Alyssa Hamilton is Heaven's soldier. (four_leaves) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-05 02:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Alyssa and Scott.
What: Talking about tea and flying.
When: 1/3.
Where: The grocery store, then the Blackbird.
Rating: R for handwaved sex.
Status: Complete!
Alyssa’s mother was still in London until the New Year, which meant Alyssa was doing the grocery shopping. Undeterred by snow, she was wearing a short skirt with knee-high boots as she hummed, putting things into her cart. She rounded the corner, looking for the tea, when she spotted a somewhat familiar man looking confusedly at the boxes.
“Do you need help with tea, Mr. Summers?” She couldn’t help but chuckle.
He looked up, then smiled at her. "Just Scott, and I can't tell the difference between these two boxes." He held up two nearly-but-not-quite identical boxes.
He did have a nice smile. She parked her cart then went up to him, taking the boxes and standing nearby. She squinted as she examined them, then held up a finger. “Aha. This one, in pink, is caffeine free. The other one isn’t. Not quite Hercule Poirot, but that’s a neat bit of detective work for one day, yeah? How’ve you been, Scott?”
And Alyssa did have nice...boots. Red-heads. Also the devil. Yay. Scott put the pink one back. "Caffiene free is the devil. I've been pretty good. What have you been up to?" Aside from some drama he'd decided he hadn't been qualified to comment on.
“It’s nice for when you’re trying to go to sleep,” she smiled. “Nothing really. Doing things that Logan wants to lecture me about.” She wrinkled her nose. “You’d think I was his daughter instead of his ex... something.”
Scott made a face, "He tends to get protective of people he gets...close to. I'm not sure if it's creepy or something to respect. Maybe a little bit of both." About as close to a compliment as Scott would give Logan. "You're an adult, though. He should respect that."
“It’s both? I mean, he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t care about me, but him being so paternal toward someone who dumped him is ... special.” She chuckled, tucking some of her hair behind her ears. “He doesn’t approve of me dating again, which I’m not technically doing. He doesn’t even like me flirting, he threatens to stab every bloke. Guess I shouldn’t tell him Kitty kissed me, his head would explode.”
That made the man smirk. "That's Logan. Special. But are you sure it's not that he doesn't approve of you dating, just who you're dating? Logan's an asshole but he usually means well. Even if he needs his butt kicked from time to time." Like all the time.
“I’m not ... really dating anyone. We sort of ... well. You know.” Alyssa bit her lip and blushed, not wanting to talk about a hook up in front of Scott Summers. “Or maybe you don’t, you don’t seem like a spur of the moment sort of man.”
"I've had my spur of the moments," Scott replied, looking amused. He could see how someone would think that. He used to be a lot more uptight. Okay, he still was, but not as bad. Mostly. Really, he should lecture her but if she wasn't going to listen to Logan he didn't think there'd be much point.
Besides, that's something dream!Scott would do.
Alyssa folded her arms, grinning. “You mean to tell me that Scott Stick in the Bum Summers has had a one night stand? I don’t believe it for a second.”
"Not every encounter has to be soulmates, or I’d still be with a friend," he replied. Did he prefer that? Yes, but ever since Jean died he hadn't been able to hold down a relationship. And there had been a woman in the army that had been wildly inappropriate.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drudge up bad memories.” Alyssa went to take his hand, squeezing it gently. “Still. You seem to be more of a look before you leap type. While Logan’s falling into the chasm, you’re at the top saying you told him so.”
He laughed, and squeezed her hand back. "I may have done that once or twice." He couldn't tell if she was flirting or just being sweet. "And you didn't pull up any bad ones. Just a few good ones. There's nothing wrong with looking before you leap. But there's something to be said for a little self-imposed blindness." He smiled ironically.
“You surprise me,” Alyssa smiled. She didn’t know if she was flirting or being sweet either; probably more of the latter than the former, but hell, if it was working, Scott was nice. He deserved to be flirted with more. “Which isn’t a bad thing at all. I didn’t even know you drank tea.”
"It helps with stress." His voice was even, though there was some self-deprecation to his tone. Stress and Mutant tended to go together like tits and wine. My inner Tyrion speaks!
"And the past year has been incredibly stressful." He didn't even know the half of it, though there was always that nagging suspicion that something was wrong.
“Is there anything anyone can do to help?” Even though they weren’t the closest of friends, Alyssa would be there for him if she could. That was just how she rolled. “And you’re right, it does help with stress. Lots of things do.” Oh, hey, that was innuendo. Fuck.
Scott blinked at her, glad for his glasses for once because he couldn’t quite believe his ears. “Yeah, some things help more than others when you can find it.”
Bad Scott. But sometimes he wanted to prove that he wasn’t a stick in the mud.
That made her blush, and she bit her lower lip to suppress a giggle. “I’m sure you don’t have any problems finding that, Scott.” He was handsome and funny, why would he?
“Less trouble than people think, more trouble than I’d like,” He replied, evenly. “Usually being so busy gets in the way.” He liked being busy but it had been one of the things making his love life virtually nonexistent. Although he got more than he realized.
“I’m sure,” Alyssa smiled. She was unaware that she was blushing, but it was visible on her cheeks and ears. Was he flirting back? That wasn’t possible, why would he flirt back?
Was he trying to flirt? He was trying to flirt. He could blame that exposed skin between her socks and her skirt hem. He could also blame the fact that she’d started it. “Going on a date when exhausted is just a recipe for disappointment, and I don’t want to disappoint.”
“That’s true. It’s so sad. Maybe you should try to date a friend? I mean, it’s just that you’re so good, it seems like you’re wasted being single.” She couldn’t help a nervous laugh before flipping her hair. Crap. Whenever she flipped her hair, it was flirting.
He grinned at her and stuck his hands in his pockets, where they’d be safe. “Tried that once, but it didn’t really work out. She hooked up with Shepard instead, anyway. I should be more bothered by that than I am.”
“Who?” Alyssa blinked, cocking her head to the side. “Have I met him?”
“Shepard runs the ranch. Blonde woman, sometimes has her hair dyed purple, drives like a maniac. You’d remember her if you ever met her.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Can’t say I blame either of them, really.”
“Oh, I think I’ve seen her around. Gorgeous, she is. Legs for years, right? I’m not ... Kitty tried, but while I can see beauty in women, I don’t really. Uh. Prefer them.” This was the most awkward conversation she’d ever had at the grocery store.
Scott nodded. Shepard did have legs for years - but so did Dani. "It's not for everyone. Kitty tried? Of course Kitty tried. I got her a recruiter badge for Christmas."
Alyssa laughed. “So you’ve met Kitty before! She did, she asked me to kiss her once. It felt a bit like kissing an auntie.”
“Kitty is one of my people. Sort of. In the dreams anyway. She’s a good person. And I won’t tell her you called her an auntie.” He grinned at Alyssa. “I think she’d object to that.” Teasing Kitty was a fun game for everyone! “She’s trained you, hasn’t she? You’ve got a way of walking with confidence that’s familiar.”
“She has, yeah. Especially after some of the things that happened earlier in the year, I felt like I needed it. My dreams trained me against demons and ghosts, but not so much against actual people.” Kitty had really helped in that regard; after Bellatrix, Alyssa had felt impotent and useless.
He nodded, his expression sobering a little. “She’s good for that. Have you been okay? I try not to pry online but it’s hard not to notice things.”
“I’m fine now, really. I just had a breakup, which is always hard, but I’m managing.” She ducked her head, blushing a little. “Probably better than I should be.”
“That’s a good thing. Means that things were probably not going well if you’re doing better once it’s over. Depends on how you cope with it. I’m probably not the best coper, myself.”
“What do you need help coping with?” Alyssa cocked her head. “Do you want to go get a drink or something? I feel a bit silly chatting you up in the tea aisle.”
“A drink sounds pretty good. And as for coping.” He gestured around with his hand. “Just trying to live here needs coping.”
“Right?” Alyssa beamed. “How about this, we check out, and I meet you somewhere? I can’t drink technically in the States, but I know ways around it.” She winked and grabbed her own box of tea off of the shelf.
“I feel obligated to not let you do that,” Scott replied, but her wink made him change his mind. She was British right? Close enough.
“I was drinking legally back home for two years, then I get here and the rules are changed. It’s bloody stupid if you ask me.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “So. Name a place, we’ll meet there in half an hour.”
Scott named a place. It was nearby but not one of his usual haunts. Last thing he needed was people assuming things. Or Logan getting pissed. Logan would get pissed anyway. Why was that making Alyssa more tempting?
Alyssa nodded and went to check out, paying for her things while quietly thanking every god that she had nothing cold. Afterward, she drove to the bar and moved to get a table near the back, ordering a gin and tonic with extra lime. When it actually arrived, she was glad she didn’t look eighteen.
For the record, Scott was glad too. He slipped into the booth across from her, ordering a whiskey and coke. It was his standard and pretty boring, but he liked it. And he needed it right now. He'd seen more of her thighs as he'd walked up. "I'm surprised you beat me here."
She chuckled at him and shrugged. “Some of us don’t drive like granddads, Scott. It’s funny, you’re still Mister Summers in my head.” Shifting her weight to recross her legs, she thanked the waitress for her drink and sipped carefully. It was more gin than tonic, but that was fine. “So. What’s stressing you out, luv?”
"Work, dreams. Mostly work." His eyes had been hurting more than usual, but that might just be Rachel returning. He loved her but she could be a stubborn headache.
“What’s happening at work? Or your dreams, whichever you feel like talking about, really.” She took a sip of her drink, not chugging it like some girls her age would.
"What makes you so curious?" His eyebrow quirked over his ruby glasses. He was sure she got enough about the dreams from Logan, if at all. Probably an unflattering picture of him, really.
“I don’t know you as well as I should, is all.” She chuckled and ducked her head. Also, they’d been flirting, and she felt like she should know more about people she flirted with. Well. People she flirted with who weren’t Christian Grey, he was an ass.So was Scott
“Why don’t you ask some questions, that’s always easier. Work has been mostly dealing with the snow. We hired on someone to help with the wild animals around and in the mountains. There have been some bears and cougars and we wanted someone who’d avoid lethal measures if she could.”
Blue eyes went wide. “Bears? Really?” She shook her head and leaned back. “I hope you’ve managed to shoo them a bit without hurting them. I never realized they’d live out here, so close to people.”
"One bear that I know of. You see cougars more often. Haleth tracked a cougar family for about fifty miles and we sedated them and moved them up into the mountains." He remembered that day, just a few weeks ago. He'd expected the cougar to end up dead, but nope! "But they do come down sometimes."
“That’s got to be beautiful when they do.” Alyssa couldn’t help a dreamy smile. “I’m sure they’re just lovely.” She liked the idea of being out with wildlife, but doubted she’d ever really do anything like that. She was a city girl through and through.
"I'm sure they are too, but you don't want them around kids." He shook his head. "Have enough livestock injuries as it is. But it's expected and that's why we have Faiza around."
He took a sip of his drink when it arrived. "Have you ever considered volunteering? Something tells me you need fulfilling work."
“Perhaps I will.” She smiled and leaned forward. “Faiza’s helped me before. I’d love to work with her sometime.”
He nodded his head, and leaned forward on the table, smiling at her. "I'll let her know. I'm sure she'll be happy to work with you." His eyes dipped down behind his glasses, then squeezed his eyes shut and mentally berated himself.
“What’s wrong?” She reached out to touch his arm, trying to reconnect him to the present moment, not whatever inner conflict he was currently fighting.
Scott chuckled. "Nothing wrong. Just a little distracted." He raised both of his eyebrows at her and pretended he wasn't embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t ... “ Alyssa laughed. “I don’t entirely know what’s happening right now. Normally I wouldn’t flirt with people I don’t know, who seem kind of sad. It’s a bit like taking advantage, yeah?”
“I’d be the one taking advantage of you,” Scott pointed out, seriously. “At least from most perspectives.” Of course that meant he’d been thinking about it.
Alyssa couldn’t help but laugh. “Taking advantage of me means I wouldn’t know what I was doing, or I’d be in a compromised position. Neither of those are the case, Scott.”
"Depends on what positions you consider compromising," Scott shot back, grinning.
“I suppose so. You know, you’re quite good at flirting. I’m still shocked you don’t have a lady friend,” Alyssa laughed. He was still making her blush, though that was probably the adrenaline of Hitting on Someone She Shouldn’t.
"It's a skill that I haven't had much cause to practice. I used to be a lot more awkward." Teenage Scott was a level of awkward that made Lara Croft look smooth.
“Everyone used to be a lot more awkward,” Alyssa smiled. “Feel free to practice on me, if you like.” Alyssa realized what she’d said after she’d said it, and went bright red.
Scott looked at his glass then beckoned the waitress over. “I think I need another drink first.” His own face had colored, and he was weighing the pros and cons in his head. “And if I wanted to?”
She’d been about to bury her head in her arms, then he mentioned wanting to. “I would ... probably be confused, actually, but ... yeah. That’d be nice.”
"Confused?" Scott knocked back half his drink. "You're attractive and alluring. I'm uptight, I'm not dead."
She went even more pink. “I just didn’t think you’d see me that way,” she murmured. “Thank you.”
Scott chuckled, and put his hand over hers. There was something to be said about making a girl blush, no matter who they were. "It doesn't take drink to, either."
“Well. Perhaps we should go somewhere else, then.” She bit her lower lip, trying not to giggle.
Scott's place was probably not the best right now, all things considered. He'd have to have Rachel go somewhere. "Got any ideas where?"
“No. I wasn’t exactly ... well, I mean, we could go to my house, my Mum’s out of town until the fifteenth.” Alyssa bit her lower lip, covering her face with her hands as she laughed nervously.
"That would be awkward," Scott replied, raising his eyebrows. Though he'd heard some legendary things about Alyssa's mother.
“It would be, but she’s gone, so not to worry. Come on, I’ll drive, then bring you back here for your car. Let’s go before I lose my nerve.” She giggled nervously again.
“If you feel the need to back out,” Scott said as he got up. “I don’t want to pressure you.” Still, he held his hand out to help her up. He was a gentleman and he wondered how often Alyssa even got that kind of thing from anyone.
She took his hand and looked up at him. “I don’t want to back out for myself. I just don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow.” Reaching up, she touched his glasses gently. “Do you have to leave those on the whole time?”
“Unless you have a way to hold back my powers, yes.” He tapped his glasses. It was impossible to explain how the powers work - something about his eyes being portals to another place - but he knew he couldn’t control them.
“I’ll be sure not to move them then. I’m glad mine are easily controlled, otherwise I’d have had a worse year than I did,” she murmured. Instead of saying anything further and possibly making him feel worse, she just tiptoed up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Scott ran his other hand down her side and smiled at her. “Don’t even worry about it. It just means I see things with a ruby haze. That’s not always a bad thing, I’ll have you know. It does interesting things when you blush.”
“Dear god, I must just look like one red blur.” She liked his hands: strong, without being too calloused. “All right, I’ll pay the tab and we’ll get going, then.”
Scott laughed, but knew better than to insist on paying. He didn’t think he’d win that argument. He was glad, though, that he drove the Viper.
Once the tab was dealt with, she bounced over to him, grinning. “So, do you want to drive, or is me driving too emasculating?”
“I’ll drive,” he replied, pulling out his keys. “Don’t let anyone drive my car.” It was his baby.
Alyssa laughed knowingly. “I think every man feels that way about some vehicle in their life. What was Logan saying about you having a jet or something?”
“Yeah, I have a jet too, but I took my car here,” He said. Then he got an idea. “Want a ride in the jet? I can get it here in about two minutes.”
“Really?” Her eyes went wide and she couldn’t help but grin. “... obviously, let’s do that!”
Scott pulled out his phone and keyed in both a code and a series of gestures. He nodded his head towards a park. “Lets head that way.”
“That’s so flash,” Alyssa smirked. “You could pick up birds this way, you know. Then again, I guess having a jet just for mobile sex is probably pretty skeevy.” She walked with him, hands behind her back.
"It's useful for other things," he replied dryly. "I don't know if that would be creepy or not, it depends on the perspective." He was pretty sure Kitty used it that way at least once.
“I’m sure it’s useful for getting places quickly,” Alyssa replied dryly. “As the Wright brothers intended.”
In the park, there didn’t appear to be anything waiting. That is until the trees and grass started waving, and a hatch of light appeared out of thin air. Scott took Alyssa’s hand and led her up the gangplank. “Among other uses.”
She blinked. “This is real, then? Where’d you get it? How? Is it a dream thing?” It had to be; nobody really bought things like this, not in real life.
“Yes.” The hatch closed behind them. The interior had a dozen seats in the back, and the two in the cockpit. The jet subtly moved as it lifted back up, feeling a lot like a fast moving elevator. “Armed and cloaked, and able to deploy a team anywhere in the world in hours.”
“Do you have to do that a lot?” She moved to look out a window, bracing herself with her palms on either side.
“Not here.” He walked up behind her and placed a warm hand against the small of Alyssa’s back. “A few times. Vegas was a big one where we needed to get there fast.”
She tried not to visibly shiver, instead leaning into his touch. “That makes sense, I suppose. Not everyone can teleport. I’m so glad I’m one of them.” It made sneaking out of the house a billion times easier. Not that she had to worry with her mother, but hell. Sometimes a girl wanted to sneak, dammit.
"No, not everyone." Scott thought about Kurt and Clarice and Ilyanna. While not as close to them as some others, their presence was missed, and not just for their powers. He rubbed at her back. "We can go anywhere." Hey, might as well make the experience unique, and he was feeling oddly reflective.
“Where do you want to go?” She was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder. “You seem sad, you pick.”
“Not sad. Thoughtful.” He turned towards her. “How about some place warm and green with a view of the ocean?”
“That sounds lovely,” Alyssa smiled, tiptoeing up to kiss him lightly on the chin. “You need warm, I think.”
"I think you're a good start," Scott pointed out, moving his head to catch her lips with his mouth.
She hadn’t really expected him to kiss her, even though they were on an airplane specifically almost to have sex. She’d thought she’d just affectionately kiss his chin in a friendly way. But it was a good kiss, and it was nice that she didn’t have to worry about lipstick or anything smudging on him. She’d just been out to get groceries, she wasn’t as dolled up as she could be.
“You are not bad at that,” she murmured.
She was still dolled up just enough and pretty hot besides. Scott smiled at her. "You sound surprised."
“You seem very ... straight-laced,” Alyssa smiled. “Self-contained. You probably compartmentalize. That’s not healthy, you know.” She did, however, feel safe with him. Probably a side-effect of knowing he was one of the Good Guys from Logan’s talking about him. Even if Logan didn’t like him much.
He thought about his mental black boxes. Literally compartmentalization. She was a lot closer to the truth than she realized. "Usually. This might be stepping more out of my comfort zone than I usually do, but sometimes you need to let go."
“It’s true. And we’re friends, we’ll be honest with each other. You’re a good sort. I’m safe with you.” She smiled up at him, amused at how he seemed to be sorting things out in his head. “Sometimes, you need to let the stick go, Scott.”
"Safe doesn't have to be boring," he said, smirking at her. After all, one of his longest term girlfriends had been Emma White Queen of the Hellfire Club Frost, and there had to be something to him that kept her satisfied.
“You’ll have to prove that to me,” Alyssa teased. “I’ve not learned that lesson yet.”
Scott grinned at her. “How does the ten-mile high club sound for starters?”
That made Alyssa laugh. “We’re that high up? Who’s flying?”
“Auto-pilot.” He nodded back towards the window. The curve of the earth was visible. Scott wasn’t doing it to seduce her - he genuinely wanted her to see something spectacular. Any seduction was a bonus.
She cocked her head to the side and smiled. It was like being close to Heaven, something she was a bit familiar with, seeing as she sent people there daily. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, palm close to the glass. “Do you come up here by yourself?”
"Sometimes. It feels like abusing the Blackbird but it's not like other people. I can't free-fly up here like a friend of mine. But it's a beautiful view." He rubbed the back of her neck with his thumb, relaxing and finding knots there.
Her eyes closed, and she couldn’t help but purr a little bit. “That’s fair. Who can fly up here by themselves? I can teleport with my bow, but flying seems like it’d be fun.” She chuckled as she leaned backward into him. “I should stop asking you questions while you try to seduce me.”
"Captain Marvel," he replied, smiling ironically at the name. "She really is kind of a marvel, actually." Scott quirked an eyebrow at her, then leaned down to kiss the junction between her shoulder and her neck.
“Oh, I think I’ve seen her on the - “ She would’ve said more, but he was making her gasp. “Right, less talking now.”
Scott ran his hands down around her sides and to her front. He had every intention of striking a balance between treating her with respect but not treating her like something fragile.
She closed her eyes, leaning against him, figuring he’d be the sort of guy to be all sweet and respectful during sex. Alyssa wondered what he’d make of the ropeburn along her wrists and the bruises on her hips that had teeth marks as their source.
Scott could be surprising when he had a point to prove. A point he proved when he flipped her skirt up and pushed her down and over one of the armrests. He slid one hand into her panties and the other up under her shirt to grasp onto a breast.
Normally, she’d have giggled from nervousness or adrenaline, but Scott had surprised her enough where she simply gasped. Somehow this feud between Logan and Scott was paying off in her favor. Somehow, she thought her hair might have something to do with it.
Red-heads, damn it. Red-heads. Scott knew this was a one-off, and when you know it's a one-off you want to enjoy as much of your partner as you can. Especially sexy red-heads. He wasn't in any particular hurry, judging by how he seemed determined to bring her to the edge but not quite over it.
Moving against Scott, Alyssa bit her lower lip and tried to look back at him, wanting to see his reaction. She liked making sure she gave as good as she got, otherwise there was no point in having a partner. God, she hoped she didn’t accidentally kick the autopilot off.
He groaned, looking at her as lustily as his glasses would allow. And really he couldn't take any more. The pause between moving his hand from between her legs and taking her from behind was because unlike some people Scott doesn't need to be asked to put on a condom.
Thank god for that. Alyssa stood up while he paused to shimmy out of her clothes, tugging off her dress and leaving on her boots. She returned to her original bent over the captain’s chair position, smirking a little at him.
That had been a wonderful view, even if it was all shaded in red. Did she just wriggle her ass? He was pretty sure she just wriggled her ass, and if he had any further reservation it disappeared just then. Especially when he got to feel her.
She laughed a little, glad she wasn’t afraid of heights. Apparently the stick in Scott’s bottom was removable, if only by redheads.