When he arrived outside her door, he heard her shower just switch off. he could easily hear her moving about inside the porcelain bathroom, gathering up her clothing and a towel from within. Wet feet patting on the hard floor.
Fox decided to wait until he heard her get fully dressed before knocking on the door.
"Come in, Fox," she said with a purr. As he entered, she was just pulling herself up onto the bed. She wore a bath robe, but her soft nighty peeped at the bottom. She smiled at him as he entered.
Fox tilted his head lightly, offering a small smirk. "'Ave na fear Fox is 'ere," he quipped teasingly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
She giggled. "You can be rather silly when you want to be, you know that?" She smiled. "Not that that's a bad thing, of course..."
Fox looked almost hurt, though the look was betrayed by the playful light that danced in his eyes. "Wha' makes ya think I was bein' silly," he whined questioningly.
"Never fear, Fox is here?" She giggled and brushed her fingers against his cheek. "That should explain itself, chere," she grinned, the French word with hardly an accent at all on it.
Fox smirked playfully. "Daz nah wha I said," he quipped in reply, knowing it was close enough, but not caring.
She smiled a little, and curled up beside him almost like a cat. Wanting to touch him, hug him, and if he would allow himself, be held by him. As she was the only thing in his life, truly, he was the only thing important in hers. "Another reason... I never do fear when you're near..." She smiled softly and looked up at him. "I've no reason to."
Fox grinned just slightly, allowing himself to lean just a bit against her. "I'm glad ya dun," he replied softly, unsure what else to say.
She closed her eyes and nuzzled into him, cheek pressed to his chest and listening to his heartbeat. She sighed softly, and let her eyes slit open, looking into the darkness of the corner. She felt him lean on her, her heart begging for more, but she pushed it down. He wasn't even ready to hug her yet, she was lucky he was leaning on her, and no longer flinching when she touched him.
Fox did nothing more for a while, still silent, taking in the peace of the moment. Not sure if there was anything else he should do, or, if this was enough, it seemed like it, just being near her.
She softly caressed his back, purring softly in a rhythm, almost like a cat. She leaned softly back up, looking up into his eyes, a question on her mind. "Fox... How come... you never touch me? ... I mean... I hug you and touch you all the time... you seem to like it... If you don't like it, tell me..." She cocked her head a little, completely open and non-judgmental, with only worry and concern in her eyes.
Fox blinked a bit, curious. "I...I dunno wha' I should da," he replied with a confused shrug, getting the horrible sinking feeling in his stomach that he'd done something horribly wrong.
She softly took his hands, kissing the back of his fingers gently. "Don't worry, Fox, you didn't do anything wrong... I guess this is kind of new for you... hugging and all that..." She gently brought his arms up around her, before sliding her own around his waist. "I like being hugged... very much..." She closed her eyes, and hoped he would take the not-so subtle hint to hug her as she hugged him.
Fox blinked a few times, pulling his arms awkwardly around her, suddenly shifting from content to uncomfortable, sliding into once again unfamiliar territory, like her hugging him had been, not too long ago.
She felt his muscles tense, and smiled ever so gently. She moved behind her, and gently pulled his arms off, shaking her head. "It's okay, Fox... It's all right... I guess you just weren't ready for that yet." She looked up at him, and smiled softly, gently brushing the tip of her finger against his jaw line. "You will be... someday. I'm not worried about it."
Fox sighed, turning away then. "Why da ya cah?" he questioned roughly, knowing he didn't need to ask, shouldn't ask, that he'd gotten questions virtually the same answered by her before. But still he couldn't believe it...
She took his face in her hands, and very gently pulled him to look at her. He could see the emotions swimming in her eyes. "I love you, Ethanael Dylan Faris. I care because you and I are so very alike... I need you, Fox... I want you to need me, too." She realized how sentimental and even stupid she must sound to him, but she didn't give a damn. Not now.
Fox blinked, stunned, for multiple reasons, and a hint of anger entered his eyes. "How de 'ell did ya geh dat," he snarled questioningly, fear and pain fueling the anger that had entered his voice.
His snarl startled her, and her hands jerked back from his face almost harshly as she leaned back some, the anger in his eyes making her stomach twist sharply in knots of pain. Why was he suddenly so angry...? "I... I'm... I'm s-sorry, Fox, I... d-didn't k-kn-..." She trailed off, still staring into his angry eyes. "Logan mentioned it... He knows from your student profile the Professor made up..." she answered in a whisper. "I.. didn't... know... I..." She swallowed harshly.
Fox was shaking then, cursing himself as he buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "I jus'... Only a small group 'as called me dat." He paused, still shivering as he looked up to her, the anger in his eyes replaced by the fear and pain that had fueled it. "De man I called fatheh' and de men dat killed 'im..."
Her own fear melted into sorrow at his words, and she gently touched his shoulders, trying to comfort him as best she could without intruding or makin him uncomfortable. "Fox... Tell me... what happened?"
Fox sighed, looking away before he gave a shrug. "It was a lon' time back, dun matteh no moh.. shouldn'ta brought it up," he said softly after a moment.
"You can't say it doesn't matter anymore, Fox... It's obvious it does. Otherwise, you wouldn't have become so angry... Please tell me Fox," she coaxed gently.
Fox just shrugged again. "He made ah mistake," he replied in voice gone cold, "an' de people 'e wo'ked foh killed 'im..."
Her mouth went dry as she watched him, her heart aching for him. She knew what it was like to loose a parent, where he'd lost his father to death, she'd lost hers to fear. She didn't say anything, allowing him some space. She didn't think Fox would exactly want a hug right now...
Fox sighed a bit as the silence drew on, continuing finally, "'Earin' de name scah's me. Cause I did sometin' stupid ta get revenge, an' until I told Xavier, all dos dat knew my name... wan'ed my life... "
She slowly nodded, and she was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. "... What did you do, Fox?" she whispered gently just over her breath.
"I foun' out which guy 'ranged it, laced 'is girl's joint wid ra' poison," he replied, guilt filling his voice.
She winced a little bit. She didn't say anything, but could only imagine what he was going through. finally, she spoke softly. "Oh... Fox..." Her voice dripped with sorrow for him. She wanted more than anything to hold him, to tell him it was alright... but she dared not touch him, fear that it would push him away aching at her stomach. She even moved toward him slightly, to take him into her arms, before thinking better of it. She didn't want to scare him anymore than he'd already been scared.
Fox met her gaze in silence, not sure what to say, wondering why she hadn't made him leave, feeling like he deserved to be alone, especially now. Now that he didn't want to be...
She gently touched his arm. "... I'm sorry, Fox," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "I can... only imagine..."
Fox blinked a few times, bringing a gloved finger to her cheek as he noted the hint of tears in her eyes. "Dun try ta, I'd ratheh ya didn'," he said softly.
She leaned into his touch, shuddering gently against it. "I want so bad to hold you Fox..." she whispered, almost more to herself than him.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, a bit confused and startled, but on the other hand, not, which only made him more confused. "Den go fer it," he finally said, wondering if he should have done something other then say that, forehead furrowed as he just wished he understood.
She pulled her arms around him tightly, the pain factor tingling in both of them. She nuzzled deep into his chest and gently sighed. "Oh, Fox..." she trailed off.
Fox shivered softly, letting the arm he'd held to her cheek slide over the back of her shoulder awkwardly. He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything, or if he even should have done that. Oh well...
She shivered as he slid his hand over her shoulder, almost a hold... almost. She smiled softly, and leaned up slightly, looking into his eyes. She didn't say a word, letting her eyes speak for her, as she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips, her hold slightly loosening so he could pull back when he wanted... if he wanted.
Fox didn't pull away, still uncertain, still unsure... overall, but not of this. He deepened the kiss, grateful beyond anything that he could, a shiver running up his spine at that thought.
She felt his shiver, and very gently pulled him closer to her, keeping the kiss gentle, but deepening it as he did. She let him control it completely, yet at the same time, did not completely submit, not wanting to be nervous or feel anything uncomfortable.
Fox brought his other arm around her waist, pulling back from the kiss a bit with a lopsided grin, "Thoughtcha jus' wan'ed ta 'old me..."
She smiled a bit, one hand sliding softly from his side to press lovingly against his stomach. "I didn't say just, hmm...?" She leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. "I certainly hope you don't mind..."
Fox grinned lightly, "Nah, I dun min' a bit..."
She closed her eyes, and leaned up, her lips gently touching his throat, her arms going around him tighter. "I'm so glad to be with you, Fox..." she whispered.
Fox sighed softly, letting his eyes drift shut, merely taking in the sheer closeness. Finally his eyes slid open, "I... I dunno wheh I'd be weh it nah fer ya..."
"I'd wait an eternity for you, Fox... Nothing is important, except that we are together. Somehow, someway. No matter what that way is." She nuzzled his cheek softly.
Fox didn't move for a long moment, stunned. "Weh togetheh now," he said in a stunned whisper, "and I wouldn' leave ya fer de wo'ld." He tightened his arms just slightly around her, holding almost as though if he let go she would vanish.
The embrace almost startled her, but that mixed with his words made her want to cry with joy. She held him as though he was all she had, all she needed. And indeed, that was so. They didn't even notice as they both drifted into well deserved sleep, subconsciously curling up on top of the soft, silk bed, the breeze from the window curling around them.
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Fox didn't wake till daybreak, and even then, he saw that she was still in his arms, and he in hers. She slept soundly beside him, face nuzzled against his chest.
Fox blinked a few times as he woke up... he had a feeling they probably shouldn't have fallen asleep, but then, he didn't care too much. He hated to wake up Chameleon, but knew he had to. Releasing his hold he shook her gently, waiting for her to release before he even tried getting up.
Chameleon arched slightly, and took in a deep breath as he released her. Her skin flushed as she woke, and she stretched with a groan. "Hyrrm... Fox...?" she whispered as she opened her eyes.
"It's mornin' beautiful... we wen' an' fell asleep," he answered softly.
She smiled gently. "Yeah... so I noticed." She squeezed him gently, and kissed his lips just briefly, before pulling her arms from him, and arching in a stretch. "Oyve... I hope you avoid the boys today... They're gonna get on you something terrible." She grinned.
Fox just shrugged as he sat up, grinning, "Oh well, least I dun 'ave classes, spend de day gettin' beat up instead ah taunted." He smirked lightly, standing then.
"Depends. If the boys tell Logan, you're in for a WORLD of hurt." She almost giggled, and turned back to look at him, mirth in her eyes.
Fox blinked a bit. "Hmm, daz a problem I hadn' thought 'bout... Oh well," he said, offering yet another shrug, his demeanor somewhere between serious and playful.
She liked both sides, and she reached out, poking his shoulder enough to make him move, but her power activated enough to keep him from feeling any pain. She didn't say a word, just grinned a little.
Fox grinned, tilting his head just slightly as he poked her back. "Wha' was 'dat 'bout," he poked her again, "Hmmm?"
She giggled at both the pokes. "I wanna try somethin', and I want you to tell me the honest truth, kay? Lay back a tick..."
Fox wrinkled his forehead, shrugging as he lay back down on the bed, "Like dis?"
She nodded, and leaned up over him. She slid her hands carefully under his just, just barely, and with her fingertips, gently rolled them over. She watched with avid eyes, mirth glittering in them. She was trying to tickle him.
Fox's forehead furrowed, as the attempt confused him. He felt too much for the tickling to actually work, though he didn't know that. He was just trying to figure out what she was doing...
She stopped and sighed a bit. "Guess it doesn't work..." she murmured with disappointment, but slid her hands out and rested them on her knees.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, sitting up. "Guess nah," he muttered, not adding that he didn't know exactly what hadn't worked.
She sighed softly, and offered a gentle smile. "... I just wanted to hear you laugh..." she murmured in explanation."
"Oh," said Fox softly, looking down for a moment. No, he didn't seem to do that one too often. He just shrugged, diverting the subject. "Maybe we should get ta breakfas' soon?" he questioned, eyes darting about to find the time.
She nodded a little, smiling softly. "Yes... Let's. I'm starving."
Fox hopped up from the bed, holding his hand down to her, in what could be a chivalrous gesture were it not for the playful, mischievous light in his eyes.
She grinned at his playfulness, and took his hand, letting him help her up. "Why, merci, mon chere," she giggled.
Fox smirked, pulling her into his arms, rather then just helping her up. Grinning down at her impishly, he quipped, "Yer welcome."
She blushed slightly as he pulled her into his arms, the feeling washing warmth over her, and she smiled as she leaned in and kissed him briefly. "Thanks for the hug, too."
Fox smirked. "Anythin' fer ya," he replied, releasing as his smirk shifted to a grin, "No c'mon, lez geh some food..."
She smiled a little and nodded. "Mind if I stick with you?" She held his hand, their fingers intertwining.
Fox shrugged. "I dun min'," he said simply, leading out the door.
She smiled, and held his hand as they walked out the door. she leaned against him as they made their way to the kitchen.
Fox walked with Chameleon to the kitchen in silence, not really paying attention or minding if anyone passed them. He didn't mind... really, what they thought, not at the moment, though he was sure he would plenty later. Right now, he'd just worry about food, and then dealing with getting by his next day of training, after all that, then he'd worry about what people might think...
They gathered their food together, and she released his hand just long enough to fill their plates. Once they were finished, she led him outside into the training field, and sat down on the grass with him, eating in the rising sun and admiring it.
Fox grinned as he ate, paying more attention to the food then the sunrise, really, but, that was more to his nature. He ate in relative silence, choosing not to break it unless Chameleon chose to, or someone else did...
She ate in silence as well, and when she finished, she slid beside him, and pulled her arm around his back, leaning a bit as she watched the sunrise, letting him eat in silence.
Fox finished up his food, leaning back as well when he had finished eating. Saying nothing, but rather, just sitting there, knowing that almost too soon he would have to begin his training for the day.
The large bell rang, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you for dinner, Fox. Good luck." She smiled and brushed his cheek with her fingers, the tingling running through him as she stood up to go to class.
"See ya." Fox stood up as well, nodding as he took his plate back to the kitchen, before heading straight to the training room.
Logan was already there, meditating. He didn't move a hair as Fox entered without a sound. "... Heard you didn't get back ta yer room las' night, kid. Y'all right?"
Fox held back a slight wince at that, "Yeah, jus' fell 'sleep when talkin' ta Chameleon las' nigh'."
He paused, and Fox heard him take in a deep, deep breath through his nose. He opened his eyes and looked up at Fox, and a small smile formed on his lips. "Yeh, I guess ya did jes that... Y'd be appalled at all t'rumors runnin' round already..."
Fox glanced down, shifting his feet a bit. "Dat prolly didn' 'elp thin's any eitheh," he replied finally with a shrug.
"Nope. But at least I know the truth." He stood up. "A man has an air 'round him when 'e's been with a beautiful girl... in that way. You dun 'ave it. And I must say, I am impressed that ye dun. A lotta boys yer age..." He grinned a bit and shook his head. "Le's start trainin'. 'Member the stretchin' from yesterday?"
Fox blinked a bit before nodding, "Yeah, I 'membeh," he said, choosing not to comment on the first part of the statement.
"Good. Then start them." He himself began to stretch.
Fox decided to wait until he heard her get fully dressed before knocking on the door.
"Come in, Fox," she said with a purr. As he entered, she was just pulling herself up onto the bed. She wore a bath robe, but her soft nighty peeped at the bottom. She smiled at him as he entered.
Fox tilted his head lightly, offering a small smirk. "'Ave na fear Fox is 'ere," he quipped teasingly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
She giggled. "You can be rather silly when you want to be, you know that?" She smiled. "Not that that's a bad thing, of course..."
Fox looked almost hurt, though the look was betrayed by the playful light that danced in his eyes. "Wha' makes ya think I was bein' silly," he whined questioningly.
"Never fear, Fox is here?" She giggled and brushed her fingers against his cheek. "That should explain itself, chere," she grinned, the French word with hardly an accent at all on it.
Fox smirked playfully. "Daz nah wha I said," he quipped in reply, knowing it was close enough, but not caring.
She smiled a little, and curled up beside him almost like a cat. Wanting to touch him, hug him, and if he would allow himself, be held by him. As she was the only thing in his life, truly, he was the only thing important in hers. "Another reason... I never do fear when you're near..." She smiled softly and looked up at him. "I've no reason to."
Fox grinned just slightly, allowing himself to lean just a bit against her. "I'm glad ya dun," he replied softly, unsure what else to say.
She closed her eyes and nuzzled into him, cheek pressed to his chest and listening to his heartbeat. She sighed softly, and let her eyes slit open, looking into the darkness of the corner. She felt him lean on her, her heart begging for more, but she pushed it down. He wasn't even ready to hug her yet, she was lucky he was leaning on her, and no longer flinching when she touched him.
Fox did nothing more for a while, still silent, taking in the peace of the moment. Not sure if there was anything else he should do, or, if this was enough, it seemed like it, just being near her.
She softly caressed his back, purring softly in a rhythm, almost like a cat. She leaned softly back up, looking up into his eyes, a question on her mind. "Fox... How come... you never touch me? ... I mean... I hug you and touch you all the time... you seem to like it... If you don't like it, tell me..." She cocked her head a little, completely open and non-judgmental, with only worry and concern in her eyes.
Fox blinked a bit, curious. "I...I dunno wha' I should da," he replied with a confused shrug, getting the horrible sinking feeling in his stomach that he'd done something horribly wrong.
She softly took his hands, kissing the back of his fingers gently. "Don't worry, Fox, you didn't do anything wrong... I guess this is kind of new for you... hugging and all that..." She gently brought his arms up around her, before sliding her own around his waist. "I like being hugged... very much..." She closed her eyes, and hoped he would take the not-so subtle hint to hug her as she hugged him.
Fox blinked a few times, pulling his arms awkwardly around her, suddenly shifting from content to uncomfortable, sliding into once again unfamiliar territory, like her hugging him had been, not too long ago.
She felt his muscles tense, and smiled ever so gently. She moved behind her, and gently pulled his arms off, shaking her head. "It's okay, Fox... It's all right... I guess you just weren't ready for that yet." She looked up at him, and smiled softly, gently brushing the tip of her finger against his jaw line. "You will be... someday. I'm not worried about it."
Fox sighed, turning away then. "Why da ya cah?" he questioned roughly, knowing he didn't need to ask, shouldn't ask, that he'd gotten questions virtually the same answered by her before. But still he couldn't believe it...
She took his face in her hands, and very gently pulled him to look at her. He could see the emotions swimming in her eyes. "I love you, Ethanael Dylan Faris. I care because you and I are so very alike... I need you, Fox... I want you to need me, too." She realized how sentimental and even stupid she must sound to him, but she didn't give a damn. Not now.
Fox blinked, stunned, for multiple reasons, and a hint of anger entered his eyes. "How de 'ell did ya geh dat," he snarled questioningly, fear and pain fueling the anger that had entered his voice.
His snarl startled her, and her hands jerked back from his face almost harshly as she leaned back some, the anger in his eyes making her stomach twist sharply in knots of pain. Why was he suddenly so angry...? "I... I'm... I'm s-sorry, Fox, I... d-didn't k-kn-..." She trailed off, still staring into his angry eyes. "Logan mentioned it... He knows from your student profile the Professor made up..." she answered in a whisper. "I.. didn't... know... I..." She swallowed harshly.
Fox was shaking then, cursing himself as he buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "I jus'... Only a small group 'as called me dat." He paused, still shivering as he looked up to her, the anger in his eyes replaced by the fear and pain that had fueled it. "De man I called fatheh' and de men dat killed 'im..."
Her own fear melted into sorrow at his words, and she gently touched his shoulders, trying to comfort him as best she could without intruding or makin him uncomfortable. "Fox... Tell me... what happened?"
Fox sighed, looking away before he gave a shrug. "It was a lon' time back, dun matteh no moh.. shouldn'ta brought it up," he said softly after a moment.
"You can't say it doesn't matter anymore, Fox... It's obvious it does. Otherwise, you wouldn't have become so angry... Please tell me Fox," she coaxed gently.
Fox just shrugged again. "He made ah mistake," he replied in voice gone cold, "an' de people 'e wo'ked foh killed 'im..."
Her mouth went dry as she watched him, her heart aching for him. She knew what it was like to loose a parent, where he'd lost his father to death, she'd lost hers to fear. She didn't say anything, allowing him some space. She didn't think Fox would exactly want a hug right now...
Fox sighed a bit as the silence drew on, continuing finally, "'Earin' de name scah's me. Cause I did sometin' stupid ta get revenge, an' until I told Xavier, all dos dat knew my name... wan'ed my life... "
She slowly nodded, and she was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. "... What did you do, Fox?" she whispered gently just over her breath.
"I foun' out which guy 'ranged it, laced 'is girl's joint wid ra' poison," he replied, guilt filling his voice.
She winced a little bit. She didn't say anything, but could only imagine what he was going through. finally, she spoke softly. "Oh... Fox..." Her voice dripped with sorrow for him. She wanted more than anything to hold him, to tell him it was alright... but she dared not touch him, fear that it would push him away aching at her stomach. She even moved toward him slightly, to take him into her arms, before thinking better of it. She didn't want to scare him anymore than he'd already been scared.
Fox met her gaze in silence, not sure what to say, wondering why she hadn't made him leave, feeling like he deserved to be alone, especially now. Now that he didn't want to be...
She gently touched his arm. "... I'm sorry, Fox," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "I can... only imagine..."
Fox blinked a few times, bringing a gloved finger to her cheek as he noted the hint of tears in her eyes. "Dun try ta, I'd ratheh ya didn'," he said softly.
She leaned into his touch, shuddering gently against it. "I want so bad to hold you Fox..." she whispered, almost more to herself than him.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, a bit confused and startled, but on the other hand, not, which only made him more confused. "Den go fer it," he finally said, wondering if he should have done something other then say that, forehead furrowed as he just wished he understood.
She pulled her arms around him tightly, the pain factor tingling in both of them. She nuzzled deep into his chest and gently sighed. "Oh, Fox..." she trailed off.
Fox shivered softly, letting the arm he'd held to her cheek slide over the back of her shoulder awkwardly. He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything, or if he even should have done that. Oh well...
She shivered as he slid his hand over her shoulder, almost a hold... almost. She smiled softly, and leaned up slightly, looking into his eyes. She didn't say a word, letting her eyes speak for her, as she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips, her hold slightly loosening so he could pull back when he wanted... if he wanted.
Fox didn't pull away, still uncertain, still unsure... overall, but not of this. He deepened the kiss, grateful beyond anything that he could, a shiver running up his spine at that thought.
She felt his shiver, and very gently pulled him closer to her, keeping the kiss gentle, but deepening it as he did. She let him control it completely, yet at the same time, did not completely submit, not wanting to be nervous or feel anything uncomfortable.
Fox brought his other arm around her waist, pulling back from the kiss a bit with a lopsided grin, "Thoughtcha jus' wan'ed ta 'old me..."
She smiled a bit, one hand sliding softly from his side to press lovingly against his stomach. "I didn't say just, hmm...?" She leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. "I certainly hope you don't mind..."
Fox grinned lightly, "Nah, I dun min' a bit..."
She closed her eyes, and leaned up, her lips gently touching his throat, her arms going around him tighter. "I'm so glad to be with you, Fox..." she whispered.
Fox sighed softly, letting his eyes drift shut, merely taking in the sheer closeness. Finally his eyes slid open, "I... I dunno wheh I'd be weh it nah fer ya..."
"I'd wait an eternity for you, Fox... Nothing is important, except that we are together. Somehow, someway. No matter what that way is." She nuzzled his cheek softly.
Fox didn't move for a long moment, stunned. "Weh togetheh now," he said in a stunned whisper, "and I wouldn' leave ya fer de wo'ld." He tightened his arms just slightly around her, holding almost as though if he let go she would vanish.
The embrace almost startled her, but that mixed with his words made her want to cry with joy. She held him as though he was all she had, all she needed. And indeed, that was so. They didn't even notice as they both drifted into well deserved sleep, subconsciously curling up on top of the soft, silk bed, the breeze from the window curling around them.
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Fox didn't wake till daybreak, and even then, he saw that she was still in his arms, and he in hers. She slept soundly beside him, face nuzzled against his chest.
Fox blinked a few times as he woke up... he had a feeling they probably shouldn't have fallen asleep, but then, he didn't care too much. He hated to wake up Chameleon, but knew he had to. Releasing his hold he shook her gently, waiting for her to release before he even tried getting up.
Chameleon arched slightly, and took in a deep breath as he released her. Her skin flushed as she woke, and she stretched with a groan. "Hyrrm... Fox...?" she whispered as she opened her eyes.
"It's mornin' beautiful... we wen' an' fell asleep," he answered softly.
She smiled gently. "Yeah... so I noticed." She squeezed him gently, and kissed his lips just briefly, before pulling her arms from him, and arching in a stretch. "Oyve... I hope you avoid the boys today... They're gonna get on you something terrible." She grinned.
Fox just shrugged as he sat up, grinning, "Oh well, least I dun 'ave classes, spend de day gettin' beat up instead ah taunted." He smirked lightly, standing then.
"Depends. If the boys tell Logan, you're in for a WORLD of hurt." She almost giggled, and turned back to look at him, mirth in her eyes.
Fox blinked a bit. "Hmm, daz a problem I hadn' thought 'bout... Oh well," he said, offering yet another shrug, his demeanor somewhere between serious and playful.
She liked both sides, and she reached out, poking his shoulder enough to make him move, but her power activated enough to keep him from feeling any pain. She didn't say a word, just grinned a little.
Fox grinned, tilting his head just slightly as he poked her back. "Wha' was 'dat 'bout," he poked her again, "Hmmm?"
She giggled at both the pokes. "I wanna try somethin', and I want you to tell me the honest truth, kay? Lay back a tick..."
Fox wrinkled his forehead, shrugging as he lay back down on the bed, "Like dis?"
She nodded, and leaned up over him. She slid her hands carefully under his just, just barely, and with her fingertips, gently rolled them over. She watched with avid eyes, mirth glittering in them. She was trying to tickle him.
Fox's forehead furrowed, as the attempt confused him. He felt too much for the tickling to actually work, though he didn't know that. He was just trying to figure out what she was doing...
She stopped and sighed a bit. "Guess it doesn't work..." she murmured with disappointment, but slid her hands out and rested them on her knees.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, sitting up. "Guess nah," he muttered, not adding that he didn't know exactly what hadn't worked.
She sighed softly, and offered a gentle smile. "... I just wanted to hear you laugh..." she murmured in explanation."
"Oh," said Fox softly, looking down for a moment. No, he didn't seem to do that one too often. He just shrugged, diverting the subject. "Maybe we should get ta breakfas' soon?" he questioned, eyes darting about to find the time.
She nodded a little, smiling softly. "Yes... Let's. I'm starving."
Fox hopped up from the bed, holding his hand down to her, in what could be a chivalrous gesture were it not for the playful, mischievous light in his eyes.
She grinned at his playfulness, and took his hand, letting him help her up. "Why, merci, mon chere," she giggled.
Fox smirked, pulling her into his arms, rather then just helping her up. Grinning down at her impishly, he quipped, "Yer welcome."
She blushed slightly as he pulled her into his arms, the feeling washing warmth over her, and she smiled as she leaned in and kissed him briefly. "Thanks for the hug, too."
Fox smirked. "Anythin' fer ya," he replied, releasing as his smirk shifted to a grin, "No c'mon, lez geh some food..."
She smiled a little and nodded. "Mind if I stick with you?" She held his hand, their fingers intertwining.
Fox shrugged. "I dun min'," he said simply, leading out the door.
She smiled, and held his hand as they walked out the door. she leaned against him as they made their way to the kitchen.
Fox walked with Chameleon to the kitchen in silence, not really paying attention or minding if anyone passed them. He didn't mind... really, what they thought, not at the moment, though he was sure he would plenty later. Right now, he'd just worry about food, and then dealing with getting by his next day of training, after all that, then he'd worry about what people might think...
They gathered their food together, and she released his hand just long enough to fill their plates. Once they were finished, she led him outside into the training field, and sat down on the grass with him, eating in the rising sun and admiring it.
Fox grinned as he ate, paying more attention to the food then the sunrise, really, but, that was more to his nature. He ate in relative silence, choosing not to break it unless Chameleon chose to, or someone else did...
She ate in silence as well, and when she finished, she slid beside him, and pulled her arm around his back, leaning a bit as she watched the sunrise, letting him eat in silence.
Fox finished up his food, leaning back as well when he had finished eating. Saying nothing, but rather, just sitting there, knowing that almost too soon he would have to begin his training for the day.
The large bell rang, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you for dinner, Fox. Good luck." She smiled and brushed his cheek with her fingers, the tingling running through him as she stood up to go to class.
"See ya." Fox stood up as well, nodding as he took his plate back to the kitchen, before heading straight to the training room.
Logan was already there, meditating. He didn't move a hair as Fox entered without a sound. "... Heard you didn't get back ta yer room las' night, kid. Y'all right?"
Fox held back a slight wince at that, "Yeah, jus' fell 'sleep when talkin' ta Chameleon las' nigh'."
He paused, and Fox heard him take in a deep, deep breath through his nose. He opened his eyes and looked up at Fox, and a small smile formed on his lips. "Yeh, I guess ya did jes that... Y'd be appalled at all t'rumors runnin' round already..."
Fox glanced down, shifting his feet a bit. "Dat prolly didn' 'elp thin's any eitheh," he replied finally with a shrug.
"Nope. But at least I know the truth." He stood up. "A man has an air 'round him when 'e's been with a beautiful girl... in that way. You dun 'ave it. And I must say, I am impressed that ye dun. A lotta boys yer age..." He grinned a bit and shook his head. "Le's start trainin'. 'Member the stretchin' from yesterday?"
Fox blinked a bit before nodding, "Yeah, I 'membeh," he said, choosing not to comment on the first part of the statement.
"Good. Then start them." He himself began to stretch.
