xp_logs | Manuel and Amanda - Getting Reacquainted (NC-17)

Manuel and Amanda meet on Boiler Beach. They talk, they decide to test the limits of Manuel's headaches-to-the-point-of-nausea. Test successful!

WARNING: Log is NC-17. You've been warned. Keep away from children and the Easily Offended.

Ooh, sun. Well, sun-like light. This really was a good idea... Amanda lay on her back on a towel she'd spread over the sand, sunglasses and swimsuit on, and not a lot else. Jamie really had had a brilliant idea with this, she had to admit, and the warm was doing her a lot of good. And it would do Manuel good, if he ever got down here - she'd called him a good fifteen minutes ago, at least. Possibly longer; there had been another of those micro-naps. Still, if he'd gotten lost, he'd call her. He had the number programmed into his phone, after all, and the ring would wake her up if she fell asleep again...

Manuel was currently tearing his room apart looking for his map. He couldn't find it, and without it he was fairly sure he'd get lost. Finally, he gave up in frustration, grabbed his towel, and tried to see if he could remember the way to Boiler Beach.

Finally, after a friendly assist from a rather round boy named Fred, he walked into the beach area. He had been avoiding this place when there were other people around, but for Amanda he'd brave it. He stopped at the edge and blinked owlishly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He must have had a problem with that in the past, judging by the sheer volume of pairs of sunglasses he had in his room.

Amanda vaguely registered the sound of the door opening, coming out of her light doze. Damn naps. Rolling over onto her side so she faced the door, she looked over her glasses at the Spaniard standing uncertainly in the doorway, and smiled. "Hey," she said. "I was wonderin' where you'd got to." Ooh, he was wearing the Speedo. She liked the Speedo, even if it tended to make everyone else wig out a bit.

Manuel finally spotted Amanda, and trotted over to her with a grin. "Hey." he said with a somewhat embarrassed grin. She was wearing the most _interesting_ one-piece. It tugged at his memory, but only faintly, and Manuel didn't follow up on it at the risk of sicking up. "You look nice." he told her, setting his towel out onto the sand to lay upon. "Very nice."

She coloured faintly, or it might have been the lights - her skin was already a little pinker than usual. Not that she'd tan - she never did. "Thanks. Can I say you look nice too, or would that be too embarrassin'?" she asked a little teasingly. Blushing Manuel was way too cute for words.

Precisely on cue, Manuel blushed. "You're going to say it anyway." He then looked at her quite oddly for a second, then shook his head. "So - how's classes going for you?" he asked, fishing for something safe to talk about.

With a mock-groan, she flopped back onto her back. "Still catchin' up on the work I missed," she said. "Which ain't a problem with the languages, or even the English classes, but the maths an' science classes're killin' me. An' I have t' do me exams yet." She turned her head slightly to look at him. "They talked t' you 'bout what they're gunna do 'bout yer classes yet?"

"Professor Xavier says that I am off the hook for this semester." He said. "So I've got nothing to do but work on getting my memory back." As he spoke, his toes dug into the sand as if they were searching for something. "Can... can I ask you a question?" he asked her quickly. "Can you tell me why all of a sudden I'm feeling so amused and kinda tingly and warm? Because I wasn't feeling that way until I walked in here."

She blinked, and half-sat up, leaning on her elbows. It wasn't his power, it couldn't be. But that left only one alternative and she'd just about given up on that... "Let me try somethin'?" she asked, and before he could protest, she reached for the link, sending what she was feeling right then down it - surprise, curiosity, and above all, hope. "D'you feel any different now?" she asked, almost casually, even though her heartbeat had quickened. If the link was starting to work again...

Manuel blinked. "Wow, that was weird." he said. "I just got the craziest set of feelings. Are you doing something to my head?" he asked her worriedly. "Because it's not a nice place right now, and I don't want to drag you down with me."

"'S all right," she told him, sitting up properly now, her expression excited. "'S the link, yer actually feelin' me again!" What she wanted to do was hug him, but he was still too skittish for that, so she made do with bouncing a little. Then she noticed his utter confusion, and made herself calm down. "Before... we had a mindlink. Yer doin' mostly, tho' some of it was me as well. Empathic, mostly - you could feel what I was feelin', an' I could do the same with you. An' we could send feelin's down it to each other, like I did just then. When... when the accident happened an' you lost yer powers, the link got damaged, but not broken altogether - that would have been too painful for both of us. I managed t' hang onto it, but I honestly thought it wasn't workin' any more. I mean, I can sense you on the other end, but I wasn't gettin' anythin' much, 'cept really strong emotions when you were in the same room. An' you weren't feelin' anythin', or that's what I thought..." There was a child's sand bucket close by - she snagged it just in case it had all been too much.

Manuel swallowed hard, but then nodded. "Okay." he said, being careful to breathe through his nose. For some bizarre reason, that seemed to help. "That's - really weird. And kinda cool, too." he said after a moment. "You can really feel what I'm feeling?" he said curiously. As an experiment, he clumsily _threw_ his appreciation for her look at the link, hoping some of it would come through.

The mental touch was rougher and clumsier than anything she felt in the past with him, but she ignored the flash of pain in her head and chuckled a little at the actual emotion, and it was her turn to blush. The feeling was different to the pure lust-feelings she'd used to get from him. This was more layered, somehow sweeter. "Yeah, I got that," she said, not able to stop the slightly silly grin appearing. "You don't need t' push so hard - just concentrate on how yer feelin', an' I should get it. 'M headblind, like you are now, but I've gotten a lot of practice at this sort of thing."

Manuel oh'ed. "I didn't know that." he said. "Or I did but I'd just forgotten." Or he knew it all along and was being inconsiderate, but he wasn't going to tell _her_ that. Closing his eyes again, he concentrated on hooking the nebulous mental link straight to his gonads. Then he opened his eyes and took the internal filter off his emotions.

Oh, that one she knew well. This time the flush on her face was nothing to do with either sunburn or shyness. "Now yer just teasin' me," she said, with a long, slow smile, dropping the sunglasses down her nose a little so she could give him a wicked look over the top. "An' since we're in almost public an' all, you might wanna watch how stirred up I get." And to let him know how much, she gave him just a hint of what she was feeling - it had been a very long almost-month.

Manuel's eyes crossed, and the blush came back with a vengeance. "Oh my." he said softly. "I think I can see one of the reasons why we're together." he said with a wickedly slow smile. He streeetched himself out on the towel - a far cry from the liquid grace he used to possess, but this attempt more honest, more innocent in its own way.

"Yeah, that'd be one of the reasons," she said wryly, shamelessly enjoying the view, all the moreso because of the lack of calculation in the motion. Yes, he was trying to send her thoughts down certain pathways (and managing that quite admirably), but that was all there was to it, a boy trying to impress a girl. Then something else registered, the sting on the lights on the back of her shoulders, and she winced - obviously she'd missed some bits with the sunscreen. "Manuel? Do me a favour? Put some sunscreen on me back before I burn t' a crisp? Fair English skin an' all." She dug around in the bag she'd brought down for the bottle of sunscreen and tossed it to him.

"Umm, okay." he said, snagging the lotion and moving over to where he could get to her. He moved around to where he could get to her back, and hissed in surprise. She had - something - carved into her skin, odd alien wriggles and squiggles and whatnot. It was very disconcerting. Still, she had asked him to do this, and he was still feeling really warm, in a liquid kind of way, and movement was getting quite difficult. He squirted out a dollop of lotion onto her shoulders, and tried not to think about the alien squiggles as he massaged it into her flesh.

Oops. Too late Amanda remembered that Manuel probably didn't remember the scars either, but at least he hadn't fled yet. And the welter of sensation down the link - the physical contact was making him an open book, actually - was telling her he wouldn't. Or couldn't. She couldn't help a small grin of amusement, luckily hidden by the fact she was lying on her front with her head rest on her arms. She could always offer to help with that, but she had a definite feeling that it would be a very Bad Idea. At the least, he'd panic and run. At the worst, she'd hurt him - the fact they couldn't have a conversation without him getting nauseous was a fairly good indication that anything more would be disastrous. Besides, this was very soothing - his hands hadn't forgotten how to massage, it seemed

"This is nice," she said after a long while, voice a little drowsy. "Thank you."

Manuel smiled. "Seems that even if the mind forgets, the body remembers." he said with a grin. "Amazing how that works out, isn't it?" he added, letting his fingertips trail down her spine before flopping back onto his towel to soak up some sunshine. Lying on his stomach was uncomfortable, but it beat flying the flag, so to speak.

She shivered at that last touch, her self control nearly breaking then and there. Gah, it had definitely been too long. "A bit like ridin' a bike, you mean? They reckon that once you learn, you never forget how," she said, turning her head slight so she could see him, focussing only on the side of his face and the bit of should she could see. No letting her eyes wander, at least not until she'd calmed down a little, since looking would lead to touching, and not necessary with her hands...

Manuel grinned, and streetched out just a bit on his blanket. It seemed like the right thing to do, and judging by the warmth in his mind, he was right. "Ahhh, sunlight." he said happily, wiggling his butt around in an attempt to make himself a little more comfortable. "Do you know what Kitty told me when she and I went dancing?" he asked with a small smile.

"You went dancin' with Kit? You didn't say." Any other girl, except perhaps Marie-Ange, Amanda might have been the tiniest bit worried, but Kitty was devoted to Jamie and wouldn't even look at another bloke. Not without love potions being involved, any way... "What did she say?"

"I did." he said with a grin. "But what she told me I was apparently a great wooer of women." he laughed. "Took me by surprise, let me tell you. I mean, I know I'm in great shape and all that, but still. Struck me as odd."

"Why so odd?" she asked, amusement bubbling down the link but only showing as a twitching around the corners of her mouth. "'S not that outrageous..."

"I don't know, it just seems a little odd to me. But my memory is Swiss Cheese, as you well know." He stopped and thought for a second. "Do I even _like_ Swiss cheese?" he wondered rhetorically. "I'll have to try some sometime."

Amanda half-turned over, so she was lying on her side, facing him. The swimsuit was very plain, but it _was_ a swimsuit, and she was fully aware of the fact. "I'm always up for experiments with food," she said with a naughty grin. Sure, she could just _tell_ him what his likes and dislikes were, but she was starting to understand the frustration of people doing that. "An' you were, a wooer of women, that is. Wooed me, that's for sure, tho' I think it was more jumping each other on both sides..."

Manuel grinned. "I guess I did at that." he said with a laugh. "I wasn't trying to be offensive." he said apologetically. "Really. Just - it struck me as odd. That's all. I mean - was I any good at it? And why would I woo women after I had won you?"

"I thought you were good at it," she said, leaning her head against her arm, thinking things through. "As for the rest... we had an... arrangement. My history... 'm not very good at relationships. An' when we first got together, the whole idea of stickin' with one person was a bit much. An' there's the part where I like girls as well." She grinned briefly. "So t' be fair on each other, it was sort of... open. Didn't always work, tho'." That was a major understatement. "When you meet Rom, you'll understand a bit better, I think."

Manuel blinked. Repeatedly. "Okay." he said, shrugging. Over the link, he was radiating shock and surprise fading fast into acceptance. "You ... like girls?" he asked, blushing furiously. "Like I like girls?"

She nodded. "Yeah." With a wicked grin, she added. "S' not _quite_ the same as you. Different equipment."

Manuel rolled his eyes. "Duh." He thought for a few long moments, then shrugged. And resolved to NOT tell Amanda about his adventures in being a Wooer of Women, and the falling-flat-on-his-face that it got him. "So who do you like around here, besides me?" he asked curiously.

"Angelo's me best mate. Like a brother, really," she replied immediately. "Um, Marie-Ange an' I are roomies as well as friends. An' there's Paige, an' Clarice... Pete an' Nate an' Moira, of course - they're family, or as good as." Flipping back over to her front as her hand started going to sleep with leaning on it, she rested her chin on her arms and thought about it. "There's a few I get on with all right t' talk to. Dunno if they'd think of 'emselves as my friends or not. 'S not like 'm really good with the whole thing." Considering him, she asked: "What about you? Did you meet anyone else new while I was gone?"

"Wasn't quite what I meant, but still - good to know. I think Kitty was my friend, and she wouldn't mind being one again. That was nice. Angie and I talked for a bit, but apparently we have some, err, prior history." He blushed again and twitched his hips in an interesting way for a second. "She's very nice. Dating somebody named Doug, though. Let's see - I met Kyle, and we did cannonballs in the pool. That was fun. And I met Clarice."

"Oh, I get you. Um, no-one at the school. There was a girl, Beth, from town, but it... didn't work out." Amanda swallowed the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat - focussing on what he'd said instead was much easier than dwelling on Beth. "How'd it go with the Purple Pixie? Clarice, I mean."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Manuel said, reaching over to give Amanda's hand a squeeze. "That must have been hard on you. And Clarice - well, I wish I could say that it went well, but it really didn't. Apparently I used to be a swordfighter - a fencer. She was going to show me, but that didn't work out so well." And he was NOT going to mention kissing her, even thought he was blushing again. He was fairly sure that if he had a mirror, his EARS would be red by now. "We got off on the wrong foot, and now she probably wants nothing to do with me."

Some things hadn't changed. "She's a bit... flighty," Amanda said, squeezing his hand back but choosing not to follow the Beth thread of conversation. It still hurt too much. "Reacts t' things a lot." She gave him a curious look - the link was awash with a multitude of sensations, embarrassment winning out briefly. "I don't want t' know what you did, do I?" she asked with a grin.

"Ummm, probably not." he said, then looked away from her until he could get himself a little more under control. "I was walking by the Gym when she looked out, saw me, and then offered to kick my ass for me." he said. "Turns out it was a misunderstanding - she didn't know the full extent of my accident."

"She should have - she's on the medlab staff." Amanda sounded irritated, although who at she wasn't sure - Clarice, the teachers for not saying something, herself... "Did you straighten that part out, at least?"

Manuel nodded. "Yep." he said agreeably. "Hey, is there any more of that sunscreen? I think my back is starting to burn a little. Would you mind terribly much?" he asked her. Over the link, his mind was awash in a spike of want mixed in with apprehension.

"Sure." Sitting up, Amanda grabbed the sunscreen, hesitating just a little before squirting some onto the smooth skin of his back and starting to rub it in. She was fully aware her feelings were echoing his, especially the apprehension - she wanted him so badly right now, but didn't want to scare him off. And her hands were shaking slightly. How lame was that?

Manuel closed his eyes, and concentrated on her hands on his skin. Nothing he could remember came anywhere near close to feeling that good. And it was just her hands on his back! It was now officially impossible for him to stand up without revealing a lot more of himself than he wanted to reveal to the other non-Amanda people on Boiler Beach. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to .... he couldn't remember, but whatever it was, he wanted it _badly_.

Okay, so it didn't take _this_ long to put sunscreen on someone's back, but she didn't really want to stop. Not when she had a perfectly legitimate reason to touch him. And if she had to lean against him slightly to reach his far arm, well, she had to make sure he wouldn't burn, didn't she?

Were Manuel like Catseye, he would be purring his lungs out right now. But since he was Manuel and not Catseye, he had to settle for arching his back against her touch. "I may want to tan parts other than my back." he said shyly. "Think you could help me with that?"

"I'll help you with anythin' you need," Amanda replied, words loaded with double meaning. And the back of his legs needed sunscreen, she decided, shifting along slightly so she could do just that. "Anywhere else need 'screen?" she asked, as she smoothed sunscreen down his legs, appreciating the feel of muscle there.

Manuel had to work hard to keep his muscles from jumping at her touch. It was _insane_, he _never_ reacted like this to anyone else! "Well, I think that I would appreciate it a lot if I could have my front sunscreened as well as my back. I wouldn't want to burn my torso, after all." he said with a not-at-all-innocent flair very reminiscent of the way he used to be. "And I think you'd really like to."

"You picked that up, did you?" she said with a low chuckle, smoothing sunscreen down his calves, digging her fingers a little into the tense muscles there. "An' no, wouldn't want you t' get burned anywhere. Tho' we keep this up an' I think someone's gunna throw a bucket of cold water over the both of us." Personally, she was going to _need_ some cold water soon, if this kept up.

"There's a nice shower in my room." he said, again with the by-now permanent blush. "It gets very cold." He didn't say how he knew this, but he most certainly did. "And it's private."

Oh, tempting. Very, very tempting. Finishing what she was doing and stretching out next to him again, she gave him a long, considering look. "If yer up for it..." she said, smiling a little at the unintended pun before becoming more serious. "What about the headaches? Won't us doin'... anythin', won't that make you sick? I can't help at the moment, not without the magic."

Manuel shrugged. "I don't know." he said honestly. "But there's only one way to find out, now, isn't there?" he added. "Seriously."

Amanda nodded, leaning in a little closer. "That's true," she murmured. "How 'bout we start off with somethin' easy, like... this?" And she kissed him, very gently.

Manuel was startled, but only for a second. He put his mind far away, not allowing himself to get stuck in the cold clear moonlight of pain. He kissed her back, passionately, tongue snaking out to joust with hers. He also closed his eyes, to concentrate on the feelings.

Now it was Amanda's turn to be startled, but in a good way. A small noise of appreciation escaped her as she responded, chuckling inwardly about the fact the tongue stud was going to be a surprise.

Manuel kept the kiss going, taking everything as it happened as a new experience - not trying to fit it into his own puzzle, but just adding it to his store of New Memories. The tongue-duelling went on for a couple of minutes before he broke it off to come up for air - apparently, he'd forgotten how to breathe through his nose while kissing.

"Okay, I think that was a pretty successful experiment..." Amanda said a little breathlessly, face flushed pink. "Um, we should probably find somewhere private, yeah?" she continued, running her fingers lightly along his arm. "T' see what else we can do?"

Manuel blinked and forced his attentions back to her and the here-and-now. "Yeah, I think it was." he said with a sloppy grin. "And we should. Hrm - problem." he said, looking down at his front. "Apparently, I am _really_ happy to see you."

"Bucket of water?" Amanda suggested wickedly, aware she was radiating happy goofy feelings down the link but not caring one jot. The link was back, Manuel was touching her (and then some!) and for the first time since the Hellfire Club, there was hope there. Hope that they'd be able to make something of this. "Or, failin' that, there's always the towel 'round the waist... Or waitin' 'til it goes away, but I don't think that's gunna happen any time soon while I'm here, is it?"

"Not bloody likely." he mock-grumbled. "Towel around the waist works for me." he said. "Although - I do have an Awful Lot Going On down there. Think one towel will be enough?" he taunted.

She laughed outright at that. "You could always cover it up with a bucket..." she suggested innocently, giggling at him and leaning over to kiss him quickly on the nose. He tasted like salt and sunscreen. "Want me t' provide cover while you get up? Since that Speedo of yers really doesn't leave a lot t' the imagination." Her leer indicated that wasn't really a problem, in her eyes, at least.

"If you would be so kind - I'd hate to knock somebody over with this thing." he said with an embarrassed laugh. He waited for her to get into position, then quickly stood up and wrapped himself up in his towel. "Best I can do for now." he said, looking down at the overall effect.

Oh, he really was too cute... "It'll do," she said, shaking the sand out of her own towel and draping it over her shoulders - the scars were just scars, yes, but no need to freak out someone like Kyle, say. Picking up the bag with the phone and the sunscreen and the Arabic book (there had been some intention to study, really there had), she smiled up at Manuel. "I'd ask yer place or mine, but yer the one without a roomie..."

Manuel nodded. "My room it is. You'll have to pardon the mess." he said with a grin. "I've not been inclined to clean up much."

***

'Mess' was one way of putting it. 'Complete disaster' was another. Amanda snicked a little as he opened the door with a little florish. "You sure you can find the bed in all this?" she asked teasingly, remembering she'd offered to help clean up, before Cain exploded...

"I think it's the big pile over there." he said, gesturing to a massive mound of clothes where his bed normally stood. "And the shower's over there, if you're still interested." he said with a mild blush. He'd also dropped the towel, and it was _very_ clear that he was definitely interested.

"Well, since sunscreen tastes bloody awful, an' there's definitely sand involved here too, a shower sounds just the ticket..." She turned to him and ran her hands lightly up his arms to his shoulders, her own towel dropping away as she did. "You sure yer ready for this?" She didn't want to be the responsible one, but the question needed asking.

"No, but there's only one real way to find out." he said nervously. To push himself forward, he awkwardly kissed her again, then headed for his bathroom. "How hot do you like your showers?" he called out to her with a nervous grin.

"Not too hot, after all that light," she said, following him in after a few moments, to give him time to collect himself. She peeled back the strap of her suit, grimacing to see that yes, she had burned her shoulders a bit - the reddish-pink stood out sharply against the paleness of the rest of her skin. "Bugger."

Manuel nodded. "You can set the shower temp, then." he said graciously, then peeled himself out of his Speedo. In for a penny, in for a pound, and all that. He shyly stood and looked at her, completely nude. "Want some help with that?" he asked, referring to her swimsuit.

She'd been leaning into the shower, adjusting the temperature as he'd been getting undressed, and so when she turned around, it was with a bit of a surprised look, which quickly became appreciative. "Well, hello again, she said, with a small smile. Wiht a nod, she indicated the straps of her suit. "Be my guest," she said, but as he raised his hands to slide her suit off, she paused. "Um, the scars... they're on my front as well. Just so you don't get a shock."

Manuel swallowed heavily, and then did as bid - slowly removed her suit, peeling it from her gently. He did the I'm-trying-not-to-stare-and-I-am-failing-miserably. His body, however, showed its appreciation in the only way it could. "Ummm, you first!" he said with a nervous grin. "Shower!"

"Always the gentleman," she said with a chuckle, stealing a quick kiss before stepping into the shower. The water was a little warm on the sunburn, but it was _cold_ out there. Standing under the spray and letting the water sluice the sand off her legs, she looked over at Manuel, flipping wet hair back out of her face. "Joinin' me?"

Manuel swallowed heavily and then nodded. "Sure." he said, stepping into the shower with an apprehensive look. "Please don't be offended, but I don't remember ever doing this before." he said.

"I didn't expect you to," she said, reassuringly. "Just relax." Reaching for the soap, she lathered up her hands before running one gently over his chest. Okay, there hadn't been any sunscreen there, but hey, it was the easier place to reach. Or that's what she was sticking with.

Manuel closed his eyes, and concentrated on how what she was doing _felt_. Which was wonderful, and he couldn't help the smile that crept across his face. "That feels nice." he told her, in case she could possibly be missing his reactions.

She ran soapy hands down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of Interesting Places since she wanted this to last beyond the first two minutes... Judging from the way he was reacting, it wouldn't take much at all to set him off. Stepping a little closer, she ran her hands around his waist and up his back, pausing to grab the soap again since there _was_ sunscreen here. Quite a lot of it. It seemed she'd gotten carried away before. Of course, stepping in meant her front came into contact with his, her nipples lightly brushing against the skin of his chest.

Manuel groaned, lightly, at the contact. He then opened his eyes to look at her, first into her eyes and then down her front allll the way down to her cute little toes. As an experiment, he brushed the pad of his thumb across her breast, not gently but without real force behind it. He then looked up at her to gauge her reaction.

She sucked in her breath, shivering a little. "Nice," she breathed, letting her hands slip further down to his backside, squeezing a little. Manuel had a _nice_ arse. All that fencing...

Manuel's eyes popped, just a little bit, at the squeeze. Then he grinned at her, and in return squeezed hers. "Glad you like it." He said, breathing a little rapidly. He brushed his hand across her chest again - this time on the other side. Fair was fair, he felt, and he wouldn't want the other side to feel neglected.

The touch was a lot different from the self-assured Manuel of old, more tentative, very much unsure of what he was doing, but considering it had been quite a while, Amanda was more reactive than usual herself... "I like a whole lot about you," she said, moving in a little closer and giving up all pretence of actually helping him shower. stepping up on tip toe, she reached up to kiss him again, sliding soapy arms around his neck.

Manuel kissed her back - a little tenative, but warming up nicely the more it went on. She felt so good against him, the slippery little bundle of warmth that she was. He didn't know what to do next, so he stopped thinking about it and just let himself react. Doing so also made the nausea threatening to bubble through much less. "Good. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I seem to be doing it well." he commented once they broke off the kiss for air. "And what _IS_ that thing in your tongue? I love it."

"Tongue stud," she said with a grin before poking her tongue out playfully at him to show him. "Very handy in all sorts of situations..." And here she ran her tongue up his neck, the stud aimed at his most sensitive skin there, ending with a gentle bite on his earlobe. She had to stretch to reach, and that meant interesting changes in position lower down, his erection sliding between her legs. "An' the thing 'bout this sort of thing? Helps if you don't think about what yer doin'," she added, pressing against him harder - she couldn't help herself. "'S like dancin' - yer body'll remember for you."

Manuel shuddered violently at this new explosion of sensations. "I'm getting that impression." he said with a grin, still trying to deal with seemingly all of his pleasure-centers firing all at once. It very nearly made his head swim. He tried to sort out the different conflicting desires his heart, mind, and body were sending him, but eventually he just gave up and rolled with whatever seemed right at the time. Which, right now, was dropping to his knees before Amanda, using her to keep the spray from the showerhead from drowning him, and going down on her. Which, as he quickly discovered, he was good at. And he loved the taste - something musky, something _primal_ about it that just made him want more of it.

She jerked at the sudden switch, the initial whimpers fast becoming groans as his tongue and lips teased her from arousal to almost full-on climax in what felt like a matter of seconds - it had been a while. Bracing herself against the walls of the shower as she felt her knees starting to go weak, she couldn't help projecting everything she was feeling just then, physically and emotionally, straight down the link.

Manuel very nearly passed out from the intensity of things, but somehow he just kept on going. His world had narrowed down to one thing - his tongue and her. Nothing else was important, nothing else mattered. Just that intimate connection, and wringing every single possible drop of pleasure out of her until either she forced him to stop or she passed out. For some reason, absurdly, he remembered both happening at one point or another.

Passing out was entirely a possibility - sure the gaps between naps had been getting longer, but this was more physical exertion than she'd had in a while. There was no way in hell she was going to ask him to stop, however, as she shuddered into orgasm, loud cries of pleasure ripped from her. Her knees, however, had other thoughts, buckling under the impact, and she half-fell, half-slid down him, his hands on her hips easing her down until she was straddling him, letting him slide into her. Fair was fair, after all, she thought muzzily, still trembling from the force of the release.

Manuel felt the most indescribable feelings imaginable as Amanda did _something_ that put tender bits of his anatomy into a very hot, wet, indescribably amazing place. He couldn't see it - he was flat on his back, with her atop him, and nothing in his _life_ had ever felt quite so _right_. Without thinking, he arched his back and grabbed the sides of the tub for more traction.

A gasp was ripped from her as he pushed deeper into her, the link ablaze with unfiltered sensations. Pushing back just as hard, determined to make this technically-first time of his something he'd never forget (and that thought was a bittersweet one), she ignored the hard porcelain of the tub beneath her knees. ~Love you,~ she thought at him blindly, not caring if he didn't 'hear' it, not needing him to. ~Love you so much.~

Manuel groaned as the new sensations ripped through his head. He didn't respond verbally, as he was quickly losing the capacity for what little rational thought was left to him. Instead he established a somewhat awkward rhythm with her, crashing together, then pulling apart only to crash back together again. Old instincts were starting to come back to the forefront as he shifted himself slightly, to make himself go in deeper, more smoothly, and generate more pleasure. He felt a familiar sensation beginning to boil through him, starting at his groin and spreading quickly throughout his entire body.

Ah, that was better... Amanda picked up the change in pace, finding it easier to match, and moved with him. She was already hypersensitive from earlier - now she was on fire, what he was feeling hitting her just as hard down the link as she'd hit him.

Manuel hung on for as long as he possibly could, but things were getting too intense too fast. He shot into orgasm with a snarling cry and a bridge of his back, supporting Amanda just by their common point of intersection. He couldn't hold the pose for long, and slammed himself back into the cold unyielding porcelain of the tub, still inside of her.

Amanda winced at the force with which he hit the bath with his back, but was too breathless to do more than prop her arms on either side of the tub, panting, feeling her muscles still clenching and unclenching on him, wringing him dry, the shower spray tingling against her back. Her knees were killing her, but she didn't think she had enough energy to stand, just yet, and her face was wet with more than just water from the shower. At last, she collected herself enough to caress his chest gently. "Well, I think we've answered the question of whether you can still have sex..." she said with a slightly giddy grin.

Manuel just grinned stupidly. All he knew right now is that if it had always felt that good that would explain why Kitty considered him a great wooer of women. Who WOULDN'T BE, if it led to something quite that amazing! He opened his mouth to tell her so when the ricochet of the water spray off of Amanda's back sprayed across his face, causing him to launch into a coughing fit.

"Uff, no drownin'," Amanda said, using the sides of the tub to lever herself upright, with a certain amount of regret - he felt good there. She reached up to angle the spray away from him a bit, holding onto the wall with her other hand to keep herself upright. Apparently sex counted as over-exertion, she was most unhappy to find out. Towel, bed, preferably with Manuel involved in both of those...

Manuel scrambled up to his feet, even managing to make that gesture look graceful. Something tugged at his memory - him standing upright, her on her knees, but the memory just wouldn't come. Manuel let it go, content to just revel in his new memories. "Wow." he said after a moment of reflection, then he turned off his shower. "We should probably get out before we prune." he said with a giggle.

"Very much with the wow," she told him gravely, before breaking into giggles herself. "An' yeah, we probably should..." She paused, and gave him a half-shy, half-wicked look. "Bed's're more comfortable for this sort of thing, an' if I don't sit soon 'm probably gunna fall down. You knocked me right off me feet."

"I imagine it would. Ow." he said as the bruises he'd just given himself began to make themselves felt. "Let me go get a towel..." he said, stepping out of the shower and then swearing - in Castillian! - about how cold the goddamned bathroom was. He opened up the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a fluffy towel. "Here." he said, handing it to her.

"~Thank you,~" she replied in Castillian, slipping into the language as she chuckled to herself at his swearing. "Um, thanks," she amended, realising he probably didn't understand what she'd said, and wrapped herself in the towel before stepping carefully out of the shower. "Bloody hell, it's freezin' out here."

Manuel blinked at the Castillian, but nodded at the English. "Yeah, it's really fuckin' cold out here. Of course, it's not like we're wearing much..." he grinned as he pulled out another towel to dry himself with. "I hear beds are usually toasty warm." he told her with a grin. "Should we go investigate?"

Towelling off her hair, she nodded. "'S standard first aid for hypothermia, gettin' naked with someone under a lot of blankets," she told him solemnly, the grin impossible to repress. Neither was the urge to raise herself on tip-toe and kiss him lightly on the lips. "'S under the pile of clothes, yeah?"

"Somewhere. I seem to own a LOT of clothes. And a whole lot of suits. I haven't worked up the nerve to wear them yet." he said with a small laugh. "And besides, something inside of me kinda freaks a little whenever I think about it." He began tossing clothes this way and that, until his entire bed was exposed - around a small fortress of clothes. "After you?" he said, motioning to the bed.

"Then don't think 'bout it, 'least not now." Ditching the towel and scrambling under the covers, she pulled the blankets up under her chin, shivering a little. "An' we can clean up as I help you pack - remember me askin' if you wanted t' come home with me for Christmas? Pete want's t' leave Tuesday afternoon."

"Pete? Umm, yeah, sure, that'll work. Just let me tell Leonard and Charles to make sure it is OK." he said. He wanted to just shuck the towel and join her, but something inside of him suggested a better way. So he made a production out of losing his towel, his dance instincts coming in _very_ handy indeed. Inch by inch, gyration by gyration, the towel slipped downwards.

She giggled at the performance he was putting on, snaking one arm out from under the covers to snag a corner of the towel and tug him closer to the bed. "An' here's me without ten quid t' tuck in yer waistband," she snickered. "Guess I'll have t' show me appreciation another way..."