( it was easy to get away, excuses easy to make about why she had frosting and really, most of the mansion was quiet already, students taking advantage of the warmer weather to spend time outside.
it speeds her up, the buttercream carried in a tub with her to the attic, and rather than knock on the door, telepathically she lets ororo know she's there before opening the door.
every so often during the hour wait she'd done a little mindscan, checking that her friend wasn't backing out when she hadn't been convinced, floating a warm feeling to her. and that warmth of love and appreciation of her radiates from jean now that they're together )
[ Ororo had changed into something comfortable, out of her teacher clothes and into a loose shirt and... the hint of shorts? panties? maybe? The shirt is pretty big and hides what it is.
it's a departure from what most people see her in, but likely a familiar sight for Jean, who she welcomes into her attic loft with a wry shake of the head, an affectionate touch to her arm. ]
When have you known me to chicken out of anything?
[ Ororo grins a little, eyes not leaving Jean's as she leans forward to close her lips over the spoon. She radiates fondness and amusement, wondering a little where they might let this night go. It's a school night... ]
[ Still, she draws away, licking her lips before she responds. ]
Mm. Lemon buttercream? You really are treating me.
[ Ororo rolls her eyes at the line. She might have had something to say back, but Jean is kissing her before she can respond. ]
[ And she wants to kiss Jean more than she wants to say something smart. So she does, drawing her close, kissing back gently until she she realizes they're sharing the taste. It makes sense to deepen the kiss, doesn't it? She rests her hand on Jean's elbow, playing with the sleeve of her top. ]
( she'd let her fingers tangle in ororo's hair as they'd kissed, smoothing her hand down her neck now to her back, letting her next words float telepathically across as her hands touch, keeping everything above clothing for now )
( But I didn't clear an afternoon just to kiss you. Though you'll want to take my clothes off so I can show you what that is )
I was already going to do that. You are overdressed.
[ Her hands get busy with buttons, trailing down to the hem of her shirt so she can start drawing it up and off of her. ]
I am not complaining. But I can't believe I let you talk me into this little... lesson.
[ Shirt tossed aside, Ororo will take another dip of frosting into her mouth before she leans in for a kiss. Something to share, again. Languid and slow, to get them both going. ]
( the beauty of telepathy is that it leaves her mouth free to kiss at ororo's neck, making it purposefully a little distracting for her as she works on those buttons, even if she does move to help slide her shirt off )
(Exploring new things is an experience worth having, even if it's only once. )
( jean hums into the kiss because that frosting tastes so much better on ororo, and even though they're pressed together she drags the woman's jumper higher, sliding her hands against her back )
[ It's hard not to smile around the kiss, even if it means pausing to stop sharing frosting between them.
Well, she takes it as an excuse to draw away - pull off the jumper, slide off the shirt - to get them both far more comfortable. Or at least, get her more comfortable. Skin to skin is just so much better. ]
Who knows, you might convince me it's worth doing again. Maybe with a different flavour?
( there's a soft laugh from her and jean lifts her head slightly, thinking on it )
If not there are many things we could try.
( there's the smallest movement of her fingers and ororo will feel her bra unhook, jean reaching behind her to unhook her own, her telekinesis gently nudging the straps off ororo's shoulders as she lets hers drop to the floor.
but she doesn't yet step into her, walking backwards towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans, her expression expecting her to follow )
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it speeds her up, the buttercream carried in a tub with her to the attic, and rather than knock on the door, telepathically she lets ororo know she's there before opening the door.
every so often during the hour wait she'd done a little mindscan, checking that her friend wasn't backing out when she hadn't been convinced, floating a warm feeling to her. and that warmth of love and appreciation of her radiates from jean now that they're together )
I'm glad you didn't chicken out.
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it's a departure from what most people see her in, but likely a familiar sight for Jean, who she welcomes into her attic loft with a wry shake of the head, an affectionate touch to her arm. ]
When have you known me to chicken out of anything?
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( her smile turns a little cheekier, and jean dips the tea spoon that she's carrying just into the top of the buttercream, offering it to her )
This is to let you know what I'm treating you to.
( especially since ororo's already treating her to a lovely glimpse of her. it's making jean feel very overdressed )
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[ Still, she draws away, licking her lips before she responds. ]
Mm. Lemon buttercream? You really are treating me.
Is there an occasion I'm forgetting?
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( she puts the spoon back into the tub, placing it on the nearby table before stepping back to her friend )
Teaching you something enjoyable, spending some time with you.
( she kisses her to taste the frosting on her lips )
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[ And she wants to kiss Jean more than she wants to say something smart. So she does, drawing her close, kissing back gently until she she realizes they're sharing the taste. It makes sense to deepen the kiss, doesn't it? She rests her hand on Jean's elbow, playing with the sleeve of her top. ]
... You realize we don't need frosting for this.
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( she'd let her fingers tangle in ororo's hair as they'd kissed, smoothing her hand down her neck now to her back, letting her next words float telepathically across as her hands touch, keeping everything above clothing for now )
( But I didn't clear an afternoon just to kiss you. Though you'll want to take my clothes off so I can show you what that is )
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[ Her hands get busy with buttons, trailing down to the hem of her shirt so she can start drawing it up and off of her. ]
I am not complaining. But I can't believe I let you talk me into this little... lesson.
[ Shirt tossed aside, Ororo will take another dip of frosting into her mouth before she leans in for a kiss. Something to share, again. Languid and slow, to get them both going. ]
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( Exploring new things is an experience worth having, even if it's only once. )
( jean hums into the kiss because that frosting tastes so much better on ororo, and even though they're pressed together she drags the woman's jumper higher, sliding her hands against her back )
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Well, she takes it as an excuse to draw away - pull off the jumper, slide off the shirt - to get them both far more comfortable. Or at least, get her more comfortable. Skin to skin is just so
much better. ]
Who knows, you might convince me it's worth doing again. Maybe with a different flavour?
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If not there are many things we could try.
( there's the smallest movement of her fingers and ororo will feel her bra unhook, jean reaching behind her to unhook her own, her telekinesis gently nudging the straps off ororo's shoulders as she lets hers drop to the floor.
but she doesn't yet step into her, walking backwards towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans, her expression expecting her to follow )