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Featuring: [color=ff83fa][b]Ana Sofia “I WILL KILL HER” Ravassa[/b][/color] and [color=35bcf2][b]Søren “Kill who!?” Matthews[/b][/color]
Location: The Residential Quarters of Xavier’s School[/color][/sup][/center]
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[indent][indent]The halls of Xavier’s Institute were mercifully empty, save the few stragglers who were late to class for whatever reason or the ones who were pulled out of class for a far more specific reason. The emptiness of the halls was noted particularly in the residential wing of the mansion where the students lived and slept. Class was in full swing, the hired help educating their young and impressionable minds with history and math and a reinforced understanding that despite what they might have heard in their life that they were no different than anyone else. As some of the senior staff went on their quest of rounding up individuals, they would be wise to notice that missing from their current class were two specific people.

It was good, then, that the hallways were devoid of student life and eavesdroppers, because the school’s most notorious and enviable ‘Power Couple’ had the residential wing to themselves; and if there was one thing to note about the Power Couple, it was that they had a tendency to get rather...loud when they were together. 

Today was no exception.

[color=ff83fa][b]”WHO IS SHE?”[/b][/color] The spicy voice of the telempathic Cuban-American carried weight even when she wasn’t shouting and pointing a finger at her man, but when she [i]was[/i] shouting in anger, as she was presently, it was like being scolded by your mother for stealing a cookie or failing a test. [color=ff83fa][b]”I KNOW YOUR TONGUE AIN’T BROKE, [i]CHINGAO[/i], IT’S OBVIOUSLY BEEN IN THE MOUTH OF SOME OTHER [I]PUTA[/I]. WHO?”[/b][/color] 

He wasn’t even sure what he’d done. Not even thirty seconds ago, things had been going just fine, or at least the way they both wanted them to go. She’d been on his lap and everything had been fine and then something happened, and now she was pissed. Søren folded his arms as he glared up at her from his spot on the bed, [color=35bcf2][b]“what are you [i]even[/i] talking about?! I don’t kiss anyone but you!”[/b][/color] Why was he always the bad guy!? Normally, he’d just let her scream and yell and attribute it to the crazy Latina blood in her. Usually, when this happened, she was back to being happy and affectionate within an hour or so. For some reason though, Søren was irate now. [color=35bcf2][b]“Did you read my goddamn mind again or somethin’!?”[/b][/color] He demanded, and now he was the one pointing at her.

Who did he think he was trying to turn this back on her? She didn’t do anything other than try and have some alone time with her boyfriend and this was the thanks she got? A disinterested make out and no life from his lap? What else was she supposed to think other than that he wanted a different girl instead of the perfection that had been his for years. [color=ff83fa][b]”I don’t read minds, idiot! I’m not that kind of telepath! You’d know that if you cared about me at all! What, am I not [i]good[/i] enough for you? You couldn’t get it up last night so I gave you the benefit of the doubt, maybe you were tired, but you know what? I’M TIRED. Tired of your lyin’ ass sleepin’ around with some other bitch. WHO IS SHE?”[/b][/color] 

[color=35bcf2][b]“There isn’t anyone else!”[/b][/color] He was getting yelled at for not being able to get it up?! That was just plain untrue. Søren ran a hand through his short hair and considered his options. There… weren’t many. He thought about staying silent, but instead shook his head and doubled down. [color=35bcf2][b]“Of course you’re good enough for me! You’re my —”[/b][/color] Søren stopped talking and he glanced behind his lover, toward the door where a very awkward looking Kitty Pryde’s head was poked in.

[color=9b3ec9][b]“So…. is this a bad time?”[/b][/color] She asked, looking between the two. Huh, maybe Jubilee was right. Perhaps knocking [i]was[/i] a good life skill…

Ana Sofia hadn’t noticed the head in the door until its owner spoke, giving her a bit of a startled fright. Ana Sofia knew that Kitty was on the senior staff and basically had the run of the place given her exploits and all, but that didn’t mean she approved of a teacher invading on private matters like that. [color=ff83fa][b]”Yeah. It is.”[/b][/color] Ana Sofia made sure to emphasize the point with head gestures on each word levied solely at Søren. [color=ff83fa][b]”But maybe you can back me up. What would you think if your boyfriend was thinking about some other girl when you’re tryin’ to be intimate with him? You’d be mad, right?”[/b][/color] A female perspective would certainly drive home Ana Sofia’s point that Søren was one hundred percent in the wrong here and that she wasn’t at all over-reacting. 

As Ana spoke, Kitty opted to ignore it being a bad time, and instead step into the room all the way. But, oh geeze. This was not really what Kitty signed up for when she agreed to run off and fetch people, though she supposed she [i]did[/i] pick this pair. [color=9b3ec9][b]“Uhm… well. I’d be mad, yes. Who wouldn’t be?”[/b][/color] She furrowed her brow and turned her attention to Søren, looking down on him. Under her gaze, Søren even squirmed some, shuffling in his seat. [color=9b3ec9][b]“What the hell, man?”[/b][/color]

[color=35bcf2][b]“What are you even doing here?!”[/b][/color] Søren demanded, stepping up from his seat on the bed. He felt a little cornered, and that was his response: make himself look bigger. They were like animals, they could smell his fear. [color=35bcf2][b]“Shouldn’t you be teaching, or something?”[/b][/color] He was getting tag teamed by his girlfriend and his mentor, and it wasn’t very fun. He didn’t even do anything wrong! He wasn’t even [i]thinking[/i] about another girl! Though, if he had been, the only two girls he thought about were now in the room with him. This situation was a lot more awkward than he thought it was…

[color=9b3ec9][b]“Look, Scott wants you guys in the courtyard, okay? I’m gonna go now. You have five minutes to kiss and make up then you need to head that direction.”[/b][/color]

For Ana Sofia, Kitty’s response only meant one thing: vindication. Her smile was wide and the hands crossing her chest were a victory lap around the ‘I told you so’ track. Kitty agreed and that made all the difference. Søren’s attempt at a power move didn’t phase Ana Sofia, who was not a stranger to getting up in Søren’s face despite him being taller than she was; this was no exception as her index finger was prodding him in his chest. [color=ff83fa][b]”See? Kitty agrees with me, now why can’t you be honest with me? Am I not good enough for you, is that it?”[/b][/color] 

Søren looked down at her as she poked at his chest, sighing. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong yet, and here he was. This happened almost every other time, he swore… He looked past Ana and toward Kitty, giving her a brief nod and waving his hand to tell her to shoo. Kitty rolled her eyes, but she ultimately obliged, backing through the wall the same way she’d come in. Søren then focused his attention on Ana Sofa, unfurling his arms at his chest.

His arms draped around her waist and he leaned forward, far enough down that their foreheads rested against one another. [color=35bcf2][b]“Ana… I don’t know [i]what[/i] you felt, but I promise you, I [i]promise[/i] you, that you are more than good enough for me, and you’re the only girl I do this to.”[/b][/color] And with that, Søren pressed his lips against hers in a warm, passionate kiss.

Ana Sofia might not have been able to read minds, but even if she could she wouldn’t have to to know the truth in Søren’s words and actions. The finger poking his chest became a palm resting against it as the kiss broke but their distance was still close, with his forehead resting down against her head. [color=ff83fa][b]”I’d better be…”[/b][/color] Ana Sofia purred before trailing her palm up from Søren’s chest to behind his neck, pulling him back in for another warm embrace. 

They might not have been fully intimate as Ana Sofia was so upset about, but they hoped Scott could wait; they were going to need more than five minutes.

Or, at least she wanted him to wait. Søren gently pulled back from Ana and shook his head. [color=35bcf2][b]“We have to go. It’s probably… important, if Scott is sending people to rooms to get us.”[/b][/color] He said, putting a hand over the one she had resting on his chest. She was calm now, and that was a job well done by Søren’s standards. [color=35bcf2][b]“What if it can’t wait?"[/b][/color]

[color=ff83fa][b]”The school isn’t on fire and neither is the world.”[/b][/color] Ana Sofia protested, her voice down to the normal, albeit flirtatious, tone that served as the ‘all clear’ signal. She was pushing against his chest, wanting to back him towards the bed. [color=ff83fa][b]”What’s more important? Your girlfriend or a teacher? Trust me. Whatever it is they want, they can wait for ten minutes.”[/b][/color] Ana Sofia leaned in to give Søren another deep kiss, the aggression from earlier distilled to a somewhat aggressive moment of intimacy. [color=ff83fa][b]”Or twenty…”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]