xp_logs | Take me Away (Sarah/Shinobi)

After some time spent in the gym, Sarah goes upstairs to see Shinobi. They decide they're getting the hell out as quickly as possible. Plans are made, and they cuddle. A lot. Then they go to hide in his bed until dinner. I imagine that'll be quite cheery...

The door to Shinobi and Marie's suite was open - literally - to reveal at least one of its inhabitants inside. With his laptop open on the kitchen counter, Shinobi was peering down at the screen as he poured himself a glass of iced tea, an unwrapped granola bar held between his teeth almost like a cigar in order to free up his hands. His quiet grumble carried out into the hall, and while 'Bloody idiots' might have upset some passers by, what came out sounded a bit more like "Bluffy id'jihsh," which was much more laughable than offensive.

Sarah tromped up the stairs, boned hands stuffed in her pockets anyway, and headed down the hall to his room. Her freshly-showered hair (that would be one of the things she would miss, regular showers) still dripping water down her back was an indication that she'd just finished in the gym. She didn't bother knocking, just walked in. "Hey."

Shinobi looked over his shoulder as he stuffed the tea back in the refridgerator, plucking the bar from his mouth so he could actually speak comprehensively. "Hey," he echoed, giving his laptop a brief look before reaching over to close it. "Thirsty?"

She shook her head. "Nah, not thirsty. Frustrated. Pissed off. Does it fix those too?"

"Not this drink, anyway," Shinobi replied, giving the refridgerator a genuinely annoyed look. Why can't you stock alcohol, you twit? Oh, right, because you're an inanimate object, and putting it there could be viewed as illegal. Slowly shaking his head, he abandons his tea and snack, stepping out of the kitchen and running his hands back through his hair. "Want to get out of here?"

"Truthfully? More than anything." Slowly she made her way over to him, sort of half-burying her face in his shoulder, shoulders rising and falling with a long sigh. "I don't belong here. I don't fit their mold, and I have no intentions of changing."

"I'd kick your ass if you changed to please them," Shinobi mused, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as his arms found their way around her shoulders. "You're all that's really keeping me here, luv. If you really want to get out of here, we can."

"You could try. Just because you're an X-man now doesn't mean I can't beat you." The faintest trace of amusement colored her voice. She shook her head into his shoulder, murmuring, "You've got so much going for you here."

"And it all means nothing if you're not with me." He shrugged, grinning faintly as he tilted his head forward to rest his forehead against her shoulder. "Not the only one in the house that's gone soft, Sarah. We can be out of here tonight, if that's what you want."

"Fuck, but you don't know how tempting that sounds." Cat-like, she rubs her cheek against his. "I'd have left this morning if Marie hadn't wanted to play."

He made a little sound of approval, tilting his face into the nuzzle enough to brush a kiss over Sarah's ear. "If it sounds half as tempting to you as it does to me, why are we not packing? As much as I want to meet Domino on Sunday, she strikes me as the kind of person who'd understand if we needed to get the hell out of here."

"Because I'm busy being comforted. Do you mind?" She scowled at him for a moment, and then returned back to her nuzzle. "Packing can wait."

"Valid point." With a slight grin, he released her shoulders just long enough to drop his arms, wrapping them around her waist instead. "We should probably figure out where we would go," he murmured thoughtfully, comfortably pillowing his face against the side of her neck. "Any ideas?" The tunnels, he knew, would definitely be on the list, as a stopover if nothing else.

"Home." It came out like a sigh into his shoulder. "At least for awhile. Then somewhere. Anywhere that's not here." Her arms curled around his neck, as if they were dancing. They could be, if she wasn't intent on standing still.

"We can definitely take you home," Shinobi agreed, smiling against her neck. "Mmmh.. I'm tempted to suggest Boston. The city, not the countryside.. no killer robots in the city, that I know of.. College drinkin' town. We could have a blast."

She grinned, turning her face up to look at him curiously. "But you don't like to drink. You just there for the scenery?"

"You're a fun drunk," Shinobi replied innocently, lifting his head with a sunny grin. "You tend to be a happy drunk. It's very endearing."

"You weren't so bad yourself," she mused, fingers scratching softly along his hairline. After a moment of consideration, she nodded. "Boston sounds fun."

He'd purr if he could, smiling lazily and tilting his head back into the scritching fingers. "Boston, then. At least for a while." He thought a moment, then snickered. "If you wouldn't kill me, I'd say something about thinking you'd like Tokyo. That may just be me missing the place, though."

"Give me some time to get over my last traumatic flying experience, yeah?" She chuckled softly. At least it wasn't a flat out 'no'.

"All the time you need," Shinobi nodded, smiling as he gave Sarah's waist a warm snug. "I'll.. probably take a brief trip out there in July, but you don't need to come too, if you aren't ready. I just need to pay respects."

"July's pretty far away. We'll see." She nosed her way inside the collar of his shirt, unbottoned enough for her to softly kiss his neck. After a moment, "How can you be so wonderful to me?"

"It helps that you do that," he drawled lazily, tilting his head away to offer more of his neck. "It also helps that you're pretty wonderful to me, too. We're healthy like that."

"Except for when I'm not wonderful, and do things like tell you to mind your own fucking business or pull you away from all the good things you've got going so I can go out and be 'myself', whatever the hell that happens to be..." More kisses placed just inside his collar, like she didn't know exactly what to say and decided that was as good a statement as any.

He couldn't help but chuckle at that, one hand abandoning her waist in favor of gently running through her hair. "If I didn't like you when you told me to mind my own fucking business, or when you drag me out to be yourself, whatever that happens to be, we wouldn't have a date on Saturday," he observed intelligently. "Mmh.. I suspect I'll be maimed by someone if I don't ask this, though.. do you want to make the tunnels and Boston a 'get out of here for good' thing, or just a 'Jesus Christ let me out of here for a week or two' thing? I'm happy either way."

She's quiet for a while. Is this what she really wanted? She burrowed into his shoulder again. "Right now I would be happy with 'get me the fuck out of here and lets never come back', but that may just be the fact that I could probably use a nap speaking."

"Well, there's a little time before dinner," he replied thoughtfully, offering her temple a light kiss. "We could go hide in my room 'til it's time to eat, and worry about this later, if you want. I have it on good authority that I make a good pillow."

"Yeah, I've heard that too," she mumbled into his shoulder, "And I'd be all for it if I thought I could pry myself away from being so damn comfortable right here. I'm not sure my body'll appreciate it if I try to move."

"I could carry you," Shinobi suggested helpfully, tilting his head slightly to one side. "A little moving would be required for that, too, though. Damn."

"I think I could deal with that. Body'll just have to get the fuck over it." She nodded, giving him a grin. "Let's go hide."