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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 21:08:38 GMT -5
After landing, Sparks had taken them all on a tour of the base and shown them the bare essentials - the kitchen, bathrooms, how to get outside, which hallway they'd be staying in, and so on and so forth. Eventually he and Dom had wandered off to do some catching up - making Gracie wonder just when she'd get to catch up with him - and Roy had wandered off to do whatever it was that Roy did in his spare time, leaving her and Lucas alone again.
There'd been a bit of an interesting moment when they'd been dealing with room assignments, which had ended up in them being given seperate rooms in the same hallway, and Gracie wondered just how often she'd be sleeping alone.
It sounded kinda weird, but she'd gotten used to sleeping next to him over the last couple of nights. Actually, she didn't know how it actually sounded, because she'd have never said that out loud to him or anyone. But still. It was going to feel odd if she had to go to sleep by herself.
After throwing the majority of her stuff into some kind of order, even using hangers for a couple of her things, she wandered down to Lucas' room to lean against the doorframe and look in at his own accommodations. Basic, just like hers, and containing only the bare essentials, all in the same metal that the walls were made of. She didn't really like the metal - but then, at least it wasn't all smooth and perfect. Things could always have been worse.
"What do you think?"
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 21:22:18 GMT -5
Aside from the cases of cigarettes he'd insisted on having loaded onto the plane, Luke had filled his duffel bag with them as well. And as Gracie entered the room, he was carefully shunting them into the drawers of his metal nightstand. That's right, cigarettes rather than clothes. Lucas had priorities, and they generally went in one order:
Cigarettes,
Alcohol,
Food,
Shelter,
Women.
So it wasn't surprising he was keyed up having spent all his time over the last few days with one woman in particular. In a short span of time they'd fought more times than he'd ever tolerated with any other woman, and likely fucked her more times than any other. Things had gotten serious- too serious, WAY TOO SERIOUS- way fast. Way too fast.
But when she showed up in the doorway, he looked up at her and wanted more. He'd never let it show on his face though.
"Makes me think'a the mental ward at Harlem Hospital." He smirked. "How's yours."
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 21:35:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, pretty much the same." She shrugged. It was pretty obvious that Magneto had built the place - anyone else would have had something put in that was made of wood, or plastic, or something. Was probably cheaper and easier for the master of magnetism to do it all himself, though - not to mention that it wouldn't attract quite so much attention as him buying out a whole Ikea.
Still, Gracie imagined that it would have been nicer, easier to live in, if there was something to break the monotony. If the members of the Brotherhood weren't fucked in the head already, they'd probably end up fucked after spending too much time in here.
"You think you've got enough to last?" There was a bit of amusement in her smile as she motioned to a pack of cigarettes. He could probably give an entire small nation lung cancer with the amount he'd bought.
Though she still wasn't being particularly talkative, Gracie was less moody now than she'd been earlier. She wasn't shooting him dark looks all the time, and the fact that she'd actually come to see him rather than shut herself in her room for a few hours should have been telling.
She wondered for a moment where he'd put his manbag, allowing herself a moment's burning curiosity about exactly what was in it. Something important, she knew that much, but exactly what that was, Gracie hadn't been able to figure out just yet.
"Did you want to go for a walk or anything? Take a look around the island?" It was pretty cool, actually, that the Brotherhood had a whole island to themselves. She could just imagine it as a mutant paradise one day.
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 21:43:22 GMT -5
He cracked a subtle grin when she jibed him about the cigarettes. It was only fair. He HAD bought a ridiculous amount.
"Sure... haven't really been anywhere like this before." He looked around the room. "T'be nice if they'd put in windows." He hated feeling penned in, though open spaces gave him the creeps. There was a subtle balance to the city that let you know the world was out there somewhere, on the other end of those tall buildings.
Shrugging, he got up, and stuck a fresh pack in his pocket. "How you feelin'."
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 22:02:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine." Shrugging, Gracie wondered if he was thinking she'd be uncomfortable because of her couple of nights in jail, but what had bothered her most about that was being surrounded by humans and not being able to use her mutation. That certainly wasn't going to be a problem here.
"You know. Good after the plane." She gave him a bit of a smile. He'd know exactly what she meant.
"Thought I might take a look at the beach, see what the water's like." Water seemed to have featured heavily in their relationship so far, but that wasn't why she'd said it. Gracie just liked floating around in the water, feeling weightless, although she'd never been much of a fan of sunburn or sand sticking to her feet. As Lucas approached, she reached out to take a handful of his shirt and pull him down for a quick kiss, just because she could.
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 22:06:38 GMT -5
Lucas groaned a bit, bracing himself with a hand on the door frame. He resisted pulling her closer, or doing any of the half-dozen things running through his mind, simply because, as she said, they'd enjoyed themselves on the plane.
Giving her ass a playful swat, he slipped past her into the hall before shutting the door.
"So you ever go anywhere hot and tropical like this?"
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 22:21:43 GMT -5
"Nowhere like this. I think the last time I went to a real beach was when I was about ten, before my mutation kicked in." That had been an interesting trip. She'd sulked most of the time, her mother had spent most of the time lying by the hotel's pool when there was a perfectly good beach not two minutes away, and her dad had been on the phone doing business deals almost the entire time. Family holidays with the Smiths had always been a bit like that.
Though she thought about taking his hand as they wandered through the halls, Gracie decided against it and stuck her hands in her pockets. Things had gotten pretty serious really quickly, but she still didn't quite know how girly she should be, or even how girly she wanted to be - they weren't in junior high, after all. It was kinda weird for her to feel so unsure of herself.
"What about you?" She didn't think he would have, but then there was still a shitload that she didn't know about Lucas James.
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 22:26:22 GMT -5
He opened the door for her as they stepped outside, touching the small of her back briefly as he stepped through after her.
"Nah. Seen the coast of course but you know how shitty it is up our way. Never really had the chance ta get out."
Lucas smelled the air, lighting a cigarette and letting her decide where to lead. He wasn't sure he liked this set up, but couldn't deny he was excited by the idea of being somewhere completely foreign to him. That edgy nervousness he felt when he was somewhere other than his own element was steadily creeping under his skin. He just hoped it wasn't going to make things difficult.
"So uh.. what the fuck are those anyway." He gestured to a tall tree with a burst of green at the top. "That what they call palm trees, like in California?" He thought of The Beverly Hillbillies, and rolled his shoulders, wondering what an idiot he sounded like.
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 22:47:25 GMT -5
She gave him a half smile as she led out toward the water on a path that looked reasonably well travelled. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't know shit about Africa, Luke." Not only had Gracie been a bit of a troublemaker in school, but she'd also left it at sixteen when she'd left home, so she wasn't exactly one for remembering facts and figures.
"I wonder if there's coconuts or anything." Well, she could fantasise about lying around on a pure white beach drinking cocktails out of half a coconut while Lucas fanned her with palm leaves, couldn't she?
"So what d'you reckon? It's pretty quiet here, think you'll be able to get to sleep properly?" Not to mention so empty. The only light that they'd have would be what came under the doors. It was going to be a bit weird to get used to.
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 22:57:15 GMT -5
Without missing a beat or flashing a grin, Lucas kept staring up at one of those tall trees.
"Ah you usually do about right for putting a man to bed."
Sticking his cigarette in his mouth, he leaned down and ran his fingers through the sand, then walked after her. "Just hope we don't go stir crazy," he put his arm around her waist as they walked for a bit. "Wonder if they've got anything to do out here."
"Africa huh. That's like... south. Fuck. I never paid attention to that kind of stuff." Yeah. He did sound like an idiot. Why did he have to sound like an idiot in front of -Gracie- of all people? Back home, on the street, he knew everything anyone needed to know. He could walk down the street buck naked and blind folded and still get you a free meal and a place to sleep if you needed one.
But here... he was lost. And he had better stop clinging to Gracie like she was some sort of god damned bouy. He let his arm drop, and jammed it in his pocket.
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 23:10:17 GMT -5
Raising her eyebrows, Gracie gave him a bit of a smile and kept walking, leaning into him a little when he put his arm around her.
"Dunno what there is to do out here, guess we'll have to ask the people who've been here a while." She grinned. "I'm sure we can think of something to occupy ourselves." Doing her best to look innocent, Gracie blinked when he took his arm away and slipped her own around his waist, her hand slipping into his back pocket comfortably. She liked just touching him, knowing that he was there. That was probably lame and girly and annoying, but he'd tell her if she was pissing him off, she was sure.
"There's probably a map somewhere. It's the big one that kinda looks like..." She started drawing it in the air before giving him a half smile and bending down to draw in the sand. A basic map later, with mainly just unclear blobs, and she was pointing to her lopsided Africa.
"I think we're over this side. But I'm not sure where." She hadn't exactly been staring out the window the whole time they'd been in the plane, after all. Gracie had been... occupied elsewhere.
"But I was never exactly a straight-A student or anything." With a grin, she wiped away the map with her toes.
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 23:18:11 GMT -5
"Wait, so..." he gestured with his foot towards where the drawing had been. "New York City would be right about....here!"
He reached across them both and grabbed her opposite shoulder, pulling her so that she had to turn, would nearly spin, and fell with a tumble into his arms. He scooped her up with an arm each under her knees and shoulders, and walked a ways, leaning to bite at her neck teasingly.
"So Africa's hot. Suppose the water's pretty warm too right? Guess we'll have to find out. You're gonna test it for me, right. When I throw you in?"
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Post by recluse on Nov 22, 2006 23:43:25 GMT -5
"Hey!" She actually giggled as he scooped her into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as he leant over to nibble at hers.
Her grip tightened as Lucas threatened to throw her into the water, and she gave him a warning look that was mostly playful.
"No. No. No. No. No. You are not throwing me in, Lucas James. Don't even fucking think about it." Gracie laced her fingers together in the hopes of keeping a proper grip on him if he tried to throw her, her smile amused.
"Not if you're ever planning on having sex again. Nu-uh."
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Post by impact on Nov 22, 2006 23:51:08 GMT -5
Lucas laughed, a dangerous gleam in his eye. "Don't worry Graciegirl, I won't do it today. But SOMEday... when you LEAST expect it.." He chuckled at his own playfulness. It was getting easier to loosen up around her and not feel like a complete fag.
"Say, you got a bathing suit? I'd pay money to see you in some little two piece..." he looked her over. "Red, maybe.." He waited to get smacked, but it was worth it just for the mental picture. It wasn't that he wanted Gracie girled-out all the time; in fact, that she wasn't was part of what he liked about her. That just made things like bikinis and dresses fodder for fantasy.
For a second he got a very dirty mental image of Gracie doing very dirty things in a wedding dress, and cleared his throat, shaking his head.
"Jesus."
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Post by recluse on Nov 23, 2006 0:07:49 GMT -5
She couldn't hit him properly from this angle, so Gracie just took one of her hands from around his neck and smacked him in the shoulder before gripping tight to him again - that may well have been the opening he'd been looking for to throw her into the water.
"Actually, I do have a bikini. Thought, after the pool, that it'd be, you know, handy to have one." She grinned at the memory.
"White and red." White with cherries on it, actually, and cut to show off a good part of her ass, which kinda defeated the purpose of even having a bathing suit, but whatever.
"But you're not going to get to see that just yet." Not since he'd said he'd pay money - she didn't need money, she had plenty of that, but Gracie liked the idea of having a hold over him like that. She wondered what he'd think of her dresses - she hadn't bothered to buy more of them, she almost never wore them, but for a moment she wondered just what he'd think of her in her black dress. That one had cherries on it too - Gracie liked cherries.
She gave him a bit of a smile, one hand playing with his hair. "What was the 'Jesus' for?"
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Post by impact on Nov 23, 2006 0:12:17 GMT -5
He smirked strangely, looking amused and definitely a little hesitant to share the cause of the outburst.
"Just um... imagining you. In a compromising position, we'll put it that way."
Reaching the shoreline, he put her on her feet again. "Good thing I'm feelin' nice today Little Bit. Otherwise, you know..." He gestured to the water with a heave-ho motion.
Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and looked at the water. "Damn. Look how blue that shit is. We must have missed a sight flying in." He looked aside at her and swallowed his grin with a tongue on his teeth. "I had a decent one as it was, but still..."
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Post by recluse on Nov 23, 2006 0:26:35 GMT -5
"Oh?" Gracie's eyebrows raised in amusement, though she didn't bother to press him for more. She'd find out later, surely, especially if she decided to show off her bathing suit.
Actually, that promised to be a fun afternoon. She filed that away for future reference.
As he set her down onto her feet again, Gracie slipped her hand back into his back pocket. "Mmm, you are feeling nice." She gave him a squeeze, unable to stop herself from grinning. She punched him lightly in the stomach as he insinuated that the island would have been a better view than her.
"Well, next time we go anywhere, I'll make sure to stay in my seat and behave so you can get your view." She leant into him again, watching as the small waves brought the water rushing up towards their feet.
"Don't suppose you've got anything to swim in?" It had never stopped them before.
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Post by impact on Nov 23, 2006 0:33:10 GMT -5
He put his arm around her and rubbed her back firmly with a broad hand. Looking down at her, he felt that strange sort of pride he'd only felt a few times before with a woman- when you know you're lucky to have her, and you almost wish you could show her off.
"Not a thing," he said easily. "But that hasn't stopped us before, right... did you want to try it out?" He nodded to the water.
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Post by recluse on Nov 23, 2006 0:50:25 GMT -5
"No," she smiled, "It hasn't, has it?" Still, did she want to go swimming or not? That depended on how the water was, and if there was anyone around, and whether there were sharks or anything... She squeezed him to her for a moment, her head leaning against his chest, then let go and bent down to roll up the cuffs of her pants.
Wandering into ankle-deep water, Gracie turned back to smile at him. "You know, I think I do. But not right here." It seemed to be the most 'public' beach on the island, and she didn't want to get yelled at and stopped like she had last time they'd gone swimming together.
Stepping back out of the water and taking his hand, Gracie made a face at the feeling of dry sand sticking to her feet. She led him further down the beach, until they'd passed a little outcrop of rocks and found a little protected cove on the other side, and she stopped him with a smile.
"Yeah, swimming sounds good." She moved so that she was in front of him, peeling off her shirt and pressing herself to his chest as she cast it onto the sand a few meters away. "Don't you think?"
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