Jack and Bea had started at the top of the old estate's mansion, showing
her the old-money ambiance that was mixed with extremely high technology...
The Otherworlder kept up a bit of banter with, what was to her, a fairly charming lad! "So..." she asked, as they entered the kitchen, "I don't suppose ye'd mind pausing fer a snack?"
"I wouldn't mind at all, not eaten since yesterday. It's been a long few days. I've not had time for food, which is a shame coz i like food." Jack chuckled.
"And do ye cook?" she asked.
"A little, But my cooking skills are a little rusty. To be honest, unless Someone else is treating me to a meal, i just go into town. I know a Steak house where the ribs are great." He smiled, Cooking wasn't one of his best skills, heck he made Toast with one hand and heated the Beans with his other hand.
"But i make a great salad sandwich." Bea looked at him, her lavender eyes sparkling, considering a good way to unwind, "I don't suppose ye know anything about backrubs?" "Well We'll just have to look into that, won't we?" "Ok, Sandwich orders are now being taken." Jack opened the fridge and started rummaging around.
"What you in the mood for?"
She gave him a wicked smile, full of promise, and a naughty gleam in her eyes, "Oh, I think a Dagwood would be perfect..."
"Ok, in that case I'll just slap something together and hope you don't turn blue."
Bea's mind was currently on her rather empty stomach, which chose that particular moment to growl audibly. It was a serious distraction to the pursuit of an attractive lad--and she didn't intend to mix the two types of hunger...
Jack grabbed the Contents of their sandwich's and dropped them on the table in the middle of the room. He hung his jacket on a nearby hook and started working up a quick sandwich for the two of them. He heard Bea's Stomach growl and smiled.
"Sounds like someone not only needs to unwind but also eat."
"Ye try survivin' on that slop they call airplane food..." she joked, "Even fer the Concord, they still serve slop...."
"I never eat Plane food, i normally just sleep, makes the whole experience a lot more fun. AND i don't have to risk food poisoning." "And I have a cast iron stomach, and a healing factor from hell," Bea joked, upbraiding her violet hair, "But that doesn't mean I like it...."
"Too true, but what can you expect from something cooked up in a tiny room at 30 thousand feet?
He finished the first sandwich and passed it over the her. He held her hand a little longer then was good for his health and quickly pulled back.
She blew him a kiss. Not quite knowing what to do next Jack slowly returned to his Sandwich making, although his mind wasn't on the job. He placed his hand on the table as he continued work on his meal.
Bea ran her nails along the back of Jack's hand, curious to see just how long he could concentrate when she was sitting on the table, wearing a rather low cut tank top that displayed her stunning form to a tasteful degree.... not to mention the fact that she would occasionally set her sandwich down, and would lightly massage his shoulders and neck in a way that turned most men into a puddle of jello....
The occasional glimpse of her sexy smiles drove most men to distraction when she was in a playful mood... and she hoped she wasn't wasting her time on this lad... he interested her, and the fact that he could keep up the banter, face Liz's telepathy and not loose control--not to mention Jean's-- spoke volumes for his will power and resolve!
"So... what do ye intend to do with me when ye've got me where ye want me, eh?" she asked as he lit into his sandwich. ~Ok Bubba, now you're sure she's coming on to you. Been so long you've forgotten then signs and now look silly. Ok Now this is the part where you think of something witty... What would Macguyver do... build a helicopter out of 3 pencils and a matchbox... that isn't going to help. Ok focus, ah there's an idea.... AND STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!~ Jack thought to himself as he placed the sandwich on the counter near his hand.
"That all depends on where you wanna be." Bea winked at him, "Oh, I think I'd like to be in a tub o' hot bubbly bath with ye and some candles..."
"Gee would you like anything else with that? Like anyone but me?" ~Damn man, she's offering herself... but you just met, is it too soon?
She ruffled Jack's shaggy hair, enjoying the blush on his face.. It was...cute.
"Would you like to run the water or shall i?" Jack said as he took Bea's hand.
"Nah... Liz'd tell ye I could theoretically have any man I want... So I'm not quite as picky as she is??" Bea told him with a smirk, "When I know what I want, very little stands between me and getting it..." "I see, well i like a women who stands by her convictions." He looked at Bea. ~Man she's pretty... Ah crap, her sister's a telepath.. STOP THINKING!~
"Would you like to run the water or shall i?" Jack said as he took Bea's hand.
The flirtatious Englishwoman, playfully scooped him up and carried him from the kitchen, leaving the dishes behind for one of the robo-maids to deal with, "Oh, that depends on whose place... yours or mine?"
"I guess we'll have to use mine, yours being empty and all...Hummm."
She very nonchalantly carried him through the main hall, and up the stairs as if he were a feather, earning a few odd looks from the male students in the vicinity, and a few "aw-rights" and "you go, girl" comments from the female students.
~Never knew i was so well liked around here, Ah well, lets see where the winds take us and go from there.~ He thought to himself as Bea carried him upstairs.
"So Other then the nice hot bath, What else do you have planned for little old me? Bea carried him in the direction he indicated, noting the obvious "Old Money" air of the place. Her mind tactically analyzing the layout until she felt Jack squirm as they came to a tall solid oak door with elegant highly polished brass fittings.
"Oh, I was thinking of swapping some body work, and seeing where ye and I wind up, eh?" she said gently, tossing him playfully on the bed, "Ye are a sight fer sore eyes. I be a sucker fer really pretty eyes on a lad!" "I'll have to remember to keep these eyes in good nic then." Jack looked at the stunning beauty that had taken a fancy to him. Build like a brick outhouse but still as beautiful as a supermodel. What had she seen in him? She'd been at the institute for less then a day. With a telepathic sister is was possible she knew all about him, But Liz didn't seem like the type of person that would read another without good reason. So what was it? The last real girlfriend he'd had was back in '97. Kario had died 6 months later, killed by her father for one sick reason, She loved Jack, a mutant. Jack had been devastated by the news. Twice every year he traveled to China, Once on her birthday and once on her "Death day". He hadn't missed a visit since '97, and every year he thought about killing Kario's Father but that wasn't who he was, he wasn't he wasn't a killer... He was an X Man.
A small bag appeared on top the dresser, containing her toiletries and other small pleasantries like lavender oils and bath goodies by Yardley's of London...and a hint of amethyst silk.
Jack sniffed the air, something smelt expensive. "Kidding aside where are we going with this?" It was hard to ask that without looking weak and/or Stupid, he managed to look both. "Where-ever ye like, eh, Jack?" Bea asked him, "Hows about that hot bath, first?"
"That's sounds like a very good idea."
She glanced over at the bathroom, and he suddenly heard the sound of running water and the squeak of the valves as she 'kinetically started the bath, remaining beside Jack, giving him a soft kiss.
It was then that Jack decided to get with the program. He pulled off his shirt and pulled Bea in closer, holding her tightly, "Tell me to stop if i go to far." He said, softly kissed her neck. "It's been a while so I'm not sure how all this goes." "It's been a while for me, too..." she replied, pulling off her own shirt, leaving a dark purple lace bra on. Her well-defined body showing off nicely.
Jack pulled off his boots and socks, kicking them across the room. He brushed Bea's hair away from her beautiful face, looking into her eyes as he pulled the Bra's straps off Bea's Shoulders, kissing the newly uncovered skin.
"I can hardly wait to soak for a while..." Bea sighed, stretching out and shimming "Because then I'll feel humanoid again--and the thought of covering you with lavender oil is quite irresistable."
"Quite Irresistable? Then you have something in comment with the idea. How you ask?" He kissed the bridge of her nose, his hands slowly working there way up her body Bea wriggled over closer to him, letting her amethyst hair spill over his chest as she nuzzled his neck, his nipples and throat.
One hand stopped at her Bra, the other continued on to run through her hair. With one movement of his fingers, the Bra's hooks came undone. She suddenly tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom, the squeaking of the turning valves as she shut off the tub--the satchel of goodies floating into the bathroom.
"Can you walk, or shall I carry you?" she asked.
"I think it's my turn to be the gentleman." Jack said, scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
Bea squealed in surprise, followed by laughter as Jack carried her, "Yer a sweet one, Jack Brea!"
"Don't tell anyone, they think i'm a hard ass."
The tub was filled with bubbles, and candles of various shades of purple-- but all scented with lavender... Her telekinetic abilites hadn't recovered enough to light a fire, but she could manipulate a lighter--leaving glowing wicks to illumiate the bathroom...
Bea looked at Jack with a quizical expression, "Well... what are ye waiting for?"
Jack took hold of her hand, they climbed into the tub together. He grabbed a bottle of oil, poured a small amount into his hands and... Fade to black.
The Otherworlder kept up a bit of banter with, what was to her, a fairly charming lad! "So..." she asked, as they entered the kitchen, "I don't suppose ye'd mind pausing fer a snack?"
"I wouldn't mind at all, not eaten since yesterday. It's been a long few days. I've not had time for food, which is a shame coz i like food." Jack chuckled.
"And do ye cook?" she asked.
"A little, But my cooking skills are a little rusty. To be honest, unless Someone else is treating me to a meal, i just go into town. I know a Steak house where the ribs are great." He smiled, Cooking wasn't one of his best skills, heck he made Toast with one hand and heated the Beans with his other hand.
"But i make a great salad sandwich." Bea looked at him, her lavender eyes sparkling, considering a good way to unwind, "I don't suppose ye know anything about backrubs?" "Well We'll just have to look into that, won't we?" "Ok, Sandwich orders are now being taken." Jack opened the fridge and started rummaging around.
"What you in the mood for?"
She gave him a wicked smile, full of promise, and a naughty gleam in her eyes, "Oh, I think a Dagwood would be perfect..."
"Ok, in that case I'll just slap something together and hope you don't turn blue."
Bea's mind was currently on her rather empty stomach, which chose that particular moment to growl audibly. It was a serious distraction to the pursuit of an attractive lad--and she didn't intend to mix the two types of hunger...
Jack grabbed the Contents of their sandwich's and dropped them on the table in the middle of the room. He hung his jacket on a nearby hook and started working up a quick sandwich for the two of them. He heard Bea's Stomach growl and smiled.
"Sounds like someone not only needs to unwind but also eat."
"Ye try survivin' on that slop they call airplane food..." she joked, "Even fer the Concord, they still serve slop...."
"I never eat Plane food, i normally just sleep, makes the whole experience a lot more fun. AND i don't have to risk food poisoning." "And I have a cast iron stomach, and a healing factor from hell," Bea joked, upbraiding her violet hair, "But that doesn't mean I like it...."
"Too true, but what can you expect from something cooked up in a tiny room at 30 thousand feet?
He finished the first sandwich and passed it over the her. He held her hand a little longer then was good for his health and quickly pulled back.
She blew him a kiss. Not quite knowing what to do next Jack slowly returned to his Sandwich making, although his mind wasn't on the job. He placed his hand on the table as he continued work on his meal.
Bea ran her nails along the back of Jack's hand, curious to see just how long he could concentrate when she was sitting on the table, wearing a rather low cut tank top that displayed her stunning form to a tasteful degree.... not to mention the fact that she would occasionally set her sandwich down, and would lightly massage his shoulders and neck in a way that turned most men into a puddle of jello....
The occasional glimpse of her sexy smiles drove most men to distraction when she was in a playful mood... and she hoped she wasn't wasting her time on this lad... he interested her, and the fact that he could keep up the banter, face Liz's telepathy and not loose control--not to mention Jean's-- spoke volumes for his will power and resolve!
"So... what do ye intend to do with me when ye've got me where ye want me, eh?" she asked as he lit into his sandwich. ~Ok Bubba, now you're sure she's coming on to you. Been so long you've forgotten then signs and now look silly. Ok Now this is the part where you think of something witty... What would Macguyver do... build a helicopter out of 3 pencils and a matchbox... that isn't going to help. Ok focus, ah there's an idea.... AND STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!~ Jack thought to himself as he placed the sandwich on the counter near his hand.
"That all depends on where you wanna be." Bea winked at him, "Oh, I think I'd like to be in a tub o' hot bubbly bath with ye and some candles..."
"Gee would you like anything else with that? Like anyone but me?" ~Damn man, she's offering herself... but you just met, is it too soon?
She ruffled Jack's shaggy hair, enjoying the blush on his face.. It was...cute.
"Would you like to run the water or shall i?" Jack said as he took Bea's hand.
"Nah... Liz'd tell ye I could theoretically have any man I want... So I'm not quite as picky as she is??" Bea told him with a smirk, "When I know what I want, very little stands between me and getting it..." "I see, well i like a women who stands by her convictions." He looked at Bea. ~Man she's pretty... Ah crap, her sister's a telepath.. STOP THINKING!~
"Would you like to run the water or shall i?" Jack said as he took Bea's hand.
The flirtatious Englishwoman, playfully scooped him up and carried him from the kitchen, leaving the dishes behind for one of the robo-maids to deal with, "Oh, that depends on whose place... yours or mine?"
"I guess we'll have to use mine, yours being empty and all...Hummm."
She very nonchalantly carried him through the main hall, and up the stairs as if he were a feather, earning a few odd looks from the male students in the vicinity, and a few "aw-rights" and "you go, girl" comments from the female students.
~Never knew i was so well liked around here, Ah well, lets see where the winds take us and go from there.~ He thought to himself as Bea carried him upstairs.
"So Other then the nice hot bath, What else do you have planned for little old me? Bea carried him in the direction he indicated, noting the obvious "Old Money" air of the place. Her mind tactically analyzing the layout until she felt Jack squirm as they came to a tall solid oak door with elegant highly polished brass fittings.
"Oh, I was thinking of swapping some body work, and seeing where ye and I wind up, eh?" she said gently, tossing him playfully on the bed, "Ye are a sight fer sore eyes. I be a sucker fer really pretty eyes on a lad!" "I'll have to remember to keep these eyes in good nic then." Jack looked at the stunning beauty that had taken a fancy to him. Build like a brick outhouse but still as beautiful as a supermodel. What had she seen in him? She'd been at the institute for less then a day. With a telepathic sister is was possible she knew all about him, But Liz didn't seem like the type of person that would read another without good reason. So what was it? The last real girlfriend he'd had was back in '97. Kario had died 6 months later, killed by her father for one sick reason, She loved Jack, a mutant. Jack had been devastated by the news. Twice every year he traveled to China, Once on her birthday and once on her "Death day". He hadn't missed a visit since '97, and every year he thought about killing Kario's Father but that wasn't who he was, he wasn't he wasn't a killer... He was an X Man.
A small bag appeared on top the dresser, containing her toiletries and other small pleasantries like lavender oils and bath goodies by Yardley's of London...and a hint of amethyst silk.
Jack sniffed the air, something smelt expensive. "Kidding aside where are we going with this?" It was hard to ask that without looking weak and/or Stupid, he managed to look both. "Where-ever ye like, eh, Jack?" Bea asked him, "Hows about that hot bath, first?"
"That's sounds like a very good idea."
She glanced over at the bathroom, and he suddenly heard the sound of running water and the squeak of the valves as she 'kinetically started the bath, remaining beside Jack, giving him a soft kiss.
It was then that Jack decided to get with the program. He pulled off his shirt and pulled Bea in closer, holding her tightly, "Tell me to stop if i go to far." He said, softly kissed her neck. "It's been a while so I'm not sure how all this goes." "It's been a while for me, too..." she replied, pulling off her own shirt, leaving a dark purple lace bra on. Her well-defined body showing off nicely.
Jack pulled off his boots and socks, kicking them across the room. He brushed Bea's hair away from her beautiful face, looking into her eyes as he pulled the Bra's straps off Bea's Shoulders, kissing the newly uncovered skin.
"I can hardly wait to soak for a while..." Bea sighed, stretching out and shimming "Because then I'll feel humanoid again--and the thought of covering you with lavender oil is quite irresistable."
"Quite Irresistable? Then you have something in comment with the idea. How you ask?" He kissed the bridge of her nose, his hands slowly working there way up her body Bea wriggled over closer to him, letting her amethyst hair spill over his chest as she nuzzled his neck, his nipples and throat.
One hand stopped at her Bra, the other continued on to run through her hair. With one movement of his fingers, the Bra's hooks came undone. She suddenly tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom, the squeaking of the turning valves as she shut off the tub--the satchel of goodies floating into the bathroom.
"Can you walk, or shall I carry you?" she asked.
"I think it's my turn to be the gentleman." Jack said, scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
Bea squealed in surprise, followed by laughter as Jack carried her, "Yer a sweet one, Jack Brea!"
"Don't tell anyone, they think i'm a hard ass."
The tub was filled with bubbles, and candles of various shades of purple-- but all scented with lavender... Her telekinetic abilites hadn't recovered enough to light a fire, but she could manipulate a lighter--leaving glowing wicks to illumiate the bathroom...
Bea looked at Jack with a quizical expression, "Well... what are ye waiting for?"
Jack took hold of her hand, they climbed into the tub together. He grabbed a bottle of oil, poured a small amount into his hands and... Fade to black.