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xp_logsOne's a hyper teenager just back from helping save Hawaii! One's a scatterbrained inventor who's overworking himself again! They fight crime!
Forge wandered up the stairs from the basement, the last of the morning's work in the lab finished and long overdue for a break. His headphones were on and cranked up, loud electric guitars and violin countermelodies echoing in his ears as he made his way down the hall. He'd noticed on the journals that the Red-X volunteers were due back from Hawaii, and he'd been intending to drag Kyle down to the gym and get a few rounds in on the punching bag. The veiled argument with Kurt on the journals was still eating at him, and he figured Kyle could use some stress relief as well.
What he didn't expect was to strut headlong into someone going the opposite way towards the kitchen.
Laurie had been distracted since getting back from Hawaii, her powers had done something completely unexpected and she was still mulling over what else she might be able to do given time. She was on her way to the kitchen, having decided decorating it would help her think when she crashed into Forge. It was only quick thinking on her part, and really good grip that saved her from landing on her butt on the hard wood floor. She blinked at him for a second, trying to figure out why he hadn't been watching where he was going, only to remember she hadn't exactly been paying attention either. She realised two things at this moment, one, he had rather nice eyes close up, and two, she really needed to start watching where she was going.
"Um, hi." Laurie said.
The impact bumped Forge's earphones out of his ears, and he fumbled to keep his balance, catch them, and jump back in surprise at the same time. He managed to wind up grabbing Laurie and sandwiching his iPod between the two of them with a squeak of surprise. Taking a quick half-step back, he switched the loud music off and cleared his throat. "Oh, um, hi," he said quietly, feeling a warm sensation run up and down his back. "You're back. I mean, you guys. From Hawaii. Yes, back from Hawaii."
Shaking his head and giving a small chuckle, he stuffed his headphones in a pocket and leaned against the wall. "So, um. Sorry for the not watching where I was going. Are you okay? How was Hawaii? Pretty exciting, I'd imagine, although I've never been there. Or by a volcano, wow, that must have been something, huh?" Wow, he thought to himself absently, that's some impressive babbling there, dork.
Laurie fought the urge to giggle, and only just managed not to, letting out a small squeak of amusement instead. Then blushed, and rubbed the back of her hand against her neck, and gave herself a rather stern talking to about being shy around people she'd known for several months now. Had talked to even, on several occations. It didn't matter that he had pretty eyes, this was Forge. "Yep. Back from Hawaii. We didn't get much time to lie about on the beach though, alas. Although, I suppose that's good, because then I'd have burnt to a crisp, rather then just getting the nice tan I usually get from the sun here."
She did tend to have a very nice tan, Forge reminded himself, then mentally added for a sixteen year old to his mental assessment. "I'd say it was too cold for the beach, but y'know, Hawaii and all. Still, not a half-bad job. You guys did really well from what I'm hearing. That's a lot to be proud of."
"I even used my powers for good, rather then evil." she replied, looking at the decorations lining the hall.
Everyone had really gone to town on the place, glints of red, silver and green on most surfaces. It looked not unlike a small Christmas themed tornado had hit the place. "Wow, this place really gets a doing over during the festive season, doesn't it?"
"You should have seen it when Paige got a hold of the garland," Forge replied, looking around at the decorations leading up to the kitchen area. "Nothing was safe. Just be glad Clarice hasn't glitterbombed the place. Nothing's worse than trying to get little tiny flecks of glitter off of metal," he said, holding his arm up for emphasis. He gulped unconsciously, realizing that Laurie had said something about her powers and that little voice in the back of his mind was screaming something about how that was probably important or something, but one little voice tended to get drowned out with the rush of blood in his ears and was it jut him or was she standing rather close?
Laurie was only half-listening to him, as she'd just noticed something rather interesting about said decorations. There appeared to be little clumps of greenery hanging at regular intervals along the walls and she leaned closer to get a good look, was that holly? Had to be, and a rather clever use of it to but what was that above their heads, it was shaped differently...Oh. Oh dear. Laurie gave Forge an alarmed look, and then looked back up at the mistletoe before meeting his eyes again.
Well, she supposed it could be worse, she could have gotten caught under it with Mr Haller.
"Look up." Laurie said, grinning.
"Up?" Forge glanced up, then cocked his head. "Huh. That's--"
Then he wasn't looking up because there were hands turning his head and then a very warm mouth pressed to his. Anything Forge had intended to say vanished along with the rest of rational thought from his brain, and the only feeling that was making itself known was that this was very, very nice and there ought to be more of it.
Laurie grinned against Forge's mouth as she deepened the kiss, enjoying the sensation. It had been awhile since she'd kissed a boy and this was very nice, even if it was just mistletoe inspired. He really was a good kisser, something else to add to 'nice eyes' for the list in her head.
In Forge's very short experience with such things, normally mistletoe earned him either a wide circle of avoidance, or a perfunctory peck on the cheek and a quick "Oh look, I need to be over there far away now" at last year's holiday gathering. This was then obviously some sort of anomaly, at least according to that part of his brain that was still processing such matters. The rest of his body was fully enjoying the fact that he had a very attractive girl in his arms, kissing him very intently, and she smelled really good and he wasn't about to complain that she was backing him into a wall if she wasn't about to complain that his hand was sneaking up her shirt, after all fair was fair.
That little small voice inside his head was practically screaming something at the moment that had to be important, but the combined might of his hormones and the fact that it had been a very long time since he'd felt anything like this went and took that small little voice out to the back of his brain and gave it a good kicking until it shut up.
If she'd been thinking, rather then just reacting, she might have thought about the fact that she was groping a staff member in the middle of a school hallway. However, she wasn't thinking a lot beyond 'mmm, that thing he's doing with his tongue is really nice' right now, and she'd just found out he was ticklish. She took full advantage of this fact, noting that all was fair in mistletoe induced snogging.
The sudden tickle made Forge laugh, and it was at that exact moment that the poor abused little voice in his head that was calling itself his conscience managed to rise out of the gutter and shout one intelligible word.
Pheromones!
That was enough to shock Forge back into realization like a splash of ice water to the face. In the span of a second, a number of things became evident: he was making out with a student, in the middle of the hallway to the kitchen, in a manner that was a bit extreme to be blamed on mere holiday tradition - a student who had hormone-affecting pheromone powers and oh shit this is not going to end in any way remotely resembling "well".
Regrettably pulling away from Laurie, Forge caught his breath and looked the younger girl in the face. "Okay, um. Whoa. Not just wow-whoa, which by the way, yes - but whoa-horsies, whoa. This isn't... I mean it's... okay, what's this all about here?"
"I..But...What does it look like?" Laurie replied, confused.
Well, she supposed it had gone a little far, considering it was just meant to be in fun, just a little kiss under the mistletoe but it hadn't been like he was protesting, far from it.
Forge paused, unsure what to do with a girl who wasn't horrified at being in the position they'd been in only seconds before. "I mean, um, that was a bit... wow. I know, mistletoe, yeah. That was just a little, um, enthusiastic?"
Oh yeah, you're the King of Smooth. Why can't a volcano open up RIGHT HERE so you can jump in and escape from the Awkward? That's right, God hates you.
Laurie blushed, suddenly intensely embarrassed. Oh God, he hadn't liked it, and she'd...Oh, she was so leaving right now. Right, right now. "Um, I'm sorry. I thought, well, you seemed to like it and I...I'm so sorry."
She turned and dashed back down the hallway, headed for her room and hopefully the peace and quiet to be mortally embarrassed. This was not happening, she did not just throw herself at a man in the middle of a public hallway. What would everyone think? Oh God, what would her Mom say?
"No, I..." Forge reached out, but Laurie was already down the hallway and around the corner. Calmly, he turned and stalked up towards his room. DEFINITELY needed a shower before suggesting basketball. Basketball was safe, basketball was easy to understand, basketball certainly didn't make that very nice moaning noise when you--
"Dammit..." Forge growled. Definitely a cold, cold shower.
Forge wandered up the stairs from the basement, the last of the morning's work in the lab finished and long overdue for a break. His headphones were on and cranked up, loud electric guitars and violin countermelodies echoing in his ears as he made his way down the hall. He'd noticed on the journals that the Red-X volunteers were due back from Hawaii, and he'd been intending to drag Kyle down to the gym and get a few rounds in on the punching bag. The veiled argument with Kurt on the journals was still eating at him, and he figured Kyle could use some stress relief as well.
What he didn't expect was to strut headlong into someone going the opposite way towards the kitchen.
Laurie had been distracted since getting back from Hawaii, her powers had done something completely unexpected and she was still mulling over what else she might be able to do given time. She was on her way to the kitchen, having decided decorating it would help her think when she crashed into Forge. It was only quick thinking on her part, and really good grip that saved her from landing on her butt on the hard wood floor. She blinked at him for a second, trying to figure out why he hadn't been watching where he was going, only to remember she hadn't exactly been paying attention either. She realised two things at this moment, one, he had rather nice eyes close up, and two, she really needed to start watching where she was going.
"Um, hi." Laurie said.
The impact bumped Forge's earphones out of his ears, and he fumbled to keep his balance, catch them, and jump back in surprise at the same time. He managed to wind up grabbing Laurie and sandwiching his iPod between the two of them with a squeak of surprise. Taking a quick half-step back, he switched the loud music off and cleared his throat. "Oh, um, hi," he said quietly, feeling a warm sensation run up and down his back. "You're back. I mean, you guys. From Hawaii. Yes, back from Hawaii."
Shaking his head and giving a small chuckle, he stuffed his headphones in a pocket and leaned against the wall. "So, um. Sorry for the not watching where I was going. Are you okay? How was Hawaii? Pretty exciting, I'd imagine, although I've never been there. Or by a volcano, wow, that must have been something, huh?" Wow, he thought to himself absently, that's some impressive babbling there, dork.
Laurie fought the urge to giggle, and only just managed not to, letting out a small squeak of amusement instead. Then blushed, and rubbed the back of her hand against her neck, and gave herself a rather stern talking to about being shy around people she'd known for several months now. Had talked to even, on several occations. It didn't matter that he had pretty eyes, this was Forge. "Yep. Back from Hawaii. We didn't get much time to lie about on the beach though, alas. Although, I suppose that's good, because then I'd have burnt to a crisp, rather then just getting the nice tan I usually get from the sun here."
She did tend to have a very nice tan, Forge reminded himself, then mentally added for a sixteen year old to his mental assessment. "I'd say it was too cold for the beach, but y'know, Hawaii and all. Still, not a half-bad job. You guys did really well from what I'm hearing. That's a lot to be proud of."
"I even used my powers for good, rather then evil." she replied, looking at the decorations lining the hall.
Everyone had really gone to town on the place, glints of red, silver and green on most surfaces. It looked not unlike a small Christmas themed tornado had hit the place. "Wow, this place really gets a doing over during the festive season, doesn't it?"
"You should have seen it when Paige got a hold of the garland," Forge replied, looking around at the decorations leading up to the kitchen area. "Nothing was safe. Just be glad Clarice hasn't glitterbombed the place. Nothing's worse than trying to get little tiny flecks of glitter off of metal," he said, holding his arm up for emphasis. He gulped unconsciously, realizing that Laurie had said something about her powers and that little voice in the back of his mind was screaming something about how that was probably important or something, but one little voice tended to get drowned out with the rush of blood in his ears and was it jut him or was she standing rather close?
Laurie was only half-listening to him, as she'd just noticed something rather interesting about said decorations. There appeared to be little clumps of greenery hanging at regular intervals along the walls and she leaned closer to get a good look, was that holly? Had to be, and a rather clever use of it to but what was that above their heads, it was shaped differently...Oh. Oh dear. Laurie gave Forge an alarmed look, and then looked back up at the mistletoe before meeting his eyes again.
Well, she supposed it could be worse, she could have gotten caught under it with Mr Haller.
"Look up." Laurie said, grinning.
"Up?" Forge glanced up, then cocked his head. "Huh. That's--"
Then he wasn't looking up because there were hands turning his head and then a very warm mouth pressed to his. Anything Forge had intended to say vanished along with the rest of rational thought from his brain, and the only feeling that was making itself known was that this was very, very nice and there ought to be more of it.
Laurie grinned against Forge's mouth as she deepened the kiss, enjoying the sensation. It had been awhile since she'd kissed a boy and this was very nice, even if it was just mistletoe inspired. He really was a good kisser, something else to add to 'nice eyes' for the list in her head.
In Forge's very short experience with such things, normally mistletoe earned him either a wide circle of avoidance, or a perfunctory peck on the cheek and a quick "Oh look, I need to be over there far away now" at last year's holiday gathering. This was then obviously some sort of anomaly, at least according to that part of his brain that was still processing such matters. The rest of his body was fully enjoying the fact that he had a very attractive girl in his arms, kissing him very intently, and she smelled really good and he wasn't about to complain that she was backing him into a wall if she wasn't about to complain that his hand was sneaking up her shirt, after all fair was fair.
That little small voice inside his head was practically screaming something at the moment that had to be important, but the combined might of his hormones and the fact that it had been a very long time since he'd felt anything like this went and took that small little voice out to the back of his brain and gave it a good kicking until it shut up.
If she'd been thinking, rather then just reacting, she might have thought about the fact that she was groping a staff member in the middle of a school hallway. However, she wasn't thinking a lot beyond 'mmm, that thing he's doing with his tongue is really nice' right now, and she'd just found out he was ticklish. She took full advantage of this fact, noting that all was fair in mistletoe induced snogging.
The sudden tickle made Forge laugh, and it was at that exact moment that the poor abused little voice in his head that was calling itself his conscience managed to rise out of the gutter and shout one intelligible word.
Pheromones!
That was enough to shock Forge back into realization like a splash of ice water to the face. In the span of a second, a number of things became evident: he was making out with a student, in the middle of the hallway to the kitchen, in a manner that was a bit extreme to be blamed on mere holiday tradition - a student who had hormone-affecting pheromone powers and oh shit this is not going to end in any way remotely resembling "well".
Regrettably pulling away from Laurie, Forge caught his breath and looked the younger girl in the face. "Okay, um. Whoa. Not just wow-whoa, which by the way, yes - but whoa-horsies, whoa. This isn't... I mean it's... okay, what's this all about here?"
"I..But...What does it look like?" Laurie replied, confused.
Well, she supposed it had gone a little far, considering it was just meant to be in fun, just a little kiss under the mistletoe but it hadn't been like he was protesting, far from it.
Forge paused, unsure what to do with a girl who wasn't horrified at being in the position they'd been in only seconds before. "I mean, um, that was a bit... wow. I know, mistletoe, yeah. That was just a little, um, enthusiastic?"
Oh yeah, you're the King of Smooth. Why can't a volcano open up RIGHT HERE so you can jump in and escape from the Awkward? That's right, God hates you.
Laurie blushed, suddenly intensely embarrassed. Oh God, he hadn't liked it, and she'd...Oh, she was so leaving right now. Right, right now. "Um, I'm sorry. I thought, well, you seemed to like it and I...I'm so sorry."
She turned and dashed back down the hallway, headed for her room and hopefully the peace and quiet to be mortally embarrassed. This was not happening, she did not just throw herself at a man in the middle of a public hallway. What would everyone think? Oh God, what would her Mom say?
"No, I..." Forge reached out, but Laurie was already down the hallway and around the corner. Calmly, he turned and stalked up towards his room. DEFINITELY needed a shower before suggesting basketball. Basketball was safe, basketball was easy to understand, basketball certainly didn't make that very nice moaning noise when you--
"Dammit..." Forge growled. Definitely a cold, cold shower.
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Date: 2006-12-19 07:16 pm (UTC)Well, isn't that the cauldron calling the kettle black?
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Date: 2006-12-19 06:47 pm (UTC)In Forge's very short experience with such things . . .
........I thought "Mystique let him kiss?"
Forge's morality wasn't the only thing screaming by the end of this log.
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Date: 2006-12-19 07:38 pm (UTC)Fortunately I think this log was intended to be the other side of the planet from there anyway.
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Date: 2006-12-19 08:07 pm (UTC)At least Laurie's not related by blood to the person Forge is pining over. And, you know. A chick.
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:05 pm (UTC)(Although my first impulse was re: the height.)
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Date: 2006-12-19 09:50 pm (UTC)(well, not quite, but hey, it's an in-joke. Those don't have to be precise!)
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