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Alex Summers ([info]lastsummers) wrote in [info]conspiracy_x,
@ 2007-11-29 12:50:00
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WHO: Alex Summers (HAVOC) and Betsy Braddock (PSYLOCKE)
WHAT: Arrival in merry old England.
WHERE: Heathrow airport and the drive back to Stanborough.
WHEN: November 29th, around 9PM
RATING: PG-13 to R for Betsy/Alex sexiness.



"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in London shortly. Please ensure..." Alex lets the stewardess' voice wash over him; he's already ensured everything that needs to be ensured, and he's busy watching out the window at his first sight of England. Donald Pierce had made a number of convincing arguments to both the boy and his parents, arguments that after only a little thought made it clear that uprooting himself and continuing his education at this 'Stanborough' place would be the best option. The last e-mail he'd received from the school's administrators had included his flight schedule - one plane, a direct trip from Sydney to Heathrow - and noted that someone would be waiting to pick him up. He'd even managed a fairly lengthy nap during the flight, and now he had a lot of energy.

Disembarking is pretty routine, even with the heightened security of the modern age. Alex certainly doesn't fit anyone's profile of a terrorist, and thanks to his parents (real and adopted) the young man is an experienced traveler. He smiles at all the right people, signs all the right things, declares nothing, presents his student visas when asked, then goes to find his damn luggage. Right on time, he thinks, looking around the terminal as he waits for his suitcase to come around. I wonder who they sent? Probably not Pierce, he's got to be too busy for taxi work.

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 10:47 (link)
Pierce is, in fact, too busy for taxi work. In fact, most of the Black Air agents are busy which means they needed someone else to pick up the new student at the airport. Sure, they could have hired a car to pick him up, but then there wouldn't be anyone to answer Alex's questions or to possibly be trained to notice that they're being followed by Russian agents. Which, of course, they're not expecting.

As such, the person waiting not far from the luggage carousel holding a big sign that reads 'Alex Summers' is none other than fellow student Elisabeth Braddock. She was picking up a few things in town anyway, and stopping by Heathrow wasn't too far out of the way - at least the plane wasn't horribly delayed and she'd been able to amuse herself playing a game on her mobile.

Now that people start to file past with Aussie accents, she stands a bit straighter and held the sign more prominently. She's passively scanning the thoughts of the crowd - something she does whenever she's somewhere unfamiliar these days - but with so many people thinking 'I have to meet someone' thoughts, it's hard to single the new guy out. Plus, Black Air never gave her anything helpful like a picture, and Pierce just said 'He looks like a teenager' which was either him being lazy, or him trying to make Betsy use her powers to figure out who their mystery student is. Probably the former.

There are a few guys about that Betsy thinks might be here to attend school. One of them, a deeply tanned bloke with dark hair, wanders right over and says, "Hey, I'm Alex Summers," as he flashes his most winning smile. "You must be....?"

Betsy just looks at him, glances him up and down and scoffs. "Not that bloody stupid," she says in answer to the question. off the guy's confused look, she rolls her eyes. "You're not Alex Summers," she says, "You're just desperate for a shag - keep it moving." While the guy attempts to insist that he is, in fact, Alex Summers, Betsy just keeps insisting that he's not, but she won't answer the guy's question as to how she knows that he's not.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 11:14 (link)
Alex grabs his suitcases off the trolley without thinking too hard about what it means when your entire life (sans surfboard, bike, and skydiving gear at least) fits into two large cases. Once he's got them, it doesn't take him long to find the leggy brunette holding up his sign - or the dark-haired guy who'd spent the flight hitting on the stews trying to convince the girl he's the one she's looking for. Leaving the suitcases where they are for now, he crosses over to the pair, and taps the guy on the shoulder.

"'Coz Alex Summers is taller, blonde, and not trying to take advantage of some poor gel at the airport to score a quick shag, mate. Lay off." He gives Betsy a grin over the other guy's shoulder, and winks. "I think that's my sign there." The darker guy? He just gets ignored, unless he wants to make a scene. "Left m'luggage over by the cart there." He jerks his head toward the two suitcases, still grinning. "Two ticks an' we can be off."

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 12:58 (link)
Betsy looks over when Alex - the ACTUAL Alex - heads over. There is a quick double-blink of surprise as the first thought that flits through her mind is really just based on how scrummy this guy looks. Then, of course, comes the cursory mind scan that reveals that this is the guy she's looking for, and suddenly she's gone from wanting to yell at Pierce for sticking her with taxi duty to wanting to buy him a drink as a thank you.

The smile is returned, and she says, "I think it is." How she knows that this is really Alex Summers? Dark-haired guy will assume she has a photograph or something to go on, which is a saner thing for him to believe than 'the girl's a mind reader.' "Sure," she says when Alex says they'll be off in two ticks. "Need a hand?"

The dark-haired guy is pretty miffed at this turn of events, and he makes to follow Alex as he moves back towards his bags, only to have the girl snare the back of his jacket and hold him back. She tugs him back towards her and close enough that she can whisper in his ear. "Whatever it is you think you're going to accomplish by going over there? You won't. So just man up, admit defeat and piss off before I call security over to find out what you may or may not have tucked away somewhere special to try and slip past the nice boys at customs." Whether or not it's true, that doesn't really matter, it's enough to spook the guy into leaving.

Betsy heads over and smiles to Alex, offering a hand. "Elisabeth Braddock," she says. "Welcome to London."

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 13:58 (link)
Alex, of course, isn't any more aware that his mind is being read than anyone else Betsy's scanned today; his grin gets wider when it becomes obvious she believes him, though, and he shakes his head. "Just a coupla big bags," he says, moving back towards his stuff. He doesn't even notice Betsy grab the guy, but he turns around with one bag slung over his shoulder and the other in hand, leaving one free to accept Betsy's handshake.

"Alex Summers. Nice to meetcha, Elisabeth." He gives her the same easy grin that served him so well at parties back in Sydney. "I didn't expect my taxi driver to be such a fine gel. Is the school far?" He's doing well so far - he's kept his eyes on her face, and hasn't yet flashed a thought of her in her underwear, though his eyes narrow a moment as he releases her hand. "Y'know, you remind me of someone. Can't figure it right now."

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 15:36 (link)
Betsy smiles as she shakes his hand, and especially when he calls her fine. "And I wasn't expecting our newest exchange student to be quite so charming." She inclines her head towards the doors that lead outside and says, "Shall we?"

"It's not that far," she says as they head out, Betsy's thumbs hooked casually in the belt loops of her jeans. "Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me take out the nice car, but I promise I'm a good enough driver not to get you killed, even in the rain." It's raining? Well, it's England, so generally: yes.

As for whether or not he knows her, Betsy looks over her shoulder with a smirk. "Oh I do, do I?" she asks, her smirk indicating that she probably thinks this is a Line that he's using on her. Still, she isn't gonna be mad at him for it, just give him a bit of a hard time. "So who do I remind you of?" she asks. "An old girlfriend? Some movie star? And if you say your mum I don't care how new you are, I'll kick your arse so bad it'll hurt the whole way back to school."

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 16:39 (link)
Alex pauses at the doors long enough to open his carryon and pull out a battered-looking leather jacket - clearly the long sleeves aren't going to cut it for November in England. Give the boy a break, it's heading for midsummer where he comes from. "Better you than me," he says, grinning as he pulls it on. "I don't think my license is good up here."

Hopefully he can also be forgiven for watching the way Betsy's hips move as she walks. Charming or no, he's still a teenage boy, and she's still a model. And that smile over her shoulder is when it clicks like a light coming on. "You're that model!" At least he's got the sense to be a bit quiet about it, and the noise of nearby traffic and the rain help to drown it out. "Sy-something... Sybelle? That was it. You had longer hair. And it was purple." He laughs and rubs the back of his neck. "Crikey, I've seen you in magazines." In your underwear, he doesn't add.

"You're --" and at this point he hushes right down, almost a conspiratorial whisper. "Like me, then? Not quite average?"

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 17:27 (link)
Betsy's eyes widened a little when Alex recognized her as a model. No one had really recognized her yet- Shinsuke knew, of course, but that was because he knew Sybelle. The rest of the kids were mostly American and Sybelle just wasn't that popular in the States. Instinctually, she 'shush'ed Alex and glanced around to see if anyone heard which, of course, they hadn't.

"Yeah," she says, "I was that model. But that was a long time ago, before I... retired." There was a trace of wry amusement there, since her 'retirement' wasn't exactly planned or anything. "And anyway," she says, "I'm trying to keep it low profile." With that, she starts leading the way through the drizzle and across the parking deck towards the car, a rather nondescript looking black thing that isn't quite an Unremarkable Sedan, but comes rather close.

"As for the other," she says, "I am like you, yes. I've got what you might call extra talents. You can just put your stuff in the back," she adds as she unlocks the car with a remote. It's a light enough rain that they're only slightly damp by the time they get in the car and Betsy starts it up. "In case you're wondering, my talent is reading minds." She checked the mirrors and grinned, then looked Alex's way. "And don't worry about picturing half-naked just now - that's just about the first thing all guys do when they find out I can read minds. I think it comes from trying too hard not to think about it."

She pulls out of the lot and once they're on their way out of the parking lot and onto the road she asks, "And what can you do, Alex? No one gave me a heads up before they sent me to fetch you."

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 17:37 (link)
Light rain or no, Alex is shivering by the time they get to the car; he stows his bags quickly, then gets in and huddles up to the heater as soon as it starts blasting something other than cold air. "Not quite the glam model's life, eh," he says, giving her a wry grin; clearly Pierce gave him at least some briefing. "Secret's safe with me, anyway." The look on his face when she tells him she can read minds is very nearly comical; here he has been picturing her in her underwear, after all, and there follows an internal struggle that finally settles on the familiar image of some beach in Australia, waves crashing in with a roar. He coughs a little nervously.

"I... well, I blow things up. I make 'em really hot, then they explode." He shrugs. "I've got shit for control right now, which is why when Pierce threw this at me, I decided to bite." He looks at her sidelong, still firmly fixing his mind on WAVES AND SAND, DAMMIT. "So wait, you can read anyone's mind? Like, see what they see, or what?" Clearly he's curious, and not just because she happens to be cute.

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 18:42 (link)
Betsy smirks at Alex's mental image of choice but decides not to call him on it or anything. She glances his way at the mention of blowing things up. "Well that sounds useful at least," she says, trying to be encouraging. "And don't worry too much about control - we're all shite when we start out. First time it popped up, I thought my head was gonna explode. And my friend Alison? She can make earthquakes, so when she loses control, we've all got problems."

A thought occurs to her and she glances his way a little nervously. "You're not... um... if you feel like you might blow anything up, just let me know, yeah? I'll pull over or something." She glances at the road they were on, which is pretty deserted outside of the city on the way to the school. He could probably blow something up there without incident.

When the topic shifts towards her telepathy, Betsy's more than happy to indulge. "Most of the time, it's like I hear what's going through their head, or I can get flashes of what they're seeing - it's not too distracting, not like double vision. It's like what plays in their head can play in mine too. Also, I have a telepathic attack that's a bit wicked, but I don't use it much. Oh! And sometimes I can touch something and see what it was like the last time someone used it. Psychometry."

And Betsy may actually be about to tell him more about telepathy and its many uses when there's a thunk from under the car that sounds very much like they ran something over. "Damnit," Betsy says as she checks the mirrors to see either what they ran over or who they're in danger of hitting. Luckily they have the road to themselves and Betsy doesn't completely lose control of the car, but judging by the way the car's handling, she DOES have a pretty flat tire. Muttering a string of profanities, the girl checks the surrounding countryside and tries to judge whether she can make it back to Stanwick on a flat, ultimately deciding that she can't. Slowly and carefully, she pulls the car over to the side of the road and just sits there with her hands on the wheel, listening to the rain as it falls - much heavier now than the earlier drizzle - down on the roof.

"Well," she says, "This is pretty terrific." She's also stretching out with her mind, trying to determine if there's anyone in the immediate area who may have done this in an effort to capture (or recapture) them - you can never be too careful, after all. "Don't suppose you know how to change a tire?" Because that? Was peasant work and Betsy certainly had no idea. She could tell Prada from Gucci based on stitch patterns, and she could take down a man twice her size with an over the shoulder throw, but she couldn't do things like cook dinner or change a tire.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 19:10 (link)
Alex shakes his head. "Well, I've never caused earthquakes or anything, so maybe I'm ahead of the game there. Things don't happen unless I'm excited - scared, or in danger, or something. It's getting what I want to happen when I'm trying that's tough." He grins as she talks about her own powers, though, clearly liking the idea. "That's pretty cool," he muses, "I mean, so long as you can turn it off. I don't think I'd want to know what everyone was thinking all the time."

His hand goes out to the dashboard as the tire blows, and he frowns; as Betsy pulls over he looks back and out past the window, then back at her. "I can, yeah. I'm good with that stuff. Need an extra hand for the jack, though." He doesn't, really, but changing a tire is /always/ an easier job with two. "Pop the boot and get the jack out? I'll take a look at the damage."

Outside, he kneels beside the busted tire, frowning and shaking his head; it's raining hard enough now that both of them are soaked in a couple of minutes, and he mutters "Bloody cold," to himself as he looks it over. "It looks like it just blew," he calls out. Of course, he hasn't really got any idea that there might be danger out there, so he's not nearly as nervous as Besty.

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 19:18 (link)
Betsy purses her lips together at the news that she has to go out in the rain and help fix a flat tire. Still, she manages not to pout - not really. "Right," she says, parking all official-like and popping the trunk. She rummages in the back of the car for an umbrella but she didn't bring one because she wasn't expecting to be outside for very long periods of time, after all. With a sigh, she finally just made her way out of the car and over to the trunk to dig out the jack. It was under the bottom of the trunk along with the spare tire, which she decided she would let Alex lift out of the car.

She looks over the blown tire and sees what looks like a nail sticking in it, which relieves most of her fear that the tire was intentionally messed with. "How's this work?" she asks, holding up the jack. She may be car-inept, but she's not an idiot and once Alex explains how the jack works and how to get it going, she doesn't mind putting in some elbow grease. She left her coat in the car, which means that she's shivering right now, but also that she's going to have something dry to put on once they get the tire changed. "There," she says, "Tire's up." Then it's a matter of the lug nuts and while Betsy works on those, she nods towards the trunk. "Got a donut in there," she says, speaking up over the rain. She keeps her jaw set to keep her teeth from chattering as she continues the work of changing the tire.

Unfortunately for the two of them, that donut? Is also flat. Someone never bothered to check the air pressure which means that the kids are pretty much stuck and soaked for their trouble.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 20:07 (link)
Alex can only grin at the almost-a-pout, and the work goes quickly with the pair of them; still, they're soaked, it's freezing cold, and the bloody spare doesn't work - that grin doesn't really last. "Well, that's a bloody foul job, then," he mutters, and leans against the side of the car, looking up into the dark, rainy sky. "So any chance we can call someone for help, or do we have to wait for someone nice to drive by a country lane at this hour?" He's trying not to stare at the way Betsy's soaked shirt clings to her curves, and mostly succeeding. He's not quite a gentleman, it seems.

He pops the trunk again, and this time it's to get one of his suitcases out; getting back into the car with Betsy, he puts the suitcase in the back seat, and grins at her. "I've got warm, dry shirts in there, at least. Assuming you don't mind me changing in the back."

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 21:08 (link)
Betsy isn't quite as subdued as Alex, because when they go to all the trouble of digging out the spare, only to have it be flat? She curses up a blue streak and kicks it for good measure. As for a phone, she nods, wiping some water off her face. "Yeah," she says, "Got a phone inside. I'm going back in, it's sodding freezing." And this from the girl who's used to London weather. Still, that tee shirt she's wearing is soaked to the point of transparency, and clearly isn't helping her stay warm.

Once inside, she huddles up and digs the phone out of her coat pocket, still shivering. She's a little confused at first when Alex hops in the backseat instead of coming up front with her, but she doesn't press it. No, I don't mind," the girl insists when he mentions getting changed in the backseat. She flicks through the speed dial on her phone and almost hits send before she changes her mind and scrolls down to another number instead, then holds the phone to her ear.

When the other person picks up, Betsy smiles, relieved. "Chan-" she starts to say, but the greeting is cut short and Betsy looks more serious as she cuts to the proverbial chase. "I blew out a tire on my way back to the school with Alex. We're stuck on the side of the road with a flat spare and it's pouring out." She frowns faintly at what she hears and responds to whatever Chantal said with a clipped, "Yes, I appreciate that." 'I won't ask why you didn't call James or Pete' indeed!

"But yes," Betsy says, eager to get her conversation back to the trouble at hand, "A lift would be fantastic. We can come back for the car tomorrow." Or something - anything that didn't involve Betsy changing a flat tire in the rain. She glances up in the rear view mirror to fix her hair and in the process she catches sight of Alex in the backseat as he peels off his soaked shirt. As a result, she's only half-listening when she repeats Chantal's "An hour?"

There's a slight clearing of her throat and Betsy adds, "That's great. We'll see you in an hour then, thanks!" She hangs up and takes a cleansing breath. "I got hold of Chantal," she says to Alex, turning slightly so she can look over her shoulder at him. "She says she'll be 'round in an hour to pick us up." She's reasonably good about not drooling, but she's definitely not shying away from the sight of Alex in his stage of changing from one shirt to another.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 21:35 (link)
Alex is only half-listening to Betsy's end of the conversation as he digs around for a fresh shirt. It probably isn't helping Betsy any that he only decided to find a new one after he had the wet one off, and she's treated to the sight in the rearview mirror of him digging through his suitcase, bent over in the sedan's backseat. He frowns a moment, and decides to change pants too - this, fortunately, obstructed by the seat in front of him and the fact that he wears boxers under the jeans. Of course, this is the point where Betsy decides to turn around - right as he's struggling into the new pair of pants.

"An hour, good," he says, making a handwavy motion that should be interpreted as 'turn back around'; he at least has the decency to blush, and hurries the heck up in getting the new pants on. The shirt comes a few seconds later, then he grins at her in the mirror. "Okay, it's safe now." He's also holding out a spare sweater - probably a few sizes too big for her, but a huge improvement over wet, clinging, nearly transparent t-shirts. "You go ahead and change. I'll be a gentleman and enjoy the view of the country lane out the back."

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 21:52 (link)
Okay, see, Betsy is expecting to see a shirtless Alex, that's all well and good. But a pantsless Alex is an entirely different matter, and she clears her throat and faces front again as soon as she realizes that he's sans pants. Oh look: the cell phone is suddenly fascinating!

"These phones are really neat," Betsy says, babbling to try and fill the silence. "You'll get one too, once you get to the school. They've got typical cell phone features not to mention text messages and e-mail and all sorts of things." She finds her gaze creeping back towards the rear view, but fortunately he says it's safe to look around again.

As she turns she asks, "I don't suppose I could borrow a-" and then he hands her a sweater, and she smiles as she takes it. "Thanks," she says, still shivering a little. She sets the phone down and starts tugging her shirt off. Alex's mention that he'll be looking out the window makes her smirk. "Not that it matters," she says, "You probably saw that ad campaign I did for Sue Rice - those bikinis covered less than my bra." Though, admittedly, weren't as wet and clingy. Still, she changes quickly and leaves her soaked shirt down on the floor of the car. The jeans will just have to stay wet.

She turns around in her seat and looks back at Alex, practically swimming in his sweater, which is off one shoulder on her. She offers her coat back to him and says, "You're probably not used to it being this cold." With a smirk, she adds a lame, "Sorry I couldn't give you a better introduction to the country."

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 21:59 (link)
Alex can't help but laugh at Betsy's reaction; he shakes his head and listens, though. "So they're standard kit, then? Nice to know." He is indeed enough of a gentleman to look out the window while she changes, even though she's right and he has already seen quite a lot more than her bra offers. That was a different Betsy, though.

He grins again and shakes his head at the offer of Betsy's jacket, extending one arm. "Wouldn't fit me at all," he points out, "'sides, you must be cold too. I'll get over it." He waves off her apology. "I'm sure you can make it up to me later. Always wanted a nice dinner in London." Did he just ask her out? Damn right. And he doesn't even seem nervous.

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 22:13 (link)
Betsy nods when Alex declines her coat, and instead drapes it around herself. She also kicks off her shoes and draws her legs up onto the seat and under her coat so they can be warm too. It's getting awkward to keep talking to him while she's half turned around, so she reaches down and tugs at the lever to recline her seat. She doesn't put it completely back, but she sends it back far enough that she can prop herself up on an arm and face him fully.

"Dinner, huh?" she asks with a grin. "Somehow, I think we can manage it. After all, I'm here to be your ambassador to this country, so I might as well start doing my job." She finds her gaze trailing down over his chest, and even though he's wearing a shirt now, she can still rather vividly remember when that wasn't the case.

In an effort to make small talk, she picks a random conversation topic and runs with it. "So, Australia. The beaches are great there, did you spend much time on them?" Because he seems to be thinking about them an awful lot.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 22:34 (link)
Alex pulls his own feet up onto the seat after kicking off his shoes, and leans back against the door to face Betsy when she reclines the seat. "Well, miss ambassador, I'd be only too happy to let you do your work." He's not unconscious of the innuendo - far from it if the grin he's giving her is any indication - but if Betsy's watching his thoughts at all she'll find he's doing a fairly good job of keeping them neutral. She's only visited the beach in his mind two or three times now, and each time he catches himself and goes back to just sand and surf.

"Beach? Hm? Now that she's brought it up, it's even easier to fix the image in his head, but having to talk about it means thinking about what it's like. "Yeah, I like it. Australia's almost as nice as Hawaii was, and the surfing's better than anywhere." He swallows, having to consciously force his eyes to stay on her face rather than trail over that bared shoulder and imagine what else his sweater's hiding. "What about you? What do folks at this school do for fun?"

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 23:22 (link)
Betsy smirks when Alex mentions letting her do her work. "Yes," she says in mock seriousness, "Because dinner with a handsome Aussie - that sounds like very hard work."

As for the beach, Betsy looks genuinely interested. "You surf," she says, not really a question since hi: he just said he does. "I've never been surfing - always wanted to try it, though. I'm sure I'd be rubbish, but I do think I'd look quite fetching in a wetsuit." Okay, now she's just being intentionally cruel.

Still, she attempts to keep things less on the 'torture Alex by making him subconsciously picture me in various outfits' level. His question about school is good for that, and she looks towards the ceiling in thought, absently biting a nail. "Hmm... Well, there's the usual diversions, of course." After a beat she clarifies that with, "Telly, video games, things like that. Classes take up a fair amount of our time, but they're not all dull: we study to use our powers and there's self-defense training for those who want it."

Silence reigns for a few seconds before Betsy asks, "So surfing: is that very hard to pick up?" Because apparently the temptation to envision Alex doing an activity that leaves him wet and/or shirtless is too great for Elisabeth to resist.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-11-29 23:43 (link)
Hey, she thinks he's handsome; that's a plus. "'Srite," he says. "And it's a bit hard to pick up, but you'd find plenty of teachers." The image in his mind is Betsy unzipping a wetsuit, and he lets that one linger for a few seconds just because he likes it that much. 'Sides, she wouldn't bring it up if she didn't like the idea, right?

"I guess I do need some of those classes. Last time I tried to heat up a hot dog, I was cleaning the kitchen for an hour." He grins as she goes back to the topic of surfing. "Like I say, it's a bit tough. You need good balance, and it uses muscles you wouldn't really expect." He touches his stomach, washboard abs, and his shoulders. "A lot in the legs, too. And expect to spend a lot of time fetching your board up and doing it all over again." His grin widens. "You ever come to Australia, I'll teach ya."

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[info]psybelle
2007-11-29 23:55 (link)
Betsy giggles at the mental image of Alex blowing up a hot dog - which is far less distracting than the mental image of him unzipping her hypothetical wetsuit - which is how his mental image translated once she started thinking it herself.

Not that a new mental image helps once Alex starts pointing out that he's got great muscle tone and, as a result, looks very nice without his shirt. Mention of muscles he's worked in his legs has Betsy's mind trailing off in a whole new direction, and when she finds her eyes wandering that way too, she clears her throat a little and tries to focus.

"Count on it," she says, because if she ever goes to Australia, she'll want Alex to teach her all sorts of things. Hell, she can think of a few she wouldn't mind learning right now, but she's going to be good. Even if it may kill her a little and it's certainly playing hell on her manicure, since she's nervously chewed one nail so much that it may never recover.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-01 08:44 (link)
Alex can follow Betsy's gaze - when his isn't busy elsewhere, anyway, and he just grins. He doesn't have the mental discipline of Logan or Pete Wisdom - his thoughts will keep straying to Betsy on the beach, stretched out sunbathing, or Betsy needing 'just a hand' getting out of her wetsuit, or himself and Betsy lying in the sand together as the waves crash in just below them.

So much for peaceful, safe beach images.

He lets out a cough himself to break the sudden, tense silence, and bites his lip. "So, uh, is English weather always like this? I'm used to a bit more sun and warmth." Yeah, Alex. Weather's a perfectly safe topic. Never mind those vivid memories of how she looks when her t-shirt's soaked through, or the reflection you caught in the glass while she was changing.

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[info]psybelle
2007-12-01 09:08 (link)
There is a significant pause between Alex asking about the weather and Betsy actually responding to his question. Why? Most likely because she was enjoying the hell out of the latest beach scenario to be playing through his mind. "Hm?" The hesitation is brief until she picks up on what was asked and smirks. "No, it's not always like this. In the summer it gets extra muggy and stifling hot."

Betsy glances at her watch and finds out that not a lot of time has passed between the time she called for help and the time it is now. She considers for a moment and then turns off the car engine, which she'd left idling so the heat could stay on. "Running low on petrol," she says which is a bold-faced lie. "Dunno how long it'll take Chantal to actually get here with this rain, wouldn't do to run out."

There's a pause of a few seconds with only the sound of the rain beating down on the car before Betsy rubs her arms and shivers a little. It's almost undoubtedly not enough time for her to actually catch a chill, but she says, "Brr," anyway. She looks from the front windshield over to Alex and asks, "Mind if I climb back there? Might be warmer."

Yup. She's going straight to hell. Still, if Alex is game, she'll climb her way back into the backseat and sit next to him so that they can conserve body heat. For survival reasons.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-01 09:36 (link)
If Alex has any idea that Betsy's watching the scenario in his mind, it doesn't really show; he just nods as she answers the question about the weather, and raises an eyebrow. "It's not that c--" he begins, but then good sense takes hold and he swallows. "I mean yeah, sure, come on back." He shifts to make room, but only a little; she'll have to squeeze close, but if he's reading things right she won't mind at all. And of course this has set off all kinds of things in the poor boy's mind - primarily working out the logistics of how to manage sex in the back seat of the sedan.

With Betsy next to him, Alex doesn't show much hesitation in putting an arm around her and drawing her close; after all, she's cold, right? And despite his thoughts - wanting to just pull her in and start kissing - he remains a gentleman, pulling the loose shoulder of the borrowed sweater up and just rubbing her arm. For warmth. Yeah. He realizes again that he hasn't been saying anything, and coughs, but nothing's coming to mind.

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[info]psybelle
2007-12-01 09:54 (link)
Betsy wastes no time in settling in next to Alex, getting good and cozy and taking a moment to push some damp hair back from her forehead. There we go, hard part over: any minute now, they can move on to the snogging. Annnnny minute.

But instead of snogging, there's only awkward silence as Alex just sits there rubbing her arm. Which, granted, is nice. Still, she can tell all of the thoughts he's got about kissing her - those are nice too! And here she is definitely wanting him to be kissing her, and yet they're just sitting there. And Betsy's actually getting a little annoyed because after all she was the one who came back here and that means it should be his turn to make a move and can't he see how much she wants him-

And then she realizes: he can't see it - not the way she can, anyway. She's getting so used to her telepathy that she's starting to forget that not everyone has that advantage. She should probably say something to let him know that it's okay to kiss her, and she looks up to do just that. Then, of course, she realizes that maybe they shouldn't. After all, the poor boy only just set foot on the continent. He's been uprooted from his home and he's going to have to deal with all sorts of crazy things at the school. Maybe he's got the right idea, they should be mature and responsible and

"Sod it." It's muttered very quietly and then Betsy leans up and starts kissing him. She's not choking him with her tongue or anything, but her kiss is quite assertive. And yes, fine, now he's going to think all British girls are easy and things will probably be awkward as hell when they actually get to the school but you know what? It's been a while since Betsy had any action, and she knows Alex wants it, and she definitely knows that she wants it, and if this is how they decide to pass the time until Chantal gets here? Betsy can live with that.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-01 10:16 (link)
Alex manages to look down at the same time as Betsy looks up, and he's about to say something - he really is, even if it's just the same sentiment she's so eloquently expressed. All of the objections running through her mind have already gone through his, and he's discarded them in favor of the hot model in his arms.

Then all the indecision is gone, because said hot model is kissing him; there's a moment of surprise, and then he relaxes and leans into it, meeting her assertiveness with mischief and teasing. His hands start to move, too; down to the hem of the borrowed sweater and then under it, exploring a little tentatively, ready to pull back if she objects. He pulls the sweater up as she moves into his lap, breaking the kiss long enough to get it off over her head, and gives her a cheeky grin. "Ambassador, right?" Then he's kissing her again, hopefully stifling any objections to the jibe.

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[info]psybelle
2007-12-01 10:42 (link)
Betsy? Is really not in the mood to object to Alex's hands going a-wandering. In fact, when he seems a little nervous, she wastes no time in climbing right up onto his lap and settling in, one leg on either side of his as she's rather precariously perched on the seat. The girl raises no objections to having her shirt removed, either, because she doesn't have to keep pretending to be cold now that they've done away with pretense.

The comment about her being an ambassador does cause the girl to flash him a half-amused, half-shocked look, but that's quickly lost as they get back to the kissing. Betsy settles against him, letting her hands run over his stomach and then down under the lower hem of his shirt. After all, she wants to check out this muscle tone he kept mentioning.

The kiss breaks again so she can tug his shirt off and then she just braces her hands on his pecs and looks at him, grinning a little wickedly as she takes in the view and takes a moment to catch her breath. "I just want to make sure you have a pleasant stay in my country," she says in a Very Serious tone, even as she's letting one hand check out his washboard abs. When she leans in to kiss again, it's directed at his neck instead of his lips, and she settles in more solidly against him so they can share body heat skin to skin - it prevents hypothermia, you know.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-06 20:09 (link)
Betsy straddling his lap dispels all of his nerves, seemingly, and his hands move down to her waist and then up her front, rubbing (for warmth, honest) in small circles. He grins when she pulls off his shirt, then wraps his arms around her, one hand going to Betsy's hair as she starts kissing him again and the other just resting at the small of her back, holding her close to him.

Heat certainly isn't a worry - the pair are fogging up the windows now, and if either of them remembers that Chantal is supposed to be arriving any time now, you wouldn't know it from the hot and heavy makeout session they've got going on. He breaks the kiss to nip at Betsy's earlobe, and grins as he whispers, "You know, they say back in Oz you English are stuffy and standoffish."

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[info]psybelle
2007-12-06 21:46 (link)
Betsy lets out a quiet moan as she shifts in Alex's lap, rolling her hips and generally settling in for the long haul. There are things that she missed during the chaotic period of being kidnapped, experimented on, attacked by Russians and constantly relocated. Still, she has to say that a steamy backseat make out session in the pouring rain? Something she's going to try and get a lot more of in the future.

Alex's comment about the English being stuffy makes the ex-model grin and she steals a quick kiss on his neck before she pulls back enough to look at him as she says, a bit breathlessly, "Yeah, well I spent some time in the States." And we all know American girls are easy. She kisses him again and runs her hands over his chest, letting them trail down over his pecs and abs and towards her ultimate destination: his belt. It's not like she's trying to pressure him. ... Well, okay, yes: it is like she's trying to pressure him. Still, she somehow doubts she's going to encounter much resistance.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-06 22:27 (link)
Alex laughs softly at the joke, and then shivers when Betsy runs her hands down his chest. His own hands come up to cup her breasts, and he rocks his hips up when she goes for his belt - far from resisting, he seems more than happy to let Betsy go where she wants. While she might have been missing out on all kinds of things, Alex has been attending frathouse parties with college coeds, and this - while surprising - isn't unfamiliar territory at all.

While Betsy works on his belt and his jeans, Alex's hands are busy on her bra; his hands go exploring again once he's got it off. If Betsy's paying any attention, she'll note his thoughts are straying to whether he's got any condoms in his luggage...

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[info]disparition
2007-12-08 10:43 (link)
If either student had been more occupied with listening for traffic and less occupied with the removal of each others' underwear, one of them might have actually caught the soft sound of tires crunching gravel under all that heavy breathing. If they had, things might have gone very differently.

As Chantal exited her own unmarked black SUV clad in a long Max Mara coat and cream-coloured heels, she was completely oblivious to the state of things inside the other car. Not that that lasted long; by the time she was ten feet away she could tell that the windows were very fogged, and a sudden smearing handprint along tinted glass made for some significant pause. Closer approach didn't dispell her raised eyebrows in the least: After spending a moment standing outside the back windshield, she could even make out the vague silhouettes of one person straddling another.

"Well," she said aloud, sharing her amusement with no-one at all. "That didn't take long."

Briefly Chantal considered fishing around for the keys she'd just put away and then using the universal remote to roll down a window and say hello, but then dismissed the notion out of hand. Instead, with a Chesire Cat smile, she simply reached out to rap her knuckles at them instead.

Knock knock.

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[info]psybelle
2007-12-08 11:01 (link)
Betsy is definitely picking up on Alex's stray thoughts and she shifts again on his lap, trying to scoot lower so she can get to his fly. Of course, balance isn't exactly her friend and she nearly topples and is forced to brace her hand on the window to keep from falling right to the floor of the backseat.

Once Betsy's re-centered herself, she actually leans down on purpose, this time groping for the bag that Alex thought most likely to have a condom. It's around this time, with one of Betsy's hands finding a grip on Alex's belt loop and Betsy herself leaning back and reaching behind her for the strap of the bag. The effect is almost like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco, and it is in that precise moment when Chantal knocks on the window.

"Oh!" with a yelp, Betsy abruptly releases her grip on Alex's pants and winds up toppling backwards in a tangle of legs, arms, and the back of the driver's seat. She covers herself with one arm as she tries to get up to a seated position, muttering a few curses under her breath. She manages to grab the shirt Alex loaned her and holds it against herself as she smooths her hair and makes her way back towards the window Chantal just knocked at. With a quick glance to make sure he's decent, she rolls down the foggy, hand-streaked window and peers out at Chantal, red-faced with her hair in disarray.

"You're early," she says weakly, as though that's any sort of explanation.

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[info]lastsummers
2007-12-08 11:34 (link)
Alex manages to complete the 'bronco' analogy; when he hears Chantal's knock he nearly leaps out of his pants (only contributing to Betsy's sprawl), and his own face goes red under the tan as he realizes what must be going on. He's busy buckling his belt again when he gets his first look at Chantal through the window, and just for a moment the thought in his mind is clear.

Crikey, are all the women in this country drop-dead gorgeous?

He gives the blonde a weak smile of his own, then manages to hide the rest of his embarassment as he works to get his sweater back on. Betsy knows the woman; let her do the talking.

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