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poster: nacey date: 3 September 2001, 11:05pm EST OOC: Thank you for the Sarah assist, Jen. Wow. Energy. I felt a long low whimper inside, and my brain acted quicker than I'd ever known it to in it's life. I took Sarah's hand and guided her from the infirmary, heart pounding in my chest. "Was there any particular fridge you were interested in?" I asked her. She frowned at this, looking a little confused. "What do you mean?" I shrugged and smiled. "It's just that I have a bar fridge in my room. There are some snacks in there." She tipped a brow. "You have your own room?!" She gasped. "How did you score that?" I looked at her, twisted my face into an animalistic grimace and gave a low guttural growl. She sighed, smiling a little. "I haven't eaten in a week Max. Even I need more than a snack." I nodded, conceding and turning in a different direction than intended once we reached the ground floor. "No problem." Sarah gave an uncertain smile, following me into the kitchen. "So what do you feel like?" I asked, opening the fridge. She shrugged. "I um... I dunno. What do you have?" I cocked a brow and smirked. "We're in a school with children from every frikkin' continent funded by a guy that is more loaded than I care to think about. A better question would be 'What don't we have?'." With that uncertain look again, she shrugged. "I don't know, Max. All I've ever had is army slop, peas, mashed potatoes and gruel." My heart immediately sank for her, and I leant forward, kissing her briefly. "I think we'll have to remedy that." I got to work making her the best damn veal schintzel I could muster, just like my Mutte used to make. Here was hoping she'd like it.
poster: Jen date: 4 September 2001, 9:59am EST "A sandwich would be fine, Max." "No, it won’t." "At least let me help? I feel kinda funny being waited on like this." "You just relax," he replied with a wink, picking me up and sitting me on the counter. "Let me do this." With a quick kiss to the top of my head Max returned to his elaborate preparations. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He’s beautiful when he moves. Not a single wasted movement. The no shirt thing doesn’t hurt either. I get a real nice view of his muscles sliding easily beneath the skin. Warm skin I could be touching... kissing... licking... I really need to get a hold of myself here. I like him. I like the way he looks at me and talks to me and the way he treats me. I don’t want to mess that up by getting him in trouble. Me - I’m used to it, but I think I’ve dragged him into enough of my mess already. And well I think he’s right. Whatever this is, it’s special and my hormones and pheromones and stuff are just gonna have to take a back seat for a while - at least until we can be assured of some privacy and a decent condom supply. Cause something tells me that once will just not be enough.
poster: nacey date: 5 September 2001, 8:04pm EST I was pounding the veal, and I could feel Sarah's eyes on me. I talked to her about my parents as I pounded the meat, egged it and dipped it in breadcrumbs. "It's gotta be good meat," I said. "No fat. And you pound it really thin - quarter of an inch thick. My Mutte used to make this for me. Well, till I came here anyway. She still does if I'm home. She knows it's my favourite." Sarah's brows dipped down as she smiled. "Mutte... your mother?" "Yeah," I smiled up at her. "She's german. So's Dad. They emigrated here... probably about thirty years ago now." "What do they do?" I was buttering the pan when she asked me this. "Dad is a psychiatrist, ironicly enough, and Mom is a teacher. Or was, she's taken to painting watercolours and selling them now, cause Dad makes so much money. She loves art." She seemed a little puzzled. "Do - do you get along with your parents?" I glanced to her and nodded. "Oh yeah. I love them. Mom and me and Josilyn - that's my sister, and Peter, my brother - we'd all pile into the van and drive to the park, bring a picnic. Dad loves the outdoors, but you know - in his line of work it's more financially sound to stay in the cities. Swear to God, he'd be a lumberjack or something if it wasn't such a crap living." I grinned up at Sarah, but... she looked sad. "Hey... you okay?" She smiled softly, sadly. "It just... it sounds nice." She sighed. "Let's just say I don't get along with my Dad very well." "Huh," I put in the first schnitzel and squeezed her knee. "Sounds like you're understating the matter a little." "A lot," she said, squeezing my hand. "Don't worry," I said, "You're here now." She nodded. "Besides," I said, flipping over the schnitzel, "Maybe one day you can, I dunno, meet my parents. You know," I glanced up with a look fo worry, "Long time - you know - no rush at all , I'm just talking hypothetically here and -" I blushed, "Damn. Um." I really dug myself in deep there. Shit. "I just mean, you know - I think my Mom would like you, you know," Okay I was babbling. I knew I was hitting rock bottom when I was impersonating my mother. There was no stopping me now. "Och mein kinder, look at this frauline! Your father will be so pleased! Oh but look at her, let's feed her some, she's so small!" I stopped suddenly, blushing at her. "Sorry." I was an idiot.
poster: Jen date: 6 September 2001, 7:00pm EST OOC: Thanks to Nacey for the cheering up. It helped to talk to somebody who couldn't glare at me :Hug: Meet his parents? I've known him what? A week? Most of that spent comatose, and he's making comments about meeting his parents and how they'd like me. I'm starting to wonder how many times he got dropped on his head as a kid. I mean - nobody likes me. Tattooed, impulsive, ill-tempered reptilian GI Jane. I'm every mother's dream. Not. And his father a shrink? Oh yeah. Need to seriously steer clear of his folks. He is so cute though, blushing and babbling and all. And that impression... his mother must be a trip. I definitely vote for repeated droppings though. "Your mother sounds like fun." I said trying to peer over his shoulder at the pan. "Is it almost done?" He's looking at me strange, which I deserve. That wasn't the smoothest topic change ever made, but all this parent talk is making me uncomfortable. If I meet his parents I'd have to let Max meet the General and I can only imagine what a disaster that would be.
poster: nacey date: 11 September 2001, 11:50am EST I slid a piece of veal on the plate, smiling. It was done, and I cut a bite out, and moved to Sarah. She was sitting on the bench, looking rather hungry, so I brought the warm piece of breadcrumb coated meat to her mouth, standing between her legs, my body close to hers, my face a breath away. "Veal ala Stockard," I said, placing it in front of her lips. She took a bit, eyes meeting mine, and she made a little moaning noise. I ticked up a brow and she smiled. "I never tasted anything like that..." "Well, um, I'm not surprised," I said, blushing a little in modesty. "It's a good german dish, and only a few people in this country make it right." She smiled, swallowing, heel hooking behind my knee. "Do I get any more?" I looked down to the plate, smiling coyly. "Sure."
poster: Jen date: 12 September 2001, 11:47am EST He waited a beat before adding, "But it’ll cost you." Oh he’s teasing me now? Two can play at this game, Sarah thought, a knowing grin spreading across her face as she pulled Max closer with the leg she had wrapped around him. "Cost me hmm?" she asked running a hand down his chest, her own breathing becoming ragged as she ran slim fingers through soft fur. "What did you have in mind?" "You make me breakfast," he replied, another forkful hovering just beyond her reach. "Deal." It took a while to finish the meal given that each bite was punctuated with a kiss - a heart pounding, breath-stealing, thought-erasing kiss. Max placed the now empty plate on the counter beside her, and slid his hand into her hair, tilting her face up to meet him in another searing kiss. Sarah moaned deep in her throat as his thumb gently, almost tentatively, brushed the underside of her breast. Knowing that she was a few seconds away from not caring what kind of audience they gathered, Sarah gently pushed him back, breaking the kiss. Taking a ragged breath, Sarah whispered, "We - I - I need to wash the dishes." Sarah reached for the discarded plate and missed. Snatching up the plate on her second try, Sarah hopped off the counter. "Bring me the rest please," she asked, trying to keep her voice level. Max moved to collect the frying pan and other implements. Sarah turned on the sink and hung her head, trying to rein in her ragged breathing and racing heart. Her efforts for control were thwarted a moment later when Max stepped up behind her, brushing his warm body against her back, sliding the remaining dishes into the hot soapy water and nuzzled her neck. Sarah gulped and tried to attend to the task at hand, but he was making that difficult as he stood behind her, his hands roaming over her thin t-shirt, lips caressing her neck and throat. Swaying, she rested her head on his warm chest, eliciting a deep rumbling purr from him. At her ragged moan, his hands became bolder. The purring moving into a growl and Sarah knew he was losing the struggle for control. "Stop." She hated herself for saying it. Swallowing, she turned and locked eyes with him, her tiny hands splayed across his chest. "We can’t." Max gave her a grim smile, covered her hands with his. "I know. Let’s get you to bed." At my quirked eyebrow, he smiled broadly and added, "Your bed." He walked me to my room, and after a lengthy good night kiss, I shut the door softly behind me. I couldn’t believe how I felt. I was not a happy giggly girl, but with him... Too keyed up to sleep, and not wanting to disturb my sleeping roommate, I dressed, grabbed a novel from her shelf and headed off to find a quiet place to read.
poster: nacey date: 13 September 2001, 8:58pm EST She drove me crazy. Everything about her, her smell, her eyes, the way she moved. She stopped me, but I didn't mind because I knew she understood. She cared, so she stopped me. I wish I could be more controlled, but it felt so good to let it take me over, to let it burn in my blood. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt in my life, and it was all her, all Sarah. We cleaned up, and I took her to her room, heart thumping wildly. I kissed her again, such a sweet lingering caress she gave to me, I sighed and held her close for a moment, letting her know just what she did to me with lips alone. Okay, and maybe some tongue. With a little nuzzle of her nose, and a purring 'ruff' I didn't quite mean to let out, I let her retreat to her room. Emptiness fell in me once she was gone, but I knew I'd live. I went to my room, and grabbing my kitting scratching post I let loose some tension tightening me up from head to toe. It didn't take long for me to loosen up - considering the past few days I was pretty exhausted. I fell to bed, and sleep claimed me. When I woke the next morning, I was hungry. Really hungry.
poster: Amezri date: 14 September 2001, 11:58am EST OOC: Frell it. The compulsive part of me can't stand the disorder. I've deleted the previous post and I'm reposting it here, with a bit of an expansion. It's breakfast time!! "And you were at the start, but now you are the end. And you left me nothin' to defend. I need the voice of a good friend. Can't stop myself from laughing no matter how sad these things can be. These things can be..." Cassandrea growled as she reached for her alarm and cut the Joydrop song short. /What day is it? Saturday. Good, no class./ She rolled back under her covers, intent on a couple more hours of sleep. Casually glancing at the other side of the room, she noticed that Sarah wasn't there. /Heh, probably had a little too much fun with Max last night./ "Come in," she grumbled when someone knocked on the door. "Hey, Cassie," Kitty greeted cheerfully as she phased through the door. "Rogue is making breakfast downstairs. Wanna come watch?" She glared at the girl. "No," she snapped as she pulled the blanket over her head. "Wait... did you say *Rogue* was cooking?" "Yep," Kitty giggled. "This I gotta see," Cassie smiled, jumping out of bed. "I'll be down in five." She threw on jeans and a t-shirt and dashed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged with clean teeth, brushed hair, and a fresh face. Cassandrea made her way to the kitchen and smelled biscuits. Very badly burned biscuits. Cassie swept her gaze over the once immaculate cooking area. It looked like someone had murdered the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Black smoke started to billow out of the pan on the stovetop. "Uh... Rogue?" The frantic Southerner was too busy scraping grits out of a pot to notice that her pan of bacon was about to become a greasy fireball. Cassie started to move to prevent it, but Kitty beat her to it, removing the pan from the heat and tossing a cover on it. "Rogue! You just almost set the place on fire!" Kitty giggled. "Oh my gawd!" Rogue shouted as she dropped the pot on the counter, rushing toward the covered pan. Jubliee smiled in the corner. "If you want help, chica, all you gotta do is ask." "I. Can. Do. This. Myself!" the young woman fumed.
poster: AllyGirl date: 16 September 2001, 4:44am EST OOC: Hi, I'm new. Amez and Nacey know me, but you don't, Jen. Don't worry *evil cackle* you will. :-D Here's my intro post. Maera looked down at the clouds and glimpses of green earth that she could see from her window seat. She really, really hated flying, but it was the fastest way to get to her new job. And since her new boss had somehow managed to get her first class tickets, she wasn't going to complain out loud. Just make sure that from now on she stayed on the ground where she belonged. It didn't help that her flight had started out so early. She wasn't a morning person by a long shot, and from the way the other passengers kept looking at her, she didn't look it, either. Or maybe they're just not used to seeing green haired women small enough to pass for a teenager in first class. Oh, boy, if only they knew. Her height and hair were really only the beginning. Maera turned back to her laptop. She thanked the gods daily for the internet card she'd bought for it. There were times when getting online and chatting where the only ways she could stay sane. None of her friends were on, though, so she settled into some heavy html coding. Her site was going to be the best homepage on the net, or she'd never forgive herself. She didn't notice the hours passing, didn't even hear the announcement that they'd reached her destination. Just the jolt of the plane beginning to descend towards the earth brought her back as she felt the connection reopenning. Maera drew on the energy of the earth that she was quickly reapproaching, feeling normal for the first time in the last four hours. Damn flight changes. Maera stuffed her laptop hastily into its carry-on and waited impatiently for the final procedures to be completed so that she could get off this plan and then onto solid ground. She didn't know who she was going to be meeting here, but Professor Charles Xavier had said that he would send for someone to pick her up and bring her to the private school where she would be teaching gymnastics for as long as she chose. With the paycheck I'll be getting, Maera thought, it's very likely that I'll want to stay for a long time. She stepped through the terminal and went over to pick up her luggage. As she was lifting the second suitcase off of the belt someone put a hand on her arm in a strong grip. Maera's reaction was instant after nearly fifteen years training in Tai Chi. She grabbed the wrist attached to that hand and twisted as she turned, bringing it up to twist behind the person's--woman's--back. "I'm assuming you're Maera Kendrick, the Professor's new teacher. I'm Dr. Jean Grey-Summers. I came to take you to the School," the woman said, obviously not disturbed by the hold I had her in. Maera made a bet with herself that not much could faze her. "Yeah, I'm Maera," she said, dropping Dr. Summers' wrist and stepping back. No use making this any more awkward than it is, she thought as she picked up her luggage. "Where to, Doctor?" Maera asked, tilting her head to the side with the question. "Follow me please." Maera noticed that the woman hadn't offered to help her with her bags. Insensitive bitch. Oh, well, she wouldn't have trusted the good doctor with a new seedling fresh out of the ground, let alone her most portable and somewhat valuable possessions. The drive to the School for the Gifted wasn't a long one from the airport, but thirty minutes of silence interupted by the very snozz-worthy jazz that Dr. Summers seemed to prefer didn't make Maera feel all that comfortable or happy. She wished despondantly for some good hip-hop, anything with an actual beat. Finally they arrived. Maera stared in wonder at the huge building--a manor, really. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen in real life. Atlanta wasn't one of your cities that had a lot of historical type buildings outside of the slums district. That had often made her sad, but there was nothing she could do about the run-down conditions of the buildings in her hometown, anyway. "I'll show you to your room, and you can get settled in," Jean said, still not helping Maera with her bags, as she led her up a huge set of stairs. "You may notice that things are a little tense around here. We had a student kidnapped and returned to us about a week ago, but she and another student are in critical condition, although we're all sure that they'll make a full recovery now." Maera shiverred in reaction to the cool tone of Jean's voice. As if she had no emotional stake in her students' lives at all. How sad. Her wide-eyed stare took in the paintings on the wall, the random statues, and other expensive "knick-knacks" scattered around the old house. This was some place, all right, Maera decided. She didn't specify even to herself what kind of a place it was, not yet. Not when one of the teachers could refer so casually to students being kidnapped and mortally injured. What a strange place. "So, are students kidnapped from here regularly, or is it a once in a blue moon type of thing?" Maera asked, as usual spouting out the first thing that popped into her head. She really had to try to stop that, or so she told herself. Seeing Jean's face pale, she had a sinking feeling. "We take utmost care with our students," she said stiffly. They didn't speak any further on the subject because Jean halted abruptly and opened a door to their right. "This will be your room," the doctor told her. "Make yourself comfortable. We'll be having dinner in two hours, if you're hungry. Or if you don't feel like being surrounded by the students, you can always use the intercom there by the bed to call and have some food sent up." Jean scooted out of there as fast as she could, it seemed to Maera. Oh, well. No loss there. Maera set about unpacking, a task that took longer than one might expect for someone with only two suitcases. But her motto was to pack compactly, not lightly. All of her leotards, jeans, sports clothes, night clothes and undergarments went into the dresser drawers, while she hung up her good slacks, skirts, shirts and dresses. Then she looked around the room and spotted one potted plant in a corner off to itself. She'd have to fix that. She just wasn't used to not being surrounded by green. She did move the plant over to her bedside table as a temporary measure, sinking her hands deep into the dirt for a moment and smiling. She decided to take a short nap, since any prolonged disconnection from the earth invariably made her tired. She closed the drapes in her westward window until just a sliver of light shone through, and then she turned off the artificial lights. Changing into a t-shirt and climbing into bed had never felt so good, she was sure. The next thing Maera knew, she was smelling rather burned food cooking and hearing a lot of noise from somewhere below. Hmmm...cook must've burned their dinner, she thought irreverantly. Then she noticed that the light was slanting in slightly through her southward facing window, which meant that it was sometime other than what she had promised herself to wake up. A glance at the bedside clock told her that it was much too early in the morning. Thanks to the awful smell, though, she couldn't get back to sleep. "Well, damn," she muttered, and then she threw back the covers and got up to get dressed. OOC: Okay, so now what's gonna happen to her? *g*
poster: Jen date: 16 September 2001, 1:07pm EST OOC: Thanks Amezri for the breakfast ideas. Sarah awoke abruptly as a child leapt over the back of the couch and landed on her stomach. Hissing and rolling to the floor, Sarah assumed a defensive posture before realizing that her assailant was one of the several pajama-clad pre-teens tumbling into the TV room to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. Sarah straightened up and attempted a smile. Judging from the way the kid backed away it was not successful. Sarah shrugged and headed for the kitchen. Tasting the air, her eyes watered as the dual scents of burning biscuits and bacon assaulted her senses. She hoped that her breakfast adventure went better than that. Pushing open the kitchen door, Sarah couldn’t stifle the chuckle that erupted at he sight of Rogue frantically waving a towel to dissipate the smoke. Rogue turned and glared at the giggling young woman. "You got a problem?" "No, but it seems you do." Sarah replied grinning. "Want some help?" "NO!" "Hey, whatever," Sarah answered, holding up her hands defensively. "Who is supposed to eat that?" she asked softly, trying not to look directly at the girl next to her. That much yellow hurt Sarah's eyes. Jubilee leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Logan. Part of the whole ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ thing." "Is she trying to get rid of him?" Sarah asked, in a stage whisper. "I heard that lizard girl," Rogue replied, but her tone was more amused than angry. Sarah slipped over to stand beside Cassandrea and whispered in her ear. "Umm... I got a problem." "I’m not going to say anything about where you were." Sarah looked perplexed for a moment before shaking her head emphatically. "No. Not that. I slept on the couch. I - I promised to make Max breakfast and I really don’t want it to look like that," she said pointing at the flour-covered, smoke-waving Rogue. Csssandrea glanced over at her nervous roommate and suppressed a chuckle. /She’s cooking for Max. How sweet./ "I’m no four star chef, but I think we can handle it." /I’ll make some for Kurt too, he’s been really sweet this last week./ "Sausage and pancakes?" Sarah smiled. "No problem. There a cookbook around here?" Jubilee hopped of the counter and handed Sarah a singed, sticky, now dripping cookbook. "I think Rogue’s done with it," she chirped, earning a low snarl from the skunk haired woman before darting off to watch the cartoons with the rest of the kids. Maera barely avoided being plowed over by the yellow clad figure clutching the box of Sugar Bombs as she approached the kitchen door. OOC: Yes, I know Jubilee’s older, but watching cartoons with the kids just seemed like her. And welcome Ally! I’m glad you could join us. I'll let you handle her introductions. :grin:
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