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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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.

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"I... am sure it will happen sometime." He moves to the pool with her, climbing in first. "So, let's let it happen. Later."

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"You haven't REALLY gone swimming till you've had to do it fully dressed with all your gear," she jokes.

She climbs in after him, grinning. "This is going to sound like a stupid question, but do you know how to float?"

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"Hm, I guess?" he never tried much...

Besides, right now he's trying to not think much of wet cloth clinging to soft skin and delicate curves...

The same curves his hands had the chance to explore partially with the heavy makeouts of the previous evening.

...

And he's glad to be in the water.

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He's not the only one trying to avoid certain thoughts right now.

At least she's still mostly covered above the waist. Annabelle is trying to firmly squash those bits of her brain that are tempted to touch and explore his rather naked chest.

"It's a good place to start, then," she says with a chuckle. "It's easiest to float on your back..."

If he's willing, she'll help walk him through it. Although the feeling of her hand on his bare back is probably not exactly relaxing...

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He trusts Annabelle, so, yes, he will float on his back. "Sure."

After he calms down by thinking about the Queen dressed like a 1920's flapper.

There.

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Whatever works, right?

There are swimming lessons, and by about lunchtime she's quite confident that he's unlikely to drown anytime soon.

Her hair is coming loose from the swimming cap on her head, damp curls peeking teasingly out from underneath.

"You're a fast learner," she tells him with a grin, stretching out the kinks that swimming has put in her muscles.

Sorry, Connor. She's entirely oblivious to the potential effect of said stretching on observers.

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"Thanks." Oh, he is very aware of the effect is has on him.

Connor reaches out, and gently pulls off her cap, letting Annabelle's hair fall free.

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"Just the truth," she says with a smile.

Her hair tumbles loose, likely falling over his fingers. "Now you've let it loose there will be no dealing with it," she teases.

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"I don't mind." He grins a bit. "Do you?"

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"Hm. No, not really," she admits with a grin, one hand brushing his hair back away from his face.

She's terribly, terribly tempted to kiss him right now.

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Well, he kisses her cheek, and holds to her hand. Does it count? "So, are we done here? We should relax a bit, before the movies this afternoon."

He... might be proposing some cuddling together...

Might.

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It counts.

"That sounds good," she replies, gently squeezing his hand. He's not the only one thinking of cuddling. "We should probably dry off first, though."

And probably put more clothes on. Probably.

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He nods, getting up and helping her up. "Meet you inside in a bit, then?"

No need to specify where: they have their room, even if it's a public one.

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"Absolutely," she replies, kissing him briefly on the lips and grinning.

Now she's going to go dry off and put more clothing on. Woe. And try not to think about Connor wearing even less than he is right now. Bad hormones!

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Connor's thoughts are not far from a similar topic... so... if someone's going to be ashamed, it's them both.

The young man will hardly leave Annabelle alone, over the rest of the morning, then lunch, then early afternoon. Then it will be time to leave for the movies.

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That's perfectly fine with Annabelle. Being around him feels....good, in a way she can't quite explain. Active or still, silent or speaking, it doesn't matter.

It's a curious thing, but she likes it.

Ah, the movies. Theatres in the 1920's went for glitz and glamor with leanings toward either Egypt or China, nothing like the plain boxes he's probably used to.

This theatre was built shortly after the discovery of Tutankamen's tomb, and thus at the height of the craze for all things Egyptian. Possibly, it looks a little like it ate the Luxor in modern day Las Vegas and is wearing its remains?

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Well, Connor has never been to Vegas, but the theater is impressive all the same. But, the environs can not hold his attention away from his girlfriend for long. "Nice place."

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Annabelle grins. "They used just about every set production trick in the book, but it seems to work."

There is a small horde of vendors in front of the theater, hawking everything from popcorn to candy to sausages in a bun.*

*There is always someone selling sausages in a bun or the local equivalent where there are gatherings of people. They just seem to turn up, like mushrooms after a rain.

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Oh, hot dogs! Connor will not pass those, american junk food is the best junk food.

(No, fish and chips and beer are not junk food, they're just awesome food.)

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Potato, potatahto, as it were. Annabelle likes them all.

There will be hotdogs with mustard, and popcorn, because you have to have popcorn, right?

(Connor may be having reverse sticker shock with regard to how much things cost, depending on how much research he's been doing about how much things cost and how much people make.)

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Oh, yes popcorn. And sweets, and drinkables too?

Connor demonstrates a good skill in eating tasty food like there's no tomorrow!

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Absolutely. Don't ask how Annabelle manages to juggle that many things AND keep her pistols out of easy sight, it's a gift.

They can both eat tasty things like there's no tomorrow. Connor, because he can control his metabolism, and Annabelle because she burns off pretty much everything she eats.

No, it's not fair.

They make their way into the theatre, and find seats where they can be off by themselves a bit. Once they've settled in, using the nearby seats as storage if necessary, she scoots as close to Connor as the seating will allow.

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Life is not fair.

Those two are just happy the 'unfair' is tipped their way now, right? They should be able to sit close enough, cuddle a bit, and settle for movies and snacking and...

...boyfriend and girlfriend things. Kisses, words and whispers, enjoying the day together.