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JUST LUCKY I GUESS 2/?
She had managed to get excellent seats, so although the theater
was packed they had a clear view of the stage. He really wished that she
hadn't gone to all the effort. He could sense the people behind him
craning to get a better view, and he sighed, desperately wishing he could
oblige them by leaving. He looked hopefully at the woman beside him,
thinking she would be as disgusted as he, but she clearly was enraptured
with the performance. He sighed again and settled deeper into his seat,
fidgeting. To top it all off, the seats obviously weren't designed for
a man of his size. 'I bet Dom's having a good time,' he
thought enviously, picturing himself blissfully absorbing the New York
Philharmonic's Evening of Vivaldi instead of this mockery. 'I can't wait
to tell her about this...' He looked at the woman beside him and ammended
that thought 'Maybe I won't tell her all about it...'
Ororo turned to him "Is this not a marvelous
performance, Nathan?" She smiled at him, and he suddenly remembered why he
had consented to come tonight. She truly was lovely, and he did enjoy her
company. She turned her attention back to the stage, and he breathed a
small sigh of relief. He didn't want her to know how terribly bored he
was. He stared blankly at the stage, and waited for the night to end.
A short eternity later, thunderous noise filled the air. He
jumped slightly, startled. He looked up, and the entire audience was
standing, applauding. Ororo frowned at him slightly, and he guiltily stood
up and joined with half-hearted applause. 'Some battle reflexes you have,
Nate,' he thought wryly 'At least this means we're going home'.
Two and a half hours later, after attending a reception honoring
the artist that Ororo had so kindly gotten them tickets to, he actually
got home. He said goodnight as quickly as he could without seeming
rude, and went straight to his room.He almost stopped by Domino's room to
ask about her evening, but he didn't want her to see him dressed up and
coming in this late. Besides, her light was off and his head was
pounding, and all he could think of was the blessed escape of sleep. When
he got to his room, he quickly stripped his suit off and grabbed a
comfortable pair of workout shorts as he slid into the quiet covers.
An hour later he still lay there. Sighing, he climbed out of the
covers , and levitating upside down above the bed he began to meditate.
Slowly, the tension receded and he felt himself begin to relax. After a
quick scan of the grounds to verify the seeming quiet of the night, he
lowered his psionic shields and allowed his mind to rest as free as it
could without releasing the technological disease that ran through his
body. He breathed out slowly, at peace for the first time that evening.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt an incredibly erotic violet
force pulse through his mind and body. He plummeted to the bed, all
concentration lost. He grasped the sheets, trying to regin control of
his body. He moaned, writhing to the rythym of the silent sensation. It
peaked at a dangerous indigo, then sharply subsided.
Nathan gasped with release, then lay still. After putting himself
back together, both literally and figuratively, he psionically examined
himself to find traces of the surge. The intense violet hadn't
completely left him, only reverted back to the familiar lavender
tendril now humming contentedly in a corner of his mind. His eyes opened
wide. The small purple glow emanated from the psi-link he shared with his
partner, his best friend, his... "Domino," he whispered weakly, then lay
back into the covers, exhausted.
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