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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Yes, he can feel the tears, and holds her close while Annabelle lets the pain flow out. It hurts, but in the end should be clean hurting, of healing.

And about mortified... they can cross that bridge later.

"I love you."

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There are people who look pretty much unchanged after a long bout of crying, Annabelle isn't one of them.

Her voice is a strained whisper, "I love you too." That admission may be the bravest thing she's ever done.

With pain and fear flowing out, the armies of mortification are starting to take the field. A sizable part of her would really like for the floor to open up and swallow her, which isn't a feeling she's accustomed to having.

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Connor might not be the best at romance... but how does a kiss sound like for defense against mortification?

You know, a kiss like that one...

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It....works remarkably well, actually. If only because it drives absolutely everything else out of her head.

The kiss is returned in kind, and she can't actually move any closer to him than she is already. She's more or less straddling his lap, her body pressed up against his in ways that would be decidedly compromising if they weren't fully dressed.

The kiss draws an entirely involuntary sound from her that is most definitely NOT meant for public consumption. Thank goodness it's still very dark in the theater and they aren't close to anyone else, right?

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Very good, because Connor... well, he's having ideas... or rather instincts and his hands are wandering, and holding and...

Well, improper ways for the public place where they are, but his brain is too busy to try to stop anything. It's the girl he loves, right there, so close and so tempting.

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He's not the only one whose instincts are encouraging wandering and holding hands.

The man she loves is right here and he is very, very tempting right now. She draws a shakey breath and moves to nuzzle near his ear, hands perhaps sliding under his shirt in the course of their wandering.

Definitely not appropriate for their current location. Oops?

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Oh yes... too much fabric on the way. Way, way too much. Maybe... hmm... well, second base? Connor does want a bit more, needs a bit more, and his hormones want a lot more.

But they are in public.

Moral and social quandary?

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Second base would definitely be a possibility, as he's not the only whose hormones are demanding more. Thankfully? They're going to get a bit of help with the moral and social quandary.

The lights? Come back on. CRAP.

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CRAP! indeed.

NOTHING TO SEE HERE! Hopefully the mental pulse will give them time to... well, straighten up.

"Quick!" But he's chuckling, cheeks red.

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The mental pulse helps, as does the fact that they weren't the only ones....exploring.

Annabelle lets out a string of words that should not be used around impressionable minds as she disentangles herself from her boyfriend in record time.

She's blushing beet red herself. "Oh, lord. If certain people ever found out about this we'd never have a moment's peace again..." she tells him, nearly giggling.

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Connor grins and nods, squeezing her hand, trying to get his breath and blush under control. "Hmm..."

Come on, help him pretend nothing untoward was happening.

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It's a shame that Annabelle can't bluff worth a damn, then.

She's fighting down her own blush and fast breathing too, at the moment.

"How do you feel about fire escapes?" she manages to ask in an entirely conversational tone. (She's not looking forward to passing by all those people out in the lobby and clustered around the front of the building.)

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"Come on." He gets up, tugging her hand.

Connor is also not interested in facing a crowd right now.

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Annabelle laughs joyfully, letting him tug her after him. "I'll show you how to pick a lock the old fashioned way," she says with a teasing grin. "It'll be educational."

Lot's of things today have been educational. Some intentionally so, others.....not so much.

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Once they are out of sight, Connor will tug Annabelle into another kiss... a quick one.

Well, not so quick.

Okay, a long one. He just needs to feel her close a bit more. Then they can go about lock-picking lessons and gaining the street.

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Annabelle's..rather hot and bothered. Hot and bothered enough that she's very glad desire is decidedly less visually obvious in women than in men. It shouldn't be this hard to focus, to try and think of anything but kissing, touching, tasting.....She's not an animal in heat, damn it, she's a human being!

That thought is enough for the thinking bits of her brain to gain a foothold against her reptile brain. She's not going to rush things, not going to risk doing anything either of them might regret. She's not going to let anyone mess this up, even if that person is her!

An iron will that has kept her going in the face of death and despair forces her desire down to a manageable level.

She gently pins him to the wall, and gives him a look smoldering enough to give a Catholic saint wet dreams. Her voice is still a little husky with desire when she speaks. "You have no idea how tempted I am to seduce you right here and now," she begins. "Or anywhere else, for that matter," she adds, blushing.

She smiles sheepishly. "I can't gamble with what we have by rushing in where angels fear to tread. If it all fell apart...."

Annabelle sighs. "I can't risk anyone damaging things between us, especially if that someone is me."

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Connor... blinks at her. And again.

"Seduce me?" He turns Annabelle around, counter-pinning, and looking into her eyes. "I am the one very tempted to seduce you."

"I know we should wait, and... well... you're so beautiful. So... hot." She's not the only one having trouble with the primitive areas of the brain.

It's a good thing he has that awesome metabolism control, right? "But... we wait. Right?"

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The metabolism control is very good, yes. It certainly cuts down on the potential for public embarassment....

"Right," she says after taking a deep breath. She's got a very good idea of what her dreams are going to be like for...well, however long it ends up being. The higher parts of the brain may have won the daylight hours, but the reptilian brain is going to have the run of her subconscious at night.

Then she remembers they're still in the stairwell. Oops. "So, lockpicking 101," she says with a blush. "This is a bobby pin. It can be used for many things, and people tend to forget to check you for them...."

The lock doesn't present too much of a difficulty, even though she's going slow to show him how it's done. Her childhood was...interesting, by his own world's standards.

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He watches, and nods. "Not really different than how I do it... just you use tools." And he uses telekinesis.

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"I have to work with the hand I got dealt," she says with a wink and teasing grin. She's long since over any jealousy relating to other people having more dramatic powers, if she ever had any in the first place.

It helps that she has handed people with shiny powers their asses many, many times by now, of course. >.>

Annabelle gently starts to open the door. "Let's see how far up we are..."

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He peers out: oh, stairs! "Looks clear... lets go." Connor scurries along, taking point, down to the alley and along it to the back street, away from crowds.

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Annabelle follows close behind, grinning. Well, other than the part where she skips the stairs and slides down the railing instead.

Why? Because she CAN, that's why. If they're lucky, they won't run into any...trouble as they make their way through the alley.

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Trouble.

Trouble, maybe like the man who steps out of shadows, a knife in hand?

You know, that one over there, who starts to utter something about wanting money, and is flung back into the nearest wall by an unseen force? Well, unseen unless you happen to be looking at Connor and notice the glow on his eyes.

The man hits the wall and emits a single grunt before sliding to a dazed, seating position: the impact knocked the air out of him, beautifully so.

Yes, yes, it's not the usual way Connor handles things, but damn it, he's not in the mood to be too nice right now, he's on a date! The world better respect that for a while.

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Annabelle is instantly all business once she sees the knife in his hand.

It's doubtful that the thug is feeling terribly grateful at the moment, but Connor slamming him into the wall might well have saved his life. Lacking telekinesis, she's more inclined to aim to kill or maim when people pull weapons on her.

"I would suggest," she tells the man, "that you let go of that knife in your hand and stay EXACTLY where you are. He's a lot nicer than I am, you see," she adds with a glare. "If you so much as TWITCH in a way that I think is trouble you'll never get the use of your right hand back, for a start."

He's not the only one who's cranky about their date being interrupted, for the record.

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Connor sighs. "Call police? Or what?" The world should give them a break.