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Earth-Prime Trevor took Erin's hand, returning the squeeze. His metahuman eyes allowed him to keep them open a moment longer against the purple glow, but ultimately he closed them, tilting his head to block some of the light with the brim on his fedora. He didn't care for heading into a dangerous situation with less than a comprehensive plan and complete understanding of the locality, but he was confident that whatever they encountered, it was nothing he and his teammates couldn't handle. --- Earth-Paragons "Hmph," Midnight grunted, uncrossing his arms. "Someone needs to be watching your backs," the independent vigilante remarked gutturally as he stepped in next to the rest of the young heroes. His matte black outfit looked surprisingly natural amidst the blue and gold uniforms as he steeled himself for what was to come.
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"...ah. Can see why you didn't use the yellow pages," Trevor observed after a beat. Since he began attending at Claremont, the youth sometimes wondered if he didn't spend more time in other realities than he did in his own. "Have to get some tools together. If we'll be teleporting via... plant again," he continued, pushing past the oddness of the concept, "may be easiest to go straight from the manor, rather than carrying them to another point."
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Jill blinked, doing her best to follow what Dragonfly was trying to say. "Hey, secret identity thing aside, I want to shout this from the rooftops," the medic assured her, "and I spend a lot of time on rooftops. Okay, yes, I just went from zero to lap full of cute blonde in record time, so I'm kinda emotionally punch drunk, but still." Leaving one hand on Mara's back, she used the other to loosely comb through the hair about the inventor's shoulders. "We're going to have to figure some stuff out, logistically speaking, but I figure we're pretty bright, we can handle it."
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"The ceremony was lovely," Trevor responded reflexively, his tone an odd mix of rote and genuine appreciation. For his part, the young man was surprised how much of the newlywed botanist's sunny disposition carried over the phone line. "Generator? Should be able to help, yes. Where is this?" The idea of working on something straightforward to clear his head held considerable appeal, and there was something about Fleur de Joie that made one unusually inclined to help her. Probably the impression she'd do the same for anyone who asked in a heartbeat.
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Although he suspected 'later' would a tough wait, Trevor offered Erin a warm smile. "Always," he promised, holding the bedroom door open for her as they headed out. He left his own shirt where it was; he'd need to change once he made it back down the manor anyway. Before they split off is opposite directions down the hallway, the young man heading back to the concealed passageway downward and his girlfriend running out to her truck, he paused to deliver a suitably chaste kiss to her forehead. "Love you. See you out front in a couple minutes."
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Trevor Hunter rose from the side of his motorcycle as the phone rang, snatching up a rang to cover the receiver with as he picked it up, keeping it oil free. The vehicle didn't really need any extensive work; with the exception of damage in the line of duty, it ran remarkably cleanly. Disassembling, fine tuning and reassembling its familiar components had become an almost meditative activity for the young man. "Mrs. Lumins? This is Trevor," he acknowledged, a note of surprise in his baritone rumble. "Is everything alright?"
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"Oh, well," Jill began with a pleased look as Dragonfly settled into place, brushing a light kiss on the inventor's right cheek. "If that's the only scientific explanation..." Shifting her head slowly, she mirrored the gesture on the other cheek. "...who am I to argue?" Craning her neck now that Mara had the advantage in height, she kissed the tip of her companion's nose, her expression puckish as she settled back in the chair.
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"See why I'm so reluctant to carry one of those?" Trevor managed with strained humour, breathing deeply through his nose as he willed his heartbeat back down to a manageable speed. Quieting the small but indignant voice of protest in the back of his head, he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders experimentally, shifting gears with considerable effort. "I'll suit up and bring the Cycle around. Have a uniform and bat in your truck?" he asked, forcing himself to tear his eyes from Erin as he mentally counted backward from one hundred.
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"Hrn. That's not going to work," Trevor murmured largely to himself as he looked into the opened hatch Liz indicated, his tone disappointed. Turning his attention back to the ship's designer, he inclined his head gratefully. "Still. Suggests new options. Thank you." Rubbing the back of his black hair, his stoic expression turned a touch wry. "Ah, keeping things under wraps for now. Not you, just an inherited weakness for dramatic reveals."
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"Alas, that my many charms should remain unsampled," Jack bemoaned, leaning against a brick stairwell entrance with his arms crossed across his chest. If the swashbuckler was truly upset, he was certainly hiding it well. Gabriel seemed to catch an impression of affable resignation, but the wry smirk fixed under the other man's royal blue bandanna mask made him difficult to read. Atop the edge of the same brick outcropping, Jill perched with her legs hanging off the side, swinging back and forth slightly. "What, do you make a habit of getting shot? 'Cause, man, pro tip of the day-" "Jill," her brother interrupted unexpectedly, raising one hand to forestall her. "Wasn't his fault. You come into the West End, you answer to us," Jack confirmed soberly, addressing Gabriel, "but we've got you back as well. Pun should have never gotten a shot off."
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Trevor was quiet for a moment. From most people, it might have been worrisome, but the couple's need for words was less than that of most. Following her a step forward, the onyx hued young man placed a hand lightly on her cheek. "You're beautiful. Don't know why I don't tell you more often." Kissing her again, he pulled her close with his other hand, his movements slower and more deliberate but with undiminished need as his hands followed her curves, tracing the paths of her athletic frame.
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Jill moved forward obligingly at Dragonfly's pull, nearly loosing her precarious balance between the pair of office chairs. Fed up with the awkward position, she spared enough of her attention from the kiss to make a small application of her powers. A wedge shaped bioelectric construct shimmered into being the inventor's chair, gently raising its far legs until Mara slid off with a slight bump to land on Jill's lap. Grinning innocently at the transplanted engineer, the medic wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's waist and feigned surprise. "Oh my, how did that happen?"
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Trevor back up a step into the door frame with an audible thump, his newly supersaturated muscles easily absorbing the impact as he melted into the kiss as every square inch of his surface area demanded contact. The fingers of one hand raked through waves of auburn hair as they cupped the back of Erin's head, the other sitting restlessly on her hip. With extreme difficulty, he broke away with sharp gasp, still holding her close. "This... this still doesn't h-have to be tonight," he managed breathlessly, looking directly into Erin's brown eyes with every scrap of restrain he could muster. "Not... ah, not..." He trailed of, distracted as his eyes traced the lines of her face.
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The grandfather clock slid back into place as they passed back into the open room with the fireplace, concealing the entrance to the Midnight Manor. Though Erin's enhanced biology made her slightly heavier than she appeared, Trevor didn't seem to notice as he carried her a short distance through the mansion to a door left slightly ajar. Opening it with his back, he turned smoothly around to set his girlfriend down in a room which could easily have been mistaken for an expanded version of his dormitory at Claremont. Largely spartan apart from the beautiful home's omnipresent ornate molding and hardwood floors, one corner was taken up with an antique desk and contrastingly utilitarian workbench and a pair of door on the other side of the room opened up into a walk-in closet. A number of mismatched rugs overlapped each other around a wooden four poster bed, tidily made with deep blue bedding, while a number of tasteful throw pillows had been unceremoniously swept over the side into a pile.
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With a low rumble in the back of his throat, Trevor continued downward until his lips reach the collar of Erin's sweatshirt before crouching to scoop the young woman off the ground and into his arms, making sure she has holding on around his neck as he straightened. "Upstairs," he responded needlessly, long legs quickly covering the distance from the workbenches to the passageway back up into the mansion above ground.
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"Well, ah..." Trevor cleared his throat lightly, only paying a limited amount of attention to his own words. His glossy jet and ruby eyes unfocused slightly as he leaned down to brush his lips on Erin's cheekbone, slowly working his way down her throat with light kisses. "Could... see those couches we were talking about," he murmured, whisper quiet. "Or... other furniture. Whatever you like."
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Jack of all Blades (20) Pink Panther (1) Crisis on Infinite Holidays (6) A Very Interceptors Christmas (3) When Did They Get Robots? (10) Midnight II (117) Hunter in the Forest (2) Kill A Man: Rusty Cage(2) Kill A Man: Eighteen (4) The Dark Mother (2) Somewhere That's Green (4) Routine Maintenance (59)* Worlds Enough and Time (11) The Sun Shines Night and Day (33) NPCs Jill O'Cure (102/2 = 51) No Man's Land (9/2) Crisis on Infinite Holidays (2/2) Visiting Hours (91/2) *One post for Routine Maintenance was accidentally deleted, but has been edited in here.
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"Little chilly, yeah," Trevor agreed absently, although he made no move to retrieve his shirt from a few feet away. The Midnight Manor was surprisingly polished and comfortable for an underground cavern, but there was a definite coolness in the dimly lit chamber. "...house really does have a lot of rooms," he noted with attempted but largely failed nonchalance. "Sake of argument."
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Dragonfly's sudden kiss succeeded in surprising Jill out of her spiraling ramble. "Like you get a monopoly on crazy," she retorted with a rueful smile. "Thank you. For understanding, I mean. If it were just about me, I... it's just something I need to take slow." With the inventor's arms around her neck, Jill placed her hands on either side of Dragonfly's seat, supporting herself as she leaned forward slightly. "Hee. I shall call you Marbar and you shall be my Marbar," she decided with a wider grin, closing the short distance into a kiss, easier now that there was nothing obstructing their faces.
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Trevor inhaled sharply through his nose as Erin's hand traced up his torso, reflexively pulling her closer with the hand on the small of her back. "Maybe I was just trying to set a good example," he murmured as his brain decided to put his mouth on autopilot while it concentrated on more important things. It said something about his current preoccupation that even when he realized what he was saying he didn't flinch or try to qualify the statement but instead shifted one of his hands to lightly brush Erin's auburn hair away from her face.
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"Hee." Jill's nose crinkled slightly with a pleased look. "Hi." Removing their masks had probably been a bad idea, objectively, but the young woman was far too happy with the results to care. Tossing her black, fingerless glove on the growing pile on a whim, she reasoned that so long as she was making bad decisions, she might as well make them all at once. "Listen, I... Jill's not my real name," she explained in a rush, her expression turning troubled as she looked away. "I let people think it is, 'cause that's part of why it works as a codename but... but it's not really and I just... I didn't want you to think you were here with Jill, 'cause she's made up and now I just sound like a crazy person, argh!" With her bandanna removed, it was much more obvious as the sidekick turned a ruddy hue, wringing her hands in front of her.
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"Oh. Heh," Any resemblance to a carved sculpture was somewhat marred by Trevor's small grin and slightly embarrassed posture. "I, ah... I wasn't sure if you'd noticed. Not that that why I've been working out, but..." The young man's smile broadened and if his skin hadn't already been supersaturated with mist, his cheeks would have likely coloured as he adopted a tone of exaggerated mock bravado. "Good to know, good to know."
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Jill's smile widened for a brief moment at the rambling before she gingerly moved her hands to either side of Dragonfly's face, running her fingers lightly over the visor's earpieces, her expression thoughtful. With delicate care, she pulled them away, the curved headset giving way slightly as she removed it and set it aside on the desk. Her mouth opening slightly, the medic traced the revealed hairline with her fingertips. "Ha, blue," she murmured with a faint smile, "thought so." After a moment, she brought her other hand back around to the knot of her bandanna mask, running into Dragonfly's gauntlet as she did. There was a slight pause, then rather than undoing the twisted fabric, she guided the other girl's hand to the braid and waited expectantly.
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Erin's hand felt cool against Trevor's chest, making him more aware of his heartbeat against it, still accelerated from the shock. "Actually... think so. Take some practice, but know what I'm trying for now." With the electricity ionizing the mist inside him, he could examine the sensation first hand, and was reasonably confident he could recreate it on his own. He blinked twice, his mind feeling a little fuzzy as he tried to keep everything organized in the face of sensory overload. "Shows off...?"
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Jill snorted lightly. "Yeah, now that I've gotten fried rice and a couple kisses, I'm totally done with you," she drawled sardonically, leaning forward enough so that her bangs fell across Dragonfly's forehead. "Idiota. Have to work harder than that to get rid of me." Mirroring the physicist's expression, she bit the corner of her bottom lip while the other side turned upward nervously as he moved her second hand upward. "'Fly... I'm going to take off your visor, okay? Then my mask."
