Kurt was so rattled that he missed the ignition the first time he tried to stab the key in. His breath came in short, frightened pants. Obviously, being caught out there had scared him far more than her.
"I hope you know some back road home," he said, looking around wildly.
"Let me drive." Ororo nodded, changing seats with him. They took off at a turbo pace as she headed down an alternate route, which was actually shorter.
They arrived back at the mansion without being followed. It was still relatively early in the evening. Ororo had brushed most of the sand off her and Kurt, but she was in no condition to go to bed without cleaning up. As they walked to their respective rooms, she said to him, "I'm going to take a nice, long, hot bath. You could use one too, so I'm inviting you to join me...I promise I won't bite."
He blinked in confusion. "You're inviting me into the ladies' bath? What if someone else is there with you?"
Ororo shook her head. "There won't be. Hardly anybody ever uses it at this hour, and besides, I've reserved it. I promise I'll stay on my own side unless you indicate otherwise. Here, let me show you."
She smiled and lead him down the hall to the ladies' quarters. Behind various closed doors, Kurt could hear the various girls laughing and talking in their rooms. He hoped they wouldn't be coming out any time soon. He was still dressed only in his swim trunks.
Ororo pointed to a door that had the sign "Woman's Bath" at eye level. On a hook, at the side, was a wipe-off clipboard with a schedule. She opened the door, turned on the light, and gestured for Kurt to look in. As with everything else in this mansion, the room was a masterpiece of beauty, outfitted in blue and gold. The single whirlpool tub could accommodate two, though it might be a little snug. Then again, judging from Ororo's previous actions, that was surely what she had in mind.
Kurt poked his head in, but did not set one foot inside. "I feel strange just doing this," he mumbled.
"You didn't seem to feel very strange when you were tickling me mercilessly on the beach." Ororo said. "But if you feel that uncomfortable, if you don't show up I'll understand. I'll go to my room to take a short nap and then I'll be waiting for you in here then. ((Are you sure you want to reveal this little bit of information? I think it would work better if she just said "give me an hour to get things ready" or something like that. After all, she has to set up the candles and so forth. If Kurt knows she's taking a nap, he'd automatically assume that she overslept when he found Adara in the tub, and that might remove some of that important romantic tension you're creating.)) Goodnight, Kurt. This was the best date I can remember. I couldn't ask for a more perfect gentleman." She patted him on the arm, and walked off down the hall.
He stood and watched her for a moment. That was an invitation. That was an actual, honest-to-God invitation.
You idiot, she's been 'inviting' you all night! he thought to himself. Are you truly so dense as not to notice? Are you a man, or aren't you?
He teleported into the men's shower, up in the left corner, and landed lightly on his toes in an unoccupied stall. Even if he was just going to bathe later, he still needed to wash the salt off of him before he went to his room. It was going to be a long, and, truth be told, nervous wait.
"I hope you know some back road home," he said, looking around wildly.
"Let me drive." Ororo nodded, changing seats with him. They took off at a turbo pace as she headed down an alternate route, which was actually shorter.
They arrived back at the mansion without being followed. It was still relatively early in the evening. Ororo had brushed most of the sand off her and Kurt, but she was in no condition to go to bed without cleaning up. As they walked to their respective rooms, she said to him, "I'm going to take a nice, long, hot bath. You could use one too, so I'm inviting you to join me...I promise I won't bite."
He blinked in confusion. "You're inviting me into the ladies' bath? What if someone else is there with you?"
Ororo shook her head. "There won't be. Hardly anybody ever uses it at this hour, and besides, I've reserved it. I promise I'll stay on my own side unless you indicate otherwise. Here, let me show you."
She smiled and lead him down the hall to the ladies' quarters. Behind various closed doors, Kurt could hear the various girls laughing and talking in their rooms. He hoped they wouldn't be coming out any time soon. He was still dressed only in his swim trunks.
Ororo pointed to a door that had the sign "Woman's Bath" at eye level. On a hook, at the side, was a wipe-off clipboard with a schedule. She opened the door, turned on the light, and gestured for Kurt to look in. As with everything else in this mansion, the room was a masterpiece of beauty, outfitted in blue and gold. The single whirlpool tub could accommodate two, though it might be a little snug. Then again, judging from Ororo's previous actions, that was surely what she had in mind.
Kurt poked his head in, but did not set one foot inside. "I feel strange just doing this," he mumbled.
"You didn't seem to feel very strange when you were tickling me mercilessly on the beach." Ororo said. "But if you feel that uncomfortable, if you don't show up I'll understand. I'll go to my room to take a short nap and then I'll be waiting for you in here then. ((Are you sure you want to reveal this little bit of information? I think it would work better if she just said "give me an hour to get things ready" or something like that. After all, she has to set up the candles and so forth. If Kurt knows she's taking a nap, he'd automatically assume that she overslept when he found Adara in the tub, and that might remove some of that important romantic tension you're creating.)) Goodnight, Kurt. This was the best date I can remember. I couldn't ask for a more perfect gentleman." She patted him on the arm, and walked off down the hall.
He stood and watched her for a moment. That was an invitation. That was an actual, honest-to-God invitation.
You idiot, she's been 'inviting' you all night! he thought to himself. Are you truly so dense as not to notice? Are you a man, or aren't you?
He teleported into the men's shower, up in the left corner, and landed lightly on his toes in an unoccupied stall. Even if he was just going to bathe later, he still needed to wash the salt off of him before he went to his room. It was going to be a long, and, truth be told, nervous wait.