xmutanthigh | [closed thread] flying times. like old times!

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[closed thread] flying times. like old times!

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?

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

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

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

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.]

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

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.

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

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.

[Obviously, she's going to be the one to make it awkward and she looks down, doing her darndest to avoid his gaze. There's some awkward silence going on too because what is she supposed to say to that?]

[Julian doesn't know, but in the ensuing silence he definitely feels the compelling desire to dip his head down and fit his lips against hers. She looks beautiful and he meant what he said, and if he could just break the tension between them like that, maybe he'd try, lean down, wait to see if it's okay before kissing her. But he physically can't give into that this time; he shouldn't. He remembers his promise, and he meant it: he won't cross any lines. Not unless he's sure it's what she wants.

So instead, his eyes flicker to her lips and he forces them back to her downcast eyes. He holds her tighter, swallowing a little thickly as he leans in to whisper into her ear, her hair against his cheek. Even that sends a little thrill into him, and he closes his eyes for a moment.]

Hold on.

[He pulls his head back, and then they're flying fast; it only takes a few seconds until they stop fluidly a few feet from her window.]

[A shiver runs through her body and it's not entirely from the cold. Because she's starting to think along those lines too and it's sort of terrifying. She doesn't know what she wants here anymore and even if she did, there are some things that can never happen. She can't look at him because she's afraid of what he might see in her expression.

So instead, she looks at her locked window and gestures towards it.]
Can you uhh...?

Mmm? [He was too busy looking down at the expression she's trying to hide for a moment, trying to discern what she's thinking, trying to keep his hand from lifting to brush his fingers over her cheek. He tears his eyes away, trying to shake himself free.] Yeah, sure.

[He lifts his hand, his eyes glowing faintly as the lock opens, and then he uses his powers to help her inside, letting her go as he climbs in himself. He turns to shut and lock the window, his breath a little shallow as he turns back to her. Because it's distracting, distracting to the point of fixation how badly he wants to--how easily he can picture--closing the space between them and kissing her now.]

[There are no words to describe the tension in the room right now. When his back is turned, she takes advantage of the chance to put some space between them because she thinks it'll help. It probably won't. She bites her lip nervously.]

Thanks for the uhhh... thanks for the flying and all.

[It's worse, that space between them. One, because he can see her now, all of her, even in the shadows of her room, nervous and beautiful. Two, because all he can think about is how easy it would be to close it still. Just a few paces, that's all. He's holding onto the windowsill as if it's the only thing keeping him in place.]

You're welcome. [He pauses, takes in a deep inhale as if just remembering to breathe.] Like I said, sweetheart... it's nice.

[She edges towards her room door, pulling it open and letting a bright of stream of light into the room. It's a subtle but definite sign for him to leave. They're edging steadily towards a certain conversation that she's just not ready to have yet. She still isn't sure how she got from avoiding him to this in the space of an evening and to be quite frank, she doesn't even want to think about it.]

I'll uhm… see you tomorrow then, I guess.

[He should leave; she wants him to. He gets the sign, he does. He's going to, his steps measured as his hand drops from the window. Maybe he passes too close to her, slows as he does it. His hand lifts to rest on the door, close to hers to clutched to the door knob.

All he can think is it's never physically hurt not to touch someone, and his eyes flick up to hers for a moment, linger a second too long before he looks away.]

Good night. [He says this softly, somehow keeps walking afterwards out the door.]

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