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roof | early evening | saturday | december 26

So, Griff was apparently back and in one piece. It was a Christmas miracle or something. Whatever it was, Alex hadn't hung around the room too long to ask because he'd still been pissed that he'd been worried in the first place. This is the shit that happened when he left himself open and he didn't know how much he liked the feeling.

That and a shitload of other things had been wandering up to the roof, cigarette already lit when he stepped out into the mild evening air. It felt like it'd been awhile since he'd actually smoked on the roof what with the colder temperatures and random weird weather events. It was nice to have something familiar.

He slid down against the roof's wall, leaning back against it, feet crossed at the ankle. His Christmas had consisted of a phone call from his mother, which hadn't been fun. After Christmas, he was a little more determined to make count.

And he'd start by smoking. On the roof. For awhile. Yep.

[post is open, of course. ~~i'm at work so i might be a little slow or AFK but yes~~ and i'm home yay]

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"I can hear you, you know." Emma had a cigarette in one hand, and her flask in another, and was going to take a seat nearby -- but not too close -- and eye him warily.

"Not the details, mind you. I'm not snooping. But if there was such a thing as a lighthouse beacon of anthropomorphic angst, darling, it would be you."

"I'm like this all the time," he told her, letting his cigarette dangle between his lips while he slanted her a glance. All right, maybe he was a little more obvious in his brooding tonight. "Thought you'd be used to it."

"No you aren't. Sometimes you're positively brimming with joy and goodwill towards your fellow man," she drawled sarcastically. "We don't have to have sharing and caring time, never fret, but I thought I should warn you in case one of the local bleeding hearts started making fussing noises in your direction."

Sadly, this was Emma's version of fussing.

"Most bleeding hearts tend to stay away from me," he said, snickering at the thought of being fussed over by someone like that. "And most people don't care enough to fuss."

Still. He didn't realize he'd been as obvious as she was making it sound.

"I sound that bad?" he asked, making a face at himself.

"Sound 'that' bad? No. Just...off," she admitted, holding out the flask in offering. "And you aren't enjoying your cigarette nearly as much as you should. It's all in the details, darling."

"Off," he repeated, laughing humorlessly and reaching for the flask. He uncapped it and gave it a little sniff to see what she'd been drinking.

"I'm fine," he lied even if he knew it was fruitless with her. "You miss all my dirty thoughts that much?"

Vodka, of course. Emma liked to keep it simple.

"Keep fibbing at me, and I'll take away the flask," she huffed. "I did, actually, come up for a smoke break because I could hear you up here, and I like the company. Dirty thoughts and all."

Alex shot her a weak glare before taking several quick swallows of the vodka before she took it away from him.

"I didn't mean to give you a headache," he said, passing the flask back over and almost smiling. "But, thinking about it, it's not so bad. Means I got you to come up here, didn't I? Now you can distract me."

"If you want distraction, I'm almost always willing to oblige." She took the flask back and took a drink. "I can't believe it's almost January. Ready to be invaded by the new kids?"

"You're a pretty good distraction," he answered honestly, leaning back against the wall and almost smiling. "Ready? I guess. I don't care that much. You gonna take one under your wing, mold them into a little Emma?"

"Does the world really need more than one of me?" she asked. "I don't know. Maybe they'll assign me another sibling, but I'm not holding my breath."

"Besides, they always keep me up at night for a week or two, with the freaking out and the whole 'My roommate is a boy/girl/alien/whatever' thing, at least until they adjust."

"You could always come sleep in my room, freak them out with not being there," he offered, thinking it beneficial for them. See, he could get some dirty thoughts in there over his brooding. "I'd hope that me answering the door wouldn't freak them out too much if they were looking for you."

Well.

"Unless they're still virginal or some shit."

Emma just grinned. "Are you going to tire me out enough that I'll sleep through the rest of the dorm thinking shocked things?" she laughed. "I think I'd like to see you try."

That should give him some nice dirty things to think about.

"And I'm still working on trying to get my last little sib to lighten up a bit in that department. She's not a prude or anything, just... needs a little encouragement to go for what she wants."

"I've got fucking awesome stamina," he said proudly, jutting his chin out exaggeratedly. "And even during the require male downtime, I still know how to use my mouth and hands, Emma."

See, he was already feeling a little better. Or he was just great at repression. "Find an easy guy and tell her to have fun."

"Beka's not the type to go for that kind of 'canoodling', as she'd say," she replied, shaking her head. And there was nothing wrong with repression, thank you. It was Emma's preferred method of coping with things too.

"And I'm not doubting your many talents, darling. You know how much I enjoy some of them," she teased, handing over the flask again. "I just rarely sleep more than three or four hours at a time on any given night; there's just too many people in too close quarters, and I can't keep them out very well when I'm sleeping. If anything could get me to sleep for a full six hours, it would be a miracle."

"She's missing out then," he said, accepting the flask with a small smile and taking a few more drinks from it. "And, you know, it's not like I don't notice the lack of sleeping when you're with me, exhausted or not. You're not the only one that doesn't sleep. My excuse just has nothing to do with those mystical powers you have."

It'd be easier, he thought, if he could blame that. "I'm always willing to try and exhaust you that thoroughly. There's a lot we haven't done."

"Not magic, thank you," Emma said, pulling a face. "I am wonderfully logical and science-based, none of that mystical nonsense. It's apparently a mutation of some sort in my DNA."

"Although if you've got a few suggestions for turning my over-achieving brain off for a few hours, I'd love to hear them."

"You could put on earmuffs," he teased, reaching over and cupping both hands over her ears in a poor imitation of earmuffs. "That help?"

Emma tilted her head, pretending to try and hear things. "Yes, completely," she lied cheerfully. "You must be the one with magic, not me. Alex Karev and his Magic Hands."

"They've served me well for the most part," he said, taking advantage of that position by tickling the skin behind her ears since his fingers were right there and all. "I've always wanted to be magic. I'm so boring otherwise."

That started a squeal out of Emma, and she tried to squirm away from him.

"Stop that," she laughed, holding her cigarette out to one side and using her free hand to try and swat him away. "That tickles!"

"Make me," he challenged, keeping his own cigarette in between his lips (and praying it didn't burn too far down while he tickled her). It just seemed needed to have both hands free so he could tickle that same spot again.

New discovery, that. "You're ticklish there? I've learned something new!"

Emma tried ducking her head to get away from him. "Nope, not ticklish, I lied," she tried, not wanting to give him any more ideas. And she wasn't! Just...sensitive! Emma Frost was not ticklish.

"Don't make me fight dirty, Alex!"

[aaaaaaaand I fell asleep on the computer. GO ME.]

"I don't think you know how to fight dirty," Alex said, pushing himself to a knee to keep his hands there. "It's beyond you!"

[hahahaha and I fell asleep in my bed! go us!]

Oh, she could fight dirty! Emma actually squirmed slightly closer so she could try and swipe his cigarette from between his lips.

Okay, that he actually didn't expect so he wasn't guarding for it. Hence, she managed to swipe it and he ended up actually looking surprised.

"That's fucking mine," he said, trying to get it back. "You have your own!"

"I warned you!" she sang, leaning back and holding it as far behind her as she could, the tiniest bit of her native Bostonian accent leaking out between giggles. "You gonna be good?"

"...yes." He was a giant liar and was just trying to refrain from tackling her on the roof. "Of course. I'm always good."

"Fibbing again!" Emma could be a right pain when she put her mind to it, and she tried wriggling away so that she could dart across the roof. If he was going to tackle her, she wanted to be far enough away from the wall that no one would hit their heads.

"No more vodka for you, Mr. Karev."

"I'm not lying," he lied, getting to his feet and trying to box her in while moving closer. It wasn't even about the cigarette now. He was just a competitive son of a bitch. "You don't trust me, Emma? Don't think I'd be good?"

And of course, Emma couldn't just back down. Being a competitve bitch was part of who she was.

"It's nothing personal, darling, I don't trust anyone," she replied, careful not to get backed into anything. "And I think the only time you're good is when you want to be, and now is not that time."

"There's more to being good than being well mannered," he said, stalking a little closer to her and grinning wickedly. "Maybe you're just not good enough to be bad. It does take talent. Lacking in that department, darling?"

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"Good boys don't fib to pretty telepaths," she answered, smirking right back at him. "And I'm not lacking in anything. You're normally more appreciative of my talents, Alex. Now my feelings are hurt. Really."

"You should know I'm not a good boy," he said, smiling lazily at her and keeping his position for the time being. It also gave him time to think of stupid things like windmills, cookies and sex before darting towards her in an attempt to surprise her.

Edited 2009-12-27 18:35 (UTC)

"What happened to 'I'm always good?'"

...Cookies? Why was he thinking about cookies? - oh. Emma yelped and tried to run, although she probably wasn't going to get far, trying to hold two cigarettes and her flask. "That's cheating!"

"There aren't any rules," he told her before trying to get an arm around her waist and tug her towards him. "You can't call cheating when you have a natural advantage!"

She'd been caught, albeit by cheating, so Emma would surrender with good grace. For now.

"There have to be rules," she laughed, letting herself be tugged. "Otherwise there aren't any to break, and then we wouldn't have any fun at all."

"You started it," he said, keeping his hold on her while trying to pluck his cigarette away. "And I just retaliated. Don't sulk because I beat you."

"Do I look like I'm sulking?" she asked, willingly handing it over. "Sometimes a girl enjoys chased, you know. I like seeing how much people want things. Even little things, like cigarettes."

"If I want something, I'm damn sure going to get it," he said, taking that cigarette and taking a drag from it before she tried anymore trickery. "If I want it bad enough, I'll get aggressive."

"I would hope you'd get aggressive for what you want. If you were the type to stand around passively and wait for a handout, I'd have to find a new friend," Emma pointed out. "And then who would I smoke with on the roof? I despise passive people."

"I'm sure you could find someone else to smoke with, Emma," Alex said, loosening his hold on her now that he'd gotten his cigarette back. "They just wouldn't be as good as me."

And he was awesome. His ego told him so. "They probably wouldn't offer to let you spend the night with them either. I'm special that way."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Between you and that ego, I sometimes wonder how there's enough room in the bed," she teased. "But if there's space, then I'm happy to join you."

"Don't lie, you like my ego," he said, smirking. "And it's not like you're completely ego-less, darling. I've seen your ego poking on through that oh so neutral visage."

"Hey now, there's nothing neutral about my visage," Emma replied. "Neutral is boring, and I'm pretty, thank you. Pretty is not neutral."

...what was that he said about the ego?

"No, you're not pretty," he said, giving her an actual genuine grin. "You're really fucking hot. There's a difference."

And he thought it was a good one.

"See? I told you that you could be charming," Emma purred, sliding in to try and claim a kiss. "I've still got that room to myself, you know, if we feel like shoving the beds together. You had mentioned you had a few ideas..."

"I have a lot of ideas," he mumbled against her lips, "and I'd be happy to share them with you."

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