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xp_logsManuel wakes up with one more girl in the bed than he went to sleep with. Cute (and not a little innuendo) ensues.
Manuel blinked a few times, as was his custom, as he snapped from asleep to awake. Something was wrong - off, different, not quite right. But he hadn't had any caffeine yet and he had the sleepy crud still in his eyes, so he was not firing well on all cylinders. So he half-collapsed out of bed and staggered towards his minifridge. He was fairly sure he had some Red Bull left, and it would be Just The Thing to wake him up and get him moving on all cylinders.
There was a sleepy mumble, and movement within the pile of blankets, and then a girl's voice said. "'S too bloody early. Come back t' bed?"
Manuel stopped dead. He knew that voice. But she couldn't be here, now! She wasn't scheduled to arrive until... later today. Much later today. Manuel reached into his minifridge and slammed back his (last!) Red Bull. "Gaaaaah." he said eloquently as the caffeine and whatnot hit his mutant biology. "Amanda?"
A tousled head popped out of the nest of blankets. "You were expectin' someone else?" she teased with a yawn.
"The Swedish Bikini Team?" he teased as he slid back into bed. "I didn't think you were supposed to arrive until much later!" he said with an extremely pleased smile plastered onto his face. "What did you do, catch an earlier flight?"
"Uh-huh," she said, cuddling up to him sleepily. "Got in at... three this mornin', I think, an' snuck in here." She looked up at him and grinned. "Yer a heavy sleeper - you didn't notice a thing."
"I had a busy day yesterday. I played Dance Dance Revolution for hours, then went skateboarding with Alex." he protested. "I wore myself out. But now that you're here..." he said with a grin and a draped arm, practically inviting her to use his shoulder as a pillow.
She didn't need prompting, snuggling up and wrapping her arm around his waist. "I couldn't wait any more, an' somethin' happened with Dom that meant she had t' rush off somewhere with David, so I talked GW an' Lien into an earlier flight," she explained, pressing a kiss to the mark on his chest. "An' I missed you."
"Missed you too." he said, shivering a bit as she kissed his mark. "I got access to my computer and the journals back, but you already knew that. Hrm - Kitty has a very nice ass, did you know that? Not as nice as yours, but still. Very muscular." he commented as he relaxed deeper into the bed. "And apparently I owe Paige a night at the opera."
"She does, doesn't she?" Amanda agreed, perfectly secure in the knowledge that there was no way Kitty and Manuel would ever get up to anything. Besides, it was true - Kitty was very nicely built. "An' that's right, you do - I remember you mentionin' somethin' 'bout that, before..." Oh, this was nice, she thought, sleepily running her hand along his side, following the slight dip at his waist and back out again.
Manuel grinned as Amanda's hand went exploring. That was always nice. "Yep. And Dani apologized for being bitchy. Progress, I suppose." he added, returning the exploratory favor with his free hand.
"Oh good. I don't have t' tear her head off now..." Amanda replied, only mostly joking. That possessive protective feeling was still there, and while she knew Manuel could probably look after himself, she had this urge to make sure no-one messed with him. Then he hit one of her ticklish spots, and she squeaked. "Hey, 's not fair. You aren't ticklish," she complained.
Manuel grinned. "I know. Such a terrible burden." he joked, and then set to work seriously tickling her. After all, when he was tickling her she tended to thrash all over the place, and that was really cute as a general rule. And very, very hot.
So much for sleep... Squealing and giggling, Amanda managed to finally pin down those bad tickling hands. Of course, it meant she ended up on top of him, but she could live with it. "Yer a very bad man," she told him, grinning down at him as she held his hands down above his head.
Manuel grinned up at Amanda. "Ut-oh." he said in his best Damsel in Distress voice. "Whatever am I to do now?" he grinned. "I'm trapped and completely at your mercy!" He looked at her front as best he could, and saw a welcome but unfamiliar stretch of mostly scar-free flesh. "Nice job on the scar removal." he said.
"I figured, after that post 'bout how much I've changed, an' it bein' a year an' all, I'd go for a change of look t' match. Well, Dom suggested it, an' I liked the idea. So we went all out, did the hair, went t' this laser surgery place she knows in Berlin... I just Healed things up the rest of the way." She leaned down and kissed him, showing him that while some of the piercings were gone, she'd kept the favourite one. "Like it?"
Manuel rumbled deep in his chest, and then squirmed himself against her - he didn't want to break her grip on his wrists - to show his appreciation. "It's beautiful." he said softly. "Just like you."
Her smile softened, and she leaned forward for another kiss. "So're you," she said, coming up for air. Then she added, grin turning mischievous. "In a completely manly way, of course."
"Raaar!" Manuel said, and then lost it laughing for a few moments. "I am a sexy bitch, no?" he said, somehow managing to pose fetchingly despite his silly grin and having both wrists secured up over his head.
"Very," she agreed, giggling. "An' now I've got you all to meself, what am I gunna do with you?"
Manuel shrugged as best he could given the circumstances. "I'm completely at your mercy" he said in his very dangerous to the female hormonal levels Bedroom Voice. "I'll have to do whatever you want."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun," Amanda teased, switching her hands so she was holding him down with one and running her fingers ever-so-lightly over his ear and down his neck. "Anythin' I want?"
"Anything at all." he said in the same Bedroom Voice. "You saved me, put your mark on me. I belong to you now." he said teasingly.
That gave her pause. Letting go of his hands and sitting up, still straddling him, she looked down at the mark, running her fingers lightly over it. "Do you mind?" she asked slowly. "That I had t' do that?" There was a part of her saying that it was as it should be, that he'd been hers all along, and this was just tangible proof of that. Despite herself, she couldn't be worried by the thought - she'd lost so much, come so close to losing him... she wouldn't let it happen again.
Manuel kept his hands exactly where they were. "Not really." he said after a moment's thought. "You won't abuse it, and I don't even know what kind of power this gives you over me." he said. "Maybe you can use it to bring my power back. That will keep us as equals." he pointed out. "That way, I won't have exclusive power over you, and you will have no such thing over me. I let you do what you did. Don't forget that."
"As far as me havin' power over you... not so much. 'S more not lettin' anyone else have it over you - I've pretty much put out a warnin' t' every magic user there is that yer off-limits," she said with a small smile, tracing the runes unconsciously with her fingertip. "An' we are equals. If yer mine, then I'm just as much yers."
Manuel grinned. "Good." he said with great satisfaction. He couldn't explain why, but her words filled him with a terrible satisfaction. "So what do you want from your devoted love-slave?" he asked her with a grin. "I feel like letting you take what you will."
A truly wicked grin crossed her face. "Love-slave, huh? Well then, first of all, I command you to..." She paused dramatically. "Get us some breakfast? I'm starvin' - plane food's not worth bollocks."
"Breakfast." he repeated, and then nodded. "Sure thing. Anything in particular you're hungry for, other than hot Spanish action?" he asked her with a leer. "Because I could go for some fresh fruit right now, maybe a croissant or a bagel or something."
"Sounds great," she said, leaning forward again for another kiss. "Juice too?" she asked, trailing kisses along his jawline to his ear, which she nibbled gently.
Manuel grinned and tried very hard to not shiver in delight at the things she was doing to him. "Orange, apple, or cranberry? Screw it, I'll bring all three up. There's room in my fridge." he said with a grin, then went looking about for pants - he slept in the nude, which was his usual custom, and any pants that he did find would by necessity have to be fairly stretchy. Finally, he tossed on a pair of questionably clean sweatpants. "Be back in a bit!" he said, then headed out to go get the food.
She laughed, burrowing back under the blankets. "Love you," she called out to him as he left, before curling up happily in the bed. She knew she was projecting happy goofy mushy thoughts at him down the link, but she couldn't help it.
Manuel kept up his end of the mushy happy pleased-to-see-you-wannafuck? thoughts as he scrounged up breakfast. Judging by the feeling of triumph, he definitely found what he was looking for. Ten minutes or so later, Manuel reappeared, bearing a large shopping bag filled with food. "Presentation sucks, I know, but there was a lot of food." he said as he put the bag on his bed. Inside was the promised three cartons of juice, multiple pieces of fruit, and a bag of bagels and another of croissants.
"Yer a lifesaver," she said, sitting up regardless of the fact she was naked (she'd ditched her clothes as she'd come in last night - she still had no idea where half of them were). She rewarded her returning hero with a big smooch, before she set upon the food as only a starving wytchbrat could.
Manuel's stomach rumbled sympathetically, and he snagged the package of blackberries before they could be consumed whole. "Hey. Mine!" he said, then grabbed the grapefruit juice and a glass off his floor. Pouring himself a healthy amount of juice, he killed it in a single bitter swallow.
"Trade you for a peach?" she teased, wrinkling her nose at the grapefruit juice - she hated the stuff. She held out the piece of fruit temptingly, knowing he loved them - or used to, at least.
Manuel, on the other hand, loved grapefruit juice. But he was a tart junkie at the _best_ of times. "Ooh. Peaches!" he said, then he looked at his blackberries. "Okay." he said, passing the fruit over and receiving the peach in return. Then he took a big bite of the fruit, getting peach juice all over his face.
Ooh, blackberries, her favourite. Well, after raspberries. And possibly strawberries, and most other things ending in -berry... "You need a bib," she giggled, leaning forward with an impish grin to lick off the juice running down his chin.
"I don't need a bib. I have a wytchbrat." he said with a laugh. "Much better than any old bib, and also has the side-benefit of being really hot." he added with a smile. He then took another exaggerated bite of his peach, causing sticky peach juice to go everywhere once again.
He really was adorable sometimes... Laughing softly, Amanda went after the dribble of juice running down his neck, running her tongue up to under his jaw, the piercing in it just happening to hit all the sensitive spots. Finishing with a rather sticky kiss, she sat back, popping a blackberry in her mouth.
Manuel shuddered. Violently. It had been a LONG few days. He polished off his peach, then started in on a croissant, washing them both down with more grapefruit juice.
Amanda giggled at the reaction, and grabbed a bagel after a few more blackberries. Realising she needed a glass for the cranberry juice (well, she _could_ drink from the carton, only the led to more mess than actual drinking sometimes), she spotted one on his desk and floated it over. "So, with the headaches an' all gone, they signin' you up for any classes this semester?" she asked, pouring herself a glass of juice before starting on the bagel. Ooh, he'd put cream cheese on it - he didn't remember much, but some of her likes and dislikes had stuck.
Manuel nodded. "Independent Study with Ms Blaire, International Relations with Nathan, and if I can get a Computers and a Maths course, those would make me happy. Plus more Economics courses. How about you - what are you taking this term?"
"They're lettin' me go up a level with English, so I'm joinin' Clarice an' them," Amanda said with a certain amount of satisfaction. "Nate's not runnin' Mandarin any more 'cept as an extra, so I'll keep doin' that on the side, Arabic, Hindi, the basic science class an' bloody maths. An' I'm doin' that history of music course Alison's runnin' for me fun thing, since Art's a right snore with Rasputin teachin' an' Angie takin' it at the college." Bagel finished, she washed it down with the cranberry juice, then reached for more blackberries. "I'm still with the younger kids in maths, so I s'pose I won't be in yer class. Still, probably a good thing - I wouldn't be able t' concentrate with you there."
Manuel preened for just a moment. "Can't have that." he said wickedly, brushing a hand across her chest with a grin. "Gotta concentrate if you want to learn anything." Which was fast becoming difficult, as the rising tent in his sweats and the increasingly heated mental images coming across the link were anything to go by.
Amanda gave him a slow, lazy grin, goosebumps rising on the skin of her breasts. "Definitely," she drawled, reaching forward to tuck a blackberry in his mouth. "No learnin' goin' on with you sittin' there next t' me in class, lookin' all tasty... I might want t' do all sorts of things t' you , in front of everyone an' all..." With a gesture she floated the food down to the floor, since it was obvious they were done eating for now. "Right there on the teacher's desk..."
"On the teacher's desk, eh? Again? It is truly terrible to be me, let me tell you." he said with an exaggerated sigh. "It's nothing but work, work, work, all the time!"
"'S the lot of a love-slave, I'm afraid," she told him, solemnly, before giving him one of those smoldering looks. "An' I think I'm ready for seconds now. So if you want t' come over here..."
Manuel blinked a few times, as was his custom, as he snapped from asleep to awake. Something was wrong - off, different, not quite right. But he hadn't had any caffeine yet and he had the sleepy crud still in his eyes, so he was not firing well on all cylinders. So he half-collapsed out of bed and staggered towards his minifridge. He was fairly sure he had some Red Bull left, and it would be Just The Thing to wake him up and get him moving on all cylinders.
There was a sleepy mumble, and movement within the pile of blankets, and then a girl's voice said. "'S too bloody early. Come back t' bed?"
Manuel stopped dead. He knew that voice. But she couldn't be here, now! She wasn't scheduled to arrive until... later today. Much later today. Manuel reached into his minifridge and slammed back his (last!) Red Bull. "Gaaaaah." he said eloquently as the caffeine and whatnot hit his mutant biology. "Amanda?"
A tousled head popped out of the nest of blankets. "You were expectin' someone else?" she teased with a yawn.
"The Swedish Bikini Team?" he teased as he slid back into bed. "I didn't think you were supposed to arrive until much later!" he said with an extremely pleased smile plastered onto his face. "What did you do, catch an earlier flight?"
"Uh-huh," she said, cuddling up to him sleepily. "Got in at... three this mornin', I think, an' snuck in here." She looked up at him and grinned. "Yer a heavy sleeper - you didn't notice a thing."
"I had a busy day yesterday. I played Dance Dance Revolution for hours, then went skateboarding with Alex." he protested. "I wore myself out. But now that you're here..." he said with a grin and a draped arm, practically inviting her to use his shoulder as a pillow.
She didn't need prompting, snuggling up and wrapping her arm around his waist. "I couldn't wait any more, an' somethin' happened with Dom that meant she had t' rush off somewhere with David, so I talked GW an' Lien into an earlier flight," she explained, pressing a kiss to the mark on his chest. "An' I missed you."
"Missed you too." he said, shivering a bit as she kissed his mark. "I got access to my computer and the journals back, but you already knew that. Hrm - Kitty has a very nice ass, did you know that? Not as nice as yours, but still. Very muscular." he commented as he relaxed deeper into the bed. "And apparently I owe Paige a night at the opera."
"She does, doesn't she?" Amanda agreed, perfectly secure in the knowledge that there was no way Kitty and Manuel would ever get up to anything. Besides, it was true - Kitty was very nicely built. "An' that's right, you do - I remember you mentionin' somethin' 'bout that, before..." Oh, this was nice, she thought, sleepily running her hand along his side, following the slight dip at his waist and back out again.
Manuel grinned as Amanda's hand went exploring. That was always nice. "Yep. And Dani apologized for being bitchy. Progress, I suppose." he added, returning the exploratory favor with his free hand.
"Oh good. I don't have t' tear her head off now..." Amanda replied, only mostly joking. That possessive protective feeling was still there, and while she knew Manuel could probably look after himself, she had this urge to make sure no-one messed with him. Then he hit one of her ticklish spots, and she squeaked. "Hey, 's not fair. You aren't ticklish," she complained.
Manuel grinned. "I know. Such a terrible burden." he joked, and then set to work seriously tickling her. After all, when he was tickling her she tended to thrash all over the place, and that was really cute as a general rule. And very, very hot.
So much for sleep... Squealing and giggling, Amanda managed to finally pin down those bad tickling hands. Of course, it meant she ended up on top of him, but she could live with it. "Yer a very bad man," she told him, grinning down at him as she held his hands down above his head.
Manuel grinned up at Amanda. "Ut-oh." he said in his best Damsel in Distress voice. "Whatever am I to do now?" he grinned. "I'm trapped and completely at your mercy!" He looked at her front as best he could, and saw a welcome but unfamiliar stretch of mostly scar-free flesh. "Nice job on the scar removal." he said.
"I figured, after that post 'bout how much I've changed, an' it bein' a year an' all, I'd go for a change of look t' match. Well, Dom suggested it, an' I liked the idea. So we went all out, did the hair, went t' this laser surgery place she knows in Berlin... I just Healed things up the rest of the way." She leaned down and kissed him, showing him that while some of the piercings were gone, she'd kept the favourite one. "Like it?"
Manuel rumbled deep in his chest, and then squirmed himself against her - he didn't want to break her grip on his wrists - to show his appreciation. "It's beautiful." he said softly. "Just like you."
Her smile softened, and she leaned forward for another kiss. "So're you," she said, coming up for air. Then she added, grin turning mischievous. "In a completely manly way, of course."
"Raaar!" Manuel said, and then lost it laughing for a few moments. "I am a sexy bitch, no?" he said, somehow managing to pose fetchingly despite his silly grin and having both wrists secured up over his head.
"Very," she agreed, giggling. "An' now I've got you all to meself, what am I gunna do with you?"
Manuel shrugged as best he could given the circumstances. "I'm completely at your mercy" he said in his very dangerous to the female hormonal levels Bedroom Voice. "I'll have to do whatever you want."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun," Amanda teased, switching her hands so she was holding him down with one and running her fingers ever-so-lightly over his ear and down his neck. "Anythin' I want?"
"Anything at all." he said in the same Bedroom Voice. "You saved me, put your mark on me. I belong to you now." he said teasingly.
That gave her pause. Letting go of his hands and sitting up, still straddling him, she looked down at the mark, running her fingers lightly over it. "Do you mind?" she asked slowly. "That I had t' do that?" There was a part of her saying that it was as it should be, that he'd been hers all along, and this was just tangible proof of that. Despite herself, she couldn't be worried by the thought - she'd lost so much, come so close to losing him... she wouldn't let it happen again.
Manuel kept his hands exactly where they were. "Not really." he said after a moment's thought. "You won't abuse it, and I don't even know what kind of power this gives you over me." he said. "Maybe you can use it to bring my power back. That will keep us as equals." he pointed out. "That way, I won't have exclusive power over you, and you will have no such thing over me. I let you do what you did. Don't forget that."
"As far as me havin' power over you... not so much. 'S more not lettin' anyone else have it over you - I've pretty much put out a warnin' t' every magic user there is that yer off-limits," she said with a small smile, tracing the runes unconsciously with her fingertip. "An' we are equals. If yer mine, then I'm just as much yers."
Manuel grinned. "Good." he said with great satisfaction. He couldn't explain why, but her words filled him with a terrible satisfaction. "So what do you want from your devoted love-slave?" he asked her with a grin. "I feel like letting you take what you will."
A truly wicked grin crossed her face. "Love-slave, huh? Well then, first of all, I command you to..." She paused dramatically. "Get us some breakfast? I'm starvin' - plane food's not worth bollocks."
"Breakfast." he repeated, and then nodded. "Sure thing. Anything in particular you're hungry for, other than hot Spanish action?" he asked her with a leer. "Because I could go for some fresh fruit right now, maybe a croissant or a bagel or something."
"Sounds great," she said, leaning forward again for another kiss. "Juice too?" she asked, trailing kisses along his jawline to his ear, which she nibbled gently.
Manuel grinned and tried very hard to not shiver in delight at the things she was doing to him. "Orange, apple, or cranberry? Screw it, I'll bring all three up. There's room in my fridge." he said with a grin, then went looking about for pants - he slept in the nude, which was his usual custom, and any pants that he did find would by necessity have to be fairly stretchy. Finally, he tossed on a pair of questionably clean sweatpants. "Be back in a bit!" he said, then headed out to go get the food.
She laughed, burrowing back under the blankets. "Love you," she called out to him as he left, before curling up happily in the bed. She knew she was projecting happy goofy mushy thoughts at him down the link, but she couldn't help it.
Manuel kept up his end of the mushy happy pleased-to-see-you-wannafuck? thoughts as he scrounged up breakfast. Judging by the feeling of triumph, he definitely found what he was looking for. Ten minutes or so later, Manuel reappeared, bearing a large shopping bag filled with food. "Presentation sucks, I know, but there was a lot of food." he said as he put the bag on his bed. Inside was the promised three cartons of juice, multiple pieces of fruit, and a bag of bagels and another of croissants.
"Yer a lifesaver," she said, sitting up regardless of the fact she was naked (she'd ditched her clothes as she'd come in last night - she still had no idea where half of them were). She rewarded her returning hero with a big smooch, before she set upon the food as only a starving wytchbrat could.
Manuel's stomach rumbled sympathetically, and he snagged the package of blackberries before they could be consumed whole. "Hey. Mine!" he said, then grabbed the grapefruit juice and a glass off his floor. Pouring himself a healthy amount of juice, he killed it in a single bitter swallow.
"Trade you for a peach?" she teased, wrinkling her nose at the grapefruit juice - she hated the stuff. She held out the piece of fruit temptingly, knowing he loved them - or used to, at least.
Manuel, on the other hand, loved grapefruit juice. But he was a tart junkie at the _best_ of times. "Ooh. Peaches!" he said, then he looked at his blackberries. "Okay." he said, passing the fruit over and receiving the peach in return. Then he took a big bite of the fruit, getting peach juice all over his face.
Ooh, blackberries, her favourite. Well, after raspberries. And possibly strawberries, and most other things ending in -berry... "You need a bib," she giggled, leaning forward with an impish grin to lick off the juice running down his chin.
"I don't need a bib. I have a wytchbrat." he said with a laugh. "Much better than any old bib, and also has the side-benefit of being really hot." he added with a smile. He then took another exaggerated bite of his peach, causing sticky peach juice to go everywhere once again.
He really was adorable sometimes... Laughing softly, Amanda went after the dribble of juice running down his neck, running her tongue up to under his jaw, the piercing in it just happening to hit all the sensitive spots. Finishing with a rather sticky kiss, she sat back, popping a blackberry in her mouth.
Manuel shuddered. Violently. It had been a LONG few days. He polished off his peach, then started in on a croissant, washing them both down with more grapefruit juice.
Amanda giggled at the reaction, and grabbed a bagel after a few more blackberries. Realising she needed a glass for the cranberry juice (well, she _could_ drink from the carton, only the led to more mess than actual drinking sometimes), she spotted one on his desk and floated it over. "So, with the headaches an' all gone, they signin' you up for any classes this semester?" she asked, pouring herself a glass of juice before starting on the bagel. Ooh, he'd put cream cheese on it - he didn't remember much, but some of her likes and dislikes had stuck.
Manuel nodded. "Independent Study with Ms Blaire, International Relations with Nathan, and if I can get a Computers and a Maths course, those would make me happy. Plus more Economics courses. How about you - what are you taking this term?"
"They're lettin' me go up a level with English, so I'm joinin' Clarice an' them," Amanda said with a certain amount of satisfaction. "Nate's not runnin' Mandarin any more 'cept as an extra, so I'll keep doin' that on the side, Arabic, Hindi, the basic science class an' bloody maths. An' I'm doin' that history of music course Alison's runnin' for me fun thing, since Art's a right snore with Rasputin teachin' an' Angie takin' it at the college." Bagel finished, she washed it down with the cranberry juice, then reached for more blackberries. "I'm still with the younger kids in maths, so I s'pose I won't be in yer class. Still, probably a good thing - I wouldn't be able t' concentrate with you there."
Manuel preened for just a moment. "Can't have that." he said wickedly, brushing a hand across her chest with a grin. "Gotta concentrate if you want to learn anything." Which was fast becoming difficult, as the rising tent in his sweats and the increasingly heated mental images coming across the link were anything to go by.
Amanda gave him a slow, lazy grin, goosebumps rising on the skin of her breasts. "Definitely," she drawled, reaching forward to tuck a blackberry in his mouth. "No learnin' goin' on with you sittin' there next t' me in class, lookin' all tasty... I might want t' do all sorts of things t' you , in front of everyone an' all..." With a gesture she floated the food down to the floor, since it was obvious they were done eating for now. "Right there on the teacher's desk..."
"On the teacher's desk, eh? Again? It is truly terrible to be me, let me tell you." he said with an exaggerated sigh. "It's nothing but work, work, work, all the time!"
"'S the lot of a love-slave, I'm afraid," she told him, solemnly, before giving him one of those smoldering looks. "An' I think I'm ready for seconds now. So if you want t' come over here..."
