WHO: Memphis and Storm WHERE: The White House (SUCKAS) WHEN: January 3rd, evening. WHAT: Couple time. There was mention of lingerie attempts ;) RATING: See above and guess :P OPEN: Nope.
Truth be told, Memphis wasn't sure he ever wanted to go back to Mystic Veil. Sure, part of him felt bad that they'd be leaving their friends to face those crazy humans potentially, but another part selfishly wanted to keep everyone close to him safe. He had Storm with him for the break, and his siblings and their significant others were well taken care of (at least to his knowledge). The idea of going back to school, with his new guardian following him around everywhere, made him want to throw things across the room. It was emasculating, a grown man needing someone to protect him. Memphis felt like he was fully capable of taking care of himself and his girlfriend. What good had an entire team of protectors done anyway? The thought made his stomach clench uncomfortably, knowing those men had been good and hadn't deserved their fate. No matter how much he resented them for keeping him from Storm.
Those thoughts were pushed aside whenever they surfaced, however, in favor of much more pleasing matters. He didn't have to go back just yet, and Storm was in the other room. Memphis had no real idea of what she could be doing in there for such a long time, so in his inability to sit still and idle, he'd started playing his XBOX. Whatever she was doing must be important and private, seeing as she hadn't asked him to come in, so he figured he could kill some time while she figured out whatever she had to figure out in there. They had plenty of time to be together, after all.
Reclining in one of the plush chairs that decorated his private theater room adjacent to his own suite, Memphis shouted expletives at the screen as an explosion erupted from the surround sound system; oblivious as he was to what might be emerging from the next room shortly.