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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"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.

[leadinghome]

"I don't think Luke's stupid enough to try something like that." Not in a world full of people able to kick his ass.

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'Full' in comparison to their original world, anyway. "I hope so," she says, kissing him again. "I've been tempted to shoot him once or twice, but I'd rather not have to." He's been a bit...abrasive on more than one occassion.

Being curled up with Connor like this is rapidly becoming her favorite place to be.

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Connor just nods.

Right now, he does not want to think about how much an asshole Luke is.

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Understandable.

"Hm. Do you know how to swim?"

The idea of her boyfriend in a swimsuit has stuck in her mind, what can we say?

[leadinghome]

Blink.

"Hm, no." He never had to.

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"Really?" she asks, surprised. "That could be dangerous."

She does not want to think of him drowning. :-(

"Would you like to learn?"

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Blink, redux.

"I think I should." At least to not embarrass his girlfriend at the beach.

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"Oh, good," Annabelle says with a bright smile. "How does tomorrow morning sound? We've got an indoor pool that should be warm enough."

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"Sounds good." And it makes him blush in double embarrassment.

Annabelle in a swimsuit: very good.

Himself in a swimsuit? Not so good...

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That would depend on your point of view. At least swimsuits of this day and age cover a lot more, if a body's worried about their appearance?

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.

[leadinghome]

Sleep?

Freakangels need sleep once a week. Connor will worry about that when Annabelle shows signs of being tired.

Hm, kissing.

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Kissing is a good way to spend the early hours of the night, right?


Still, she does start to tire eventually. SOME people need to sleep more than once a week, and Annabelle is unfortunately one of them.

[leadinghome]

Woe.

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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One last kiss for sweet dreams, perhaps?

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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Connor was up early, procuring a swimsuit.

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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Annabelle is dressed something like this. The suit is, alas, designed to flatter the more androgynous and less athletic body shape in fashion for women in the 20's.

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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He kisses back, and looks her over. "A lot more cloth than... well, back then?"

Not back home. The 'future' is not his home anymore.

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"I would guess so, from what you've told me," she says with a chuckle.

She's just a little nervous as he looks her over, wondering what he's thinking,

[leadinghome]

Connor? is thinking how lucky he is that the swimsuit covers Annabelle that much: otherwise, he would be pretty much brain-fried.

No, do NOT think of her in a skimpy bikini, young man. That's very un-gentlemanly.

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Annabelle's thoughts aren't entirely ladylike either, so.....

"I'm not sure where to start," she says with a shake of her head. "I am NOT teaching you how to swim the way I learned," she says with a frown.

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Connor offers a hand. "Hm. We could start with getting into the water?" The obvious, right?

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Annabelle takes the offered hand with a chuckle. "That sounds like a good place to start. I'm guessing you'd prefer NOT to be tossed into the water?"

Yes, that's what happened to Annabelle around age 6. One of the 14 year old boys with the circus was tired of her following him and his friends around and pestering them.