Scott and Lydia, November 23
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om_mainThe day after her latest speedster crisis, Scott takes good care of Lydia.
When Lydia woke on Sunday morning, it was with the satisfied, worn-out feeling in her legs that said she'd been well and truly sexed the night before. Scott, however, was already up and gone--which wasn't surprising. She stretched, wandered to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pull back her just-been-fucked hair, then landed back on the bed and went for her phone.
Endless emails and google alerts. Because speedsters were pains in the ass. But much easier to deal with after a nice, long night like that had been.
Scott had always had trouble sleeping in, even when he might have wanted to. This time, though, he was using it to full advantage. He had managed a quick trip to the gym, and a shower, before taking on his morning task. He, Scott Summers, had cooked a meal for Lydia. The tray he was carrying might not aesthetically celebrate the effort he had put into the food, but hopefully the food itself would make up for it. There was a vegetable frittata, sausages, breakfast potatoes, sourdough that he'd searched the pantry for high-and-low as toast, coffee, and juice.
Yes, he was kind of proud of himself.
Carefully, so as not to knock the tray at all, Scott let himself back into Lydia's room. "Hungry, Red?"
Lydia looked up from her phone to answer, mouth already open. Then just paused that way, eyes wide, a smile forming through her surprise. "Oh my god. What is all this?" Asked in a way that said she very, very much liked it.
He shrugged, looking a little awkward, maybe even uncomfortable, at the question. Still, he tried for a smirk when he replied, "Your week is about to suck. Figured you might as well fuel up first."
She smiled. "It's not nearly as suck as I was making it out to be... before you got hold of me last night." She gestured for him to come to the bed.
Scott made his way over, and took a gentle seat on the edge of her bed. "So you were indulging in exaggeration for my benefit?"
"Let's just say this morning brings new perspective with it," she said with a smirk.
His cheeks went a little pink, but his smirk was downright cocky. "Well, hopefully the food doesn't change what good I managed last night." He doubted it would, though. He'd done a lot of good last night. He'd have to give her food poisoning to really undermine it.
Lydia accepted the tray and settled it on her lap, admiring it for a moment. "If it looks as good as it tastes, you're in the clear. I didn't even know you could do this."
"You should thank Jean-Paul. If not for him, you'd have microwaved corn dogs on that plate right now." Scott reached over and stole a piece of potato.
She made a face at him and speared a bit of fritata for herself--grabbing some potato in the bite. When she popped it into her mouth, her eyes closed and she hummed happily.
Scott grinned. "You're welcome."
"Mmm," she swallowed and only then opened her eyes. "You are the best boyfriend. I am now impervious to speedster-drama all day, I think."
"I doubt that," Scott admitted. He smirked just a touch. "If all it took to be immune to Pietro's bullshit was some food, more of our faculty would probably be overweight. But I am glad you like it."
"Sooo much," she assured him, then dove for another bite. "Mmm, well, maybe it's just the thing where Jean-Paul is constantly getting himself torn up or threatened I'm impervious to now... no wait, I'm not. I just feel like it."
"Good. Beaubier would be so upset if you were impervious to him now."
She snorted out a little laugh--and before having coffee, even! Scott was, indeed, a very good boyfriend. After chewing happily and swallowing again, she said, "So true. I keep thinking I'm ready for anything, whatever the next thing is, then the next thing is even more idiotic than I expected..."
"Never underestimate the possibility for idiocy," Scott agreed. He reached out and stole another piece of potato. "Especially when it comes to super-powered teenagers."
She playfully smacked at his arm--though her expression said more about her finding his thievery adorable than anything else. "Didn't you make any for yourself? Just for me?" She smiled sweetly.
"Is it my fault if you left it unguarded in invitation for me?" He replied in kind.
"Or that everything I leave unguarded is an invitation for you?" she asked, equally sweetly.
"Exactly." He swallowed and leaned in to kiss her. Simultaneously, Scott's hand detoured back to Lydia's plate, spiriting away a small piece of frittata. He wasn't much for vegetables - they were there for Lydia - but he would ingest them in conjunction with eggs.
She brandished the fork in his direction. "Consider it guarded, now, Summers."
Scott smirked. "Such violence."
"You love it." She smirked right back.
"That really says scary things about me, not good things about you," he pointed out.
"Or is it the other way around?" She narrowed her eyes, speared a potato, and held it out on the end of her fork to him.
Scott eyed her warily for a second, as though gauging her sincerity in her offer of the suspect piece of potato. "Definitely the first one." Finally, he leaned forward towards her offering, eyes locked on hers.
She waggled the fork slightly. "Go ahead. You earned it."
He closed the gap, and slipped the potato into his mouth. Leaning back, he smirked at Lydia while he chewed and swallowed, before finally saying, "Thank you."
"Thank you." She pecked his lips and dug into her breakfast in earnest.
When Lydia woke on Sunday morning, it was with the satisfied, worn-out feeling in her legs that said she'd been well and truly sexed the night before. Scott, however, was already up and gone--which wasn't surprising. She stretched, wandered to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pull back her just-been-fucked hair, then landed back on the bed and went for her phone.
Endless emails and google alerts. Because speedsters were pains in the ass. But much easier to deal with after a nice, long night like that had been.
Scott had always had trouble sleeping in, even when he might have wanted to. This time, though, he was using it to full advantage. He had managed a quick trip to the gym, and a shower, before taking on his morning task. He, Scott Summers, had cooked a meal for Lydia. The tray he was carrying might not aesthetically celebrate the effort he had put into the food, but hopefully the food itself would make up for it. There was a vegetable frittata, sausages, breakfast potatoes, sourdough that he'd searched the pantry for high-and-low as toast, coffee, and juice.
Yes, he was kind of proud of himself.
Carefully, so as not to knock the tray at all, Scott let himself back into Lydia's room. "Hungry, Red?"
Lydia looked up from her phone to answer, mouth already open. Then just paused that way, eyes wide, a smile forming through her surprise. "Oh my god. What is all this?" Asked in a way that said she very, very much liked it.
He shrugged, looking a little awkward, maybe even uncomfortable, at the question. Still, he tried for a smirk when he replied, "Your week is about to suck. Figured you might as well fuel up first."
She smiled. "It's not nearly as suck as I was making it out to be... before you got hold of me last night." She gestured for him to come to the bed.
Scott made his way over, and took a gentle seat on the edge of her bed. "So you were indulging in exaggeration for my benefit?"
"Let's just say this morning brings new perspective with it," she said with a smirk.
His cheeks went a little pink, but his smirk was downright cocky. "Well, hopefully the food doesn't change what good I managed last night." He doubted it would, though. He'd done a lot of good last night. He'd have to give her food poisoning to really undermine it.
Lydia accepted the tray and settled it on her lap, admiring it for a moment. "If it looks as good as it tastes, you're in the clear. I didn't even know you could do this."
"You should thank Jean-Paul. If not for him, you'd have microwaved corn dogs on that plate right now." Scott reached over and stole a piece of potato.
She made a face at him and speared a bit of fritata for herself--grabbing some potato in the bite. When she popped it into her mouth, her eyes closed and she hummed happily.
Scott grinned. "You're welcome."
"Mmm," she swallowed and only then opened her eyes. "You are the best boyfriend. I am now impervious to speedster-drama all day, I think."
"I doubt that," Scott admitted. He smirked just a touch. "If all it took to be immune to Pietro's bullshit was some food, more of our faculty would probably be overweight. But I am glad you like it."
"Sooo much," she assured him, then dove for another bite. "Mmm, well, maybe it's just the thing where Jean-Paul is constantly getting himself torn up or threatened I'm impervious to now... no wait, I'm not. I just feel like it."
"Good. Beaubier would be so upset if you were impervious to him now."
She snorted out a little laugh--and before having coffee, even! Scott was, indeed, a very good boyfriend. After chewing happily and swallowing again, she said, "So true. I keep thinking I'm ready for anything, whatever the next thing is, then the next thing is even more idiotic than I expected..."
"Never underestimate the possibility for idiocy," Scott agreed. He reached out and stole another piece of potato. "Especially when it comes to super-powered teenagers."
She playfully smacked at his arm--though her expression said more about her finding his thievery adorable than anything else. "Didn't you make any for yourself? Just for me?" She smiled sweetly.
"Is it my fault if you left it unguarded in invitation for me?" He replied in kind.
"Or that everything I leave unguarded is an invitation for you?" she asked, equally sweetly.
"Exactly." He swallowed and leaned in to kiss her. Simultaneously, Scott's hand detoured back to Lydia's plate, spiriting away a small piece of frittata. He wasn't much for vegetables - they were there for Lydia - but he would ingest them in conjunction with eggs.
She brandished the fork in his direction. "Consider it guarded, now, Summers."
Scott smirked. "Such violence."
"You love it." She smirked right back.
"That really says scary things about me, not good things about you," he pointed out.
"Or is it the other way around?" She narrowed her eyes, speared a potato, and held it out on the end of her fork to him.
Scott eyed her warily for a second, as though gauging her sincerity in her offer of the suspect piece of potato. "Definitely the first one." Finally, he leaned forward towards her offering, eyes locked on hers.
She waggled the fork slightly. "Go ahead. You earned it."
He closed the gap, and slipped the potato into his mouth. Leaning back, he smirked at Lydia while he chewed and swallowed, before finally saying, "Thank you."
"Thank you." She pecked his lips and dug into her breakfast in earnest.
