xp_logs | Kurt and Jubilee, Friday night

Kurt picks Jubilee up at the airport and they make plans for the weekend. And make out in the back of a taxi.

Kurt hadn't really been emerging from his room much, graduation day aside, but he'd had to make an exception when he got Jubilee's call. He was standing at the barrier with all the other assorted friends, family and hired drivers who always met landing planes, waiting for her to appear.

Unusually, he was wearing his image inducer, having not been quite comfortable to come out into such a crowded place without it, but he'd made sure to tell her so, and was wearing his collar pins for recognition's sake.

It had been a long flight, even if she'd gotten over grumbling about flying economy a long time ago, it didn't mean it wasn't still a pain in the arse to be flying for so long and then have to acclimatise to New York conditions again. She'd asked Kurt to pick her up from the airport because she figured swanning off to the middle of nowhere with basically no contact whatsoever after only a short time dating probably needed some kind of apology, even if she knew he accepted her job and the fact that she needed to be away.

She'd give Remy a run-down of everything as soon as she got back to work in the morning, but for now she was just happy to spot him in the crowd, as much by his movements and stance as by the pin he was wearing. She hiked the backpack she was wearing up higher and launched herself into his arms, giving him an enthusiastic kiss in greeting. If you couldn't behave like an eighteen year old at times like this, then when could you?

Kurt broke into a grin when he saw her and had just drawn breath for a greeting when she was in his arms, and then the only thing to do was kiss her until they had to come up for air. "I missed you too", he told her, amused.

"Of course you did, I'm awesome," Jubilee noted with a grin, stepping back and pushing her backpack higher on her back. "Where'd you park?"

"I cannot drive, meine Feuerwerkin, you know that", he said patiently with a grin in response. "We are taking a cab. A nice one, pre-booked."

"I blame it on jetlag," Jubilee noted with a shrug as she gestured for him to lead the way. "That and not getting enough sleep for three weeks at a time, you totally can not expect me to remember anything after that. Except maybe 'Hello, my name is Jubilee, take me to your coffee.'"

"Quite understandable", Kurt agreed cheerfully. "And there is certainly time to get coffee on the way, although it would be airport coffee and possibly not the highest quality. I have good coffee at home."

"Home sounds pretty good right now," Jubilee replied, insinuating herself under his arm with an easy movement as they walked, being short had its privileges at times, as did being flexible. "If I'm nice, will there be bacon in my future?"

Kurt visibly did an inventory of what was in the various mansion kitchens he could get into, then nodded. "I think bacon can be arranged. Possibly even eggs."

"I suppose eggs are also acceptable, as long as there's also bacon, and maybe a hamburger....Ooh, and fries. Tell me there will be fries," Jubilee replied, having spent much of the past week dreaming about various foodstuffs she could not get where she'd been. It wasn't that the food was bad, it was quite good, but nothing was quite as good to her palate as an American hamburger.

"I do not have any hamburgers and fries in my kitchen", he said mock-apologetically, "but probably there are in the main one. Or we could go to a hamburger place of your choice."

"Obviously we are going to need to stock your kitchen better," Jubilee noted in a mock serious tone. "It's like, number one rule of dating an energy projector. Always have all the food."

"Noted", Kurt said with a laugh, squeezing her hand. "By the way, North tells me you like German food and raided his kitchen for it. I would be happy to cook that for you."

"You cook?" Jubilee asked, a little surprised although she wasn't sure why she should be. It wasn't like she knew absolutely everything about every person living at the mansion, especially not since she'd moved into the Brownstone and taken the opinion that the less she knew, really knew about the mansion people, the safer her heart would probably be if she ever had to make one of those 'cold equation' choices. "And the answer to your question is definitely a yes, both for the liking of German food, and for the cooking of it by you for me, if you want to, of course."

"I have even been teaching Layla to cook German dishes in exchange for her working well in class", he told her casually. "My mother - meaning Margali, of course - felt it was important for all of us to be self-sufficient should we need to be, so Stefan and I were in charge of one meal a week. I find it quite relaxing."

"You're full of surprises, Fuzzy," Jubilee noted, absently sliding her thumb back and forth over the fingers of the hand he held hers with as they walked. She leant into his side, resting her head against his shoulder for a second before going back to a more casual posture. "I like that in a guy."

He smiled down at her as they approached the taxi waiting area, where something that wasn't exactly a limo but was certainly one or two steps above a yellow cab was idling at the kerb. "Then I will do my best to keep surprising you."

"Can't go wrong with that," Jubilee replied, but she reached up to give him another quick kiss before heading toward the back of the taxi to place her backpack in the boot. "Now, get your butt in the taxi so I can take you home and show you exactly how much I missed you these last three weeks."

Kurt laughed, leaned down to briefly speak to the driver with the address, then slid into the car and pulled the screen across between back and front. "You, my dear, are very distracting."

"I would hope so," Jubilee replied, sliding in beside him and shutting the door. "Or I'm like, totally losing my edge."

She shuffled over, running a hand up over his shoulder and then upwards further till her fingers reached the tip of one pointed ear, before following the same path with delicate kisses.

His ears, as she had already learned, were highly sensitive and he shivered pleasantly at the sensation, tipping his head both to allow her better access and to press a series of kisses to her exposed throat.

"God I missed this," Jubilee said after some time, she was breathing a little more deeply now, her fingers buried under Kurt's shirt as she brushed her hand along the soft fur of his chest, silk across the steel of the muscle she could feel beneath. "Fuzzy, you may not be able to walk in the morning, just sayin'."

His hands had slipped under the hem of her shirt in turn, running across her stomach and up. "You do not have to go back to work tomorrow, yes? Perhaps we should stay in bed."

"Hmm," Jubilee hummed, more a placeholder noise as she concentrated more on what his fingers were doing currently than making coherent speech. "I think we could do that."

She squeaked suddenly, squirming as he touched a ticklish spot.

Kurt's eyes lit up with amusement and he didn't take his fingers away. "Then I will monopolise you for the rest of the weekend."

"I like the cut of your jib, good Sir," Jubilee said in a deliberately terrible English accent. "Onward, to Victory!"