Mission End

[miniclaws]

[The team parted at the entrance. Wolverine gave his reports to Cyclops alone. It suited X23 fine. She sniffed the air for Julian's sent and began to trace it to it's origin. He would call her Laura and she would feel less like a monster. The clothes with the bloodstains would go to the wash and she would start anew again.

She opened Julian's bedroom and walked in] I am back.

Comments

Re: Laura

[hellionated]

[He looked up into her eyes, blue meeting green, and it was like he was seeing her for the first time. His hands tightened instinctively and convulsively against her and he held her close] I did too. Laura, that was... [His face broke into a genuine smile] Where did that come from?

Re: Laura

[miniclaws]

The smell. This room. You.

Re: Laura (this one isn't TLH!)

[hellionated]

The smell? [He looks momentarily confused but shakes it away. He reaches to brush her hair back from her face]

Well wherever it came from, I'm glad it did.

Re: Laura (brain dead it showed up with TLH collection!)

[miniclaws]

I am not good with words. It was easier to show you.

Re: Laura (...yeah there's a chance that's my fault >.>)

[hellionated]

[He's quiet for a minute. Then he leans up and kisses her, much softer than before]

You definitely did that. I'm...glad you did. [God that sounds stupid.]

Laura Journal

[miniclaws]

You enjoyed it [she states] then...you feel what I feel

Re: Laura Journal

[hellionated]

[He looks at her for a moment]

I want to do this. I...think about you all the time, Laura. That...it just felt right.

Re: Laura Journal

[miniclaws]

Then we will do it again.

Re: Laura Journal

[hellionated]

[Nods. And then just. Holds her against him.]

Re: Laura Journal

[miniclaws]

[she shuts her eyes and rests her nose into shoulder] Can we sleep like this?

Re: Laura Journal

[hellionated]

[His arms shift to curl around her and hold her against him. This feels...oddly normal even though they haven't done it before.]

Yeah, I'd like that. Stay right there. [He pulls the covers over them telekinetically, since one of his hands is busy holding her waist and the other is running through her hair.]

Re: Laura Journal

[miniclaws]

[her eyes shut] this is comfortable [she murmurs in a low voice] sleep.

Re: Laura Journal

[hellionated]

[He closes his eyes too. It doesn't take long before the hand in her hair becomes still and he drifts off to sleep.]