Log: Lil and Jean-Paul

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In the gym, Lil and Jean-Paul discuss the blonde's expected arrival.


She needed something to keep her focus. Something to keep her mind from wandering over the fun she'd had that weekend (minus being blinded in the damn Danger Room) and what was still yet to come. First the excitement of Vikks' visit and now the new arrival she'd been waiting for was finally on its way. Lil smiled to herself as she worked the pair of forty pound dumbbells, humming softly and off key.

"Diamond Lil is up early and in a good mood. Should I be fleeing for the border?" Jean-Paul exited the men's locker room, his hair still damp from the shower, and offered Lil a grin. "Ca va, Lil?"

A happy laugh sounded as Lil flashed a bright smile at the speedster. "Don't head North; still got plans to end up there. But I don't think Mexico's safe, either. Not in a few hours at least." Hell on wheels with the whole country to explore. Provided she could get the time off. After the accident in the Danger Room the day before the blonde was getting antsy and the motorcycle that was scheduled to pull up later that day was her ticket out.

"Are we stepping up the invasion plans? Can I have a harem once we annex New York?" Jean-Paul leaned against the weight bench, obviously curious.

"Why not? All the boys you can find. Me and my expected bundle of joy will leave you to your pleasures." The forty pounders were replaced by a pair of fifties.

The speedster did a double-take at her choice of words. "Now you are just fucking with me. Shame on you, Lillian."

Lil cackled again, shaking her head so the ponytail swung. "You may be cute and provide me with lots of food, Speedy, but you're never gonna get the pleasure of me fucking with you. All the same, my baby is on the way."

Jean-Paul smirked and decided to play along. He circled Lil thoughtfully, regarding her like a painting on display. "Hmm. Options, options. It will either show up tall, dark, and handsome or reedy and too smart for its own good. Should I start a betting pool?"

The blonde's brow drew and she frowned at her fellow countrymen. "Reedy?"

"Ninety pounds when soaking wet," Jean-Paul supplied helpfully, prepared to dodge.

And dodge he needed to do if he didn't want to get smacked by a swinging dumbbell. "For your information, you ass, my baby girl is big and beautiful just like her Momma. Long lines, lots of muscle and one hell of a ride."

"And this is where I act appalled, non?" He skimmed backward like a waterbug, coming to light on the weightbench behind Lil. "Confess -- what are you anticipating?"

"A 2008 Harley Davidson Softail," Lil admitted, planting the weights on her hips as she beamed at Jean-Paul. "V-twin engine, custom pipes and wheels. I owe Wanda drinks for life only because I don't think she'd have any use for my firstborn."

Jean-Paul laughed. "It sounds like true love already. It sounds like you are going to get the hell out of Dodge as soon as it shows up."

She nodded. "First chance I get, I am taking a very looong ride to God knows where. Won't stay away too long though; wouldn't wanna leave you pining and nursing your broken heart."

"You are so kind to me, Lil." Jean-Paul stepped off of the bench. "You know perfectly well that I am just not myself unless there is a woman in the immediate vicinity with an eye on causing me bodily harm. I understand that some people actually have to pay for that sort of attention."

"And good money, too. I should start charging you." Lil's gaze traveled up and down the length of hid body. "I'd offer to wear leather but you are a little too fond of trying to get me out of it."

"Those were very nice pants and you were going to get salt stains on them," Jean-Paul pointed out. "That was a rescue mission."

"I wasn't the one who almost got salt stains on them," Lil countered, dropping the weights onto the ground and took a step closer to him. "You were the one who couldn't handle the body shots."

"You were tickling me! How was I supposed to hold anything steady?"

Lil rolled her eyes but continued to smirk at him. "How was I supposed to know the back of your neck was that sensitive?"

"If I had known you could do that with your toes, I would have ducked." Jean-Paul shook his head. "I cannot believe there have not been pictures and blackmail demands yet."

"Well, I tried to get everyone as sloshed as possible so hopefully they were too far gone to work their cameras properly," she suggested. "Or they are waiting for more proof that we're having some torrid love affair."

"People here do have no sense of propriety," Jean-Paul agreed, trying to pull a serious face. "We should probably stop spending so much time alone together."

"Oh, now that's just heartbreaking!" Lil pouted as she grabbed a towel from her bag and hung it around her shoulders. "But I suppose you having your harem and me my baby, our schedules would become rather hectic and full."

"We shall arrange playdates for them and trade long, smoldering glances across your custom pipes." Jean-Paul tipped her a wink and headed for the door.

Lil laughed again and collected her bag, prepared to follow him out after putting the weights away. "Oh, well, as long as you've got it all figured out, that's fine by me, Sweetie."