Terry and Marie, Gym, Tuesday Afternoon
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xp_logsTake two X-Women, add testosterone. Not like these two ever needed an excuse to fight.
Marie sat on his yoga mat, legs crossed and eyes closed in concentration. This body wasn't bending quite as well as his usual one, but that was just because he wasn't used to maneuvering it. A little more concentration and Marie was able to slip into the next asana, a rather odd looking pose that involved placing one knee over his other leg and twisting the rest of his body in the opposite direction. Right as he'd gotten settled, the door to the gym opened and Marie opened his eyes at the sound.
The redhead who entered did so at a half-run, having already taken a turn around the mansion grounds to get warmed up. Sweat matted his grey Xavier's shirt to his chest and plastered curls to his flushed skin. He stopped dead when he saw Marie and rolled his eyes. His turn for the heavy bag managed to convey a hair toss without being too girly about it.
It took a second for Marie to recognize the man who'd walked in, but the eye roll flicked the switch in his brain. Scowling, he rose to his feet to transition into the next asana. Why did Terry have to come to the gym now? As Marie watched the redhead get started on the bag, he felt the need to be doing something other than yoga, so instead of starting the next asana, Marie walked over to the weight bench and started lifting. The bench.
Terry rolled his eyes again. Show off. Like there was anything impressive about using your powers. Everyone knew that Marie could bench a building. Deliberately, Terry turned his back on the other X-Man and started wrapping his hands, skipping the gloves for now. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin his work out.
Marie didn't know why the redhead was able to get under his skin so much. They'd been able to pull things together when they'd been sent to find the president's daughter, but even that had been a barely held together truce. Continuing through the rest of his set, Marie set the bench down, a sheen of sweat on his face. Looking at his new body, a small grin spread over his face and he pulled off his shirt. No wonder Logan sometimes worked out this way. It really was much more comfortable.
Terry beat out his irritation at sharing the room on the bag. It was stupid to react like this, Terry had never been the type to hold a grudge after all. But that didn't seem to stop him from wanting to kick Marie in the teeth. Just once or twice. It wouldn't do any permanent damage after all (more's the pity.) When Marie stripped off his shirt and looked smug about it, Terry huffed and kicked the bag. "Sure there's no one here as'll be impressed. Your boyfriend's run off to Canada."
"Least my husband didn't run off to play housewife in Ireland," Marie said, his voice purposefully calm in an attempt to bug Terry further. "The switch may be better for y'all," Marie continued. "After all, we already knew you were the one to wear the pants in the relationship." Marie wasn't sure why he was being so mean, but something in him told him the redhead deserved it.
"Aye, I doubt that Mr. Kane would ever choose to change his entire way of life in order to make you happy. It requires a lot of love and trust," Terry replied, his voice calm but his strikes on the bag ever more vicious. "So I can understand why you'd be having trouble understanding why Bobby would do this for me."
"You mean this is a decision y'all actually thought through and planned? Funny that your separation is the one you devoted the time to, while the marriage you just stumbled into accidentally," Marie said, the sweet smile on his face ruined by the hard look in his eyes. "Of course, you're right, Ah'm in no place to judge. After all, Ah couldn't manage to work things out with Bobby myself."
"You can get over the fact that I have him and you don't any time. Sure he choose in the end someone who could give him a proper family, not a wife he could never touch." Terry drew himself up straight, stepping away from the bag, arms held slightly out from his sides. "You can tell yourself what ever you want about my marriage. It's more than you'll ever have."
On a normal day, Terry's words would've been answered by a shower of tears perhaps held at bay long enough to allow Marie to flee the room, knocking the redhead down in the process. But today Marie's body was flowing with different hormones and Terry's words sparked a fire that had already been kindling, even without the resounding voices in him head telling him that the guy deserved a beating.
Marie's fist flashed out, aimed at Terry's jaw. Some small part of his brain forced him to use restraint so as not to hit the Irishman with the full force of his powers, but that didn't mean Marie didn't intend him to feel pain.
The punch caught Terry full on the jaw and even pulled Marie hit hard enough to shatter lesser bones. Luckily, Terry had an exceptionally hard head and he hit the floor in an automatically controlled fall. Rolling back to his feet, he spat blood from the bite on his tongue and dropped into a stance, "Typical," he snarled and launched himself back at Marie.
"Like you weren't lookin' for a fight," Marie said, ducking Terry's attack and circling around him to aim another blow, this one directed at his gut. "You've had a thing against me since the day we met. Never understood that, but Ah don't much care ta anymore."
Terry caught Marie's arm and pulled him forward, using his momentum to throw him over his hip. Which was easier when he had hips, true, but at least he had 8 more inches of height now. "You never cared in the first place. And I tried being nice to you. You're the one whose been mocking my marriage since day one."
Marie continued with the movement, using flight to stabilize himself and pull Terry along with him. Feet when up to the redhead's midsection in an effort to lift him up and flip him towards the gym wall. "Don't give me that crap," Marie said. "You didn't like me before your marriage. And Ah wouldn't have mocked it if you hadn't gone around proclaiming "Oops, Ah married Bobby in Vegas. Isn't that funny?"
Terry hit the mat hard and lay still for a second before getting back to his feet. Of course Marie was going to cheat and use his active powers. "Sure I didn't like when you came back acting like everything was the same. But I gave you a chance for Bobby's sake. I even participated in your stupid research." He beckoned the other man over, "We never proclaimed it. We only told the people we thought we could trust." His eyes narrowed, "Well, and you."
Marie held his fists up, not advancing on Terry. If the man wanted to fight, he could make his way over to Marie. "Sure seemed like you were tellin' everyone and their mother at the time. And what the hell do you mean acting like everything was the same? Nothing was the same. Nothing is ever the same." Truth be told, the fire inside Marie was started to grow cold and she was getting tired of dealing with Terry.
"I told Clarice. We told Scott and Ororo. Bobby told Angelo. I told Sean and you. My father, the teamleaders, our best friends--that's hardly everyone." Terry knew, dead to rights, exactly who had known when. "The reason that everyone else found out was that Marius overheard after he'd borrowed my hearing a bit." Since Marie was remaining where he was, Terry shook off his posture and straightened. "You came back. After all that had happened, after everything that had gone on, you came back and he was suddenly chummy as could be with you."
"He was my best friend," Marie said softly, though he didn't drop his guard. "He was the first guy my age not to look at me with fear once they found out what Ah could do. Even when things didn't work out between us, he was always there for me...so what was Ah supposed to do? Come back and ignore him? G-d Terry, Ah'm not competition."
Terry grimaced and ran a hand through sweat drenched curls, "I know that, Marie. I've known that for a long time. I don't like you because you treat my marriage like it's a mistake. I don't like anyone who does that." He shrugged, rolling his shoulders so they popped. "He is my husband. The ceremony may have been a joke but my marriage isn't. And you've no right to judge us for it."
"Don't Ah?" Marie said, hands finally dropping to his sides as he exhaled. "Most of y'all don't understand the gift you've got - you just take it for granted and barely think about it. But Ah think about it everyday. Everytime Ah see people touch - casual, angry, loving, it doesn't matter. And when Ah see people do stupid things in a relationship, Ah judge, because you don't know what you've got. Ah hate to see people take that gift and squander it and that's what it felt like y'all were doing." Marie feel silent, breathing deeply as she watched the other occupant of the room. Finally, he spoke again before leaving.
"Prove me wrong."
Terry's eyes narrowed at the departing man's back and he pitched his voice to carry, the words vibrating from the power behind them. "I don't live my life in order to prove anything, Marie. You don't like me, that's not my problem. But I'll forgive you for it."
Marie sat on his yoga mat, legs crossed and eyes closed in concentration. This body wasn't bending quite as well as his usual one, but that was just because he wasn't used to maneuvering it. A little more concentration and Marie was able to slip into the next asana, a rather odd looking pose that involved placing one knee over his other leg and twisting the rest of his body in the opposite direction. Right as he'd gotten settled, the door to the gym opened and Marie opened his eyes at the sound.
The redhead who entered did so at a half-run, having already taken a turn around the mansion grounds to get warmed up. Sweat matted his grey Xavier's shirt to his chest and plastered curls to his flushed skin. He stopped dead when he saw Marie and rolled his eyes. His turn for the heavy bag managed to convey a hair toss without being too girly about it.
It took a second for Marie to recognize the man who'd walked in, but the eye roll flicked the switch in his brain. Scowling, he rose to his feet to transition into the next asana. Why did Terry have to come to the gym now? As Marie watched the redhead get started on the bag, he felt the need to be doing something other than yoga, so instead of starting the next asana, Marie walked over to the weight bench and started lifting. The bench.
Terry rolled his eyes again. Show off. Like there was anything impressive about using your powers. Everyone knew that Marie could bench a building. Deliberately, Terry turned his back on the other X-Man and started wrapping his hands, skipping the gloves for now. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin his work out.
Marie didn't know why the redhead was able to get under his skin so much. They'd been able to pull things together when they'd been sent to find the president's daughter, but even that had been a barely held together truce. Continuing through the rest of his set, Marie set the bench down, a sheen of sweat on his face. Looking at his new body, a small grin spread over his face and he pulled off his shirt. No wonder Logan sometimes worked out this way. It really was much more comfortable.
Terry beat out his irritation at sharing the room on the bag. It was stupid to react like this, Terry had never been the type to hold a grudge after all. But that didn't seem to stop him from wanting to kick Marie in the teeth. Just once or twice. It wouldn't do any permanent damage after all (more's the pity.) When Marie stripped off his shirt and looked smug about it, Terry huffed and kicked the bag. "Sure there's no one here as'll be impressed. Your boyfriend's run off to Canada."
"Least my husband didn't run off to play housewife in Ireland," Marie said, his voice purposefully calm in an attempt to bug Terry further. "The switch may be better for y'all," Marie continued. "After all, we already knew you were the one to wear the pants in the relationship." Marie wasn't sure why he was being so mean, but something in him told him the redhead deserved it.
"Aye, I doubt that Mr. Kane would ever choose to change his entire way of life in order to make you happy. It requires a lot of love and trust," Terry replied, his voice calm but his strikes on the bag ever more vicious. "So I can understand why you'd be having trouble understanding why Bobby would do this for me."
"You mean this is a decision y'all actually thought through and planned? Funny that your separation is the one you devoted the time to, while the marriage you just stumbled into accidentally," Marie said, the sweet smile on his face ruined by the hard look in his eyes. "Of course, you're right, Ah'm in no place to judge. After all, Ah couldn't manage to work things out with Bobby myself."
"You can get over the fact that I have him and you don't any time. Sure he choose in the end someone who could give him a proper family, not a wife he could never touch." Terry drew himself up straight, stepping away from the bag, arms held slightly out from his sides. "You can tell yourself what ever you want about my marriage. It's more than you'll ever have."
On a normal day, Terry's words would've been answered by a shower of tears perhaps held at bay long enough to allow Marie to flee the room, knocking the redhead down in the process. But today Marie's body was flowing with different hormones and Terry's words sparked a fire that had already been kindling, even without the resounding voices in him head telling him that the guy deserved a beating.
Marie's fist flashed out, aimed at Terry's jaw. Some small part of his brain forced him to use restraint so as not to hit the Irishman with the full force of his powers, but that didn't mean Marie didn't intend him to feel pain.
The punch caught Terry full on the jaw and even pulled Marie hit hard enough to shatter lesser bones. Luckily, Terry had an exceptionally hard head and he hit the floor in an automatically controlled fall. Rolling back to his feet, he spat blood from the bite on his tongue and dropped into a stance, "Typical," he snarled and launched himself back at Marie.
"Like you weren't lookin' for a fight," Marie said, ducking Terry's attack and circling around him to aim another blow, this one directed at his gut. "You've had a thing against me since the day we met. Never understood that, but Ah don't much care ta anymore."
Terry caught Marie's arm and pulled him forward, using his momentum to throw him over his hip. Which was easier when he had hips, true, but at least he had 8 more inches of height now. "You never cared in the first place. And I tried being nice to you. You're the one whose been mocking my marriage since day one."
Marie continued with the movement, using flight to stabilize himself and pull Terry along with him. Feet when up to the redhead's midsection in an effort to lift him up and flip him towards the gym wall. "Don't give me that crap," Marie said. "You didn't like me before your marriage. And Ah wouldn't have mocked it if you hadn't gone around proclaiming "Oops, Ah married Bobby in Vegas. Isn't that funny?"
Terry hit the mat hard and lay still for a second before getting back to his feet. Of course Marie was going to cheat and use his active powers. "Sure I didn't like when you came back acting like everything was the same. But I gave you a chance for Bobby's sake. I even participated in your stupid research." He beckoned the other man over, "We never proclaimed it. We only told the people we thought we could trust." His eyes narrowed, "Well, and you."
Marie held his fists up, not advancing on Terry. If the man wanted to fight, he could make his way over to Marie. "Sure seemed like you were tellin' everyone and their mother at the time. And what the hell do you mean acting like everything was the same? Nothing was the same. Nothing is ever the same." Truth be told, the fire inside Marie was started to grow cold and she was getting tired of dealing with Terry.
"I told Clarice. We told Scott and Ororo. Bobby told Angelo. I told Sean and you. My father, the teamleaders, our best friends--that's hardly everyone." Terry knew, dead to rights, exactly who had known when. "The reason that everyone else found out was that Marius overheard after he'd borrowed my hearing a bit." Since Marie was remaining where he was, Terry shook off his posture and straightened. "You came back. After all that had happened, after everything that had gone on, you came back and he was suddenly chummy as could be with you."
"He was my best friend," Marie said softly, though he didn't drop his guard. "He was the first guy my age not to look at me with fear once they found out what Ah could do. Even when things didn't work out between us, he was always there for me...so what was Ah supposed to do? Come back and ignore him? G-d Terry, Ah'm not competition."
Terry grimaced and ran a hand through sweat drenched curls, "I know that, Marie. I've known that for a long time. I don't like you because you treat my marriage like it's a mistake. I don't like anyone who does that." He shrugged, rolling his shoulders so they popped. "He is my husband. The ceremony may have been a joke but my marriage isn't. And you've no right to judge us for it."
"Don't Ah?" Marie said, hands finally dropping to his sides as he exhaled. "Most of y'all don't understand the gift you've got - you just take it for granted and barely think about it. But Ah think about it everyday. Everytime Ah see people touch - casual, angry, loving, it doesn't matter. And when Ah see people do stupid things in a relationship, Ah judge, because you don't know what you've got. Ah hate to see people take that gift and squander it and that's what it felt like y'all were doing." Marie feel silent, breathing deeply as she watched the other occupant of the room. Finally, he spoke again before leaving.
"Prove me wrong."
Terry's eyes narrowed at the departing man's back and he pitched his voice to carry, the words vibrating from the power behind them. "I don't live my life in order to prove anything, Marie. You don't like me, that's not my problem. But I'll forgive you for it."
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Date: 2007-05-02 02:49 pm (UTC)Such lies. Every single thing that's happened. Lies.
Well, except Pietro's cramps. Those are hysterical.
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