Amanda, Angelo - Saturday morning, early
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xp_logsThe morning after - a brief scene wherein the two As agree a vacation is needed.
Early morning sunlight drifted through the room, carrying with it the sound of surf and some very cheerful parrots. It touched on the couple curled up in the enormous bed together, and Amanda twitched and mumbled a little, turning to hide her face in Angelo's shoulder.
He blinked into the sunlight, then decisively closed his eyes again. "Too early for light."
"Hmm," came the sleepy response as Amanda snuggled closer - she'd missed waking up like this, sunlight and all. And she was still having the odd nightmare, which meant her sleep wasn't always perfectly restful. "We forgot to close the curtain." She chuckled a little. "And I think everyone decided to leave us to it."
"Or it's just not time for breakfast yet", he suggested, running a hand through her hair without looking. "Is summer, after all, an' they're civilised people here. Eat meals at reasonable times."
"Meals? Oh, you mean those things we're supposed to have regularly and forget 'cause of work," she teased, making a soft noise at the touch of his hand on her hair. Wrapping her arm around his waist more securely, she pressed a kiss to his neck. "'M glad I came, after all. Nearly didn't, but Wanda told me she'd throw me on the plane herself if I tried getting out of it."
"Good for Wanda", he said with an easy grin. "I'd've been tempted to play hermit myself, but... Medusa's a friend. I couldn't really do that."
"'S not her fault everyone's fucked up over being kidnapped," she agreed. "Now to get the nerve to leave the room, now I'm here." It was said as a joke, but there was a certain element of clinging in the way she was holding onto him. One thing to have Angelo see, completely another for the kids who had been there to see what had happened to her.
"Gotta go out sometime", he said, opening his eyes finally to look down at her. "An' you know I'll be there."
"Stop being sensible at me," she mock-complained, trying to hide her face in his shoulder again. "What if I wanna turn into one of those weird shut-in types, with the hundred cats and the collection of newspapers going back fifty years?"
He reached to turn her face up again, firm without being rough. "You don't. Nobody ever had any fun doin' that."
She wrinkled her nose at him, before leaning in to kiss him. "You're right. No turning into a mad old hermit and being eaten by cats," she said, when she pulled back. "And no hiding. But promise I'm allowed to run away and hide if I need to? Not for good, just a break?"
"Breaks are absolutely allowed", he agreed easily. "Just don't expect me to let you run away an' hide all on your own every time."
"Thanks, love. And I didn't think you'd let me go off on my own, not after me doing that to you for a week and us only just sorting that mess out." She looked up at him, lifting her hand to stroke his face. "You look tired," she observed, seeing it really for the first time. She'd been so caught up in her own pain. "Looks like you could use a break, more than just a couple of days at a royal party."
"'s been a long couple of weeks", he admitted, leaning into her hand. "An'... yeah, I probably could. Nate said I was owed a few weeks, if I just ask for them..."
"Then why don't you?" she suggested seriously. "You've been through hell these last couple of months - we both have - and I can cope for a couple of weeks if you need a break."
"Come with me", he countered, not entirely impulsively. He'd mentioned the possibility to Nathan when it had first come up, after all. "Like you said - we both have."
She paused... and couldn't come up with a single reason why not. It wasn't like she was back on active duty yet, and Illyana and Wanda could cope perfectly well with anything mystical that came up in terms of research. "All right," she replied, smiling slightly.
Early morning sunlight drifted through the room, carrying with it the sound of surf and some very cheerful parrots. It touched on the couple curled up in the enormous bed together, and Amanda twitched and mumbled a little, turning to hide her face in Angelo's shoulder.
He blinked into the sunlight, then decisively closed his eyes again. "Too early for light."
"Hmm," came the sleepy response as Amanda snuggled closer - she'd missed waking up like this, sunlight and all. And she was still having the odd nightmare, which meant her sleep wasn't always perfectly restful. "We forgot to close the curtain." She chuckled a little. "And I think everyone decided to leave us to it."
"Or it's just not time for breakfast yet", he suggested, running a hand through her hair without looking. "Is summer, after all, an' they're civilised people here. Eat meals at reasonable times."
"Meals? Oh, you mean those things we're supposed to have regularly and forget 'cause of work," she teased, making a soft noise at the touch of his hand on her hair. Wrapping her arm around his waist more securely, she pressed a kiss to his neck. "'M glad I came, after all. Nearly didn't, but Wanda told me she'd throw me on the plane herself if I tried getting out of it."
"Good for Wanda", he said with an easy grin. "I'd've been tempted to play hermit myself, but... Medusa's a friend. I couldn't really do that."
"'S not her fault everyone's fucked up over being kidnapped," she agreed. "Now to get the nerve to leave the room, now I'm here." It was said as a joke, but there was a certain element of clinging in the way she was holding onto him. One thing to have Angelo see, completely another for the kids who had been there to see what had happened to her.
"Gotta go out sometime", he said, opening his eyes finally to look down at her. "An' you know I'll be there."
"Stop being sensible at me," she mock-complained, trying to hide her face in his shoulder again. "What if I wanna turn into one of those weird shut-in types, with the hundred cats and the collection of newspapers going back fifty years?"
He reached to turn her face up again, firm without being rough. "You don't. Nobody ever had any fun doin' that."
She wrinkled her nose at him, before leaning in to kiss him. "You're right. No turning into a mad old hermit and being eaten by cats," she said, when she pulled back. "And no hiding. But promise I'm allowed to run away and hide if I need to? Not for good, just a break?"
"Breaks are absolutely allowed", he agreed easily. "Just don't expect me to let you run away an' hide all on your own every time."
"Thanks, love. And I didn't think you'd let me go off on my own, not after me doing that to you for a week and us only just sorting that mess out." She looked up at him, lifting her hand to stroke his face. "You look tired," she observed, seeing it really for the first time. She'd been so caught up in her own pain. "Looks like you could use a break, more than just a couple of days at a royal party."
"'s been a long couple of weeks", he admitted, leaning into her hand. "An'... yeah, I probably could. Nate said I was owed a few weeks, if I just ask for them..."
"Then why don't you?" she suggested seriously. "You've been through hell these last couple of months - we both have - and I can cope for a couple of weeks if you need a break."
"Come with me", he countered, not entirely impulsively. He'd mentioned the possibility to Nathan when it had first come up, after all. "Like you said - we both have."
She paused... and couldn't come up with a single reason why not. It wasn't like she was back on active duty yet, and Illyana and Wanda could cope perfectly well with anything mystical that came up in terms of research. "All right," she replied, smiling slightly.
