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aeons_crackshot) wrote2011-03-20 11:01 am
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AU: Trinity Universe/FreakAngels crossover: First date
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.)
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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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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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.
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Very close.
Very... ruffled.
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"I trust I've allayed any concern you might have about my minding you staying?" she teases, voice still a little husky.
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Hmm... he could stay like this forever.
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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?"
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"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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"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.
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Being curled up with Connor like this is rapidly becoming her favorite place to be.
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Right now, he does not want to think about how much an asshole Luke is.
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"Hm. Do you know how to swim?"
The idea of her boyfriend in a swimsuit has stuck in her mind, what can we say?
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"Hm, no." He never had to.
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She does not want to think of him drowning. :-(
"Would you like to learn?"
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"I think I should." At least to not embarrass his girlfriend at the beach.
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Annabelle in a swimsuit: very good.
Himself in a swimsuit? Not so good...
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Annabelle smiles softly at the blush and kisses him again. At this rate, it's going to be late by the time they head off to get some sleep.
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Freakangels need sleep once a week. Connor will worry about that when Annabelle shows signs of being tired.
Hm, kissing.
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Still, she does start to tire eventually. SOME people need to sleep more than once a week, and Annabelle is unfortunately one of them.
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Connor will escort Annabelle to her room, and see that she's safe and sound.
He will not offer to tuck her in bed, even if tempted, and bid her goodnight. Maybe with one last peck for good measure.
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Parting is hard, even though she knows she's going to see him in the morning.
The sun rises, as it always has thus far. The pool area is mostly empty at this hour, thankfully.
Men's swimwear in the 20s looks, well, something like this.
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He even managed to find one his size, but ye gods... those shirt things were a bit too much. Nevermind his scrawny torso, Connor is wearing only the trunks, positioning himself a half decade in the future of beach fashion.
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Even so, she cuts an impressive figure. (As evidenced by one of the other swimmers nearly walking into a wall while watching her walk away.)
She blinks a bit at seeing Connor shirtless and blushes faintly. He's no Adonis, but that doesn't mean she's not admiring the view.
"Good morning," she says with a bright smile, kissing him briefly. (They ARE in public, after all.)
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Not back home. The 'future' is not his home anymore.
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