xmutanthigh | [SCENE] Phoebe and Julian...

The breeze was ruffling her hair, the grass soft and still dewy in the late morning. She breathed in the warming humid atmosphere, picking silently at the blades under her unoccupied hands. Closing her eyes, she could just brush against Mindee singing in the shower; Celeste was reading quietly in the den.

Les Miserables. Victor Hugo.

She exhaled.

"Good morning, beautiful."

Phoebe looked up, catching Julian Keller's charming grin. He was floating above her, muscled arms folded across chest, the blue veins branching towards his hands.

"Hello, Julian," she said with an imperceptible smile.

He circled her slowly, cocking his head as he maneuvered upside down, his lengthened bangs uncovering his forehead. "Mindee?" He guessed with a playful smile.

"No," she answered, following his movements carefully.

In the morning light his tanned skin looked soft and smooth and he came a bit closer, flipping to his stomach, reaching out one hand to studiously touch her soft blond locks, circling her once more. "Celeste?" He ventured as they came face to face.

"No," she answered again.

He bit down on his tongue fleetingly. "Phoebe," he said, coming in a little closer. "I knew all along."

"Did you?" She wondered, already knowing the answer.

Celeste had paused in her reading to scoff. You're letting him have this line?

"I could tell by the way you said my name," he said softly.

How adorable, Mindee commented, dressing.

Shut up, she told them both, still smiling at Julian with a straight holding gaze. "How do I say your name?" She asked brazenly, knotting a bit of grass without looking. Green snapped in half under her ministrations.

He let out a short laugh, looking at her through half-lidded eyes from his position. "All I know is it sounds damn good when you say it."

She blushed very faintly even as the words were forming in his mind, looking away. Mindee giggled in that maddening way of hers.

"Ever been flying, Phoebe?" He asked, circling her again.

"No," she said, picking at the ground.

He never can go long without an impure thought, can he?

Shush, Mindee.

"Want to?" He proposed, holding out a hand to her. Phoebe looked at it indifferently, wiping her hands on her tight jeans thoroughly.

"Yes," she said succinctly, slipping her clean palm over his. He grinned, pulling her up carefully, a feeling of weightlessness coming over her limbs. Slowly, they rose, Julian pulling her into his arms without question.

Phoebe held his gaze firmly, one hand over the pulse of his neck, the other resting on his shoulder.

If you kiss him, Mindee interrupted, that makes you a slut.

Oh, leave her alone, Mindee, Celeste shot in, annoyed. I'm trying to read.

Fine, her sister sighed, resigned.

"So," he began, suddenly twirling them a few times. Phoebe had already instinctively gripped at him, teeth on her bottom lip. "Phoebe," he said as they stopped, a heavy wind whipping by them. It was cold and howling, but he was warm. "Your sisters listening to us?" He asked conspiratorially.

He's on to us, Mindee laughed.

"Yes," Phoebe answered, "they always are, you know. Unless I shut them out."

"Well, how about we have some alone time, then?" He suggested forwardly.

Ew, Mindee protested. Don't do it, Phoebe. He's got a dirty mind.

Reading, Celeste reminded her.

"I'd rather not," she answered.

Julian rose an eyebrow.

Oh, now that's a dirty thought, Mindee said flatly.

Reading.

One more word and I will shut you two out.

Slut, Mindee said quickly, but then she quieted.

"All right," he conceded. "Most girls are afraid I'll drop them up this high," he teased, glancing down at the sprawling lawn.

"You're very calm," she told him shortly, "I'm not afraid," she said, leaning into him.

Julian flew back a few meters, hands dropping to her hips.

"You take a lot of girls up here?" She asked slyly.

"Only the stunning ones," he said smoothly.

Phoebe knew it had only been Rogue and he started to think about her with a rushing surge of bitterness, of sadness. Something in the region of her heart panged. Determined, she cupped his cheek, reverting his attention back to her. "It's not polite to think about another girl," she mentioned plainly, "when you're trying to sweet talk another."

He blinked, looking very shocked for a moment before recovering, a frown on his face. "Mind staying out of my head, beautiful?"

"You think very loudly," she half-chided, half-apologised, scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes darkened and dropped to her lips as she leaned forward, threading her fingers through the locks. "And I like it better when you're thinking about me," she smiled.

Julian's brows furrowed, lips slowly tugging upwards. "I think I like you," he said playfully, stroking bent knuckles up and down her spine.

"I know," she said, "I heard you think it."

[SCENE] Phoebe and Julian...

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