement ring. At some point, she was going to have to call Brian and tell him. He would probably tell her it was about time as he'd been on her case to just settle down with Sean for years. Sighing, she scrubbed the shampoo through her dark hair and let the water relax her.
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Post by Banshee on Mar 9, 2006 22:42:27 GMT -5
Sean could hear the water running in their shower when he walked in. He followed the trail of clothes, and picked them up. One less thing for Betsy to have to do later. He grinned as he put them in the hamper, the best part of the whole day flashing in his mind. She'd said yes! They were engaged now. He went to his trunk, where he kept a few things in a false bottom, and pulled out a bottle of wine. He'd been saving it for a special occasion. Tonight was definitely special for them.
Sean took off his own clothes, putting them in the hamper. He lit a few of Betsy's favorite candles, and dimmed the lights in the room. He had some ideas of how he wanted to celebrate this wonderful occasion. He set the wine bottle in a bucket of ice he'd brought up, and set up two glasses for them. He heard the water shut off, and knelt on the floor, awaiting his fiancée.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 9, 2006 23:14:50 GMT -5
Betsy sensed when Sean came in. She couldn't help it, it was just one of those things that had cropped up between them. She could feel him just about anywhere and he even had an uncanny sixth sense about her as well. Betsy finished showering, rinsing out her hair and scrubbing off her body. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around her.
Grabbing a second towel, she ran it through her hair to dry it as best she could before running a brush through the long, dark locks. Blowing it dry just so that she didn't get her pillow wet sleeping, Betsy put the stuff away and walked out of the bathroom.
The candles in the room had been lit and Sean was sitting there on a deep pile rug with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Raising her eyebrow at him, she gave him a small smile and said, “And what is this? An attempt to make up, darling?” She was teasing but wanted to see exactly how he would get out of being in “trouble”. It certainly could be fun.
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Post by Banshee on Mar 9, 2006 23:57:14 GMT -5
Sean watched as Betsy came out in nothing but a towel. He sat there for a few minutes, just watching her move. He grinned at her impishly and came over to her. He helped her remove the towel, as she said,
“And what is this? An attempt to make up, darling?” He leaned in to kiss her, as he whispered in her ear, running his hands down her back, then up again. He slid one hand through her soft clean hair as he held her close to him.
“I thought we could celebrate our engagement, luv. I have nae been so happy in many years.” Sean nuzzled her neck, then he knelt down. As he'd “promised” her earlier, he began by kissing her feet, then moving up to her ankles. He continued to make his way up one leg slowly, listening to her reactions. He maneuvered them over to their bed, laying her down gently, as he continued.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 10, 2006 12:10:21 GMT -5
Sean moved over to her and gently unwrapped her like a prized gift. He pulled her close to him, running his hands down her back and in her long hair. “I thought we could celebrate our engagement, luv. I have nae been so happy in many years,” he whispered huskily.
She didn't reply as he moved down her body to her feet and began to worship her with his mouth. Betsy loved being touched, loved being stroked and kissed and he knew it better then anyone. Knew exactly what to do to her to make her purr. By the time Sean made it to her navel, she had her fingers wrapped in his hair, his strong hands holding her waist and keeping her steady. As he continued to travel farther north, her hands made their way to his chest and began an exploration of their own.
Wrapping her longs legs around him, Sean picked her up and carried her to their bed. As he laid her down, she pulled him with her by her hands on his face. Hungrily, Betsy devoured his mouth. God, she loved this man and it still surprised her at how much she did. Stroking his back with her nails, Betsy wrapped a leg around his and pushed him over on the bed so that she was laying next to him.
Looking in his green eyes, she said with a smile, “Let's see just how happy you can be tonight.” Without waiting for an answer, she began to kiss him everywhere except his tempting lips.
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Post by Banshee on Mar 11, 2006 1:29:06 GMT -5
“Let's see just how happy you can be tonight.” Sean grinned, and closed his eyes as Betsy began kissing him all over. Then he started to kiss her neck passionately as he held her close to him. Their relationship had truly been a gift. He must have done something wonderful to deserve having her in his life. He reached with one hand for the bottle of wine, which was chilled nicely. He paused briefly to open the bottle, then he rolled Betsy onto her back, and gently pour some of the cool wine into her navel.
Sean knelt over her, and lapped the wine, paying attention to the sounds Betsy made as he did. She seemed to be enjoying it, so he took a little on his fingers, and spread it to other sensitive parts of her anatomy. Then he slowly licked it off, relishing every little sound she made. He was going to make this a night to remember. He gave her an impish smile,
“I love ye.”
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 12, 2006 0:04:10 GMT -5
Betsy explored every inch of the body that she knew so well. Teasing and torturing just where Sean enjoyed it most, both with her mouth and her hands. She traced muscles born of a life dedicated to keeping in prime condition because of their “occupations”. She spread her fingers out, lightly caressing with the tip of her nails, pinching and pulling where appropriate.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore and pushed her onto her back. Betsy had a smug look on her face, knowing that she could drive him to the brink in so many ways. Sean then turned the tables on her. The wine was cold, causing her to gasp and arch her back in reaction. However, his tongue was warm and so were the hands that move over her, dripping more wine onto her body only to have his mouth clean it up.
When he dripped the wine between her thighs and began to lick it up there, Betsy reached out and buried her hands in his red hair. It was such exquisite torture that she didn't want it to ever end. However, a body could only take so much of such pleasure and a while later, she pushed him up onto his knees and knelt on the bed herself. Pulling his mouth to hers, Betsy kissed him hard and pressed herself to him.
((Cringe. Whoa, that was bad. Sorry.))
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Post by Banshee on Mar 12, 2006 16:25:35 GMT -5
Sean could tell the effect he was having on Betsy, as she moaned and dug her fingers into his hair. When she'd finally had all she can take, they were both kneeling on the bed, as she kissed him passionately. He had gotten her pretty worked up. And the wine was making them both a bit sticky. They'd have to take a bath or a shower together later. Darn the luck.
Sean continued to kiss his fiancée as he ran his hands down her back. Then he was laying on top of Betsy, kissing her neck, and running his fingers through her hair. They were both at the point where they couldn't take any more, and he finally eased in.
Some time later, Sean was holding Betsy in his arms, enjoying being close to her. He kissed her face, cuddling with her.
“So, how is me gorgeous fiancée? Do we want ta have an actual wedding, or should we just run off ta Vegas?”
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 13, 2006 12:35:42 GMT -5
Completely sated and happy, Betsy laid with her arms around Sean. She was drowsy but not totally sleepy yet. “So, how is me gorgeous fiancée? Do we want ta have an actual wedding, or should we just run off ta Vegas?” he asked her.
Propping up on her elbow, Betsy wrinkled her nose at him. “Let's wait until we at least finish telling everyone about the engagement before we start planning anything. I still haven't talked to Brian yet,” she informed Sean. There was no way he was rushing her into this. She had procrastinated for a half a dozen years on agreeing to marry him, she wasn't about to dive headlong into the marriage now.
Licking her fingers where the wine was still sticking to her, Betsy traced the fingers across his lips before parting the lips and kissing him deeply. Coming back up for air, she suggested, “Since we are both sticky, how about a bath? With lots of bubbles and we can actually pour the wine into glasses for a change.” She winked with the last bit before rolling away from him and grabbing the bottle off the floor.
How they had managed not to spill it was beyond her but there it was, upright and still three quarters full. Not use wasting it. Walking into their bathroom, Betsy filled the deep tub with hot water and poured a good amount of lavender scented bubbles into the water.
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Post by Banshee on Mar 13, 2006 18:32:17 GMT -5
“Let's wait until we at least finish telling everyone about the engagement before we start planning anything. I still haven't talked to Brian yet,” Sean kissed her face, nodding in agreement. He was expecting that from Betsy, considering how long it had taken her to even agree dating. He just hoped it didn't take that long to set a date. Their line of work and the chances of their being discovered, made every day precious. Time was too short to waste. Then, as if she'd been reading his mind, she spoke up,
“Since we are both sticky, how about a bath? With lots of bubbles and we can actually pour the wine into glasses for a change.” Sean gave her a mock hurt look, knowing full well she'd see right through it,
“But, I thought ye enjoyed the wine without the glasses.”
Sean grinned at her impishly. They enjoyed bathing together, and it usually ended up as something else all together. Maybe they could get their room and bathroom soundproofed for a wedding present. He stretched as he got up from their bed, grabbing the glasses and meandering into their bathroom. Betsy had already gotten the bubbles and hot water going in the tub. He sat down in the hot water,
“Come on in, luv, the water's fine.”
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