AU: Trinity Universe/FreakAngels crossover: First date

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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.

After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)

As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?

There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)

Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)

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"I've managed to avoid that thus far," she replies with a wry grin. Of all the Angels, she gets along with Mark and Luke the least. (Possibly because both of them remind her of David.)

"For all their complaining about the cause, they seem more than willing to have at the rewards," she adds with a roll of her eyes.

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"Luke is the one who complains the most. Or sneers." He shakes head, taking Annabelle's hand and going back to the room with the fireplace. "I think Mark is just shaken, and needs some time to change back to his normal self."

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"I hope you're right," Annabelle says quietly.

She's finally starting to realise WHY she feels a bit uneasy around Mark, and the memories involved are still painful.

[leadinghome]

"It was a shock for him: years thinking about being a superhero... about helping people, about doing good things. Then being hunted like a dangerous animal. Like a monster."

"Like a freak."

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"For you too, I should think," she replies, concerned. She leads him over to the couch by the fire, her body language encouraging him to curl up with her.

"I wish I could have been there for you." She might have meant to say 'we' and 'all of you', but this is far more revealing.

[leadinghome]

Connor sets down the cookie basket, and gladly curls with Annabelle.

Shocking, teens acting like that, and unsupervised.

"And in the end, Mark was right: we had to stop, and fight back, or we'd be chased and hunted until we were dead."

[aeons_crackshot]

We'd fear for the safety of anyone who insisted on 'supervising' Annabelle. She's been living as an adult for years now, and wouldn't take kindly to outside interference.

She nods in understanding, enjoying being curled up with him like this. "And so you fought back, and....ended up here, somehow."

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"We wanted to do something big to scare them, off." He nods. "I guess disappearing in a vortex of energy counts?"

"And here... well, here we have a second chance."

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"I'd say so," she replies with a chuckle, kissing him.

She nods. "Wherever you decide to go, once you've gotten yourselves acclimated and we've put a few words in the right ears." It's a lot easier to fake an identity in the 1920's, thank goodness.

"I think that's why we haven't....asked for anything permanent or major yet. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you like that."

Could they use people with the Angels' talents? Oh HELL yes. Does Annabelle want Connor to stay very badly? Absolutely. But neither Annabelle nor Æon as a whole are going to pressure them into anything.

[leadinghome]

"Hm... I..." He blushes, very red. "Was thinking of... staying."

"Around here."

With you is not said, but, does he need to? At least right now?

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It probably wouldn't hurt.

Annabelle blushes a bit herself. "Really? I was, I was hoping you would stay around here."

The 'with me' part is left unspoken. It's not inconceivable that he'd find someone else, now that he's out of that mad world of his. Someone who lives a safer, quieter life. A girl who's less freakish than she is, less of a magnet for trouble and pain.

[leadinghome]

"I was hoping you'd not mind me staying." While Connor's sure she could find someone less bland, someone who would not min danger and such.

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That description could have applied to David, which is hardly a mark in its favor.

"Mind?!" Annabelle asks, blinking. Clearly, she has not been getting her point across well enough.

[leadinghome]

Or Connor is extra insecure.

Yeah, that's it: see how he holds Annabelle's hands? See how he looks into her eyes, with hope, and with trust?

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Oh, those eyes. How could anyone resist them, never mind poor Annabelle?

Her heart catches a little at the hope and trust in his eyes. She doesn't feel worthy of that degree of feeling.

She's not good with words, so she tries to put as much of her feelings into a kiss as she can. Like turning into something more. Trust, hope, joy, amazement. And desire, of course. (She's 17, it's not like her libido ever really takes much of a break at this age.)

[leadinghome]

He's 17.

The kiss, well, wipes his brain clear for a few (or several, or many) seconds.

There's only the kiss, and returning it in kid, and Drawing Annabelle closer, and trying really hard to not just grope her like a creep but that's really hard and it's also really hard someone could walk in any second and his hands do wander some and...

Well.

Hm. He's groping.

Sort of. A bit.

Hopefully Annabelle's not going to deck him?

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The groping is understandable, what with her muscles and curves so temptingly to, er, hand. (We're sorry for that one, really.)

He won't be the only one with wandering hands for long, either. Curiosity and her own hormones prompt her to touch and explore, the tiny part of her brain that's still thinking hoping for a good reaction as opposed to a bad one.

[leadinghome]

The doors to the room close, quietly. Perfectly quiet.

Because Connor would be rather upset if someone walked in right now.

Heavy make-outs are happening, and nobody should interrupt, really nobody.

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Annabelle would be upset too, so it's good that he's taken the initiative on preventing that from happening.

This feels good, very good. One would guess that it's even more intense for an empath, all things considered.

Other than the brief interruption of a rather tantalizing set of wriggles and contortions by Annabelle to get out of her gun belt for the sake of Connor's ribs and other bits, the make-out goes on without interruption for quite some time.

[leadinghome]

Probably ending with the two rather tangled with each other on the couch.

Very close.

Very... ruffled.

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Very tangled and very ruffled indeed.

"I trust I've allayed any concern you might have about my minding you staying?" she teases, voice still a little husky.

[leadinghome]

"Hmm, yes. I hope I took care of any doubt about me wanting to stay?"

Hmm... he could stay like this forever.

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"Oh, yes," she replies with a faint blush.

She's not feeling any great desire to move either. It's not afterglow, but the endorphin rush has left her feeling very relaxed and mellow.

"Do the others know you're planning to stay?"

[leadinghome]

"Arkady knows." Of course. "But Arkady just knows stuff. I think she, KK and Caz, and Kirk want to stay too."

"Karl might move to the countryside, I think he wants to be away from people for a while. Luke's not staying, he's leaving the moment he realizes he'd have to work for a living. I hope Mark stays, he should see how he can do what he wanted to do before people started hunting us."

"Sirkka and Jack are not staying, those two want to be alone with each other."

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"That rather matches the impressions I got," Annabelle replies with a chuckle. Luke, Jack and Sirkka's paths seem especially obvious.

"I do hope we don't end up having to...deal with Luke one of these days." If he's that averse to working for a living...he mind end up using his abilities in decidedly unethical ways to get by.