Kyle & Terry | Almost A Surprise Arrival
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xp_logsTerry realizes she'd prefer a ride back to the mansion with someone she knows. [Backdated slighty]
Terry paused as she meandered through the duty free section of the Atlanta Airport, narrowing her eyes before shrugging and deciding to pick up two bottles of Jeanie's favorite liquor. She grabbed a bottle of vodka as well, then frowned as she tried to recall what she'd packed in the box of snacks in her luggage. None of it was for her, which... meant she hadn't paid quite as much attention as she likely should have.
Putting her bottles on one of the counters, she pulled her phone from her pocket, checked to make sure she had proper signal, and called Kyle.
"Yello. New phone, lost all my contacts." Kyle answered the phone, and from the muffled tone, it was clear he had it on his shoulder smashed up into his ear. He hadn't recognized the number, but in his own defense, he wouldn't recognize anyone's number without saving it into his contacts. Phone numbers were too long, letters were nice and easy.
It just meant that when Circumstances Happened, he had no idea who was calling him for days, sometimes weeks.
"D'you like prawns, love?" Terry asked, amused. "And once you've answered that, y'can tell me what y'did t'your old phone."
"Okay, so." Kyle started, dropped the phone off his shoulder and caught it one-handed. "Okay, so remember how I was telling you about the lake needing some new filter plants? Yeah, I forgot I had my phone in my pocket, and it spent like half a day under about a foot of lake muck." He paused. "I love shrimp. Why?"
“Only you,” Terry said fondly, amused. “Anyone else I know an' they'd've been too paranoid t'go near the water with their phone in their pocket.”
"I had to deep dive to get it but Doug couldn't get anything off it. I mean most of my photos were uploaded already, but I lost all my contacts, a bunch of games, bunch of texts." He flipped the phone, popped in his ear piece, and then shoved the actual phone in his pocket. "I lost that cute picture of you with the sheepdog, which is a total bummer."
"I'll just send it t'you again," Terry said as she laughed, perhaps a bit louder than was strictly necessary. She cleared her throat, checking side-to-side to see if she'd disturbed anyone around her, then continued, "Can y'get colds with a healing factor? I s'pose not. You're okay, though? Survived the blasted New York water?"
"I am okay like." Kyle paced his room a bit. "It was cold as fuck, and I spent an hour stealing Doug's heating pad while he tried to get my stuff off it, but otherwise I'm good. I mean I went swimming and didn't even eat a live crab this time."
Blinking, Terry suppressed a smile and asked, "Y'okay enough to come get me from the airport in an hour? I've a suitcase full of prawn flavoured snacks for y'to enjoy."
Kyle made a completely manly squeak, and was already halfway to standing up before he remembered to actually answer yes. "I mean, barring like, shitty airport traffic, yeah, but it's gonna be the station wagon because those are like, the keys I know where they are, and if you want me there in an hour ima have enough time to grab keys and shoes." He was already shoving his feet into some extremely disreputable sneakers that showed most of his toes, and the back of one heel.
“Y’know I don’t mind the car,” Terry said, smiling a little despite her new worries. “Just gettin’ back t’see you and take a few days to relax before pickin’ up where I left off with the Institute.” She watched the cashier ring up her purchases, handing over her credit card. “Flight should be in around three, assumin’ nothing happens.”
"Now you've jinxed it."
***
The flight tracker app had given Kyle the little bloop that the fight he was tracking was running a touch behind, which gave him the chance to actually park, instead of hovering in the pick up lane and to hit the men's room and look at least a little like he hadn't been driving with the windows down and music on. He couldn't do anything about the shoes, he could do something about the hair.
It'd even given him time to stop and grab flowers, which was not even in the top ten list of stupid cheesy things he'd done, but nonetheless he still felt awkward standing at the arrivals area with his toes sticking out of one shoe, a man bun keeping his hair from looking like he'd been in the middle of a wind tunnel, and a bouquet of brightly colored zinnias.
The trek through the airport to the pickup area was arduous, in part because Terry had the liquor from Atlanta in bags hooked at her elbow, but mostly because she was tired and transatlantic flights were terrible. Still, the larger of her carryons rolled and the other was just her oversized purse, which she was used to slogging around.
She couldn't help the smile that stole over her face when she spotted Kyle. FaceTime and texting just didn't do the man justice. "Heya, boyo," Terry said, stopping in front of him so she could put her bags down. "Years later an' I still want t'climb you like a tree."
Kyle waggled the flowers just the littlest bit and then put one foot on the wheel of Terry's carryon bag, so it wouldn't fall over. "Hey yourself."
Reaching for the flowers, Terry stepped just that little bit closer to Kyle and also hooked two of her fingers in the collar of his shirt. "The flower's're lovely, beautiful, an' thoughtful. Now, get down here an' kiss me."
"Hey, I thought you were gonna climb me like a tree." Kyle flashed a grin, and then let Terry pull him down for that kiss.
Freeing her fingers of Kyle's collar, Terry curled her arm around his neck, trying to keep the flowers in her other hand from tipping sideways and spilling water down his back. She braced her unoccupied elbow on his shoulder and hopped up so she could properly wrap her legs around his waist. It'd been... a very long time. She was due some public displays of affection, if she did say so herself.
"You know." Once Kyle could breathe and talk and do more than enthusiastically kiss Terry, he cracked a grin. "You know if I'd known this was what you do in airports I'd have made you pick me up the last time I visited."
Grinning back, Terry said, "Well, I was a tad busy, but I'd've done it if y'asked." She leaned in to give him another kiss, keeping it brief this time, and then wiggled a bit as a warning before unhooking her ankles. "I've missed you," she continued, looking down at the flowers, then back up at Kyle. "I'm glad that mess is over."
"You and me both. I missed you, I missed your face, I missed your..." Kyle grinned. "So, you hungry, or should I just break some traffic laws to get us back to the mansion?"
Terry gave it a moment's thought, then smiled and said, "Mansion," with a smile. "Definitely the mansion."
Terry paused as she meandered through the duty free section of the Atlanta Airport, narrowing her eyes before shrugging and deciding to pick up two bottles of Jeanie's favorite liquor. She grabbed a bottle of vodka as well, then frowned as she tried to recall what she'd packed in the box of snacks in her luggage. None of it was for her, which... meant she hadn't paid quite as much attention as she likely should have.
Putting her bottles on one of the counters, she pulled her phone from her pocket, checked to make sure she had proper signal, and called Kyle.
"Yello. New phone, lost all my contacts." Kyle answered the phone, and from the muffled tone, it was clear he had it on his shoulder smashed up into his ear. He hadn't recognized the number, but in his own defense, he wouldn't recognize anyone's number without saving it into his contacts. Phone numbers were too long, letters were nice and easy.
It just meant that when Circumstances Happened, he had no idea who was calling him for days, sometimes weeks.
"D'you like prawns, love?" Terry asked, amused. "And once you've answered that, y'can tell me what y'did t'your old phone."
"Okay, so." Kyle started, dropped the phone off his shoulder and caught it one-handed. "Okay, so remember how I was telling you about the lake needing some new filter plants? Yeah, I forgot I had my phone in my pocket, and it spent like half a day under about a foot of lake muck." He paused. "I love shrimp. Why?"
“Only you,” Terry said fondly, amused. “Anyone else I know an' they'd've been too paranoid t'go near the water with their phone in their pocket.”
"I had to deep dive to get it but Doug couldn't get anything off it. I mean most of my photos were uploaded already, but I lost all my contacts, a bunch of games, bunch of texts." He flipped the phone, popped in his ear piece, and then shoved the actual phone in his pocket. "I lost that cute picture of you with the sheepdog, which is a total bummer."
"I'll just send it t'you again," Terry said as she laughed, perhaps a bit louder than was strictly necessary. She cleared her throat, checking side-to-side to see if she'd disturbed anyone around her, then continued, "Can y'get colds with a healing factor? I s'pose not. You're okay, though? Survived the blasted New York water?"
"I am okay like." Kyle paced his room a bit. "It was cold as fuck, and I spent an hour stealing Doug's heating pad while he tried to get my stuff off it, but otherwise I'm good. I mean I went swimming and didn't even eat a live crab this time."
Blinking, Terry suppressed a smile and asked, "Y'okay enough to come get me from the airport in an hour? I've a suitcase full of prawn flavoured snacks for y'to enjoy."
Kyle made a completely manly squeak, and was already halfway to standing up before he remembered to actually answer yes. "I mean, barring like, shitty airport traffic, yeah, but it's gonna be the station wagon because those are like, the keys I know where they are, and if you want me there in an hour ima have enough time to grab keys and shoes." He was already shoving his feet into some extremely disreputable sneakers that showed most of his toes, and the back of one heel.
“Y’know I don’t mind the car,” Terry said, smiling a little despite her new worries. “Just gettin’ back t’see you and take a few days to relax before pickin’ up where I left off with the Institute.” She watched the cashier ring up her purchases, handing over her credit card. “Flight should be in around three, assumin’ nothing happens.”
"Now you've jinxed it."
***
The flight tracker app had given Kyle the little bloop that the fight he was tracking was running a touch behind, which gave him the chance to actually park, instead of hovering in the pick up lane and to hit the men's room and look at least a little like he hadn't been driving with the windows down and music on. He couldn't do anything about the shoes, he could do something about the hair.
It'd even given him time to stop and grab flowers, which was not even in the top ten list of stupid cheesy things he'd done, but nonetheless he still felt awkward standing at the arrivals area with his toes sticking out of one shoe, a man bun keeping his hair from looking like he'd been in the middle of a wind tunnel, and a bouquet of brightly colored zinnias.
The trek through the airport to the pickup area was arduous, in part because Terry had the liquor from Atlanta in bags hooked at her elbow, but mostly because she was tired and transatlantic flights were terrible. Still, the larger of her carryons rolled and the other was just her oversized purse, which she was used to slogging around.
She couldn't help the smile that stole over her face when she spotted Kyle. FaceTime and texting just didn't do the man justice. "Heya, boyo," Terry said, stopping in front of him so she could put her bags down. "Years later an' I still want t'climb you like a tree."
Kyle waggled the flowers just the littlest bit and then put one foot on the wheel of Terry's carryon bag, so it wouldn't fall over. "Hey yourself."
Reaching for the flowers, Terry stepped just that little bit closer to Kyle and also hooked two of her fingers in the collar of his shirt. "The flower's're lovely, beautiful, an' thoughtful. Now, get down here an' kiss me."
"Hey, I thought you were gonna climb me like a tree." Kyle flashed a grin, and then let Terry pull him down for that kiss.
Freeing her fingers of Kyle's collar, Terry curled her arm around his neck, trying to keep the flowers in her other hand from tipping sideways and spilling water down his back. She braced her unoccupied elbow on his shoulder and hopped up so she could properly wrap her legs around his waist. It'd been... a very long time. She was due some public displays of affection, if she did say so herself.
"You know." Once Kyle could breathe and talk and do more than enthusiastically kiss Terry, he cracked a grin. "You know if I'd known this was what you do in airports I'd have made you pick me up the last time I visited."
Grinning back, Terry said, "Well, I was a tad busy, but I'd've done it if y'asked." She leaned in to give him another kiss, keeping it brief this time, and then wiggled a bit as a warning before unhooking her ankles. "I've missed you," she continued, looking down at the flowers, then back up at Kyle. "I'm glad that mess is over."
"You and me both. I missed you, I missed your face, I missed your..." Kyle grinned. "So, you hungry, or should I just break some traffic laws to get us back to the mansion?"
Terry gave it a moment's thought, then smiled and said, "Mansion," with a smile. "Definitely the mansion."
