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Chapter Thirty-Nine:
Wanda stood in the outfield, a glove on her hand, knees bend, ready. Iceman was up and already he had iced up his bat, increasing its size three-fold. Jean released the ball, Iceman swung, and it headed straight towards her. With her eyes upon the sky, she jogged backward, attempting to read the ball, and placed herself beneath it.
Unexpectedly, she tripped backward and fell onto the ground, hard. Out of the corner of her eye, she found the offending object: a small rock. She scrambled to her feet, but it was too late. The ball had flown well past her and landed in the distance. With narrowed eyes, she ran-
"Got it," Kurt called out before he teleported next to the ball. She turned as he teleported back towards in-field, but Iceman had already stolen the third plate. The next batter just had to hit the ball, and Kitty's team would score another run.
"Come on," she yelled as she hurled the rock.
"Wanda." She glanced over to see Storm staring at her. "Why not take a water break?" she asked.
"Fine," she yelled back. She threw her glove to the ground before stomping towards the bleachers.
"Thanks, for handing me the glove, captain," Roberto said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he passed her. She didn't respond to her replacement, merely looked ahead as she made her way to the bleachers.
It was the eighth inning, and their team was down by three points. They'd had a steady stream of runs, but Kitty's team matched theirs each inning. It would have been neck-in-neck, but Kitty's team had gained the upper hand with their first three runs.
She took a seat upon the lowest level of the bleachers, fuming, as she eyed the other team. For the countless time this game, her eyes lingered on Rogue. She and her father were standing next to each other, practically joined at the hip. The sight of them together made her livid. What did Rogue have that she didn't? What did her father see in Rogue that he didn't see in her?
Rogue's eyes met hers for a moment before she turned up to talk to her father. Magneto looked down at Rogue, then to Wanda, and then back to Rogue.
'Are they talking about me?' she asked, enraged.
Her eyes shifted to her brother. He met her gaze before disappearing in a blur. With the brief gust of wind, her hair swept upwards as her brother sat next to her.
"Hey, sis, how's it going over here on the loser's side?" he asked. She let out an exacerbated sigh as she brushed her hair back into place.
"What do you want, Pietro?" she asked.
"What? A guy can't come over to gloat," he said.
"Get out of here," Freddy yelled. In the blink of an eye, Pietro stood up.
"Shut up, Blob. I'm talking to my sister," he yelled back, before, in a flash, he was sitting next to her again. "So, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said, her nails tapped against the metal of the bleachers.
"Yeah, okay," he laughed dismissively. "Then why have you been giving Rogue the evil eye for the last two hours?" he asked.
"Because, the only reason you're team's winning is that she's using magic," she replied.
"Hey, hey, hey. Let's not sell my powers short. We hit back-to-back runs with speed and style," he said. She sighed. "Why's this magic thing bothering you so much?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said, frustrated. She had been asking herself the same question all afternoon and hadn't come up with a suitable answer.
"Wanda, come one. You should be happy she knows what she's doing. She offered to teach you," he pointed out.
"I know," she said through gritted teeth.
"So, what the problem? Take her up on it," he said.
"I don't want to," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't like her," she said.
"Come here," he sighed as he took her hand. The next thing she knew, they were on the other side of the field, far away from everyone else.
"What?" she snapped as she ripped her hand out of his.
"Wanda, listen, Dad really likes her. So, we're stuck with her."
"You don't know that," she said.
"Ah, yeah, I do," he said bluntly. "He tried recruiting out from under Mystique years ago."
"He did?" she asked, confused.
"Yeah, and now that they're getting along so well. She's not going anywhere. So, get used to it," he said.
"I can't stand her. She acts like she knows everything," she said.
"So what if she's a little overbearing? Who cares, right? She makes the old man happy and when he's happy, apparently, that means he can actually hold down a job. This is the most normal our lives have been in years. Wanda, seriously, I don't think I've ever heard him laugh so much in my life," he said.
"That's not true. He laughed with us," she insisted.
"Yeah, right, okay, whatever," he said dismissively. "Look, Dad's playing nice with the x-geeks, which means Xavier's cutting him a check, which means we get to have more than the bare minimum for food and bills. He might even get us that laptop if you ask him to. And I'm pretty sure, Rogue ninety percent of the reason he's doing any of it. So, don't ruin this for us, okay?"
"I'm not trying to ruin anything."
"Okay, great, so don't," he said.
"I won't," she yelled.
"I don't get it, sis," he said, letting out a sigh. "What's your problem with her, anyway?"
"It's- It's-" she said, turning away from her brother.
"It's what?" he asked as he flashed in front of her.
"She's not his daughter," she said, looking up at her. "I am," she said strongly. Pietro just stared at her, blankly.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. You can't be serious. Wanda, come on, tell me you're joking."
"No, I'm not. I don't know who she thinks she is, but he is not her father," she said. Her brother let out a long whistle.
"Yeah, okay, yeah, got it. You're completely oblivious," Pietro said.
"What does that mean?" she asked before a gust of wind swept the area and Rogue appeared.
"Pietro, you're third up to bat. Go get ready," she said.
"Yes, new boss-lady," her brother replied as he mockingly saluted her. Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her brother as she chuckled softly.
"Pietro," she reprimanded, but there was an amused smirk on her face.
"Oh, sorry, would you prefer mommy dearest?" he asked.
"Why, little boy, you need a good spanking?" she asked, her head cocked to one side.
"Oh, kinky," he said, which caused Rogue to laugh.
"Move your ass, Quicksilver," she ordered, entertained her head gesturing towards the field.
"I'm going, I'm going," he said before he ran off. Rogue let out another laugh.
"I've missed him," she muttered to herself before letting out an amused sigh. "Hey, Wanda," she said as she looked over at her.
"Hi," she said awkwardly.
"Do you need a sprint back?" she asked.
"No, I'll walk," she said, annoyed.
"Why not fly?" she asked.
"Because, I can't fly," she yelled.
"Okay," Rogue said with a raised eyebrow. "Look, about my offer, I get why you haven't said yes yet," she started.
'Because you know everything, don't' you?' she thought, rolling her eyes.
"You're probably thinking about calling Agatha Harkness instead just so you don't have to deal with me," she continued.
Wanda shifted her eyes away from Rogue's, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Rogue let out an amused huff at that.
"I get it," she said. "If something showed up and claimed they could use my powers better than me, I'd be upset too. But the thing is, Wanda," turning to face her again. "You've only had access to your powers. Ya see, everyone on that field?" she asked, pointing back to the baseball game. "I've wielded every single one of those power-sets. That experience, it's given me insight that would be impossible for anyone else. And I ain't saying all of this to gloat."
'Aren't you?' she asked, annoyed.
"What you need to understand is, my lessons don't come with a price tag," she said.
"Well, good, because I'm not paying you," she said.
"Wanda- that not's what I meant," Rogue said, before letting out a sigh. "Look, Mystique hired Agatha to ensure you could control your probability hexes, which is why that is the only magic you know how to wield," she said. She felt her eyes widened at that.
"That's not true," she exclaimed. "My father asked Mystique to get me help, and she did," she insisted.
"Yes, Mystique, had Agatha help you with your emotional control. But that's it, 'cause that's all Mystique paid for," she explained. Wanda rolled her eyes again, refusing to believe it.
"If she's so selfish, then why did she come to Bayville when Kurt asked for her help?" she countered.
"Because the job was to release Mystique from Apocalypse's control and if it had worked, she would have paid for her services by Mystique. That's assuming Irene didn't see the whole thing ahead of time and pay her in advance," Rogue said.
"What are you talking about?" Who's Irene?" she asked.
"Mystique's ex-wife, Irene Adler, mutant with the ability to see the future," she answered. "Look, quick tip, sugar. Gather the energy in your hands," she said as she called forth the green magic. "A steady stream," she instructed. "Then, steer your hands towards the ground," she said, as she did just that. "And push."
Wanda watched as she Rogue shot up in the air, her hands glowed with green energy, as she descended back towards the ground.
"I can do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, 'course, you can," she answered as she landed back on the ground. "Everything, I've done today, you can do, with the right education," she said. "If you practice, the key is to control your breathing. Also, be careful about your height till you figure out how to balance your landings," she instructed. "I'm up after Pietro, so I gotta get back. But if you wanna talk more, come and find me," she said.
Wanda just nodded at her, not knowing what to say. Rogue gave her a nod in response before running off, leaving her alone.
Wanda let out a sigh as she stared down at her hands.
'Okay- okay, I'll try,' she told herself as she closed her eyes. She called upon her powers, drawing magic first to her fingertips until her entire hand radiated with warmth. Her instincts told her to project the energy out, aim it at something or someone. She fought that urge as she tried to keep the magic on her hands.
Her eyes snapped open, her magic hitting the ground, forcing her to jump back before she fell into the small depression her powers had created. She cried out in frustration.
"If she can do this, then so can I. They're my powers," she yelled. "Okay, okay," she said she backed up further. "She said breathing was the key. Breathing," she said before taking a deep breath before exhaling. "But I am supposed to hold the breath or let it go?" she asked. "Why didn't she explain that?" she asked. She glanced back at the field to see Rogue was walking up to the home plate with a bat in her hand. She held the other mutant's gaze for a moment.
She watched Rogue dropped the bat and put her hands up to form a T shape. The umpire gave a distinctive nod and within a moment Rogue was back in front of her.
"Okay, sugar," she started, "what you wanna do is inhale as you form the energy in your hands and exhale as you push to lift yourself. Practice in quick bursts while you build your procedural memory. With enough practice, this'll become second nature. It'll feel like breathing and you won't have to worry about breaking down the entire process," she finished. "Do you have any other questions?"
"No," she said with a nod. "Not- not yet," she added.
"Okay, if you need me again, let me know, and I'll run over here as soon as I can," she said, before turning to go.
"Wait-" she said as Rogue turned back towards her. "Why are you helping me?" she asked.
"Wanda," she said, her expression turning kind, "you're a mutant who needs help, that's the only thing I need to know to offer it," she answered, her voice taking on an earnest tone.
"Okay," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she cast eyes turns the hole she had made.
"Look, I can do Mondays and Wednesdays after school. One day for practical application of spell-crafting and the other for history. History Mondays, application on Wednesdays," she dictated. "If I'm being honest, you ain't the only one who could benefit by learning a little history about our universe. And if you're okay with it, I'd like to open up that class to other students," she said.
"Who?" she asked.
"Jean, mostly," she muttered hastily as she glanced towards the field. "Look, your father's giving me the look that I'm taking too long. So, tomorrow, take the ride back here to the institute with me, Kitty and Amara, and we'll iron out the details then," she said before turning away from her.
"Wait, I didn't say-," Wanda protested as Rogue ran off, back to home plate. "Yes," she finished with a sigh.
Magneto stood in the bleachers, at the top of the ninth inning. They were very close to the end of the game and their team was now up by four points. All-in-all events seemed to be in their favor. Rogue was by his side as she had been most of the day. The two of them glanced out towards the distance field to watch his daughter's attempts at flight. So far, she hadn't made it off the ground for more than a moment.
"Are you certain, she's not pushing herself too far?" he asked, concerned.
"No, she's okay," his girl answered. "I'm monitoring her energy levels. She's still got plenty to spare. If she seems depleted, I'll send Pietro over to call her back," she said. He gave a nod at that.
"I had no idea, she was capable of flight," he commented.
"That's fair, sugar. Magic's a bit of a blind spot for you," she said.
"But not for you evidently," he said.
"I already answered that question," she said.
"Is that a fact?" he asked.
"It is," she replied. "Where do you think Charles has been all afternoon?" she asked, changing the subject. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned the school with his abilities. He had manipulated Charles' chair enough times into the past to differentiate it out from any other metal within an area.
"His office," he answered after a moment.
"You'd think, he'd be out here watching the game," Rogue commented.
"Apparently, he has something else to do," he said.
"Yeah, apparently," she said dryly. "After the game, I'm gonna ask Jean to borrow her powers and go meditate. We'll meet up after you've talked to Charles?" she asked. He gave her a nod.
Charles Xavier sat in his office, deep in thought, as he continued his search through his memories.
He sat with Ororo and Logan in his study, still in their Karate-gi's, as they had just finished a training exercise with the students
"How's Rogue settling in?" he asked.
"The kid knows her way around the institute," Logan started.
"We expected that," Charles said.
"And also, where everything is located," she added as Charles raised an eyebrow. "Rogue offered to help me with breakfast. Rather sweet of her after only her second day with us. I did not have to explain where anything was. She knew where to find the pots, the pans, the utensils. When I brought it up, she starting apologizing, as if she had done something wrong."
"She's skittish, Chuck," he said with a shrug. "I can tell she wants to talk to me about something, but she keeps stopping herself," he said.
"Regarding Magneto?" he asked.
"Maybe," he shrugged. "I brought him up last night, but she shut down the entire conversation. She's scared, Chuck. I can't force her to open up to us."
"We'll let her broach the subject in her own time," Charles agreed.
"I was hoping my yoga session would help her relax, but it seemed to do the opposite," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Kid seems more worked than she was yesterday. But Ororo, I don't think it had anything to do with the yoga," Logan said.
"No?" she asked.
"Nah, she's nervous about getting her stuff from the Brotherhood house."
"It's understandable. We'll see what happens tomorrow."
The next morning, Charles sat outside of the Brotherhood Manor. He had scanned the entire building, confirming no one was present, before giving the all-clear to Logan, Ororo, and Rogue, who were now inside.
'How is she?' Charles asked.
'She's jumpy, poor child,' Ororo answered.
'The sooner we leave, the sooner she'll be able to relax,' Logan added.
'She's almost done. We're lucky her key still worked,' Ororo said.
'Yes, no need to force our way in,' Charles agreed as he heard a rustling in the trees behind him. He turned his head to look but found nothing was there.
He turned back towards the Brotherhood Manor only to be confronted by the sight of his old friend.
"Magneto, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Charles, you come to my Brotherhood's home and have the audacity to ask that?" Magneto asked as magnetism propelled him backward. Charles let out a grunt of pain as his chair hit the side of the van they had arrived in.
'Magneto is here,' he warned, as he attempted to fuss with the controls on his chair, but found them completely unresponsive.
"So, you're students have finally learned the truth, have they?" he asked.
"Yes," he said as he continued to test the controls.
"A shame you were not the one to tell them. A testament to your trust in them," he said. Charles felt his eyes narrowed by saying nothing. He glanced up to see Rogue peering out of the window. A brief second later, he saw Logan's hand on her shoulder, pulled her back from view.
"How is, our young, Rogue?" he asked.
'Is there a back exit to the house?' Charles asked.
'Rogue said there's one in the kitchen,' Logan answered.
"She's inside, right now, isn't she?" Magneto asked.
'Take Rogue and run,' Charles instructed.
"No need to answer, old friend," he said as he raised his hand. "I already know," he said, looking towards the house. He heard the sounds of doors slamming, windows closing, and metal locking into place. "I'll admit, I'm impressed, Charles, that you didn't immediately come to collect her belongings. It was smart to avoid a confrontation with Mystique. It showed a modicum of strategy, waiting for a school week to begin," he said.
'Wolverine can't move,' he heard Ororo say as he felt his eyes widen.
"Was it your idea, old friend?" he asked.
'Magneto's controlling him,' she said.
'Try to keep Rogue calm. I'll think of something,' he said.
"Or someone else's, perhaps?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you want, Magneto?" he asked, frustrated, ignoring the question.
"To relay an offer," he answered as the front door to the Brotherhood Manor opened wide. "You can come out now, Rogue. We have much to discuss," Magneto called out. Charles clenched his fist as Logan's body levitated out of the manor and placed it next to him. Low growls emanated from Logan.
Ororo exited the house first; wind swirling around her, her hair shot upwards and her eyes white.
"No matter what happens, stay behind me," Ororo instructed. Rogue appeared, standing in the doorway.
"There's no need for violence, Storm. I only wish to speak with the girl," he said as he released his hold on Wolverine.
'Logan, don't,' Charles ordered immediately, knowing what course of action Wolverine's instincts would have dictated. "What offer, Magneto?" he asked.
"Rogue, you've spoken with Quicksilver, haven't you?" he asked.
"Yes- yes, sir, last week," she answered.
"Has he explained the difference between himself and the other members of the brotherhood?" he asked.
"Yes, he-he doesn't really answer to Mystique. Just- just you," she said.
"Very good," he said with a nod. "Should you choose to stay the same rules that apply to Quicksilver would apply to you," he explained.
"I can't live here anymore," she cried out. "She tried to kill me, Magneto. I can't stay with her," she yelled.
'Rogue, I know this man. He cannot be trusted. He only wants your allegiance so he may use you for his own ends,' he projected.
"That will not be a problem for much longer. There are events in motion that will make the point moot," Magneto said at the same time. Charles couldn't be sure who's words she had heard; his or Magneto.
'He- he said the same thing about you, Professor,' she replied, her tone quiet, conflicted.
"Have I lied to you, Rogue?" he asked, taking a step towards the house.
"I-I," she stuttered.
'Yes, Rogue, he has,' Charles insisted.
'He said you only want to use me for your human-mutant agenda. That you would have us be slaves to humanity if it meant we could grovel at their table,' she said.
"In all of our talks, as brief as they have been, have I not been truthful?" he asked.
'No, he hasn't. Magneto has taken my position and twisted it to suit his own ends. As is his way.'
"I don't- I don't know," she said aloud.
"I don't wish you any harm," he said as he took another step. "Surely, you must know that by now," he said. Charles watched Rogue's expression soften as her breath quickened and her face flushed.
'What?' he asked, confused by her change in demeanor, as Logan sniffed the air.
'Chuck, I think, she's got a crush on him,' Logan explained.
'He knew Mystique's ruse would fail,' he realized.
'So, he made one of his own,' Logan finished.
'Rogue, please listen to me,' Charles thought, once again projecting his thoughts into her mind. Her eyes locked with his. 'Magneto is manipulating you and whatever feelings of warmth you may have for him. He is not what he presents himself to be,' he said as Magneto turned back to look at him. 'My home, however, is. I've made a safe place for mutants to come of age and learn how to control their abilities,' he thought.
"Projecting your thoughts into her mind, old friend? What proof does she have that you aren't projecting your will onto hers as well?" he asked. "How you considered that, Rogue? Why would you have agreed to live at the institute so quickly? After all of my warnings should have caused you to pause?" he asked.
"I would never," Charles said, offended, as he cut the connection between his and Rogue's mind. "Rogue, I would never do that to you or any of the students at the school. I want us to co-exist with humanity, for the simple fact that, peace prevents needless death. Magneto would have us go to war. Has he told you that?" he asked irate, as he held Magneto's gaze.
"Yes, of course, I have," he said. "What did I say on the matter, my dear?" he asked turning back to look at Rogue.
"War is sometimes required, inevitable. A few deaths are sometimes necessary to prevent a greater tragedy," she answered.
"We can do better. We can be better," Charles implored.
"The choice is yours, Rogue," Magneto said.
"So much has happened over the last few days. I- I need to think," she said nervously.
"Charles," he heard Magneto scream- pulling him out of his memory.
Magneto stood in Charles' office, looking down at his friend and his blank expression. However, upon entering the office, he had found his friend lost in some sort of trance. Perhaps astral projecting?
"Charles," he yelled again. "I need to talk to you about- Charles," he said before he watched his friend blink several times. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, as he panted.
"Why you are out of breath?" he asked.
"I was-" he said before taking a deep breath. "Remembering," he said with disgust in his voice.
"Remembering what?" he asked.
"Your attempt to recruit, Rogue," he said.
"Why on earth are you bringing that up? That was years ago. Surely, recent events are far more relevant," he reasoned.
"I'm not sure that they are, Magnus," Charles said, his tone hard.
"Mystique's plan was doomed to fail from the start. I saw that and attempted. Same as you, Charles. It all came down to ideology. It was a choice of war or peace. Which if you will recall, is the same argument it came down to with Wolverine. We posed the choice to them both, and they made their decisions. In your favor, might I add," he said, annoyed.
"You took advantage of her vulnerability," he claimed.
"And you didn't?" he bit back. "Mystique tried to kill the girl and within a week you have her running danger room session, training to be one of your soldiers. How, precisely, is my offer to train her any different from yours?" he asked, irate.
"Because my offer didn't rely on manipulating a child's crush," he answered.
"Crush?" he asked, confused. "What are you-" He thought about it for a moment before it dawned on him. 'She had feelings for me, even?' he asked himself as he ranked a hand through his hair. He pictured her in his mind, standing in the doorway of the Brotherhood Manor, staring up at him. 'It was the same, look. The same look in her eye. How had I not realized,' he thought as his hand returned to his side. 'And Charles thinks-' he thought before cutting himself off.
He stared down at his friend in full appreciation of what he had just accused him of. He took a moment to steel himself against the wave of rage which threatened to overcome him. It was familiar and sharp, a tool to be wielded. With considerable effort, he kept his powers contained within him.
"Thinking back on the incident," he said, his voice cold, "the emotions she delayed whenever we spoke- I suppose for a telepath and one with heightened senses- yes, it would have been obvious. I, however, having no such insight, mistook those visual cues for fear and reverence. I will admit, under the lens of hindsight, it is rather evident that she was attracted to me, even then," he said.
"However," he said, raising his voice, "I did not seduce a fifteen-year-old girl, Charles," he screamed. "I barely had to seduce her last week. All I did was put on a pair of gloves and we were off to the races. Which is- and I cannot emphasize this enough- still none of your fucking business," he screamed.
Charles stared at him wide-eyed. He, himself, was surprised by the curse word but found no other phrase could encapsulate his rage. Before Charles could respond, he hastily turned and fled the office, slamming the door behind him. He stalked down the hall, toward the main foyer, as he sought to put some distance between himself and the headmaster of this school.
He watched as Rogue came running down the hall. Catching up with him, she walked in time with him.
"So, I'm guessing, we're not talking to Charles tonight?" she asked.
"What was your first indication?" he asked dryly.
"You screaming at the top of your lungs was a pretty good one," she said.
"I need to leave the institute for a few hours, clear my head," he said.
"Do you need to be alone or do ya want company?" she asked.
"If it's yours, you're offering, dear, I'd would welcome it. Though I must warn you, I'm in a detestable mood."
"I think you just need to eat something," she said, with a smile in her voice. "And I'm starving. Wanna get dinner with me?" she asked. It wasn't the worst idea.
"Where did you have in mind?" he asked.
"Paris," she said. Had he heard her correctly? He stopped walking to turn and look at her.
"As in France?" he asked incredulously.
"Ah-huh," she smirked. He felt his anger dissipate slightly.
"This is a serious suggestion of yours?" he asked, still angry but also oddly amused.
"It's only three pm now. Sure, they're six hours ahead of us but even if you take an hour or two to fly us there," she said.
"An hour, maximum," he supplied.
"Then it'll only be ten pm," she said. "There's no way every restaurant closes that early," she said.
"You're right. Plenty should be open," he said.
"Exactly," she exclaimed. "You need some space from Charles, how's a whole continent sound?" she asked. He laughed at that.
"Alright, why not?" he asked as he resumed walking. "You don't, happen to, own an evening dress, do you?" he asked, now in a considerably better mood.
"Nope, not in this lifetime," she said.
"We're going to have to remedy that," he said, raising an eyebrow at her choice of word.
"Not tonight?" she asked.
"No, no, no, no. That isn't what I meant," he said as they walked. "Between redrawing funds from the bank and finding someplace to eat dinner, we wouldn't have enough time," he agreed as they entered the main foyer.
"Next time, maybe," she smiled.
"If we make a habit of this sort of activity, I wouldn't see the harm in dressing for the occasion," he said as he held the door open for her.
"Well, if you're hearts set on getting me something, I think I would look amazing in emerald green with matching opera gloves," she said.
"I know you would," he said as he returned to her side. A smile graced her face as they walked down the main path towards the front gate.
"Is that what I was wearing in your dream?" she asked.
"It was," he answered. She let out an amused huff as she increased her pace. He used his abilities to call amount trace amounts of metal in the area. Given Charles' security systems and the various training exercises he had his students complete upon the grounds, it was a sizable amount.
"That's a hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" she asked, her voice dry, yet he could tell she was amused.
"To be honest, Rogue," he said as he rendered them both invisible. "At this point, my girl, I'm not quite certain what to think," he replied. She took a step up to him, placing her hands on his chest.
"That's half the fun, isn't it?" she asked, her head cocked to the side, as her arms slid up and around his neck. His arms encircled her waist as he lifted them into the air.
"It isn't boring, I'll give you that," he said as he enclosed the metal around them.
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