Amanda, Manuel - Wednesday evening
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xp_logsBack from her rather pleasant afternoon, Amanda invites Manuel around to discuss the practical uses of short skirts.
Rated PG-13 for teh innuendo and implied nookie.
Manuel knocked on the door to Amanda's room with a grin. He'd read her latest post, and judging by what she was feeling, she was definitely in the sort of mood he liked best about her. Mischevious, fun, and happy. It was almost blinding, considering all the anticipation and worry and stress of the wedding preparations. Best that he remain behind for that entire affair - he wasn't sure he could stand it.
"Hey!" Amanda opened the door with a grin, and without thinking about it leaned up and gave him a light kiss on the mouth, bouyed by her good mood. It had been a good day, for the first time in ages, and she wanted to share it - it wasn't hard to miss the way the wedding was making Manuel feel, with the link back in operation again. She understood why, and she'd talk about it with him if he wanted, but for now she was content with letting him surf her good feelings and make the first move.
Manuel grinned as he got kissed. It had been a very long time, especially for a man of his appetites. "Now that's a greeting I could get used to." he said, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him. "You're in a very good mood. Want to talk about it?" he said with a grin.
"I had my class with Strange today," she said with a small shrug. It was 'eye of newt' business, and she knew he wasn't terribly interested in the specifics. "It went a bit better than they have done lately - me concentration's been shot like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would." She gave him a wry grin. "An' after I got some time t' meself, went t' one of the occult bookshops. Met this bloke there who's into the magic in a serious way an' had a good chat." There was a certain wistfulness to her expression. "It's good, bein' able t' talk shop with someone closer t' me own age."
Manuel blinked. "You met a bloke?" he repeated with amusement. "Should I feel supplanted so quickly?" he teased, and then moved over to drop himself into her desk chair gracefully. "On second thought, don't answer that. I'm just glad that you're happy. You need more happiness in your life."
"Nothin' like that," she replied in the same teasing tone. "'S the same as you an' Dani - someone t' talk about the specifics of the magic with, who gets where I'm comin' from, even if he's got no power himself. Makes a change from this place, y'know? Someone normal, without the hangups." She cocked her head slightly, giving him - and his lap - an assessing look. "Are we up t' the whole contact thing yet?" she asked, still teasing but with a note of longing. "I don't wanna rush things, but... I'd like to."
Manuel shrugged. "Well, I think that I will forgive myself if you were to wind up in my lap. Or, for that matter, anywhere else you might like to be." he said with a honest leer. "And I hear you on the someone to talk to. I thought I was unique for so long, and now I have somebody to talk to! Although our powers work so differently that there's not a whole lot of overlap." he admitted ruefully. "But it's nice to find someone who just _knows_ what I go through."
Amanda paused only a fraction of a second before planting herself on Manuel's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling behind his ear briefly. Oh, she'd missed this - warm skin and the smell of Manuel's aftershave. "That's it," she agreed, lifting her head with a slight blush; she was being all soppy. "Just someone who gets it, yeah? Tho' I get a lot more things now that I didn't used to," she added, referring to the Beltane spell. "I've got thoughts an' memories t' go with the emotions on the link, an' it helps make more sense of things now."
Manuel nodded. "I wasn't trying to take anything away from that." he said seriously, before giving up and nibbling on her neck. "So have you stopped dreaming of my life?" he asked her curiously. "I dreamed of yours for about a week afterwards."
She wriggled at the touch on her neck, inadvertantly pulling herself closer to him. "I'm still gettin' bits on an' off - I think since we used the link I'm still goin' t' be pickin' things up for a while. Some of it's not so bad - sad, some of the memories from when you were a kid. You were... lonely, most of the time, or at least that's what it feels like t' me." She kissed his temple softly. "But I understand the family thing better, havin' seen it from the inside, so t' speak."
Manuel shrugged as best he could. "It's over and done with now. I've given all of that up." He left the "for you" unstated, but it was very much there. "And my urge to castrate some of your foster-siblings has mostly faded by now." The trip through Memory Lane was not without its own cost to him, though, as he spent two nights gone waking in a cold sweat, remembering the asylum and the death-scans he'd done.
That he'd given it up for her was something else she understood now, that and what it had cost. What everything had cost. There weren't any words to express how she felt, though, so she let it flow down the link, love and gratitude and regret and understanding. Sorrow that he'd lost so much, for her, because of her. She'd lost too, but not as much and she'd gained far more. "Love you," she said softly at last, meaning it more than she ever had.
Manuel basked like a lizard in the warm glow of her love for him. "Love you too." he whispered, and then kissed her. Hard. He let his tongue joust with hers, and was beginning to serious contemplate not being arsed to move over to the bed, but rather just pleasing her right there.
She felt the kiss all the way through to the core of her, and her arms tightened around his neck, pressing herself against him. So they were at that point, were they? she thought muzzily pleased even as his hands slipped under her shirt to run up her back. It had been an insanely long time. Desk chairs, however, even the sturdy Xavier's ones, weren't the best for this sort of thing, and she had power to spare, given the ambient magic she'd been absorbing from the magic shop - concentrating, she managed to float the pair of them to the bed, just making it before the power cut out. "Better here," she managed, shifting so she was straddling his lap instead.
"Nice spell." he said with a laugh, looking up at the wytchbrat straddling his waist. "You mentioned something about short skirts?" he said with a laugh. "I like short skirts."
"Well, I could stop an' get changed now if you like..." she teased, making as if to get off him. "But, I tell you what - after the weddin', an' after I get back from sortin' out Meggan's papers, we'll go out, yeah? Somewhere where a short skirt will fit in?" She wriggled slightly against him as she spoke, expression frankly lustful.
Manuel grinned at that thought. "Might work better." he said. "Because the short skirt has many, many advantages. I love short skirts. I love the way they look, they way they tease at what lies beneath. I love sliding a hand up a short skirt, I love lifting it up to taste you." he grinned, grinding himself just slightly against her in return for her own wiggles.
"I'll have t' see what I can do for you, then," she murmured in reply, moving in to nibble her way up his neck. "Since you're such a fan. Least it's gettin' warm enough t' wear 'em again." She reached his ear, biting the lobe gently as she began unbuttoning his shirt. "But in the meantime, we'll just have t' make do, yeah?"
"Oh, the horror." he deadpanned, grinning and wriggling under her touch. "And it's not like you don't like that idea..." he murmured. "No, not at all. After all, you hate receiving oral sex. Loathe it utterly with every scrap of your being. Does nothing for you." he grinned. "It's not attractive at all."
"'S bloody awful, yeah," she agreed, more distractedly as she managed to ditch his shirt, running her hands along smooth, pale skin, before pushing him back down on the bed and leaning forward to kiss her way down to his belt buckle, which she started working on with impatient fingers. "An' you hate doin' it, I can tell."
"It's abysmal. Can't even begin to describe all the reasons to avoid doing it." he said with a grin. Oh, she was definitely in a mood. But he loved her moods, so he merely propped himself up and watched her go to work. "You especially hate the thought when there's a chance you could get caught. That just doesn't appeal at all to you." he smirked.
"Like in movie theatres, you mean?" she said with a smirk, before she began working his pants off. There, much better - she paused to admire his completely naked form before moving in to do just what they'd been discussing, stopping briefly to ask, innocently: "Oh, is this all right? Since we didn't want t' move too fast an' all..."
Manuel looked down at Amanda and growled at her. "If you left it at that I would be extremely cross with you." he said. "It's a little late now to get virtuous on me."
"Me? Virtuous?" Amanda gave him an impish look. "Must be thinkin' of another witch." There were no more words for a while after that - it's not polite to talk with your mouth full.
Rated PG-13 for teh innuendo and implied nookie.
Manuel knocked on the door to Amanda's room with a grin. He'd read her latest post, and judging by what she was feeling, she was definitely in the sort of mood he liked best about her. Mischevious, fun, and happy. It was almost blinding, considering all the anticipation and worry and stress of the wedding preparations. Best that he remain behind for that entire affair - he wasn't sure he could stand it.
"Hey!" Amanda opened the door with a grin, and without thinking about it leaned up and gave him a light kiss on the mouth, bouyed by her good mood. It had been a good day, for the first time in ages, and she wanted to share it - it wasn't hard to miss the way the wedding was making Manuel feel, with the link back in operation again. She understood why, and she'd talk about it with him if he wanted, but for now she was content with letting him surf her good feelings and make the first move.
Manuel grinned as he got kissed. It had been a very long time, especially for a man of his appetites. "Now that's a greeting I could get used to." he said, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him. "You're in a very good mood. Want to talk about it?" he said with a grin.
"I had my class with Strange today," she said with a small shrug. It was 'eye of newt' business, and she knew he wasn't terribly interested in the specifics. "It went a bit better than they have done lately - me concentration's been shot like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would." She gave him a wry grin. "An' after I got some time t' meself, went t' one of the occult bookshops. Met this bloke there who's into the magic in a serious way an' had a good chat." There was a certain wistfulness to her expression. "It's good, bein' able t' talk shop with someone closer t' me own age."
Manuel blinked. "You met a bloke?" he repeated with amusement. "Should I feel supplanted so quickly?" he teased, and then moved over to drop himself into her desk chair gracefully. "On second thought, don't answer that. I'm just glad that you're happy. You need more happiness in your life."
"Nothin' like that," she replied in the same teasing tone. "'S the same as you an' Dani - someone t' talk about the specifics of the magic with, who gets where I'm comin' from, even if he's got no power himself. Makes a change from this place, y'know? Someone normal, without the hangups." She cocked her head slightly, giving him - and his lap - an assessing look. "Are we up t' the whole contact thing yet?" she asked, still teasing but with a note of longing. "I don't wanna rush things, but... I'd like to."
Manuel shrugged. "Well, I think that I will forgive myself if you were to wind up in my lap. Or, for that matter, anywhere else you might like to be." he said with a honest leer. "And I hear you on the someone to talk to. I thought I was unique for so long, and now I have somebody to talk to! Although our powers work so differently that there's not a whole lot of overlap." he admitted ruefully. "But it's nice to find someone who just _knows_ what I go through."
Amanda paused only a fraction of a second before planting herself on Manuel's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling behind his ear briefly. Oh, she'd missed this - warm skin and the smell of Manuel's aftershave. "That's it," she agreed, lifting her head with a slight blush; she was being all soppy. "Just someone who gets it, yeah? Tho' I get a lot more things now that I didn't used to," she added, referring to the Beltane spell. "I've got thoughts an' memories t' go with the emotions on the link, an' it helps make more sense of things now."
Manuel nodded. "I wasn't trying to take anything away from that." he said seriously, before giving up and nibbling on her neck. "So have you stopped dreaming of my life?" he asked her curiously. "I dreamed of yours for about a week afterwards."
She wriggled at the touch on her neck, inadvertantly pulling herself closer to him. "I'm still gettin' bits on an' off - I think since we used the link I'm still goin' t' be pickin' things up for a while. Some of it's not so bad - sad, some of the memories from when you were a kid. You were... lonely, most of the time, or at least that's what it feels like t' me." She kissed his temple softly. "But I understand the family thing better, havin' seen it from the inside, so t' speak."
Manuel shrugged as best he could. "It's over and done with now. I've given all of that up." He left the "for you" unstated, but it was very much there. "And my urge to castrate some of your foster-siblings has mostly faded by now." The trip through Memory Lane was not without its own cost to him, though, as he spent two nights gone waking in a cold sweat, remembering the asylum and the death-scans he'd done.
That he'd given it up for her was something else she understood now, that and what it had cost. What everything had cost. There weren't any words to express how she felt, though, so she let it flow down the link, love and gratitude and regret and understanding. Sorrow that he'd lost so much, for her, because of her. She'd lost too, but not as much and she'd gained far more. "Love you," she said softly at last, meaning it more than she ever had.
Manuel basked like a lizard in the warm glow of her love for him. "Love you too." he whispered, and then kissed her. Hard. He let his tongue joust with hers, and was beginning to serious contemplate not being arsed to move over to the bed, but rather just pleasing her right there.
She felt the kiss all the way through to the core of her, and her arms tightened around his neck, pressing herself against him. So they were at that point, were they? she thought muzzily pleased even as his hands slipped under her shirt to run up her back. It had been an insanely long time. Desk chairs, however, even the sturdy Xavier's ones, weren't the best for this sort of thing, and she had power to spare, given the ambient magic she'd been absorbing from the magic shop - concentrating, she managed to float the pair of them to the bed, just making it before the power cut out. "Better here," she managed, shifting so she was straddling his lap instead.
"Nice spell." he said with a laugh, looking up at the wytchbrat straddling his waist. "You mentioned something about short skirts?" he said with a laugh. "I like short skirts."
"Well, I could stop an' get changed now if you like..." she teased, making as if to get off him. "But, I tell you what - after the weddin', an' after I get back from sortin' out Meggan's papers, we'll go out, yeah? Somewhere where a short skirt will fit in?" She wriggled slightly against him as she spoke, expression frankly lustful.
Manuel grinned at that thought. "Might work better." he said. "Because the short skirt has many, many advantages. I love short skirts. I love the way they look, they way they tease at what lies beneath. I love sliding a hand up a short skirt, I love lifting it up to taste you." he grinned, grinding himself just slightly against her in return for her own wiggles.
"I'll have t' see what I can do for you, then," she murmured in reply, moving in to nibble her way up his neck. "Since you're such a fan. Least it's gettin' warm enough t' wear 'em again." She reached his ear, biting the lobe gently as she began unbuttoning his shirt. "But in the meantime, we'll just have t' make do, yeah?"
"Oh, the horror." he deadpanned, grinning and wriggling under her touch. "And it's not like you don't like that idea..." he murmured. "No, not at all. After all, you hate receiving oral sex. Loathe it utterly with every scrap of your being. Does nothing for you." he grinned. "It's not attractive at all."
"'S bloody awful, yeah," she agreed, more distractedly as she managed to ditch his shirt, running her hands along smooth, pale skin, before pushing him back down on the bed and leaning forward to kiss her way down to his belt buckle, which she started working on with impatient fingers. "An' you hate doin' it, I can tell."
"It's abysmal. Can't even begin to describe all the reasons to avoid doing it." he said with a grin. Oh, she was definitely in a mood. But he loved her moods, so he merely propped himself up and watched her go to work. "You especially hate the thought when there's a chance you could get caught. That just doesn't appeal at all to you." he smirked.
"Like in movie theatres, you mean?" she said with a smirk, before she began working his pants off. There, much better - she paused to admire his completely naked form before moving in to do just what they'd been discussing, stopping briefly to ask, innocently: "Oh, is this all right? Since we didn't want t' move too fast an' all..."
Manuel looked down at Amanda and growled at her. "If you left it at that I would be extremely cross with you." he said. "It's a little late now to get virtuous on me."
"Me? Virtuous?" Amanda gave him an impish look. "Must be thinkin' of another witch." There were no more words for a while after that - it's not polite to talk with your mouth full.
