Vanessa and Amanda | Thursday morning
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xp_logsVanessa and Amanda keep tabs on a prospective person of interest in Central Park while the friends discuss fraternizing with coworkers and their future in porn.
"Adrienne thinks I should pin you to a wall and have my way with you," the shapechanger told her companion casually. Vanessa was peering over the blonde's shoulder at the man she was watching. A man she was fairly certain was working intel outside his own country. She wasn't really sure if he was anyone X-Force needed to be aware of, but he kept popping up around the city, including near a few people who were contacts of theirs she'd been out to visit in the past week.
Aoife's long, orangey red hair fell over her shoulder, brushing over Amanda where Vanessa was leaning against her. The tableau was caught somewhere between two girls gossiping and two girls flirting. Hm, maybe she should try to lean things more heavily toward the gossiping side of things if she didn't want to attract attention. Then again, nothing screamed working like not staring at the cute lesbian couple. Unless he was gay. Vanessa had him pegged for European but definitely very straight. It was possible she was wrong there, it just wasn't very probable.
"She does, does she?" Amanda replied after a moment spent coming back from the mental images that particular sentence provoked. Damn Vanessa and her highly distracting 'casual conversation' during stakeouts. "Any particular reason or she just likes to randomly picture her mates having sex?"
Vanessa shrugged. "I'm pretty sure she's of the opinion we both need to get laid and since we're both cute and into women we should lay each other? I told her I don't get involved with coworkers. Pretty sure that means she's forming an argument against that now." Her target was waiting for someone. Who? She wanted to peg him as southeastern European. Slavic maybe. Romanian was possible, too. Hm...
Amanda resisted rolling her eyes. She had wondered how much leeway she'd get before the suggestions she 'move on' came. "Well, if you're not into co-workers, then that's that, then, isn't it?" she replied, with just a hint of playful regret. "So I'll have to carry on. Somehow."
"Coworkers are complicated," Vanessa told her in Aoife's soft voice. "Aye, if things go bad it's downhill for loads of reasons. Always better to keep the personal and the professional separate. Loads can keep the two apart working with their significant someone, but most can't." Why was she explaining this so much? "We'd make amazingly hot porn, though, if we ever did decide to take out lusty desires on one another while running a camera, though." Aoife's head quirked to the side and she let her eyes wander over to Amanda from the man she'd been watching. "Fancy making a few hundred quid easy?"
"Bugger. You're being all sensible and I can't argue against that." Amanda poked her tongue out at Vanessa playfully. "And since you went from talking 'bout 'hot porn' - which I totally agree we'd be brilliant at, by the way - to making money, if it means snogging you, I'm all for it."
"So you'd snog me for profit? Brilliant! I like this plan." Aoife's green eyes slid to the side to catch Amanda's and she gave a little smirk. An eyebrow darted upward for a moment and a very light but suggestively placed hand danced fingertips up Amanda's thigh a bit. One of these days, Vanessa thought, she was surely going to hell.
Amanda grinned back, leaning forward to nuzzle Aoife's cheek. "So, where does the payment come in?" she asked. "You think your man over there will cough up for a show?"
"Come in after the camera, lovely." Vanessa giggled airily at all the nuzzling. "Aye, but we might want to do pre-camera rehearsal. Just to be sure we put on a good show." She stopped talking abruptly. Vanessa extended a leg across Amanda's lap and slipped into it so she could get a slightly better view of where her target was walking, and who was walking away from the area the man was walking toward. There had been a drop, she was sure, but she'd missed it because she'd been focused on the target. Damnit.
The witch automatically wrapped her arms around Aoife's waist, feeling the subtle change in tension. "Missed something, did we?" she murmured into the other woman's ear under the pretext of more nuzzling. "Split up and follow?"
"Mm," she nodded, the motion bringing her lips closer to Amanda's ear. "Aye, a drop methinks." Her eyes were tracking the man she was sure had left something. When she caught the target casually sitting down and opening a newspaper her eyes narrowed. "Definitely a drop. You tail the Slav and I'll wander after our new bloke? Slav's not picked it up yet, pretty sure it's under the bench he's on."
Vanessa pulled away from Amanda's ear so she could lean back and give the other woman an affectionate smile. It was followed by a sweet, playful kiss on her lips. "Watching me walk away's always so much fun, innit?" Another lighter kiss followed before she climbed off her friend. Vanessa's path to follow their new mystery man would take her past the Slav, hence the comment about watching her walk away. A wink and Vanessa was off, though for appearance's sake her hand slid down Amanda's arm, catching the other woman's fingers and holding onto them until Vanessa was too far to maintain the hold without moving backward.
"Bye, love," Amanda called after her with just the right note of playful regret and a blown kiss. Under the pretext of watching Aofie walk away, she watched as the Slav bent to tie his shoelace, letting his fingers drift under the bench as he straightened before tucking something into his jacket pocket. "Bingo," she murmured to herself, before busying herself with rummaging in her bag for something as the target stood and folded his newspaper with a glance around to see if he was being watched. She waited for him to walk away before rising herself, slinging her bag over her shoulder and glancing at her watch. Being ordinary, that was the key, and Amanda was well on the way to making "ordinary" an art form.
"Adrienne thinks I should pin you to a wall and have my way with you," the shapechanger told her companion casually. Vanessa was peering over the blonde's shoulder at the man she was watching. A man she was fairly certain was working intel outside his own country. She wasn't really sure if he was anyone X-Force needed to be aware of, but he kept popping up around the city, including near a few people who were contacts of theirs she'd been out to visit in the past week.
Aoife's long, orangey red hair fell over her shoulder, brushing over Amanda where Vanessa was leaning against her. The tableau was caught somewhere between two girls gossiping and two girls flirting. Hm, maybe she should try to lean things more heavily toward the gossiping side of things if she didn't want to attract attention. Then again, nothing screamed working like not staring at the cute lesbian couple. Unless he was gay. Vanessa had him pegged for European but definitely very straight. It was possible she was wrong there, it just wasn't very probable.
"She does, does she?" Amanda replied after a moment spent coming back from the mental images that particular sentence provoked. Damn Vanessa and her highly distracting 'casual conversation' during stakeouts. "Any particular reason or she just likes to randomly picture her mates having sex?"
Vanessa shrugged. "I'm pretty sure she's of the opinion we both need to get laid and since we're both cute and into women we should lay each other? I told her I don't get involved with coworkers. Pretty sure that means she's forming an argument against that now." Her target was waiting for someone. Who? She wanted to peg him as southeastern European. Slavic maybe. Romanian was possible, too. Hm...
Amanda resisted rolling her eyes. She had wondered how much leeway she'd get before the suggestions she 'move on' came. "Well, if you're not into co-workers, then that's that, then, isn't it?" she replied, with just a hint of playful regret. "So I'll have to carry on. Somehow."
"Coworkers are complicated," Vanessa told her in Aoife's soft voice. "Aye, if things go bad it's downhill for loads of reasons. Always better to keep the personal and the professional separate. Loads can keep the two apart working with their significant someone, but most can't." Why was she explaining this so much? "We'd make amazingly hot porn, though, if we ever did decide to take out lusty desires on one another while running a camera, though." Aoife's head quirked to the side and she let her eyes wander over to Amanda from the man she'd been watching. "Fancy making a few hundred quid easy?"
"Bugger. You're being all sensible and I can't argue against that." Amanda poked her tongue out at Vanessa playfully. "And since you went from talking 'bout 'hot porn' - which I totally agree we'd be brilliant at, by the way - to making money, if it means snogging you, I'm all for it."
"So you'd snog me for profit? Brilliant! I like this plan." Aoife's green eyes slid to the side to catch Amanda's and she gave a little smirk. An eyebrow darted upward for a moment and a very light but suggestively placed hand danced fingertips up Amanda's thigh a bit. One of these days, Vanessa thought, she was surely going to hell.
Amanda grinned back, leaning forward to nuzzle Aoife's cheek. "So, where does the payment come in?" she asked. "You think your man over there will cough up for a show?"
"Come in after the camera, lovely." Vanessa giggled airily at all the nuzzling. "Aye, but we might want to do pre-camera rehearsal. Just to be sure we put on a good show." She stopped talking abruptly. Vanessa extended a leg across Amanda's lap and slipped into it so she could get a slightly better view of where her target was walking, and who was walking away from the area the man was walking toward. There had been a drop, she was sure, but she'd missed it because she'd been focused on the target. Damnit.
The witch automatically wrapped her arms around Aoife's waist, feeling the subtle change in tension. "Missed something, did we?" she murmured into the other woman's ear under the pretext of more nuzzling. "Split up and follow?"
"Mm," she nodded, the motion bringing her lips closer to Amanda's ear. "Aye, a drop methinks." Her eyes were tracking the man she was sure had left something. When she caught the target casually sitting down and opening a newspaper her eyes narrowed. "Definitely a drop. You tail the Slav and I'll wander after our new bloke? Slav's not picked it up yet, pretty sure it's under the bench he's on."
Vanessa pulled away from Amanda's ear so she could lean back and give the other woman an affectionate smile. It was followed by a sweet, playful kiss on her lips. "Watching me walk away's always so much fun, innit?" Another lighter kiss followed before she climbed off her friend. Vanessa's path to follow their new mystery man would take her past the Slav, hence the comment about watching her walk away. A wink and Vanessa was off, though for appearance's sake her hand slid down Amanda's arm, catching the other woman's fingers and holding onto them until Vanessa was too far to maintain the hold without moving backward.
"Bye, love," Amanda called after her with just the right note of playful regret and a blown kiss. Under the pretext of watching Aofie walk away, she watched as the Slav bent to tie his shoelace, letting his fingers drift under the bench as he straightened before tucking something into his jacket pocket. "Bingo," she murmured to herself, before busying herself with rummaging in her bag for something as the target stood and folded his newspaper with a glance around to see if he was being watched. She waited for him to walk away before rising herself, slinging her bag over her shoulder and glancing at her watch. Being ordinary, that was the key, and Amanda was well on the way to making "ordinary" an art form.
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Date: 2009-12-11 03:31 am (UTC)Hellz yes she does! Yummeh! But there's nothing random about it, she's put a lot of thought into the Manda/Vee pairing. Though of course she will be demanding a video, or at least the clothes or bedsheets to read while she's in her bunk...