Daniel/Morgan/Vanessa and Adrienne

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Adrienne drops in on movie night to find it has already finished and Daniel is the only one left at the party.

Movie night turned out to be a good thing for everyone that showed up. People were generally happier and relaxed which was more than most of them had been in quite some time given all the upheaval in the mansion over the past few months. Jean-Paul had wandered off to bed when the kids were kicked out and since Laurie was mostly passed out Daniel had carried her back into her room, joking about whether or not her mother knew the eighteen year old allowed such attractive men in her bedroom. Everyone had either been kicked out due to their under eighteen status or chosen to go to bed anyway, which left Daniel cleaning up. It wasn't really a bother at all since when Adrienne had volunteered the suite Morgan had known it would come to this. Curiously, though, Adrienne had never shown up.

A minor crisis at the office had called Adrienne away from her plans to watch stupid movies with the students and other faculty members, and due to her own restrictions on the time limit, she guessed that most people would be gone by now. But maybe a few people were still around. She knocked on Morgan and Laurie's door impatiently.


Figuring someone had lost something most likely, or maybe wanted a movie they'd contributed to the stack back, Morgan's male self headed for the door with the stack of DVDs Daniel was currently holding still in hand. Opening the door, though, there was an Adrienne on the other side. He leaned very casually against the door frame and regarded her with an amused look. The tone matched the look and Daniel spoke to her with a perfect Venezuelan accent, "Ah, mi bella, so you do exist? I had wondered if you no longer loved me and were avoiding my presence. I was utterly heartbroken. You may ask the children, I was forced to console myself in the arms of another man."

"Ah, my future underwear model," Adrienne answered without missing a beat. "No, gorgeous, I was just at work going over contracts for you to sign so I can make you rich and famous and give you the choice of any man you could ever want." She wrinkled her nose as she stepped inside. "'Another' man? Are you implying I'm a man?"
Daniel slid an arm around Adrienne's waist without hesitation or thought. Daniel was slightly taller than Morgan was so it took a little adjusting to the height variation from what Morgan was used to. Since Daniel apparently only believed in shoes when he was going outside that helped. The door was closed with his foot quietly as he then led her further into the suite. "No, mi dulce, I should have said 'a man. My apologies for my poor phrasing." Adrienne got sad puppy eyes that asked for forgiveness. It was a very easy expression for Daniel to pull off. "What of your plans if I desire not fame and any man, but you?"
The arm around her waist had Adrienne reminding herself that this was Morgan. It wasn't a strange man putting his arms around her. It was Morgan in a suit. Playing a role. A really hot role. A really amusing role. She couldn't help but giggle. "You're shameless, Snickerdoodle. Really." She wasn't entirely comfortable with calling Morgan 'Daniel', since it seemed to reinforce the 'stranger' aspect of this odd situation, but it didn't seem fair to call the other person 'Morgan', either, since she knew Morgan wanted to be seen as a different personality when she was wearing a different body. So nicknames were the order of the evening. "If you desired me above fame and other men, you wouldn't have consoled yourself with another man while I was at the office. You would have pined for me and waited."

The DVD's were dropped onto a now vacant chair that had been occupied by some lounging student earlier, Morgan was sure. Adrienne was then pulled down onto the couch with Daniel, who seemed completely comfortable and at home with Adrienne nestled into his side. Morgan, however, was very aware of Adrienne's body language and was prepared to back off on the physical affection the moment it looked like the actions were too much for her coming from this body. "My sincerest apologies, mi dulce. I am a weak man. I could not have gone on and found comfort in the arms of another. I hope that one day I will earn your forgiveness."

"Well, I am a very charitable and caring woman now, so you might just have that forgiveness one day, my little panna cotta," Adrienne grinned. "Are we watching a movie or you want me to go get the Wii or something? And where is everyone else? You didn't kick everyone else out when I knocked so we could be alone, did you?"


"The movies are already here. Once the Genghis Khan love story and the cartoons are weeded out there may be something adequate left over. The Wii requires you to leave." Daniel pouted at her and pulled her closer as his other arm wrapped around her as well. His rested on her shoulder and he gave her pitiful eyes to get her to stay. "Sadly, I cannot take credit. I put Laurie to bed, the others were either underage and kicked out or decided they were too geriatric to remain awake any longer. It was very saddening."


She settled into the couch and against Morgan-as-Daniel's side. It was a little strange because the body against hers didn't feel like Morgan's, but she reminded herself again that it was still Morgan on the inside. "Did people have a good time? I'm sorry I missed it."


"Mm," Daniel nodded. "They did. Jean-Paul and I tormented them with sappiness, Laurie asked if I was a gay man, people brought food, threw food, fell in love with the stupid bat in that stupid Ferngully movie and I believe the token male student managed to get appropriated for pillow duty since it was the male role of the night, what with Jean-Paul and Kyle already serving such purposes. And they relaxed, which was the important part. They had fun and relaxed and for a few hours things were almost normal."

"Good," Adrienne smiled. "Laurie asked if you were a gay man?" she asked with a smirk. "Meaning, she didn't know who you were? Did she think Jean-Paul had brought a random boyfriend to movie night with him?"


"Laurie knew precisely who I am. She wasn't being serious, though I suppose it is a rather valid question. At the time I happened to be in Jean-Paul's lap and may have just kissed him." Daniel shrugged, head tilting a little to the side as he did. The gesture was much more nonchalant than it would have been if Morgan had done it.

The psychometrist smirked again. "You were in his lap kissing him? And now you're sitting on the couch with me instead of with him? Or in his bed?" she teased, drawing out the word like a taunting child. "Does that mean you aren't a gay man?" It was confusing, actually. Did Morgan like men and women no matter what mimic she was wearing?


"His response was that he was working on 'turning' me." The smirk Daniel wore was all Morgan. "However, my Canadian seems to be prematurely geriatric as he wanted to shuffle off to bed when the children did. I am only too awake for the moment and fear I'd keep him up, which would make him grumpier than usual in the morning."


"Turning you?" Now she was really confused. "Okay, I'm just going to ask the uncouth, churlish question. Do you like women when you're in a man mimic, and men when you're in a women mimic?" But she'd seen Morgan flirt with both Garrison and Amanda, which made her doubt that. "Or do you decide sexual preference with each mimic separately?"

"Depends." There was a temptation to leave it at that, honestly, but Adrienne would likely growl or glare or some such and it wasn't worth the amusement. "If the mimic is for purposes of impersonation then it depends on the original as they act as a template which ought to be replicated as closely as possible in personality, preferences and mannerisms. If the mimic is one that I have chosen for my own use as my body of choice then my mimic has all the same preferences and orientations as myself. Once in a while it is too dangerous due to the culture I am living in and do there have been times I have been heterosexual in practice and declaration, though not necessarily in truth. I vaguely recall being heterosexual once. Before." Before she'd had to whore herself to survive.

Adrienne pondered this as she flipped absently through television channels- she knew Morgan didn't like movies and she didn't think she could stay up through one right now, either. "So you're not sharing Jean-Paul's bed right now... because you're just not attracted to him sexually? Or it's just too soon?"


"If you're asking why I am, specifically, not busy enjoying carnal pleasure with him it's because those are the terms I set forth." Daniel's arms released their hold on Adrienne's waist and he flopped back against the couch. "I was propositioned for a date and sex, initially. I will not have sex with someone I'm not in a relationship with. Or, well, I could be persuaded to consider other situations in which I may decide to but a one night stand is out of the question."

"Well, Christ, don't get all defensive," Adrienne mumbled, too weary from the day to actually sound offended. "I figured you had terms, that's why I asked if it was too soon. I had you pegged for the relationship sort, actually, so I wanted confirmation of that." It suited Morgan's moral core, and the fact that she was a former whore who spoke rather bitterly about that part of her past. Adrienne wasn't surprised at all. "I don't have the energy right now to fight with you," she added.


"I wasn't being defensive," she pointed out. "I was merely explaining." Just like that, though, the mimic was dropped and it was just Morgan lounging there in Daniel's baggy tee shirt and his jeans that were too big for her slender hips. "But Daniel's so fucking formal about everything and I can't help but talk that way when I wear him. To put it more plainly, I'm not fucking Jean-Paul, to his great dismay, because I am the relationship sort in terms of sexual activity. Though, I'm actually not sure if I'm the relationship sort in general, which is going to be to Sam Guthrie's great dismay when I finally break down and admit it for certain." Morgan shrugged and shifted so her legs laid across Adrienne's lap.

Adrienne pouted when Morgan shifted out of Daniel's form, but she also felt herself breathing easier. She wasn't afraid of Daniel, but being alone with him made her nervous because she'd sensed some possessiveness when she'd been talking to Jean-Paul about him. That irked her, because of course people didn't own other people- that was wrong and could only lead to awful things- and normally Adrienne wouldn't be nervous about spending time with someone she wanted to. But the issue was complicated in her mind by the fact that Jean-Paul had basically created Daniel. Adrienne didn't think Jean-Paul would actually do anything to her if she spent time with Daniel, but it was in her nature to be nervous nonetheless. Something to work on in future. "So you don't think you'll be able to make a go of it with Sam?" she asked casually, wanting to give her friend a chance to use her as a sounding board to express her thoughts, without giving Morgan her personal opinion on the matter of whether or not she thought Morgan was the relationship sort 'in general.'


Morgan shrugged. "I dunno. I've never had a relationship. I've loads of experience with people sexually or borrowing their already established relationships while impersonating someone. It's a different thing to have your own and have to stick it, y'know? Maybe I'm not capable. Maybe I'm too tainted by all my other 'experiences' to have one of my own. A normal one, anyway. I don't even know how to have a relationship except in theory." It was something Morgan thought was pretty obvious, but then it might not have been.

Blowing out a nervous breath, Adrienne made a face. "I don't really know what to say to that," she admitted. "Maybe Amanda would? I think she has something resembling one of those normal relationship things I've heard about." Frowning, she leaned over to inspect the bowls scattered around the coffee table, looking for food. "I thought I had a relationship. If that was what a relationship was, I don't ever want another one," she laughed wryly. "I don't think I know how to have one, either."


"I think there's still popcorn in that one," Morgan pointed to the one that she thought had the caramel popcorn in it. "Kyle made it. I think it was Kyle anyway." She scooted down so that her head could hang over the arm of the couch, though she tried to keep the rest of her out of Adrienne's lap except for the legs already draped across it. "If only we wanted to date each other, then all our relationships potential woes would be solved," she joked.

Grabbing up the bowl, Adrienne settled back against the couch and shifted, nudging Morgan over and wriggling in between Morgan and the back of the couch, balancing the popcorn bowl on the blue woman's stomach as she leaned on one arm and picked popcorn out of the bowl with the other. "You think two wrongs can make a right?" she asked, no malice in her voice. Just curiosity.


"I think it depends on the wrongs. And it depends on the right. But maybe. Probably. I dunno. Maybe it's more a matter of having two wrongs figuring it out together instead of having to live up to someone else's idea of right. 'Cause, you know, people have all these ideas about what a relationship's supposed to be. How it's supposed to work. What it's supposed to do. If, for example, you've got two people who haven't a fucking clue what any of that is maybe they can make something up that works for them and tells society it can stuff their expectations." She shrugged a little.

Looking down at the bowl on her stomach, Morgan wrinkled her nose. Her gaze went between the bowl and Adrienne and back again. Then she picked the bowl up, placed it on the ground and slid an arm under Adrienne's waist. The brunette was scooped up and rolled over Morgan's body while the blue woman scooted to the back of the couch. They ended up with Morgan's back against the back cushions and on her side. Adrienne wound up tucked in close to Morgan who grabbed the bowl and set it in the dip between their hips.

Adrienne gave a perfunctory cry out in protest, but ended up giggling. She chucked a few pieces of popcorn at the face now very close to her own. "That makes sense, I suppose," she mused. "About figuring it out together. Telling society to stuff their expectations is probably harder, though."


The nose wrinkled back up and Morgan went searching for the kernel of popcorn that landed on her shoulder, trying to nab it with her tongue. She failed and eventually ceased her attempts and just relaxed. A hand picked the bowl back up as she draped a leg over Adrienne's hips and it was placed back down in the curve created from Morgan's stomach to thigh. "I guess it depends on how much society means to you." She frowned and made quite a show of sighing. "Clearly you can never be my one and only, then. You'd never let me tell society to stuff their expectations of us."

Snorting indignantly, Adrienne made a face. "You don't know me as well as you think you do, Snickerdoodle. Just because I never went public with what my father and my husband did to me doesn't mean society means everything to me. I said it would be hard, I never said I wouldn't tell society to stuff itself if I felt I had the right reason. When I'm proud of something, I don't hide it, and if it's my private life that the public's not buying into, why should I care, so long as they keep adoring me for something, like my business sense or impeccable taste in shoes? Besides, there's a difference between being discreet and being ashamed." She chewed more popcorn thoughtfully. "The reason it would never work between us is because you wouldn't be able to handle all the shopping and the concerts and parties," she grinned.

"You're wrong about the concerts and parties. That I could handle if I were at your side," she corrected rather softly. "You're right about the shopping, though. But, then, you don't really need me along for that anyway, do you?" Though it seemed like just the sort of punishment Adrienne would have for when Vanessa had really mucked something up. A forgotten birthday, perhaps. Or being out of town when Adrienne was displaying a new line for her company.

She wasn't really sure when it had happened, but obviously Vanessa had gotten distracted at some point. The realization hit that she'd been staring at Adrienne's mouth. As soon as she'd become aware of that fact, though, she merely closed that small amount of space and kissed the other woman gently. "Sorry," she didn't sound sorry when their lips parted. "It just really seemed like something that needed to be done right then."

"That's okay," Adrienne said easily, not bothered. Vanessa had kissed her before. It wasn't unpleasant or scary. "What if I nagged you all the time to model for the company?" she teased, enjoying this whole 'what if' scenario they were playing with.


"I'm not modeling for you," she said with finality. "Not in my own body, which probably wouldn't go over too well, or in Daniel's. Aoife is too short." Poor Aoife was only five-foot-four. She was a special case because Vanessa had acquired permission from the original to use her body however she like so long as the real girl didn't end up in jail over anything.

"How come you think your own body wouldn't go over too well?" She ran a finger up Morgan's arm, smiling. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's actually really sexy. What if I wanted to expand the company into mutant modelling?"


There was a very faint purpling of Vanessa's cheeks when Adrienne used the word "Sexy" in reference to the mercenary. "I don't see the glowing red eyes going over well and I refuse to wear contacts. Besides, I am not strutting about in barely any clothing just so you can make money off my tits, cupcake. Not happening. Not the life I want."

"I wouldn't be the one making the money," she pointed out, making small circles on the blue arm, delighted that she had made Vanessa blush since it was quite the reversal from their usual roles. "It would be for charity, all of it. I'd just get the PR." It was an idea she'd been toying with since she'd met Jean-Paul in person. Mutants were sexy. "But if it's not the life you want then I'm the last one who's going to seriously push you," she added with a dramatic sigh.


"I don't like the attention." It was all the explanation she would give Adrienne. In truth, it felt a little like whoring and while being wanted for her own body would be a change of things it was all still a little too shallow for her to be comfortable with it.

Sensing discomfort, Adrienne put the popcorn bowl on the floor so she could curl in closer to Vanessa. "Is it alright if I just give you attention myself, then, without the PR? That cool?" She didn't think when Vanessa said she didn't like the attention that she was meaning any kind of attention at all, but she just wanted to make sure. It wasn't like she was throwing herself at Morgan or Vanessa anyway, but it was important to her to know that she wasn't making the blue woman uncomfortable by staying here with her, like this.


When Adrienne curled in closer Vanessa's leg hitched up higher on the woman's hip and curled around her body further, holding her in where Adrienne had settled. Her arm soon followed, sliding around the smaller woman's waist with her hand then sliding up her back to rest lightly in the middle. "Just you? Yeah, I think I'm fine with that." The smile was faint, and it was certainly a Vanessa smile rather than a Morgan one. A very faint hint of playfulness was in her voice, but it was hard to detect with how quiet Vanessa was being.

"Good to know," Adrienne grinned, nuzzling Vanessa's neck. "'Too tired to move," she whined softly. "Can we stay here and sleep on your couch tonight?"


"Yeah, love." Vanessa kissed the top of Adrienne's head as she reached back and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. She did the best she could to spread it over the pair of them without moving. The effort required some help from her foot with the positioning at the bottom, but she managed it alright. "We can stay here." She pulled Adrienne in closer and settled in, letting the remaining mess in the suite wait until tomorrow.