Domino and Sam, veryvery late Thursday
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xp_logsSam's out for a flight to clear his head. Dom's out for a swim to do the same. One of them isn't wearing clothes. You guess which!
He was flying a lot more than usual, Sam noted idly as he took another turn around the extensive grounds. But it was either this or spend hours in the gym pounding on the heavy bag while imagining it was Sabretooth. And if anything was a gigantic neon warning sign to everyone else in the mansion that he Wasn't Dealing With Things, that would be it. So more flying around the grounds was the solution. He imagined several people (Scott included) had an inkling, but at least this way he could _pretend_ he was doing all right.
She ought to be doing this near the boathouse, Domino thought a bit mischievously. Give Cain or LeBeau something to see... but she had a certain amount of discretion, and so she'd picked the very far end of the lake, where the mansion wasn't even visible. That and the fact that it was three in the morning should assure her some privacy.
Folding her clothes neatly and laying them beside the towel, Domino clambered down over the rocks and slipped into the cool water, giving a sigh of pleasure. So much nicer than the pool, really.
The problem was, even going out on flights, which normally helped to settle him, was leaving him too much free time for his mind to replay all of the events surrounding Sabretooth's abduction of Alison. Cutting sharp turns and pushing himself through difficult aerobatic moves helped, but only barely. Sam needed a distraction. Something to get his mind out of the rut it was in. He sighed, the noise drowned by the roar of his blast field.
Sonic boom, Domino thought idly, switching to a backstroke. Late for a flight...
Sweeping down the tree line on the far side of the lake, Sam considered heading back to the mansion and attempting to get some sleep. Bags under the eyes were another surefire warning to the mansion at large that he wasn't coping well. And he'd really rather avoid any difficult discussions if he could.
Rounding the very far edge of the lake, he noticed an uncharacteristic splash of white amid the darkness of the water. Sam swooped a little lower to see if...yes, it was a person. Which begged the question, who was out swimming this late, and in the far end of the lake? He swooped a bit lower, enough to realize that...sweet mother Mary it was a naked woman. Abruptly, all of Sam's hard-earned flying control left him and he plowed into the shoreline. Standing up, he shook his head at the furrow behind him. Mr. Marko was going to have his hide.
Domino, treading water, blinked at the... okay, rather cute blond who'd just apparently crash-landed on the shore. "Um, sorry?" she said, laughing helplessly. "Are you all right?" He was moving, at least. "Uhh... Sam, right?"
Sam's first reaction was to turn towards the lady who was speaking towards him...and he abruptly turned all the way around, beet red, remembering the naked part. Granted, he'd noticed in the quick turn she was treading water and only visible from the neck up at the moment, but...it still wasn't right to stare. Much as he might want to. "Ah'm fine...Miss Domino, right?" He thought he recognized her from her fairly frequent visits to the mansion.
Miss? was Domino's first thought. How old does he think I am? "Dom, yes," she said amiably. "Didn't mean to startle you. I didn't expect anyone to be out flying at this hour."
"Fair enough," Sam replied, trying to sound casual and normal, and only having middling success. "Ah didn't expect anyone out to be...er, to be out swimming at this hour, so Ah 'spect that makes us even."
"You should join me," Domino suggested mischievously. "The water's really nice."
Really, this was a cliche straight out of a movie or something like that. Sam blushed further, though having his back to Domino and the darkness hid it. "Ah don't...Ah mean to say, Ah ain't..." he stuttered.
"Fond of naked women? Pity," Domino said with a little sigh and started back towards the shore. "Stay turned around," she advised, climbing back out. "I'll just get my towel."
No, the problem was that he was too fond of naked women, Sam reflected, attempting to have a stern talk with his libido. Not that he'd know what to do with one, he reflected further, not having any experience in that regard. "Ah didn't mean...um...er...Ah hope Ah didn't offend," he managed lamely.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Domino wrapped the towel around herself, securing it. "You can turn around now," she said wryly, shaking wet hair out of her face. It was getting too long. She really needed to find someplace in New York to get it cut. "Look," she said as Sam finally turned around. "I'm sorry about causing the crash landing. I know this is not precisely the most appropriate thing to be doing on the grounds of a school, but..." She shrugged a bit wistfully. "It was kind of nice."
"It looked nice," Sam blurted out before he could stop himself as he turned around. One of these days, he was actually engage that Brain-to-Mouth filter. Seriously. Any day now.
"It was," Domino said, her lips twitching. "I'm still getting over my African sunburn and the chlorine in the pool... well, never mind." She folded her arms across her chest, regarding him thoughtfully. "So, the question stands. Have you never seen a naked woman before? Because you're doing a hell of a lot of blushing." There was enough moonlight to see that.
The blush had been starting to go away, but returned with reinforcements. Which was probably answer enough, a small part of Sam's brain noted. His mouth flapped like a fish out of water, no sound at all coming out. Which was probably also sufficient answer.
"So... if I accidentally dropped this towel, would you freeze like a deer in the headlights and stare or run away screaming?" Domino asked playfully.
"Deer in the headlights, most likely, ma'am," Sam managed huskily without stuttering at all, rather surprised that he managed to get through a complete sentence. Eyes, he told himself. Eyes were a safe thing to look at. So purple, and they almost seemed to literally twinkle from Domino's amusement.
"Well." She was trying very hard to keep a straight face, and not quite managing it. "That's actually rather flattering. I hate it when they scream and run away. Makes me feel unappreciated." She crouched to pick up her clothes, which were just to the left of Sam's feet. "So," she said with an evil little grin, not getting up. His eyes were precisely where they should be, oh, yes. "You fly, huh?"
His eyes tried to stay on Domino's, but the cream-white expanse of her upper torso drew his eyes effortlessly away. All the pertinent bits were safe under the towel, but it was still a jolt to his libido. "Blast field...invulnerable...why not hurt from crash..." he babbled disjointedly, mesmerized.
"Fly me back to my window?" she suggested. "I'll even get dressed before you do. If you turn around."
Sam turned around wordlessly, having yet another long talk with his libido. Much as he was tempted to turn back around, embarassment be damned, he wrestled the urge down and waited for Domino to finish dressing.
"Safe now," Domino chirped after a few minutes. She hated pulling on dry clothes over wet skin, but she suspected that Sam would have exploded if she'd asked him to fly her back wearing only a towel. Hell, at least she had on a white t-shirt.
~Eyes, Samuel,~ he told himself sternly as he turned back around. They took a brief dip southward, but he managed to jerk them back upward quickly. "All set?" he asked, almost managing to sound normal.
"All set," Domino said, flipping the towel over her shoulder and taking a step closer. "Preferences for position?" she asked wickedly.
Sam blinked unsteadily. Both positions for flying (and yes, he'd noticed the double entendre) raised their issues. Stepping up, he settled his hands firmly at her waist, standing behind her. Trying not to think about things (the very problem that had gotten him into this whole mess, he noted), he generated enough lift to head smoothly off the shore and back over the lake toward the mansion. He was going to have to take a cold shower before he could even _think_ about bed.
Make that several.
He was flying a lot more than usual, Sam noted idly as he took another turn around the extensive grounds. But it was either this or spend hours in the gym pounding on the heavy bag while imagining it was Sabretooth. And if anything was a gigantic neon warning sign to everyone else in the mansion that he Wasn't Dealing With Things, that would be it. So more flying around the grounds was the solution. He imagined several people (Scott included) had an inkling, but at least this way he could _pretend_ he was doing all right.
She ought to be doing this near the boathouse, Domino thought a bit mischievously. Give Cain or LeBeau something to see... but she had a certain amount of discretion, and so she'd picked the very far end of the lake, where the mansion wasn't even visible. That and the fact that it was three in the morning should assure her some privacy.
Folding her clothes neatly and laying them beside the towel, Domino clambered down over the rocks and slipped into the cool water, giving a sigh of pleasure. So much nicer than the pool, really.
The problem was, even going out on flights, which normally helped to settle him, was leaving him too much free time for his mind to replay all of the events surrounding Sabretooth's abduction of Alison. Cutting sharp turns and pushing himself through difficult aerobatic moves helped, but only barely. Sam needed a distraction. Something to get his mind out of the rut it was in. He sighed, the noise drowned by the roar of his blast field.
Sonic boom, Domino thought idly, switching to a backstroke. Late for a flight...
Sweeping down the tree line on the far side of the lake, Sam considered heading back to the mansion and attempting to get some sleep. Bags under the eyes were another surefire warning to the mansion at large that he wasn't coping well. And he'd really rather avoid any difficult discussions if he could.
Rounding the very far edge of the lake, he noticed an uncharacteristic splash of white amid the darkness of the water. Sam swooped a little lower to see if...yes, it was a person. Which begged the question, who was out swimming this late, and in the far end of the lake? He swooped a bit lower, enough to realize that...sweet mother Mary it was a naked woman. Abruptly, all of Sam's hard-earned flying control left him and he plowed into the shoreline. Standing up, he shook his head at the furrow behind him. Mr. Marko was going to have his hide.
Domino, treading water, blinked at the... okay, rather cute blond who'd just apparently crash-landed on the shore. "Um, sorry?" she said, laughing helplessly. "Are you all right?" He was moving, at least. "Uhh... Sam, right?"
Sam's first reaction was to turn towards the lady who was speaking towards him...and he abruptly turned all the way around, beet red, remembering the naked part. Granted, he'd noticed in the quick turn she was treading water and only visible from the neck up at the moment, but...it still wasn't right to stare. Much as he might want to. "Ah'm fine...Miss Domino, right?" He thought he recognized her from her fairly frequent visits to the mansion.
Miss? was Domino's first thought. How old does he think I am? "Dom, yes," she said amiably. "Didn't mean to startle you. I didn't expect anyone to be out flying at this hour."
"Fair enough," Sam replied, trying to sound casual and normal, and only having middling success. "Ah didn't expect anyone out to be...er, to be out swimming at this hour, so Ah 'spect that makes us even."
"You should join me," Domino suggested mischievously. "The water's really nice."
Really, this was a cliche straight out of a movie or something like that. Sam blushed further, though having his back to Domino and the darkness hid it. "Ah don't...Ah mean to say, Ah ain't..." he stuttered.
"Fond of naked women? Pity," Domino said with a little sigh and started back towards the shore. "Stay turned around," she advised, climbing back out. "I'll just get my towel."
No, the problem was that he was too fond of naked women, Sam reflected, attempting to have a stern talk with his libido. Not that he'd know what to do with one, he reflected further, not having any experience in that regard. "Ah didn't mean...um...er...Ah hope Ah didn't offend," he managed lamely.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Domino wrapped the towel around herself, securing it. "You can turn around now," she said wryly, shaking wet hair out of her face. It was getting too long. She really needed to find someplace in New York to get it cut. "Look," she said as Sam finally turned around. "I'm sorry about causing the crash landing. I know this is not precisely the most appropriate thing to be doing on the grounds of a school, but..." She shrugged a bit wistfully. "It was kind of nice."
"It looked nice," Sam blurted out before he could stop himself as he turned around. One of these days, he was actually engage that Brain-to-Mouth filter. Seriously. Any day now.
"It was," Domino said, her lips twitching. "I'm still getting over my African sunburn and the chlorine in the pool... well, never mind." She folded her arms across her chest, regarding him thoughtfully. "So, the question stands. Have you never seen a naked woman before? Because you're doing a hell of a lot of blushing." There was enough moonlight to see that.
The blush had been starting to go away, but returned with reinforcements. Which was probably answer enough, a small part of Sam's brain noted. His mouth flapped like a fish out of water, no sound at all coming out. Which was probably also sufficient answer.
"So... if I accidentally dropped this towel, would you freeze like a deer in the headlights and stare or run away screaming?" Domino asked playfully.
"Deer in the headlights, most likely, ma'am," Sam managed huskily without stuttering at all, rather surprised that he managed to get through a complete sentence. Eyes, he told himself. Eyes were a safe thing to look at. So purple, and they almost seemed to literally twinkle from Domino's amusement.
"Well." She was trying very hard to keep a straight face, and not quite managing it. "That's actually rather flattering. I hate it when they scream and run away. Makes me feel unappreciated." She crouched to pick up her clothes, which were just to the left of Sam's feet. "So," she said with an evil little grin, not getting up. His eyes were precisely where they should be, oh, yes. "You fly, huh?"
His eyes tried to stay on Domino's, but the cream-white expanse of her upper torso drew his eyes effortlessly away. All the pertinent bits were safe under the towel, but it was still a jolt to his libido. "Blast field...invulnerable...why not hurt from crash..." he babbled disjointedly, mesmerized.
"Fly me back to my window?" she suggested. "I'll even get dressed before you do. If you turn around."
Sam turned around wordlessly, having yet another long talk with his libido. Much as he was tempted to turn back around, embarassment be damned, he wrestled the urge down and waited for Domino to finish dressing.
"Safe now," Domino chirped after a few minutes. She hated pulling on dry clothes over wet skin, but she suspected that Sam would have exploded if she'd asked him to fly her back wearing only a towel. Hell, at least she had on a white t-shirt.
~Eyes, Samuel,~ he told himself sternly as he turned back around. They took a brief dip southward, but he managed to jerk them back upward quickly. "All set?" he asked, almost managing to sound normal.
"All set," Domino said, flipping the towel over her shoulder and taking a step closer. "Preferences for position?" she asked wickedly.
Sam blinked unsteadily. Both positions for flying (and yes, he'd noticed the double entendre) raised their issues. Stepping up, he settled his hands firmly at her waist, standing behind her. Trying not to think about things (the very problem that had gotten him into this whole mess, he noted), he generated enough lift to head smoothly off the shore and back over the lake toward the mansion. He was going to have to take a cold shower before he could even _think_ about bed.
Make that several.
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