Flirting Homework

Posted on Sun Nov 19th, 2023 @ 1:40pm by Connor Bruin & Bliss Hawkins

Mission: Episode 3: X-Tra Ecclesiam
Location: X-Mansion
Timeline: August 14th, 1990

Yesterday had been entirely surreal. Not only did Connor watch with morbid fascination at how Magneto dropped a battleship on a crowd of anti-mutant protestors, but the object of his secret infatuation had returned without warning from Muir Island along with Professor Xavier. What had followed felt like something out of a dream. Connor was sure it hadn't been. Bliss had fallen asleep on his shoulder so soundly that he'd carried her to bed. He himself had barely slept a wink, though that was common for him. At least two nights out of the week were generally sleepless.

That had left him a lot of time to think. What if Bliss woke up and wondered if it had all been a dream as well? Promises had been made, but even a semi-virgin like Connor knew words were said in the throes of passion that didn't always get upheld. With his speech-generating device hanging around his neck, Connor walked from the boys' study hall on the second floor and made his way to the stairwell. Maybe he would grab a snack from the pantry or browse the library again. His thoughts were becoming disordered in their oscillation between joy over the night before and anxiety over today.

Bliss was stressed, and that wasn't a good thing at all. Her remediation lessons were a struggle, even though the Professor said she was making excellent progress. Between the scholastic lessons and the danger room workout, her body was craving a hit of sweet sweet nicotine. She'd smoked the last of her pack days ago.

She was coming down the stairs like she was walking the last mile when she saw Connor. Her gaze focused on Connor like he was a succulent antelope and she was a cheetah on the plains of Africa. She bounced down the steps fast enough that she must have forgotten her bra. She grabbed Connor by the arm and began to drag him bodily out of the hallway, looking furtively around for stray students. She finally found an unused classroom and all but tossed Conner inside and slammed the door behind her. She wet her lips and all but threw herself into his arms. She kissed him, not hard but with a feverish desire.

"Verb... Calliope... Ragamuffin.... Help.... Xylophone....boy scout...."

Her chest was typing out all kinds of new words on Connor's communication device....

It took Connor a few seconds to catch up with the sudden turn of events. Had she been summoned by his thoughts like virtual particles in the quantum void of subatomic spacetime? Her lips sure felt real against his, as did her hands which roved his back and deltoids after guiding his arms to enfold her. A faint whimper came up from his chest when he accepted this was real and actually happening, and then he returned her fervent kisses pound for pound. Relief flooded him more than anything. Bliss was real. Last night was real. Today... was good.

Their passionate kissing started with feverish affection that became less urgent but more loving. Finally Bliss broke for a deep breath, rubbing her cheek against his scruffy with a happy mewl. Her craving was ... Gone.

"Thanks, sweetie, you are just what I needed."

Connor didn't understand exactly but he wasn't going to argue. Not that he could, what with her ample bosom pinning down his speech-generating device. He flashed a simple greeting with his hand. Hello. His grin was elated and full of satisfaction.

"Hi."
She pulled herself off of him and pulled a compact from her back pocket. She used a pinky to correct her lipstick at the corners of her lips. She closed it with a clack and smiled up at him impishly.

(I am so glad to see you--how are you)

Her signing was not perfect, but it was a way to put them on the same communication level.

The hesitancy in Bliss's signing didn't obstruct her fluency. Or the sentiment Connor took from it. He didn't sign much himself either since there were so few people to use it with.

(Good--I was worried last night was only a dream)

She shook her head no.
(If it's a dream, it's one we share.)
She gave him a tender stroke of his cheek.
(You are good medicine for me. I hope you have no regrets about... The lake?)

At the mention of the lake, Connor's face reddened. Several memory imprints were made at that lake. They would be with him forever. He shook his head.

(I will not regret or forget what happened. I carry it in here.) He thumped his chest. (You touched my heart.)

Bliss tapped her own chest in response.
(You touched mine first. I won't forget either. )
Her eyes reflected her sincerity. Bliss normally walked around with her Shields up so to speak. But they were down with Connor.
She took his hand and tenderly kissed his knuckles.

(Do you think anyone saw or heard?) Connor let out a chuckle despite the way he bit his lip. There was a school syllabus—which he'd been told more than once he was probably the first student to ever read—but it said nothing about getting naked at the lake. He would have remembered that. (I have never had a secret before now. You are a wonderful secret.)

Bliss grinned and offered him a shrug.
(Some secrets are good. We need to get back to class.)
She picked up her book bag and slang it over her shoulder
(I'll save a spot for you at dinner.)

Connor nodded and waved goodbye. That... was almost as unexpected as the previous night had been. He grinned. Change didn't have to be bad after all.