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xp_logsIt's all getting too much - Amanda goes to Manny to ask a favour.
Manuel is dragged out of a very interesting set of dreams starring himself, several of the more attractively-rounded attendees of Xavier's School, and unending devotion to his every whim. So his mood isn't the best when he staggers to the door, stark naked, to peek through the viewhole. ~Piss off!~ he says in Castillian.
"Don't be a prat," is the hissed reply. "Just open the fucking door before someone hears me."
"Amanda?" he says, this time in English. "What the bloody fuck do -you- want? Never mind, I can guess. Hold on a second." He pauses for a few seconds, then the door is unlocked and opened, revealing a mussed sleepy Spaniard in a hastily-donned robe - and nothing else. "Get in here!"
She doesn't need to be told twice. She slips in, closes the door, and leans against it as if too weary to hold herself up any more. Looking at her, that impression could be correct - her face is pale, and there are dark circles under her eyes. She's lost weight, too - her jeans and shirt are hanging off her.
Manuel motions towards the bed with a wicked gleam in his eye. "You feel terrible." he comments. "Care to explain?"
Amanda looks up at him through the hair hanging over her face. "Right now, no. I just... I don't want t' feel like this. It's too much." She pushes herself upright, reaches out to touch the skin of Manuel's chest. "Can you do that? Make me not feel?"
Manuel hrmmed. "I could, yes. What's in it for me?"
She sighs. "You know what's in it for you," she says, her voice defeated. He wants to play games - she can feel his amusement through their link - but tonight she's not playing.
Manuel feels the flatness of her mood, her lack of interest, and curiosity overrides it - for now. "So what brought all of this on? The reaction to your delightful little potion? Are they giving you too rough of a time?"
She moves past him to sit wearily on the bed. "That's some of it, yeah. Every time I think I'm startin' t' fix things, I get reminded how much me little prank fucked people over. But that's not all of it. It's Marko. He's found a way t' shield himself. I ain't had any of the good stuff since last week."
Manuel winces. "I take it the oaf was your ... source?" he says understandingly. "That's rough. I can take away the bad feelings, yes, but..."
"Just for tonight. There's too much, everyone expects me t' just take all their shite, an' I can't. I need a break, is all." She looks up at him. "You did it before, remember? After that whole potion mess."
Manuel smiles. "Because you have been there for me when I needed you, and because you're stunning bent over my desk, I will do this for you." he says. "Now, sit down here and don't move around too much. Try to calm your mind as much as you can."
Amanda nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. "Thanks. I mean it... but I don't need t' tell you that." She moves to the indicated spot and sits, closing her eyes and trying to calm the turmoil in her head as much as she can.
Manuel gives the tormented sorceress a few moments to collect herself (and to admire her braless upper body through her thin clothes) before reaching out with his power. He studies her emotional aura, noting the preponderance of blacks, browns, and greys. In his mind, he tries to paint them all back to no color at all, but as soon as he changes one feeling, the change is undone by the intensity of her black depression.
He's having trouble - she can feel it. With him actively using his power, the link he'd established during the shared high seems to be getting stronger. Manuel grunts at the strain, as he redoubles his efforts. But he keeps getting doubled feedback from the link, and the effort to deal with that means that he is incapable of making the change that he'd like to make. "This isn't working" he spits from clenched teeth. "You're fighting me."
"Not on purpose," Amanda replies, wincing as his pain bounces back to her.
Manuel redoubles his efforts, for once really pushing his limits. The amount of raw power he's using is - frightening, in a word. Power enough to make crowds dance and sing, power enough to divert mobs, power to crack minds open like eggshells, leaving the personality inside begging for relief. But not power enough to fight a tight bond and change a deep-seated emotion.
"Manny, stop!" The amount of effort he's using frightens her - she can feel the pain it's causing and the last thing she wants is another broken person on her conscience. He doesn't seem to hear her, so she uses the only way she knows to get his undivided attention - she stands up and grabs his face in her hands, kissing him thoroughly. Manuel's projecting a whole lot of empathic force, so when Amanda kisses him, he loses his focus on changing her depression and instead channels it all into lust. White-hot all-encompassing emotion, burning both teens to their cores.
Amanda gasps as the wave of emotion hits her, almost losing her balance and having to grab his shoulders to keep upright. It's a rush almost as powerful as the one she got from Cain, and it drives away all thought. Tightening her hands on his shoulders, she pulls him in for another kiss.
Manuel doesn't fight the kiss, returning like for like. But somewhere in the back of his mind, a little boy is crying that this was wrong. He also doesn't let up on the torrent of emotion that he's projecting into her mind, causing the link between them to flare up to a near-merge.
She can't think. All she can do is feel, and want. Whimpering in the back of her throat with the overwhelming power of her need, she slips her
hands under the edges of his robe, yanking it off his shoulders.
What she feels, he feels. And right now, he wants as bad as she does. So instead of permitting her the luxury of a slow disrobe, he tore at her clothing, trying to remove it by sheer force of will alone.
Manuel is dragged out of a very interesting set of dreams starring himself, several of the more attractively-rounded attendees of Xavier's School, and unending devotion to his every whim. So his mood isn't the best when he staggers to the door, stark naked, to peek through the viewhole. ~Piss off!~ he says in Castillian.
"Don't be a prat," is the hissed reply. "Just open the fucking door before someone hears me."
"Amanda?" he says, this time in English. "What the bloody fuck do -you- want? Never mind, I can guess. Hold on a second." He pauses for a few seconds, then the door is unlocked and opened, revealing a mussed sleepy Spaniard in a hastily-donned robe - and nothing else. "Get in here!"
She doesn't need to be told twice. She slips in, closes the door, and leans against it as if too weary to hold herself up any more. Looking at her, that impression could be correct - her face is pale, and there are dark circles under her eyes. She's lost weight, too - her jeans and shirt are hanging off her.
Manuel motions towards the bed with a wicked gleam in his eye. "You feel terrible." he comments. "Care to explain?"
Amanda looks up at him through the hair hanging over her face. "Right now, no. I just... I don't want t' feel like this. It's too much." She pushes herself upright, reaches out to touch the skin of Manuel's chest. "Can you do that? Make me not feel?"
Manuel hrmmed. "I could, yes. What's in it for me?"
She sighs. "You know what's in it for you," she says, her voice defeated. He wants to play games - she can feel his amusement through their link - but tonight she's not playing.
Manuel feels the flatness of her mood, her lack of interest, and curiosity overrides it - for now. "So what brought all of this on? The reaction to your delightful little potion? Are they giving you too rough of a time?"
She moves past him to sit wearily on the bed. "That's some of it, yeah. Every time I think I'm startin' t' fix things, I get reminded how much me little prank fucked people over. But that's not all of it. It's Marko. He's found a way t' shield himself. I ain't had any of the good stuff since last week."
Manuel winces. "I take it the oaf was your ... source?" he says understandingly. "That's rough. I can take away the bad feelings, yes, but..."
"Just for tonight. There's too much, everyone expects me t' just take all their shite, an' I can't. I need a break, is all." She looks up at him. "You did it before, remember? After that whole potion mess."
Manuel smiles. "Because you have been there for me when I needed you, and because you're stunning bent over my desk, I will do this for you." he says. "Now, sit down here and don't move around too much. Try to calm your mind as much as you can."
Amanda nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. "Thanks. I mean it... but I don't need t' tell you that." She moves to the indicated spot and sits, closing her eyes and trying to calm the turmoil in her head as much as she can.
Manuel gives the tormented sorceress a few moments to collect herself (and to admire her braless upper body through her thin clothes) before reaching out with his power. He studies her emotional aura, noting the preponderance of blacks, browns, and greys. In his mind, he tries to paint them all back to no color at all, but as soon as he changes one feeling, the change is undone by the intensity of her black depression.
He's having trouble - she can feel it. With him actively using his power, the link he'd established during the shared high seems to be getting stronger. Manuel grunts at the strain, as he redoubles his efforts. But he keeps getting doubled feedback from the link, and the effort to deal with that means that he is incapable of making the change that he'd like to make. "This isn't working" he spits from clenched teeth. "You're fighting me."
"Not on purpose," Amanda replies, wincing as his pain bounces back to her.
Manuel redoubles his efforts, for once really pushing his limits. The amount of raw power he's using is - frightening, in a word. Power enough to make crowds dance and sing, power enough to divert mobs, power to crack minds open like eggshells, leaving the personality inside begging for relief. But not power enough to fight a tight bond and change a deep-seated emotion.
"Manny, stop!" The amount of effort he's using frightens her - she can feel the pain it's causing and the last thing she wants is another broken person on her conscience. He doesn't seem to hear her, so she uses the only way she knows to get his undivided attention - she stands up and grabs his face in her hands, kissing him thoroughly. Manuel's projecting a whole lot of empathic force, so when Amanda kisses him, he loses his focus on changing her depression and instead channels it all into lust. White-hot all-encompassing emotion, burning both teens to their cores.
Amanda gasps as the wave of emotion hits her, almost losing her balance and having to grab his shoulders to keep upright. It's a rush almost as powerful as the one she got from Cain, and it drives away all thought. Tightening her hands on his shoulders, she pulls him in for another kiss.
Manuel doesn't fight the kiss, returning like for like. But somewhere in the back of his mind, a little boy is crying that this was wrong. He also doesn't let up on the torrent of emotion that he's projecting into her mind, causing the link between them to flare up to a near-merge.
She can't think. All she can do is feel, and want. Whimpering in the back of her throat with the overwhelming power of her need, she slips her
hands under the edges of his robe, yanking it off his shoulders.
What she feels, he feels. And right now, he wants as bad as she does. So instead of permitting her the luxury of a slow disrobe, he tore at her clothing, trying to remove it by sheer force of will alone.
