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xmutanthigh2007-06-23 11:56 pm
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[Scene] Bobby & Amara busted, once again, by Logan
The clock turned to 2:13 A.M.
Amara opened the freezer door and gripped a pint of strawberry ice cream in hand before closing it right back. She turned to the counter, opened a drawer, and retrieved a spoon, planning to take up some ice cream to Bobby.
She gripped her mug of steaming coffee in her opposite hand before turning off the light and heading up the stairs, quietly, so as to not disturb Logan hypersensitive hearing once again.
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Bobby sat up from his bed when he heard a light knocking on his door. Not expecting to receive visitors past curfew, he quickly threw a shirt on and answered the door, quietly. He flicked on the light to see Amara with a mug off coffee and a pint of ice cream, with spoon, in her hands.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered, rubbing sleep from his eyes and smiling as he let her in and shut the door behind her.
She held out the ice cream and the spoon. “I thought you might like to feed your addiction,” she said cheekily.
As he took the pint from her, he leaned in and kissed her firmly on the lips. She could feel his smile against her mouth.
Amara settled onto the chair at his desk, cold hands from holding the ice cream wrapped around her coffee cup. Bobby perched at the edge of his bed, the lid of the pint already discarded on the desk and a spoonful of strawberry ice cream halfway to his lips.
She took a quick sip of coffee. “So,” Bobby looked up from his ice cream, “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
His smirk was wry as he replied, “I was starting to drift off, but it’s okay. I would have woken up in a couple of hours anyway. There’s too much to think about.”
Amara knew he meant the news about Magneto, and she grimaced apologetically, knowing that he got barely enough sleep as it was. “Bobby, I’m so sorry. I..."
“Hey, really, it’s fine,” he cut in, setting the ice cream aside and dragging her chair towards him. “Any time I get to spend with you is worth the lack of sleep.”
She reached behind to put her mug down, and then turned back to Bobby. Placing her hands on the sides of his face, she pulled him to her and kissed him.
“What was that for?” he asked, unable to stop smiling.
“Being you,” she replied, and pressed her lips to his again.
She pulled her lips back from his and began placing kisses along his jaw line and neck, her hand moving to the back of his neck and entwining in his hair simultaneously.
His eyelids fluttered closed at the contact while his hand moved to the crook of her neck, stroking her hair.
“Amara...” he managed to choke out.
She ceased and brought her eyes to meet his. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, tentatively.
They jumped and turned quickly at the sound of the door opening. Amara pushed her chair back as quickly as she could, and Bobby threw himself further away on the bed, still gripping the ice cream, before Logan walked in. His arms were folded, and he looked even angrier than their previous late-night encounter.
A few seconds of ominous silence passed as Logan’s eyes travelled slowly from Amara’s coffee cup, Bobby’s ice cream and then to the two flushed teenagers.
“You know,” he began softly, somehow seeming more terrifying than usual. “Sugar and caffeine ain’t the world’s best sleeping aids.”
Bobby swallowed thickly and stole a sideways glance at Amara, knowing that they wouldn’t escape punishment this time.
“Um… you’d better go,” he said to his girlfriend, keeping a wary eye on Logan.
“That’s a good idea,” Logan agreed, eyes narrowed and tone gruff.
Amara stood up hastily, collecting her mug and holding her hand out for the ice cream carton. She hesitated as she reached the door, as Logan remained unmoving.
“You both have detention, Wednesday afternoon. Two hours,” he growled. “And if I catch you together after curfew again…” His glare narrowed to focus on each contrite face, and he left the sentence unfinished as he stepped aside and watched Amara walk out. She threw Bobby an apologetic smile over her shoulder as she left.
Logan eyed Bobby again with a levelling stare before turning the light off and shutting the door behind him.
The tall boy sighed and stumbled back into bed.
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Guys.
I just want you to know.
THIS WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT.
OOC
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Pity about getting busted, though. :/
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OOC