aubrey (optic_nerd) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-01-30 00:28:00 |
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Aubrey had been a bit distracted the whole night.
They both were, really. Who wouldn't be? Magneto ruled the country, sure, but there were other matters. Magneto had been at the school for a week, the school had just been attacked by a bunch of people who were supposed to be dead, Bobby Drake was missing. Oh, and Fauntleroy, one of Aubrey's six white mice, was dead, which just put a cap on that whole depressing chain of events. So, really, they were supposed to go out about two weeks ago. More than two weeks ago... but things just kept getting pushed back and pushed back again.
Finally, they had to give up and just go. They both needed a break and Aubrey would overwork himself if he didn't take this time with Kasey to stop and breathe. They'd gone out for Chinese and had ended up staying until the place closed, with Aubrey leaning against Kasey and holding her hand in comfortable silence.
It was weird, being with a girl who didn't sign. Aubrey would have assumed that their relationship was therefore based solely on the sex, but considering how long it had taken them to get to sex, that seemed pretty inconceivable. Maybe they just had some way to communicate without words, maybe they were exceptional at reading one another... either way, Aubrey was fine with it as long as Kasey didn't mind the silence, as long as she didn't mind having a boyfriend who refused to talk. He did try. Sometimes.
Now, however, he really wasn't thinking about trying to speak, as he had her leaned back over the hood of his car while he kissed her. It was cold, and he seemed to have found the ideal way of warming up for the time being, with his gloved hands laced with Kasey's in her coat pockets, one knee on the bumper.
He stopped himself, nipping at her lips and nuzzling her as he pulled back. Hands tugged, pulling out of her pockets but staying connected with hers. The only really inconvenient thing about all this was the fact that they had to keep a distance when they wanted to communicate with words. Clicking his tongue with disappointment, he unlaced his fingers from hers. The tip of his finger traced her cheek before he signed, Turn off the inducer. I want to see you.
In case she didn't get it----since his signing was particularly difficult with gloves on, he reached down to her wrist and turned it off for her. He knew how it worked, considering he'd made it. Satisfied with that, he tugged off his glove with his teeth and retraced the tips of his fingers over her exposed cheek, over the thick blue hide the inducer had been covering. That was better.
He grinned, heaved a sigh, and plopped back to lie on the hood beside her, his eyes gazing up toward the sky.