This chapter's rated PG.
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The next morning, about ten, Carli was sleeping on the couch. It had been almost an hour since Shalimar tried to coax her to get up. Emma was standing above her, crossing her arms, her eyes analyzing.
"I cannot remember when I slept that long when I was fourteen," she said to herself.
Jesse overheard. "I did . . . drove my mother crazy. Always late for school."
Emma jumped at the sound of his voice but recovered quickly, and smiled warmly. "Well, Adam wants her awake for a body scan to analyze her mutation." She crouched down. "Carli . . . you got to wake up," she said gently, giving Jesse the chills.
Carli moaned and rolled over. "Not yet," she muttered.
Emma sighed impatiently. "Fine, wanna play that way . . ." a star shaped light beam shot from her forehead to Carli's.
Carli shot straight up. "Oh NO! You did not just use your powers on me!"
"Good, you're awake, Adam wants you in ten minutes."
Jesse laughed. Carli muttered something under her breath and then swung her feet over the edge of the couch. "Yeah, great."
* * *In the Kitchen* * *
Shalimar was fixing herself some breakfast when Brennan came walking in, he was always grumpy in the morning. "'D morning," he mumbled.
"Yeah, 'morning," she repeated like she did every morning. "Capn' Crunch or Lucky Charms?"
"Lucky Charms," he answered. "Yogurt or granola?"
"Mmm, yogurt, got any strawberry left?" Shalimar asked.
"Uh--nope, ate it yesterday."
"Damn . . . what about blueberry?" Shalimar asked, pouring some milk on her cereal.
Brennan grumbled. "I want it."
Shalimar's jaw dropped. "But I want it . . ." she turned her head and gave a sexy smile. "Can't you just give it to me today?"
"Drop the smile, Shal, chivalry's dead," Brennan said with a grin.
Shalimar's smile faded and she beaded her eyes and reached for it. Brennan was faster, he grabbed it and held it above her head. Shalimar glared playfully and reached for it with one hand, and the other one touched his chest. "Brennan, I'm gonna get that blueberry."
"Not if you can grow a foot before it expires, Shal," Brennan challenged. "I'm going to eat it."
Shalimar wrapped an arm around his neck and reached for it with her other arm, Brennan's arm went around her waist, absentmindedly. "No you're not!"
Brennan's head was turned towards the raised blueberry yogurt, he turned his head, towards Shalimar. Their faces were only inches apart, Brennan's arm dropped, so did Shalimar. Their eyes were locked into each other's. In the heat of the moment, their lips found each other and they closed their eyes. The kiss became deeper and deeper every second, Brennan dropped the fussed over yogurt and went to the back of Shalimar's neck.
Shalimar broke away suddenly. "Wait, I shouldn't have don't that."
Brennan suddenly realized what had happened. "Yeah, right. I'm sorry."
"No, it was---well---I gotta go. You can have the yogurt," she stuttered and then she walked away, her hand sweeping back her hair.
Brennan stood there like a dummy, 'it was wrong, we both know that . . . but why did it feel so right?' he thought to himself.
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The next morning, about ten, Carli was sleeping on the couch. It had been almost an hour since Shalimar tried to coax her to get up. Emma was standing above her, crossing her arms, her eyes analyzing.
"I cannot remember when I slept that long when I was fourteen," she said to herself.
Jesse overheard. "I did . . . drove my mother crazy. Always late for school."
Emma jumped at the sound of his voice but recovered quickly, and smiled warmly. "Well, Adam wants her awake for a body scan to analyze her mutation." She crouched down. "Carli . . . you got to wake up," she said gently, giving Jesse the chills.
Carli moaned and rolled over. "Not yet," she muttered.
Emma sighed impatiently. "Fine, wanna play that way . . ." a star shaped light beam shot from her forehead to Carli's.
Carli shot straight up. "Oh NO! You did not just use your powers on me!"
"Good, you're awake, Adam wants you in ten minutes."
Jesse laughed. Carli muttered something under her breath and then swung her feet over the edge of the couch. "Yeah, great."
* * *In the Kitchen* * *
Shalimar was fixing herself some breakfast when Brennan came walking in, he was always grumpy in the morning. "'D morning," he mumbled.
"Yeah, 'morning," she repeated like she did every morning. "Capn' Crunch or Lucky Charms?"
"Lucky Charms," he answered. "Yogurt or granola?"
"Mmm, yogurt, got any strawberry left?" Shalimar asked.
"Uh--nope, ate it yesterday."
"Damn . . . what about blueberry?" Shalimar asked, pouring some milk on her cereal.
Brennan grumbled. "I want it."
Shalimar's jaw dropped. "But I want it . . ." she turned her head and gave a sexy smile. "Can't you just give it to me today?"
"Drop the smile, Shal, chivalry's dead," Brennan said with a grin.
Shalimar's smile faded and she beaded her eyes and reached for it. Brennan was faster, he grabbed it and held it above her head. Shalimar glared playfully and reached for it with one hand, and the other one touched his chest. "Brennan, I'm gonna get that blueberry."
"Not if you can grow a foot before it expires, Shal," Brennan challenged. "I'm going to eat it."
Shalimar wrapped an arm around his neck and reached for it with her other arm, Brennan's arm went around her waist, absentmindedly. "No you're not!"
Brennan's head was turned towards the raised blueberry yogurt, he turned his head, towards Shalimar. Their faces were only inches apart, Brennan's arm dropped, so did Shalimar. Their eyes were locked into each other's. In the heat of the moment, their lips found each other and they closed their eyes. The kiss became deeper and deeper every second, Brennan dropped the fussed over yogurt and went to the back of Shalimar's neck.
Shalimar broke away suddenly. "Wait, I shouldn't have don't that."
Brennan suddenly realized what had happened. "Yeah, right. I'm sorry."
"No, it was---well---I gotta go. You can have the yogurt," she stuttered and then she walked away, her hand sweeping back her hair.
Brennan stood there like a dummy, 'it was wrong, we both know that . . . but why did it feel so right?' he thought to himself.