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xp_logsTuesday, early afternoon. There is snow outside, and of course this means there must be a snowball fight. And there is always hot chocolate after a snowball fight, unless you happen to get distracted by something (or someone) else instead...
In the small side room near the front hall, Alison looked outside, nose practically pressed to the window. Everything was white - a clean slate, a new beginning. The snow was falling gently, layering the grounds with yet another covering of whiteness. With everything that had happened in the past week, Alison hadn't had the chance to stop and just enjoy finally being healed. Nothing hurt anymore, the cold from the glass her hands were resting against was nothing more than a light chill and the clothes she was wearing were warm and comfortable and very much not synthsilk. She sighed softly, fogging up the window in front of her as a result. Drawing back with a small frown she shook her head, smiling just a touch and waited for the fog to fade so she could resume looking outside.
Haroun was outside, enjoying the crisp cool December air. He was only wearing a Xavier sweatshirt and jeans, with combat boots on his feet. His breath exploded in little cloud-like puffs, and the heat of his power shimmered off his skin visibly. "Come on outside, it's a glorious morning!" he called back to Alison.
His voice was easily discernable even through the window, Alison going up on her toes to look at him. Grinning she popped back down and re-fogged the window, just enough to draw out a happy face in the glass before darting off to find a winter jacket and boots. Moments later she was opening the front door, slipping outside with a cheerful smile. The crunching of the snow underfoot was almost too sharp, Alison humming to herself as she went down the steps, walking towards Haroun. It was almost unreal, being outside like this, she thought. "Keep talking!"
"Oookay." he said with a laugh. "It's a glorious morning, you're still symptom-free, the Blackbird is running at 100%, and I got a letter from home this morning. So far, it is a _perfect_ day." he grinned. "Only one thing could make it even better." he said mischievously.
The sound of his voice was really a wonderful thing. Finding ways to keep him talking would be a nice hobby, she decided. With a touch of the silly to her smile, Alison stopped a few feet away from him, quirking an eyebrow at him curiously. "And that would be... something I can help you with, maybe?"
"Oh, definitely." he said, and then lurched down to heave a handful of snow right at her head.
Blue eyes peered out at him framed by a healthy amount of snow, a clump slowly falling from her cheek to fall on the ground. Her tanned skin stood out in sharp contrast as she gaped at him, surprised starting to turn to outrage. "You..." Well, this demanded retaliation. "You!" Not very articulate, but the snowball that followed, with another quickly tacked on for when he ducked the first spoke volumes.
"Me!" he said, taking the second snowball on the leg. Then he reached down, packed a new snowball, and launched it right at her. He punctuated it with a laugh, and then went looking for cover. "You throw like a GIRL!" he shouted after her as he ducked her return fire.
"I am a girl!" she called out gleefully, having intercepted the snowball with her forearm, and paused only a moment to stare at the snow on the sleeve of her coat with a smile. No pain. My, that was fun! She sprinted after him, scooping up more snow in the process, taking very deliberate aim for his butt as cover was being searched for.
Haroun got his plastibutt frosted by Alison as he tried to dive out of the way - not very seriously, of course, and all in good fun. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to THROW LIKE ONE!" he laughed, and then went in for the diving tackle - the gentlest diving tackle in the history of diving tackles, granted, but still.
Nothing but allowing herself to be tackled would be appropriate of course, besides the fact that she could allow it and it was entirely too much fun to boot. "I may throw like a girl but you tackle like one!" The close contact also made it much easier for her to pack snow down the back of his shirt, laughing the entire time without trying to escape in the least.
Haroun arched his back as the cold snow slid down his spine. "COLD!" he said with a mock-chattering of his teeth. "I've missed you." he said as he looked down at her, wriggling himself against her just a little bit. "Welcome back."
Wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him closer, Alison grinned up at him, shifting a bit as the snow's coolness started to creep through her clothes. "Missed being able to do this." The weight was comfortable, the crackling of the snow echoing lightly with every minute move. "Good to be back." She freed up one arm to wipe away at her cheek, plucking away at a bit of snow which had slipped under her collar.
Haroun watched that bit of snow with great interest. With his free hand he grabbed another handful of snow, and rolled the two of them over so that he could hit The Spot with it - just to see how she'd react.
The reaction was instant. "GYAH!" Alison twisted in a vain attempt to get away from that, eyes comically wide in surprise. He was holding her which made wriggling free an interesting challenge to say the least, and she reached out to try and bat at his hand, trying to get the snow away. "S'cold!" Laughing, she squirmed just a bit more for effect.
Haroun grinned and enjoyed the wriggles, using his superior upper-body strength to keep her in place for a few seconds before "allowing" her to escape - if she wanted to. "That was funny. You should have seen the look on your face."
Escape was out of the question of course, though she did brace herself, one hand sinking in the snow for a moment while she settled down comfortably. "That was cold," she corrected him, trying not to laugh while being admonishing about having snow on the back of her neck. "Very cold at that." The hand she had been leaning on came back up and she sprinkled his face liberally with loosely packed snow.
Haroun spluttered as the snow went everywhere. Grinning, he tried a new trick - bringing the heat of his power up to his face to melt the snow without bringing too much up and causing himself to light on fire or giving himself a fever.
Alison blinked as the snow started to melt slowly on his face. "Ooh, localized heating, mmm?" She shifted, eyeing the now melted snow critically. "You're all wet now." Stating the obvious, frankly, was fun sometimes. Besides, the snow fight was slowly dying down now, and she was feeling lazy about it. "Mmm." Leaning down, she kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "Wet."
Haroun grinned. "Just wait." he said, and blinked as the heat to his face dried out his eyes. The wetness eventually evaporated off of his face, and then he let the heat die down to his normal internal temperature. "Now that was odd. Dries my eyes out something fierce, though." he said, blinking hard a few times.
Laughing quietly, she shook her head at him. "Well, d'uh!" With an innocent expression she moved her hand to his side, resuming the eternal quest for a ticklish spot. Which right now, was fairly easy considering he was only wearing a sweatshirt outside, despite the weather.
Haroun let her explore - it was far more entertaining that way. "So now that you've got me..." he said with a leering grin. "What do you plan on doing with me?"
"Sooo many possibilities," she crooned pleasantly, waggling her eyebrows at him in return. Nope, not ticklish there either. Or there. The cold was starting to get to her, although she ignored it for now - this was far too nice. "And such a long list too. What to start with, I wonder?" She shifted, leaning on his chest while tapping her chin, deep in thought.
"Well, when a certain Heir to a Kingdom of Idiots came back from his Idiocy 2K4 tour, I remember a certain songbird had a few thoughts on that topic for when she was allll better..." he taunted with a grin. "So is the songbird all talk?" he teased.
"The songbird is not a flaming exhibitionist, if a certain Heir to the Kingdom of Idiots must know," she purred cheerfully, glancing up at the mansion nearby. Very nearby. "The songbird is also not a portable heater at the moment even if she's back in intensive powers training," she pouted at that, going for horribly cute, before winking at him. "She might be amenable to a bribe of hot chocolate though. Because that's what's done after a snow ball fight." She paused, looking serious. "Hot chocolate, with the little marshmallows. Those are important."
Haroun nodded. "Would the Songbird also be requiring her own personal spaceheater along with that hot chocolate with the marshmellows?" he said with a grin. "Because I think that the Heir was thinking ahead, and all the things required for the Post-Snowball Fight are waiting for us in your room."
Eyes widening dramatically, Alison gasped in mock-horror. "It was an ambush." Considering his offer, she peered down at him with a stern expression. "The Heir is very sneaky. And the hot chocolate, with marshmallows, would just not be the same without the songbird's own personal spaceheater along." The declaration was accompanied by a wise nod.
"Of course it was an ambush! Silly songbird." he smirked up at her. "Shall we adjourn to a warmer clime, where the songbird can regain her warmth with hot chocolate, marshmellows, and sneaky Moors?" he asked with a wink.
"Hrm. That could be a possibility, yeah." Alison pushed herself up, straddling him for a moment. "And what happened to the good Muslim boy being seduced by my wicked charms, huh?" She flicked snow at him with both hands this time, utterly without remorse, before doing her best to scramble away. "Sneaky is as sneaky does!"
Haroun spluttered again before flipping back to his feet. "That poor little Muslim boy has fallen to wicked ways." he said piously. "However, he really doesn't seem to mind too much." he laughed, chasing after Alison with a leering grin. "As a matter of fact, he's starting to take it as a core belief - that songbirds and wickedness should be indulged in."
"Ha!" She slowed down to a walk halfway to the door, not wanting to push things and end up out of breath - or to be glared at by Madelyn again, for not following her fitness regimen to the letter. Turning around, she walked backwards, looking entirely too smug. "The songbird is very pleased with her success in this matter."
"As she should be." he said, following her wiggling butt as she walked through the Mansion, to eventually wind up back in her room. "As she should be. So - we're here. Next step is yours." he said with a somewhat serious look. "Whatever you want, I'm cool with." he added.
Alison paused in the middle of the room, straightening up a bit before looking at him over her shoulder with a small smile. "You know... after all this waiting to be able to touch again, I'm not even sure where to start anymore." Hot chocolate entirely forgotten, she walked over to his slowly, reaching out to snag the sweater once she neared him, to draw him a bit closer. "We could always just..." She smiled a bit crookedly. "Fly by the seat of our pants and see where we end up?"
Haroun grinned and closed the door behind him. "I do like the sound of that." he said, eyeing her pants with great amusement. "Do you think you're physically up for it?" he said with some concern.
"I thought you might." Voice rich with amusement, she closed the distance between them just a few inches more, still holding on to his sweater. "And I'm not an invalid, you know." Alison grumbled the words out, pouting at him in the bargain. "A few weeks, or maybe a month of intensive training and I'll be right back to peak shape again."
Haroun nodded. "Hey, just trying to look out for your health." he said with an evil grin. "So ..." he said, moving over to her to take what he'd been aching for for months now. He started by scooping her into his arms and laying a very rough and deep kiss on her.
A small whimper lodged in the back of Alison's throat, her reaction to the kiss immediate and near overwhelming - for all that she'd briefly felt shy about this, her body certainly had other ideas on the matter, none of them having anything to do with shy or hesitant in the least. She tried to murmur something, the words entirely lost as she slowly attempted to soften the kiss into something slightly gentler, if no less intense.
Haroun, not having the experience or the sensitivity, didn't back off like he probably should have. But he did come up for air after a few long moments, staring into Alison's eyes with a predatory hunger. "You taste delicious." he said, licking his lips with obvious pleasure and tracing a fingertip down the side of her neck, stopping only at the edge of her sweater.
He was looking at her like that again and it wreaked havoc on her ability to think every single time. Breathing a bit unsteadily, Alison smiled at him, a slow and lazy curve of her lips. And then laughed quietly, her lips finding his for a featherlight kiss. "One single kiss and I'm already all about the melting here," she purred, shivering from the touch still, only too aware of what he was doing.
"You know, I'm fairly sure that there won't be any state cops to interrupt us here." he said with a fiendish grin - and let that finger trace lower still, tracing down her breastbone. "Melting, are you?" he said in his low, growelled voice. "Should I check and see for myself?" he taunted, and then leaned forward to run his tongue along her earlobe briefly.
Alison held her breath at that for a moment, smiling as she leaned against his touch in further encouragement. She should probably be doing something to make him melt in return really, but she was highly distracted at the moment. And then some, remembering to breathe belatedly as she gloried in the ability to touch without pain. What she was feeling was far from being painful, at that. "They usually say s'the best way to know, mmm?" she murmured invitingly, turning her head just enough to press her lips to the corner of his mouth, trying to tease him into another kiss.
Haroun indulged her with another kiss, this one less bruising but still passionate. When he finally came up for air, he grinned at her. "Is that an invite?" he said, full of mock-innocence. "There's a lot I want to see." he growled. "A whole lot."
"Mmm." Alison made a show of thinking about it, peeking around him at the door, then back at the window. "Well. Door's still closed. I'm not jumping out the window..." She paused, then wrinkled her nose. "No wild attacks on the mansion going on..." Grinning slowly, she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Guess that means you get to see a whole lot, mmm?"
Haroun grinned his ear-to-ear Evil Grin (tm). "Guess I do at that." he said, running both his hands down her front only to stop at the hem of her sweater. He didn't lift right away, preferring to look at her one more time before slowly, slowly sliding the sweater northwards.
Laughter bubbled up that - delight, pure relief at finally being able to bear being touched, something else which she still hadn't named out loud, although she'd acknowledged it weeks ago. "We should take our time," she purred innocently, waiting for just the right moment to turn around slowly on his grasp, the shirt half raised to expose her stomach and lower back. Leaning against him, back resting comfortably on his chest, she raised her arms while tilting her head back to look at him with a far-from-innocent gleam in her eyes.
Haroun, while not being the most experienced guy on the planet, could take a hint that blatant. He lifted the sweater up up and away, tossing it over his shoulder to land on her bed in an untidy heap. He then leaned down just a bit to nuzzle her neck. "So very beautiful." he told her, before grinning and pushing one bra strap off her shoulder. "So very beautiful." he murmured again before pushing the other one off.
Biting her lip, Alison tilted her head to the side with a soft murmur, eyes drifting half-shut. The nuzzling had been very nice and she could do with more of that and the light touches used to tease the bra straps off her shoulders were making her shiver in an entirely too pleasant way. Which she had no doubt was plain as day for him to see, considering she was very much shifting against him slowly in reaction.
Haroun grinned as Alison slowly ground herself against him. Teasing, he leaned down to nuzzle the fine skin over her collarbone. In the meantime, his hands wrapped around her waist, fingers over the snap of her jeans.
"This is very nice." Alison chuckled softly, hands moving to rest over his own briefly before sliding up a bit. His sweatshirt was in the way, which was rather vexing at that and even though dealing with that little aspect of things meant distracting him from what he was up to now, Alison didn't mind overmuch. Haroun without a shirt was a very good idea. She waited just a bit longer though, not wanting to interrupt him just yet.
Haroun nuzzled her other collarbone, and then cleverly undid the snap on her jeans. "Last chance to protect your virtue..." he said as he nuzzled into her warm, soft skin. "Not that I think you really want to..."
"After all this hard work to lure you into my lair?" She turned around slowly in the embrace, facing him once more - the kiss was brief, but more than enough to make it clear that protecting her virtue was the last thing on her mind. Once she was done making that point as clear as it could possibly be made, Alison pulled back just a touch, tugging at the edge of his sweatshirt with a faint smile. The leg on her scar she would just pointedly not think about, she decided, despite hating the thing with a passion - there were far better and nicer things to think about now. And he'd have to see it properly at one point anyway.
Haroun shed the shirt with an exaggerated pornstar wriggle, tossing it atop her discarded sweater. "Happy now?" he asked with a smirk on his face, making sure to pose for her enjoyment. It was a silly game they played, but she seemed to enjoy it. But he did stop to enjoy the very look of her - the anything-but-demure bra just barely covering her breasts, the sleek muscle under the fair skin, and the wicked grin creeping across her face.
Her expression never wavered, the gleam in her eyes matching her grin at the sensation of skin against skin. Alison leaned in again, her arms once more winding around his neck as she drew him closer. "Very." She pulled back just a touch after whispering the word next to his ear, taking her time in fitting herself against him. "You?" Her expression grew more serious - for all that he kept giving her openings to slow things down...
... it was time to speed things back up. He kissed her, hard, and then grinned at her. "Definitely." He went for those jeans again, working the zipper downwards, sliding a hand between to work them off her hips. He then looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "If the Songbird would be so kind..." he said, dropping to a knee to aid her jeans in their downward-and-off flight.
Alison arched her back a touch to make the task that much easier, lips quirking at the sound of the jeans shushing off her hips slowly. Balancing easily on one foot to make things easier she cheerfully blessed the fact that wearing something nice rather than plain underwear had always been a definite preference of hers. The peach-colored silk held it's own just fine and she rested one hand on the now bared skin of her hip, following the path of the jeans as they slid lower. There was no warning whatsoever before the window exploded inward in a shower of glass.
Haroun leapt up to his feet, shoving Alison out of the line of fire. "What the _hell_?" he said with great puzzlement once he made out what had actually happened.
Jay had been giving Lockheed another flying lesson. And this time, the dragon had even managed to stay airborne for more than a few seconds. But neither of them had counted on the wind. Oh, that damned wind and its windiness, blowing the two bewinged ones off their course and straight into a window.
And damn it, that hurt! Jay stumbled to his feet, his hair and wings a mess, his shirt shredded, and his arms and face covered with small cuts. "Fuck!" he swore loudly, brushing the shards of glass out of his hair as the wounds closed up on their own. For once, he didn't curse his healing factor. And then he saw where he was and who was standing there. "Oh fuck," he repeated, this time more quietly and afraid.
The wind had been strong enough to blow Jay of course, so Lockheed hadn't had a chance. He came within an inch or so of slaming straight into the wall, and instead just went tumbled head over wings past the edge of the window, cutting his side as he went. Luckily, Jay had gone through the window first or the impact probably would have broken something. Curling up in a little ball around the wound, Lockheed ignored his surroundings and simply began to cry loud little dragon sobs.
Between the crash and the cries which were echoing through the cold, still air, Kitty was phased out andflat out running through the air in seconds. "Jay! Lockheed! Are you ok?" she cried as she dashed down to where the sound was coming from, unaware of anything except the need to get to the two fliers.
Within the room itself, Alison reached out for her jeans, which thankfully hadnt been cast off too far away from where Haroun had shoved her - she yanked them on in record time, ignoring her blouse afterwards completely. "Haroun, check on Jay." The boy looked all right, but he was a flyer and thus part of the flying classes. "Wings first." Lockheed let out another pitiful cry at that and throwing the nearest blanket she could find over the cracked safety glass on the floor, Alison scooted over to him, wondering how he'd managed to cut himself in the blunt glass.
Haroun moved over to Jay's side, carefully examining him for any sort of serious injury. "Hold still." he told the boy. "Safety glass shouldn't embed, but I think you knocked a wing against the
window frame. That's _got_ to hurt." He moved over to where Alison had put herself more-or-less together. "Page Medlab. Jay might have some bruising along his wings, and how's the thing?" he said, motioning to Lockheed.
A glance at the window, and the sight of Kitty running on air towards them of all things caused Alison to raise an eyebrow - she hadn't heard about that power development, although it certainly made sense. "It's a shallow gash, nothing more really. Must have been from some of the support slats for the window." Crooning softly at the still piteously crying baby dragon, Alison picked him up - carefully. The sight of Kitty would no doubt result in him very much wanting 'mama' and no one else, from the state he seemed to be in. He was cold from the outside, drawing a shiver from Alison as wind gusted in through the shattered window.
The bruises and small cuts and scrapes on Jay's arms and face continued to disappear, his healing factor kicking into full gear. But that didn't stop his arms from getting all goosebumpy when a shirtless Mr. al Rashid touched him. Don'tlookatyourteacher, don'tlookatyourteacher, don'tlookatyourteacher . . . he repeated to himself. But he's got a very nice . . . another voice protested, one that was immediately quieted by the mental equivalent of a glare. "Ah-Ah think Ah'll be fine, sir," he said, his voice shakey.
Haroun watched Jay heal with quirked eyebrows. "Right. Healing factor. I forgot. Cancel the Medlab call, we're good up here." he called out to Alison. Turning back to Jay, he looked his student over. "You going to be all right, son?" he asked as kindly as he possibly could. "That was a nasty spill you took."
Kitty burst into the room, crying out, "Jay? Lockheed? Are you..." before really processing what was going on. Shirtless teachers... oh, boy... She skidded to a stop in midair and phased in, landing on the ground with a thump.
Hearing Kitty's voice just made Lockheed cry louder, although a quick look had shown Alison the smallest of scratches. But Kitty was at her side, peering down at Lockheed worridly. "Al, is he ok? I'm really, really sorry about all of this... Shhh, Lockheed. Don't cry..."
Lockheed's increased whimpering making it very clear in exactly whose arms he wanted to be - Alison had no doubt the whispered suggestion that playing it strong and brave would kick in soon, from the crafty look on the dragonet's face at the words right before Kitty had made it through (literally) the remains of the window. She handed him over to Kitty with a reassuring smile, not at all concerned about being in a bra and jeans and well, nothing else. "He's going to be fine." She winked at Kitty over Lockheed's head and then turned to get a look at Jay's wings - and then paused, lips quirking just a touch at the sight of the bewinged boy doing his level
best not to stare at Haroun. It was definitely getting cold in the room now, all the teenagers wearing winter gear and the adults topless or almost. "Oh, he looks like he's doing well," she finally stepped in to rescue Jay, after having slipped on her blouse quickly, offering Haroun his shirt back with a small grin.
Haroun watched all the goings-on with great amusement now. He had TWO teenagers in Alison's room, plus a crying dragon. Oh, this day was now officially shot _all to hell_. And her window was shattered, which
Cain would just _love_, and now the kids would start their tongues a-wagging, and that was just One More Stress he really didn't want or need. "OK! Anyone nonhuman or under the age of 21 needs to evacuate. Right now." he said, attempting to herd the teenagers and the dragon out the door. He accepted his shirt, but didn't bother to put it back on. Thanks to the cold breeze, his body was almost literally sheathed in fog from his power keeping his body warm.
"Y'know what? Ah was just thinkin' the same thing," Jay said, his face redder than his wings, still very much not gawking at Haroun. "We should, um, skedaddle. Leave the two of ya alone. Um, really sorry 'bout that." He pointed over his shoulder to the broken window. "Didn't mean ta, really. It was the wind, knocked us out. But, uh, we'll be goin'."
Kitty took Lockheed with faint blush staining her cheeks. "Yes, right. Exactly. This is us, leaving... Oh, shhh, Lockheed. It's ok, I'm here. We'll go get you patched up and I'll get you some stew from the kitchen. It'll be ok. Don't cry... Sorry, sorry. Really, really sorry," she said again, hurrying towards the door.
Haroun did his best to shepherd the students out of the room while maintaining an appropriate mien of dignity and restraint. Difficult to do while half-naked and being interrupted in the process of removing your girlfriend's garments one by one in preparation for a very long evening of mutual pleasuring. More difficult still while staring daggers at his errant Flight class student and the winged reptile he was trying to teach.
"Merry Christmas!" Jay called from the door, following Kitty and Lockheed out. "Time ta scrub mah eyes out," he said to her, shivering. "Or imprint it in mah memory. Can't decide which yet."
Kitty shot a semi-worried looking grin at Jay. "Can you come down with me to the medlab? I want to get some gauze or something for Lockheed. It doesn't look so bad, but I'm worried..." The dragon had buried his head in her arms and was still letting out the occasional whimper. Not being able to see his face, though, meant Kitty had no idea about the calculating look in his little dragon eyes. This had to be worth several dinners, at least, and possibly even an evening without The Boy.
Once the kids had gone, Haroun turned around, put his back to the door, and just laughed. He laughed until the tears came down his face. "I can't win. WE can't win!" he wheezed around belly-laughs.
Alison's previously quiet snickering dissolved into helpless laughter as well, and she went to join him, leaning on the door next to him - and well, it was warmer right next to him, too. "Try and try again," she managed to wheeze, shaking her head. "If nothing else someone will run out of ways to interrupt us!"
"I swear, next time it's either in the Blackbird or we find the nearest nuclear bunker and hide out there!" he laughed. "This is really getting ridiculous. What's next, the building will catch fire?" he joked.
"Either's asking for trouble I bet you." There had to be some time where they'd be left alone long enough, damn it. "And the building better not catch fire from the hotness of us, cause no one would ever let us live it down," Alison added with a mischievous expression. "I need to call someone in to get this fixed. Lee probably has people he's cleared."
Haroun nodded. "Well, since this option is pretty much shot, how about some hot chocolate and a movie? I've got my own DVD player and TV, you know, even if you find the state of my decor somewhat lacking." he said with a grin. "We can put steel shutters up to keep people from breaking in."
The intercom crackled to life once more, this time Lee calmly wanting to confirm that everything was all right - the security alarms had gone off, but he'd seen what had happened from the outside cams and it had been clear everything was under control, from the lack of paging the medlab. After reassuring him that all was well and being informed that someone would be sent to fix the window stat, Alison nodded, drawing Haroun out of the room and into the now considerably warmer hallway. "Hot chocolate," she shivered a bit, then grinned as she sidled closer, "and a movie sounds just about perfect."
In the small side room near the front hall, Alison looked outside, nose practically pressed to the window. Everything was white - a clean slate, a new beginning. The snow was falling gently, layering the grounds with yet another covering of whiteness. With everything that had happened in the past week, Alison hadn't had the chance to stop and just enjoy finally being healed. Nothing hurt anymore, the cold from the glass her hands were resting against was nothing more than a light chill and the clothes she was wearing were warm and comfortable and very much not synthsilk. She sighed softly, fogging up the window in front of her as a result. Drawing back with a small frown she shook her head, smiling just a touch and waited for the fog to fade so she could resume looking outside.
Haroun was outside, enjoying the crisp cool December air. He was only wearing a Xavier sweatshirt and jeans, with combat boots on his feet. His breath exploded in little cloud-like puffs, and the heat of his power shimmered off his skin visibly. "Come on outside, it's a glorious morning!" he called back to Alison.
His voice was easily discernable even through the window, Alison going up on her toes to look at him. Grinning she popped back down and re-fogged the window, just enough to draw out a happy face in the glass before darting off to find a winter jacket and boots. Moments later she was opening the front door, slipping outside with a cheerful smile. The crunching of the snow underfoot was almost too sharp, Alison humming to herself as she went down the steps, walking towards Haroun. It was almost unreal, being outside like this, she thought. "Keep talking!"
"Oookay." he said with a laugh. "It's a glorious morning, you're still symptom-free, the Blackbird is running at 100%, and I got a letter from home this morning. So far, it is a _perfect_ day." he grinned. "Only one thing could make it even better." he said mischievously.
The sound of his voice was really a wonderful thing. Finding ways to keep him talking would be a nice hobby, she decided. With a touch of the silly to her smile, Alison stopped a few feet away from him, quirking an eyebrow at him curiously. "And that would be... something I can help you with, maybe?"
"Oh, definitely." he said, and then lurched down to heave a handful of snow right at her head.
Blue eyes peered out at him framed by a healthy amount of snow, a clump slowly falling from her cheek to fall on the ground. Her tanned skin stood out in sharp contrast as she gaped at him, surprised starting to turn to outrage. "You..." Well, this demanded retaliation. "You!" Not very articulate, but the snowball that followed, with another quickly tacked on for when he ducked the first spoke volumes.
"Me!" he said, taking the second snowball on the leg. Then he reached down, packed a new snowball, and launched it right at her. He punctuated it with a laugh, and then went looking for cover. "You throw like a GIRL!" he shouted after her as he ducked her return fire.
"I am a girl!" she called out gleefully, having intercepted the snowball with her forearm, and paused only a moment to stare at the snow on the sleeve of her coat with a smile. No pain. My, that was fun! She sprinted after him, scooping up more snow in the process, taking very deliberate aim for his butt as cover was being searched for.
Haroun got his plastibutt frosted by Alison as he tried to dive out of the way - not very seriously, of course, and all in good fun. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to THROW LIKE ONE!" he laughed, and then went in for the diving tackle - the gentlest diving tackle in the history of diving tackles, granted, but still.
Nothing but allowing herself to be tackled would be appropriate of course, besides the fact that she could allow it and it was entirely too much fun to boot. "I may throw like a girl but you tackle like one!" The close contact also made it much easier for her to pack snow down the back of his shirt, laughing the entire time without trying to escape in the least.
Haroun arched his back as the cold snow slid down his spine. "COLD!" he said with a mock-chattering of his teeth. "I've missed you." he said as he looked down at her, wriggling himself against her just a little bit. "Welcome back."
Wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him closer, Alison grinned up at him, shifting a bit as the snow's coolness started to creep through her clothes. "Missed being able to do this." The weight was comfortable, the crackling of the snow echoing lightly with every minute move. "Good to be back." She freed up one arm to wipe away at her cheek, plucking away at a bit of snow which had slipped under her collar.
Haroun watched that bit of snow with great interest. With his free hand he grabbed another handful of snow, and rolled the two of them over so that he could hit The Spot with it - just to see how she'd react.
The reaction was instant. "GYAH!" Alison twisted in a vain attempt to get away from that, eyes comically wide in surprise. He was holding her which made wriggling free an interesting challenge to say the least, and she reached out to try and bat at his hand, trying to get the snow away. "S'cold!" Laughing, she squirmed just a bit more for effect.
Haroun grinned and enjoyed the wriggles, using his superior upper-body strength to keep her in place for a few seconds before "allowing" her to escape - if she wanted to. "That was funny. You should have seen the look on your face."
Escape was out of the question of course, though she did brace herself, one hand sinking in the snow for a moment while she settled down comfortably. "That was cold," she corrected him, trying not to laugh while being admonishing about having snow on the back of her neck. "Very cold at that." The hand she had been leaning on came back up and she sprinkled his face liberally with loosely packed snow.
Haroun spluttered as the snow went everywhere. Grinning, he tried a new trick - bringing the heat of his power up to his face to melt the snow without bringing too much up and causing himself to light on fire or giving himself a fever.
Alison blinked as the snow started to melt slowly on his face. "Ooh, localized heating, mmm?" She shifted, eyeing the now melted snow critically. "You're all wet now." Stating the obvious, frankly, was fun sometimes. Besides, the snow fight was slowly dying down now, and she was feeling lazy about it. "Mmm." Leaning down, she kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "Wet."
Haroun grinned. "Just wait." he said, and blinked as the heat to his face dried out his eyes. The wetness eventually evaporated off of his face, and then he let the heat die down to his normal internal temperature. "Now that was odd. Dries my eyes out something fierce, though." he said, blinking hard a few times.
Laughing quietly, she shook her head at him. "Well, d'uh!" With an innocent expression she moved her hand to his side, resuming the eternal quest for a ticklish spot. Which right now, was fairly easy considering he was only wearing a sweatshirt outside, despite the weather.
Haroun let her explore - it was far more entertaining that way. "So now that you've got me..." he said with a leering grin. "What do you plan on doing with me?"
"Sooo many possibilities," she crooned pleasantly, waggling her eyebrows at him in return. Nope, not ticklish there either. Or there. The cold was starting to get to her, although she ignored it for now - this was far too nice. "And such a long list too. What to start with, I wonder?" She shifted, leaning on his chest while tapping her chin, deep in thought.
"Well, when a certain Heir to a Kingdom of Idiots came back from his Idiocy 2K4 tour, I remember a certain songbird had a few thoughts on that topic for when she was allll better..." he taunted with a grin. "So is the songbird all talk?" he teased.
"The songbird is not a flaming exhibitionist, if a certain Heir to the Kingdom of Idiots must know," she purred cheerfully, glancing up at the mansion nearby. Very nearby. "The songbird is also not a portable heater at the moment even if she's back in intensive powers training," she pouted at that, going for horribly cute, before winking at him. "She might be amenable to a bribe of hot chocolate though. Because that's what's done after a snow ball fight." She paused, looking serious. "Hot chocolate, with the little marshmallows. Those are important."
Haroun nodded. "Would the Songbird also be requiring her own personal spaceheater along with that hot chocolate with the marshmellows?" he said with a grin. "Because I think that the Heir was thinking ahead, and all the things required for the Post-Snowball Fight are waiting for us in your room."
Eyes widening dramatically, Alison gasped in mock-horror. "It was an ambush." Considering his offer, she peered down at him with a stern expression. "The Heir is very sneaky. And the hot chocolate, with marshmallows, would just not be the same without the songbird's own personal spaceheater along." The declaration was accompanied by a wise nod.
"Of course it was an ambush! Silly songbird." he smirked up at her. "Shall we adjourn to a warmer clime, where the songbird can regain her warmth with hot chocolate, marshmellows, and sneaky Moors?" he asked with a wink.
"Hrm. That could be a possibility, yeah." Alison pushed herself up, straddling him for a moment. "And what happened to the good Muslim boy being seduced by my wicked charms, huh?" She flicked snow at him with both hands this time, utterly without remorse, before doing her best to scramble away. "Sneaky is as sneaky does!"
Haroun spluttered again before flipping back to his feet. "That poor little Muslim boy has fallen to wicked ways." he said piously. "However, he really doesn't seem to mind too much." he laughed, chasing after Alison with a leering grin. "As a matter of fact, he's starting to take it as a core belief - that songbirds and wickedness should be indulged in."
"Ha!" She slowed down to a walk halfway to the door, not wanting to push things and end up out of breath - or to be glared at by Madelyn again, for not following her fitness regimen to the letter. Turning around, she walked backwards, looking entirely too smug. "The songbird is very pleased with her success in this matter."
"As she should be." he said, following her wiggling butt as she walked through the Mansion, to eventually wind up back in her room. "As she should be. So - we're here. Next step is yours." he said with a somewhat serious look. "Whatever you want, I'm cool with." he added.
Alison paused in the middle of the room, straightening up a bit before looking at him over her shoulder with a small smile. "You know... after all this waiting to be able to touch again, I'm not even sure where to start anymore." Hot chocolate entirely forgotten, she walked over to his slowly, reaching out to snag the sweater once she neared him, to draw him a bit closer. "We could always just..." She smiled a bit crookedly. "Fly by the seat of our pants and see where we end up?"
Haroun grinned and closed the door behind him. "I do like the sound of that." he said, eyeing her pants with great amusement. "Do you think you're physically up for it?" he said with some concern.
"I thought you might." Voice rich with amusement, she closed the distance between them just a few inches more, still holding on to his sweater. "And I'm not an invalid, you know." Alison grumbled the words out, pouting at him in the bargain. "A few weeks, or maybe a month of intensive training and I'll be right back to peak shape again."
Haroun nodded. "Hey, just trying to look out for your health." he said with an evil grin. "So ..." he said, moving over to her to take what he'd been aching for for months now. He started by scooping her into his arms and laying a very rough and deep kiss on her.
A small whimper lodged in the back of Alison's throat, her reaction to the kiss immediate and near overwhelming - for all that she'd briefly felt shy about this, her body certainly had other ideas on the matter, none of them having anything to do with shy or hesitant in the least. She tried to murmur something, the words entirely lost as she slowly attempted to soften the kiss into something slightly gentler, if no less intense.
Haroun, not having the experience or the sensitivity, didn't back off like he probably should have. But he did come up for air after a few long moments, staring into Alison's eyes with a predatory hunger. "You taste delicious." he said, licking his lips with obvious pleasure and tracing a fingertip down the side of her neck, stopping only at the edge of her sweater.
He was looking at her like that again and it wreaked havoc on her ability to think every single time. Breathing a bit unsteadily, Alison smiled at him, a slow and lazy curve of her lips. And then laughed quietly, her lips finding his for a featherlight kiss. "One single kiss and I'm already all about the melting here," she purred, shivering from the touch still, only too aware of what he was doing.
"You know, I'm fairly sure that there won't be any state cops to interrupt us here." he said with a fiendish grin - and let that finger trace lower still, tracing down her breastbone. "Melting, are you?" he said in his low, growelled voice. "Should I check and see for myself?" he taunted, and then leaned forward to run his tongue along her earlobe briefly.
Alison held her breath at that for a moment, smiling as she leaned against his touch in further encouragement. She should probably be doing something to make him melt in return really, but she was highly distracted at the moment. And then some, remembering to breathe belatedly as she gloried in the ability to touch without pain. What she was feeling was far from being painful, at that. "They usually say s'the best way to know, mmm?" she murmured invitingly, turning her head just enough to press her lips to the corner of his mouth, trying to tease him into another kiss.
Haroun indulged her with another kiss, this one less bruising but still passionate. When he finally came up for air, he grinned at her. "Is that an invite?" he said, full of mock-innocence. "There's a lot I want to see." he growled. "A whole lot."
"Mmm." Alison made a show of thinking about it, peeking around him at the door, then back at the window. "Well. Door's still closed. I'm not jumping out the window..." She paused, then wrinkled her nose. "No wild attacks on the mansion going on..." Grinning slowly, she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Guess that means you get to see a whole lot, mmm?"
Haroun grinned his ear-to-ear Evil Grin (tm). "Guess I do at that." he said, running both his hands down her front only to stop at the hem of her sweater. He didn't lift right away, preferring to look at her one more time before slowly, slowly sliding the sweater northwards.
Laughter bubbled up that - delight, pure relief at finally being able to bear being touched, something else which she still hadn't named out loud, although she'd acknowledged it weeks ago. "We should take our time," she purred innocently, waiting for just the right moment to turn around slowly on his grasp, the shirt half raised to expose her stomach and lower back. Leaning against him, back resting comfortably on his chest, she raised her arms while tilting her head back to look at him with a far-from-innocent gleam in her eyes.
Haroun, while not being the most experienced guy on the planet, could take a hint that blatant. He lifted the sweater up up and away, tossing it over his shoulder to land on her bed in an untidy heap. He then leaned down just a bit to nuzzle her neck. "So very beautiful." he told her, before grinning and pushing one bra strap off her shoulder. "So very beautiful." he murmured again before pushing the other one off.
Biting her lip, Alison tilted her head to the side with a soft murmur, eyes drifting half-shut. The nuzzling had been very nice and she could do with more of that and the light touches used to tease the bra straps off her shoulders were making her shiver in an entirely too pleasant way. Which she had no doubt was plain as day for him to see, considering she was very much shifting against him slowly in reaction.
Haroun grinned as Alison slowly ground herself against him. Teasing, he leaned down to nuzzle the fine skin over her collarbone. In the meantime, his hands wrapped around her waist, fingers over the snap of her jeans.
"This is very nice." Alison chuckled softly, hands moving to rest over his own briefly before sliding up a bit. His sweatshirt was in the way, which was rather vexing at that and even though dealing with that little aspect of things meant distracting him from what he was up to now, Alison didn't mind overmuch. Haroun without a shirt was a very good idea. She waited just a bit longer though, not wanting to interrupt him just yet.
Haroun nuzzled her other collarbone, and then cleverly undid the snap on her jeans. "Last chance to protect your virtue..." he said as he nuzzled into her warm, soft skin. "Not that I think you really want to..."
"After all this hard work to lure you into my lair?" She turned around slowly in the embrace, facing him once more - the kiss was brief, but more than enough to make it clear that protecting her virtue was the last thing on her mind. Once she was done making that point as clear as it could possibly be made, Alison pulled back just a touch, tugging at the edge of his sweatshirt with a faint smile. The leg on her scar she would just pointedly not think about, she decided, despite hating the thing with a passion - there were far better and nicer things to think about now. And he'd have to see it properly at one point anyway.
Haroun shed the shirt with an exaggerated pornstar wriggle, tossing it atop her discarded sweater. "Happy now?" he asked with a smirk on his face, making sure to pose for her enjoyment. It was a silly game they played, but she seemed to enjoy it. But he did stop to enjoy the very look of her - the anything-but-demure bra just barely covering her breasts, the sleek muscle under the fair skin, and the wicked grin creeping across her face.
Her expression never wavered, the gleam in her eyes matching her grin at the sensation of skin against skin. Alison leaned in again, her arms once more winding around his neck as she drew him closer. "Very." She pulled back just a touch after whispering the word next to his ear, taking her time in fitting herself against him. "You?" Her expression grew more serious - for all that he kept giving her openings to slow things down...
... it was time to speed things back up. He kissed her, hard, and then grinned at her. "Definitely." He went for those jeans again, working the zipper downwards, sliding a hand between to work them off her hips. He then looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "If the Songbird would be so kind..." he said, dropping to a knee to aid her jeans in their downward-and-off flight.
Alison arched her back a touch to make the task that much easier, lips quirking at the sound of the jeans shushing off her hips slowly. Balancing easily on one foot to make things easier she cheerfully blessed the fact that wearing something nice rather than plain underwear had always been a definite preference of hers. The peach-colored silk held it's own just fine and she rested one hand on the now bared skin of her hip, following the path of the jeans as they slid lower. There was no warning whatsoever before the window exploded inward in a shower of glass.
Haroun leapt up to his feet, shoving Alison out of the line of fire. "What the _hell_?" he said with great puzzlement once he made out what had actually happened.
Jay had been giving Lockheed another flying lesson. And this time, the dragon had even managed to stay airborne for more than a few seconds. But neither of them had counted on the wind. Oh, that damned wind and its windiness, blowing the two bewinged ones off their course and straight into a window.
And damn it, that hurt! Jay stumbled to his feet, his hair and wings a mess, his shirt shredded, and his arms and face covered with small cuts. "Fuck!" he swore loudly, brushing the shards of glass out of his hair as the wounds closed up on their own. For once, he didn't curse his healing factor. And then he saw where he was and who was standing there. "Oh fuck," he repeated, this time more quietly and afraid.
The wind had been strong enough to blow Jay of course, so Lockheed hadn't had a chance. He came within an inch or so of slaming straight into the wall, and instead just went tumbled head over wings past the edge of the window, cutting his side as he went. Luckily, Jay had gone through the window first or the impact probably would have broken something. Curling up in a little ball around the wound, Lockheed ignored his surroundings and simply began to cry loud little dragon sobs.
Between the crash and the cries which were echoing through the cold, still air, Kitty was phased out andflat out running through the air in seconds. "Jay! Lockheed! Are you ok?" she cried as she dashed down to where the sound was coming from, unaware of anything except the need to get to the two fliers.
Within the room itself, Alison reached out for her jeans, which thankfully hadnt been cast off too far away from where Haroun had shoved her - she yanked them on in record time, ignoring her blouse afterwards completely. "Haroun, check on Jay." The boy looked all right, but he was a flyer and thus part of the flying classes. "Wings first." Lockheed let out another pitiful cry at that and throwing the nearest blanket she could find over the cracked safety glass on the floor, Alison scooted over to him, wondering how he'd managed to cut himself in the blunt glass.
Haroun moved over to Jay's side, carefully examining him for any sort of serious injury. "Hold still." he told the boy. "Safety glass shouldn't embed, but I think you knocked a wing against the
window frame. That's _got_ to hurt." He moved over to where Alison had put herself more-or-less together. "Page Medlab. Jay might have some bruising along his wings, and how's the thing?" he said, motioning to Lockheed.
A glance at the window, and the sight of Kitty running on air towards them of all things caused Alison to raise an eyebrow - she hadn't heard about that power development, although it certainly made sense. "It's a shallow gash, nothing more really. Must have been from some of the support slats for the window." Crooning softly at the still piteously crying baby dragon, Alison picked him up - carefully. The sight of Kitty would no doubt result in him very much wanting 'mama' and no one else, from the state he seemed to be in. He was cold from the outside, drawing a shiver from Alison as wind gusted in through the shattered window.
The bruises and small cuts and scrapes on Jay's arms and face continued to disappear, his healing factor kicking into full gear. But that didn't stop his arms from getting all goosebumpy when a shirtless Mr. al Rashid touched him. Don'tlookatyourteacher, don'tlookatyourteacher, don'tlookatyourteacher . . . he repeated to himself. But he's got a very nice . . . another voice protested, one that was immediately quieted by the mental equivalent of a glare. "Ah-Ah think Ah'll be fine, sir," he said, his voice shakey.
Haroun watched Jay heal with quirked eyebrows. "Right. Healing factor. I forgot. Cancel the Medlab call, we're good up here." he called out to Alison. Turning back to Jay, he looked his student over. "You going to be all right, son?" he asked as kindly as he possibly could. "That was a nasty spill you took."
Kitty burst into the room, crying out, "Jay? Lockheed? Are you..." before really processing what was going on. Shirtless teachers... oh, boy... She skidded to a stop in midair and phased in, landing on the ground with a thump.
Hearing Kitty's voice just made Lockheed cry louder, although a quick look had shown Alison the smallest of scratches. But Kitty was at her side, peering down at Lockheed worridly. "Al, is he ok? I'm really, really sorry about all of this... Shhh, Lockheed. Don't cry..."
Lockheed's increased whimpering making it very clear in exactly whose arms he wanted to be - Alison had no doubt the whispered suggestion that playing it strong and brave would kick in soon, from the crafty look on the dragonet's face at the words right before Kitty had made it through (literally) the remains of the window. She handed him over to Kitty with a reassuring smile, not at all concerned about being in a bra and jeans and well, nothing else. "He's going to be fine." She winked at Kitty over Lockheed's head and then turned to get a look at Jay's wings - and then paused, lips quirking just a touch at the sight of the bewinged boy doing his level
best not to stare at Haroun. It was definitely getting cold in the room now, all the teenagers wearing winter gear and the adults topless or almost. "Oh, he looks like he's doing well," she finally stepped in to rescue Jay, after having slipped on her blouse quickly, offering Haroun his shirt back with a small grin.
Haroun watched all the goings-on with great amusement now. He had TWO teenagers in Alison's room, plus a crying dragon. Oh, this day was now officially shot _all to hell_. And her window was shattered, which
Cain would just _love_, and now the kids would start their tongues a-wagging, and that was just One More Stress he really didn't want or need. "OK! Anyone nonhuman or under the age of 21 needs to evacuate. Right now." he said, attempting to herd the teenagers and the dragon out the door. He accepted his shirt, but didn't bother to put it back on. Thanks to the cold breeze, his body was almost literally sheathed in fog from his power keeping his body warm.
"Y'know what? Ah was just thinkin' the same thing," Jay said, his face redder than his wings, still very much not gawking at Haroun. "We should, um, skedaddle. Leave the two of ya alone. Um, really sorry 'bout that." He pointed over his shoulder to the broken window. "Didn't mean ta, really. It was the wind, knocked us out. But, uh, we'll be goin'."
Kitty took Lockheed with faint blush staining her cheeks. "Yes, right. Exactly. This is us, leaving... Oh, shhh, Lockheed. It's ok, I'm here. We'll go get you patched up and I'll get you some stew from the kitchen. It'll be ok. Don't cry... Sorry, sorry. Really, really sorry," she said again, hurrying towards the door.
Haroun did his best to shepherd the students out of the room while maintaining an appropriate mien of dignity and restraint. Difficult to do while half-naked and being interrupted in the process of removing your girlfriend's garments one by one in preparation for a very long evening of mutual pleasuring. More difficult still while staring daggers at his errant Flight class student and the winged reptile he was trying to teach.
"Merry Christmas!" Jay called from the door, following Kitty and Lockheed out. "Time ta scrub mah eyes out," he said to her, shivering. "Or imprint it in mah memory. Can't decide which yet."
Kitty shot a semi-worried looking grin at Jay. "Can you come down with me to the medlab? I want to get some gauze or something for Lockheed. It doesn't look so bad, but I'm worried..." The dragon had buried his head in her arms and was still letting out the occasional whimper. Not being able to see his face, though, meant Kitty had no idea about the calculating look in his little dragon eyes. This had to be worth several dinners, at least, and possibly even an evening without The Boy.
Once the kids had gone, Haroun turned around, put his back to the door, and just laughed. He laughed until the tears came down his face. "I can't win. WE can't win!" he wheezed around belly-laughs.
Alison's previously quiet snickering dissolved into helpless laughter as well, and she went to join him, leaning on the door next to him - and well, it was warmer right next to him, too. "Try and try again," she managed to wheeze, shaking her head. "If nothing else someone will run out of ways to interrupt us!"
"I swear, next time it's either in the Blackbird or we find the nearest nuclear bunker and hide out there!" he laughed. "This is really getting ridiculous. What's next, the building will catch fire?" he joked.
"Either's asking for trouble I bet you." There had to be some time where they'd be left alone long enough, damn it. "And the building better not catch fire from the hotness of us, cause no one would ever let us live it down," Alison added with a mischievous expression. "I need to call someone in to get this fixed. Lee probably has people he's cleared."
Haroun nodded. "Well, since this option is pretty much shot, how about some hot chocolate and a movie? I've got my own DVD player and TV, you know, even if you find the state of my decor somewhat lacking." he said with a grin. "We can put steel shutters up to keep people from breaking in."
The intercom crackled to life once more, this time Lee calmly wanting to confirm that everything was all right - the security alarms had gone off, but he'd seen what had happened from the outside cams and it had been clear everything was under control, from the lack of paging the medlab. After reassuring him that all was well and being informed that someone would be sent to fix the window stat, Alison nodded, drawing Haroun out of the room and into the now considerably warmer hallway. "Hot chocolate," she shivered a bit, then grinned as she sidled closer, "and a movie sounds just about perfect."
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