Kurt and Amanda - Sunday morning
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xp_logsCrashing on Kurt's couch, Amanda and Kurt have a serious chat that's derailed by a certain discovery.
For a moment when she awoke, Amanda thought she was back in Europe, travelling with Wanda and Marie-Ange and Farouk. Certainly she'd spent a considerable amount of time sleeping on couches. But as she slowly awoke and stuck her head out from under the blanket, memory returned - coming back to the States, the battle at Blue Area Mesa, Pete and the others... Amelia had kicked her out of the medlab late last night, insisting that Amanda go get some sleep somewhere that wasn't the waiting room chairs. She remembered being too tired to argue, and Kurt whisking her away to his suite without brooking a word of argument.
With a yawn, Amanda sat up, rubbing her eyes and grimacing at the state of her. There hadn't really been time for a shower - she'd come straight to the mansion after getting back, and she still reeked of sweat and burning and cordite from the gunfire. Maybe she'd use Kurt's shower before heading back down to medlab, or see if she'd left any clothes in Angelo's room.
There was a rustling from the other room, and a tousle-headed and shirtless Kurt emerged shortly. "Ah, I thought I heard you move. Good morning."
"Morning," she said, with a small smile for Kurt's bed-head. Then again, she probably wasn't much better. "Thanks for the crash space - I was kind of out of it last night."
"You were more than 'kind of'", he said, mock-stern. "You could barely stand. I am guessing you slept well?"
"More like passed out for..." she peered at her watch. "...nine hours?" She yawned again. "Guess I needed it." Certainly she felt more rested. "Any word on how people are doing?"
"As well as can be expected." He shrugged slightly. "There will have to be a great deal of adjustment, I think."
"When I saw them out there... Jay 'specially, he's not who he was before. They're going to need a lot of help." Amanda's expression darkened. "Pete's... not good. Not just physically. Something's really tearing him up."
"After what happened, I would be surprised if that were not true for all of them." He came over to sit on the arm of the couch, next to her shoulder. "They will get as much help as can be given."
"Or as much as they'll take, any way." Amanda leaned against Kurt's arm, bunching the blanket up around her. "So, if I asked really nicely, could the hospitality extend to a cup of tea and a shower? I stink."
"My shower is your shower", he said expansively, reaching around to squeeze her hand. "And the tea will be waiting for you when you come out."
"You're a marvel," she said with a grin, the expression easing some of the weariness in her face. "Too bad you were still taller than me as a girl, or I'd steal some of your clothes too, if you still had them." She began untangling herself from the blanket with difficulty - apparently she'd had bad dreams and tossed and turned a bit. Eventually, however, she managed, although she pulled up one of the couch cushions in the process. "Um, Kurt?" she said, reaching over and picking up a bra which had been lurking under the cushion. "You're not still wearing women's clothes, are you?"
"I never owned any", he started to say, then blinked at what was in her hand. "...ah. We did wonder where that had gone."
"'We'? As in, you and someone else?" Amanda looked at the bra. It was lacy and expensive-looking, something that Marie-Ange or Sofia might wear for a special occasion, perhaps. "Wow, I go awol for a couple of months and I really miss out the good stuff. Someone living here?"
"Not living", he said quickly. "It is not like that. But she... has been here. A few times."
"Well, I meant is she one of the mansion dwellers, but glad to know that at least." Amanda offered him the bra with a grin. "Let's see... Amara? No, she used to be a student of yours, so that's a no-no. Wait, Jane had gossip for me. You're dating Jane?"
"No!" He looked vaguely horrified by the idea. "She was a student in my time too, and she is... Jane. It would not be right."
"Yeah, you're right. 'S not really her style in bras..." Amanda gnawed her thumbnail, trying to think. "Hmm, 's not a lot of options left. That new woman Lil seems to be attached to Bishop pretty much. And Adrienne's out... I'm stumped."
"I do not know why you would think Adrienne is automatically out, but no, it is not her." He was starting to look more mischievous than embarrassed, enjoying the game. "You can think of no one else?"
"Adri's got this whole thing going on with Morgan. Or maybe Garrison. 'S hard to tell." Amanda shook her head. "Everyone else is married or with someone or used to be a student or is Monet. And you'd never date Monet - she's so not your type."
"...how do you know these things?" he demanded, only half-serious. "And you would be surprised. Not about the married or otherwise taken", he added hastily.
"I read the journals. And there's girly gossip nights." Then Amanda paused. "Wait, what? You and Monet?"
"Yes." He couldn't keep a slightly abashed tone out of his voice, try as he might. "It is... something... at least."
"You. And Monet." Amanda seemed slightly stunned. "Monet. And you." She shook her head slightly and looked up at him. "And you're happy with it? She's treating you all right?"
"She is not a demon", was the mild response. "And I am old enough to end the matter if I were not happy."
"I know, it's just... Monet. Queen of self-centeredness and shallow." Amanda gave her brother an apologetic look. "But you know what you're doing, I'm sure. Just... be careful, yeah? 'S not that I don't trust her, it's just she doesn't seem to be your type, is all."
"I know how she can be", Kurt tried to assure her. "And I would not have said she was, perhaps, but... stranger things have happened."
"You mean like dinosaurs in New York and people coming back from the dead?" She patted his arm. "All right, enough hassling you about your love life, Blue. I'd better go have that shower before I'm declared a bio-hazard or something."
"And I will go and start that tea." He made to rise. "Take as long as you need. I can always boil the kettle more than once."
The bra fell to the floor and she picked it up, offering it back to him. "You might want to get that back to Monet before someone else happens across it, too," she said, teasingly. Her mind was still adjusting to the idea of her brother and Miss Perfect together, but if Kurt was happy that was enough. He spent too much time alone.
But she was still going to have a sisterly talk with Monet.
For a moment when she awoke, Amanda thought she was back in Europe, travelling with Wanda and Marie-Ange and Farouk. Certainly she'd spent a considerable amount of time sleeping on couches. But as she slowly awoke and stuck her head out from under the blanket, memory returned - coming back to the States, the battle at Blue Area Mesa, Pete and the others... Amelia had kicked her out of the medlab late last night, insisting that Amanda go get some sleep somewhere that wasn't the waiting room chairs. She remembered being too tired to argue, and Kurt whisking her away to his suite without brooking a word of argument.
With a yawn, Amanda sat up, rubbing her eyes and grimacing at the state of her. There hadn't really been time for a shower - she'd come straight to the mansion after getting back, and she still reeked of sweat and burning and cordite from the gunfire. Maybe she'd use Kurt's shower before heading back down to medlab, or see if she'd left any clothes in Angelo's room.
There was a rustling from the other room, and a tousle-headed and shirtless Kurt emerged shortly. "Ah, I thought I heard you move. Good morning."
"Morning," she said, with a small smile for Kurt's bed-head. Then again, she probably wasn't much better. "Thanks for the crash space - I was kind of out of it last night."
"You were more than 'kind of'", he said, mock-stern. "You could barely stand. I am guessing you slept well?"
"More like passed out for..." she peered at her watch. "...nine hours?" She yawned again. "Guess I needed it." Certainly she felt more rested. "Any word on how people are doing?"
"As well as can be expected." He shrugged slightly. "There will have to be a great deal of adjustment, I think."
"When I saw them out there... Jay 'specially, he's not who he was before. They're going to need a lot of help." Amanda's expression darkened. "Pete's... not good. Not just physically. Something's really tearing him up."
"After what happened, I would be surprised if that were not true for all of them." He came over to sit on the arm of the couch, next to her shoulder. "They will get as much help as can be given."
"Or as much as they'll take, any way." Amanda leaned against Kurt's arm, bunching the blanket up around her. "So, if I asked really nicely, could the hospitality extend to a cup of tea and a shower? I stink."
"My shower is your shower", he said expansively, reaching around to squeeze her hand. "And the tea will be waiting for you when you come out."
"You're a marvel," she said with a grin, the expression easing some of the weariness in her face. "Too bad you were still taller than me as a girl, or I'd steal some of your clothes too, if you still had them." She began untangling herself from the blanket with difficulty - apparently she'd had bad dreams and tossed and turned a bit. Eventually, however, she managed, although she pulled up one of the couch cushions in the process. "Um, Kurt?" she said, reaching over and picking up a bra which had been lurking under the cushion. "You're not still wearing women's clothes, are you?"
"I never owned any", he started to say, then blinked at what was in her hand. "...ah. We did wonder where that had gone."
"'We'? As in, you and someone else?" Amanda looked at the bra. It was lacy and expensive-looking, something that Marie-Ange or Sofia might wear for a special occasion, perhaps. "Wow, I go awol for a couple of months and I really miss out the good stuff. Someone living here?"
"Not living", he said quickly. "It is not like that. But she... has been here. A few times."
"Well, I meant is she one of the mansion dwellers, but glad to know that at least." Amanda offered him the bra with a grin. "Let's see... Amara? No, she used to be a student of yours, so that's a no-no. Wait, Jane had gossip for me. You're dating Jane?"
"No!" He looked vaguely horrified by the idea. "She was a student in my time too, and she is... Jane. It would not be right."
"Yeah, you're right. 'S not really her style in bras..." Amanda gnawed her thumbnail, trying to think. "Hmm, 's not a lot of options left. That new woman Lil seems to be attached to Bishop pretty much. And Adrienne's out... I'm stumped."
"I do not know why you would think Adrienne is automatically out, but no, it is not her." He was starting to look more mischievous than embarrassed, enjoying the game. "You can think of no one else?"
"Adri's got this whole thing going on with Morgan. Or maybe Garrison. 'S hard to tell." Amanda shook her head. "Everyone else is married or with someone or used to be a student or is Monet. And you'd never date Monet - she's so not your type."
"...how do you know these things?" he demanded, only half-serious. "And you would be surprised. Not about the married or otherwise taken", he added hastily.
"I read the journals. And there's girly gossip nights." Then Amanda paused. "Wait, what? You and Monet?"
"Yes." He couldn't keep a slightly abashed tone out of his voice, try as he might. "It is... something... at least."
"You. And Monet." Amanda seemed slightly stunned. "Monet. And you." She shook her head slightly and looked up at him. "And you're happy with it? She's treating you all right?"
"She is not a demon", was the mild response. "And I am old enough to end the matter if I were not happy."
"I know, it's just... Monet. Queen of self-centeredness and shallow." Amanda gave her brother an apologetic look. "But you know what you're doing, I'm sure. Just... be careful, yeah? 'S not that I don't trust her, it's just she doesn't seem to be your type, is all."
"I know how she can be", Kurt tried to assure her. "And I would not have said she was, perhaps, but... stranger things have happened."
"You mean like dinosaurs in New York and people coming back from the dead?" She patted his arm. "All right, enough hassling you about your love life, Blue. I'd better go have that shower before I'm declared a bio-hazard or something."
"And I will go and start that tea." He made to rise. "Take as long as you need. I can always boil the kettle more than once."
The bra fell to the floor and she picked it up, offering it back to him. "You might want to get that back to Monet before someone else happens across it, too," she said, teasingly. Her mind was still adjusting to the idea of her brother and Miss Perfect together, but if Kurt was happy that was enough. He spent too much time alone.
But she was still going to have a sisterly talk with Monet.
