[closed thread] flying times. like old times!

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Characters: Julian, Rogue.
Setting: Outside. It's fall. Super pretty and colorful.
Content: Stuff happens.
Status: Complete.



[Julian's decided this nice, crisp fall evening is just as good as any other evening to go for a quiet flying session. He's deep like that. It's been an okay week; things have calmed down considerably the last few days, so he feels the need to take a breather. He's floating high in the air, parallel to the ground as the sun's starting to hang low in the sky, bundled up in a light jacket.

He peeks down and what do you know? Rogue's walking a path below him. Just the girl who's avoided him all week. Or maybe she hasn't, he isn't sure. God knows he's been keeping himself busy. Then again, he's been dead to her in the Danger Room.

He smiles a little, drifts downwards and hangs upside down in her way, arms folded across his chest.]

And where do you think you're going, sugar?

Comments

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He hears it, and his smirk softens a little at it. Not to mention the playful tone of her voice or how she looks happy, and it's so rare he can't help but be quiet for a moment and look at her. It's a problem, and he shakes his head a little, feeling stupid about it, and lets out a breathy laugh.]

I don't know what language they speak in Mississippi, sweetheart, but ain't's not a word.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

It ain't our fault that the rest of y'all haven't caught up with the linguistic achievements of Mississippi yet, sugah. [She smirks a bit more.] Besides, which of us needs an English tutor again?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He nods his head to her.] Me. Touché. [He smirks a bit more too.] But I could swear I read somewhere that Mississippi's crowning glory is her piss-poor education system. Something tells me you aren't [See what he did there? Not ain't.] right about this one.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

This above all: to thine own self be true. [She's just going to smirk a little more while she pulls out random Shakespeare quotes. And now she's purposely thickening her accent almost to an extreme.] Maybe so but ain't's a real big part of how we talk down there. Can't take the South out of a girl ever.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles softly at this, his smile a little crooked as he peers down at her. Has it been mentioned that one of Julian's turn-ons is a hot girl with an adorable accent? Because one is. He doesn't really think twice about shifting one of his arms from around her waist, his fingers carefully brushing back her hair. It's breezy up here, and she had a hair thing, so.

But now that he's done it, he realizes the intimacy of the action, and he freezes for a moment before fluidly returning his arm to her waist, deciding to play it as just that: something he doesn't have to really think about, just something natural and innocent.]

So what else is a real big part of being a Southern girl? And please say wearing Daisy Dukes.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She sucks her breath in quietly at that little movement and looks down. But it's subtle and she tries to mask it by quickly replacing it with a small smile again.]

No but not freezin' our asses off for five months straight is.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Then how Southern are you? Because it gets cold in New York. [He did notice her reaction, because what else is there to distract him up here? But he pretends it didn't happen, his voice low and teasing. Maybe he cranes his neck closer to her, and maybe one of his hands slides up to press between her shoulders. And he starts to glide them forwards, so now the angle's changed, and Julian is leaning lightly against her. Rogue might not want to look down. The only thing she's resting on is Julian's hands.] It's pretty cold right now. I think you're faking all this homespun crap.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I'm very Southern. It's cold and I hate the cold and I hate being cold. [her body tenses at the slight shift in position. She's very much aware of how little's between her and falling.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

So I'm not keeping you warm right now? [It really is a good thing Julian squeezes her a little tightly in emphasis. What with the chill and the possibility of falling. Not that they aren't surrounded by his telekinesis or anything, and holding her tightly is completely unnecessary.] You'd think you'd complain more if you were really that cold.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

If I complained every time it was cold here... [Her voice trails off and she's definitely trying not to pay attention to everything else~ going on right now. Because he's definitely far too close to her right now and she was finding it far too comfortable for her own... Comfort.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

I guess that would get annoying. [He smiles a little into the silence and looks down between them.] You know, where I'm from in California? It's not ever this cold either. Southern California kind of skips the shitty seasons.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I vote we move the mansion to somewhere warmer then. Cold is just not helpful to anyone.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

That has my vote too. [He readjusts his arms around her, licking his lips thoughtfully for a moment as his eyes peer over her head, then drop back to her face.] Just not San Francisco. San Francisco sucks.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Anywhere warm works for me. [She glances away in the pretense of taking in the stars. It's really more to avoid thinking about them.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little bit when she looks away, her avoidance tactics not lost on him.] It is cold. I could drop you off at your window.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She nods and finally looks back at him.]. Yeah, that'd be uhm great thanks.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Her awkwardness will not bring him down. He's still playing this light. He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile, pulling away only slightly to take her hands of his shoulders.] Now, this important, sugar. Do you want chicken out and go fast, or do you want to man up and go really fast?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Why do I get the feeling that it doesn't matter which one I say? [Dry sarcastic humour is key here.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Now why would I ask if it didn't matter which one you decide, beautiful?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Because you're you. [She gives him one of those 'duh' looks.]. And besides, fast is fast.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Not the way I do fast. Have you seen me in the Danger Room? [He gives her one of those playful looks, slipping an arm around her waist.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head innocently.]. Nope, never. I'm far to busy in the DR to pay attention to you, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I notice you. And by "you," [Yeah he looks her up and down all suggestively.] I mean your skills. Strengths. You know. Of course.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Of course. [This is her disbelieving look.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

What, you don't believe me? [Julian doesn't consider this a bold move, considering they've spent the last better part of an hour or so ~wrapped in each other's arms~

He presses her against his side as they glide down and towards the mansion, his gaze unwavering and challenging. And his face, naturally, is quite close to hers. Just approaching that line where personal space is being entered.] There's a lot about you to appreciate, sweetheart. Don't sell yourself short.