Ain't No Mountain High Enough (Freya)

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya had been putting away everything she had used in the bathroom when she heard that all to familiar sexy Irish accent, followed by far to playful pinch. She jumped a little, though she had gotten used to his sneaking around enough that she didn't yelp every time. If she had had anything in her hands, she would have turned and lightly whacked him with it, chuckling softly. "You like startling me to much." Unlike Rory, she had to raise her voice enough that he'd be able to hear her through the closed door.

Smirking a little, and shaking her head, she returned to making sure her pack was ready for the day. She could hear Rory climbing into the shower, and couldn't help the small temptation to go in there again. He hadn't locked the door after all... Freya just sighed, no... She wouldn't do that, no matter how tempting it was.

Instead, she crossed back to the bed she'd claimed the night before and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling blankly. There wasn't must to do around here, after all. And it wasn't like she'd brought anything to entertain herself. So... she started counting ceiling tiles...

[Rory Ashe]

Rory laughed a bit when she yelled through the door. "Only because your so easy to startle, lass." He yelled back at her, already in the shower. Now, Rory normally wasn't one to sing in the shower, but today he was in a particularly good mood and the urge came over him. He started humming a tune first, before the words suddenly came to him.

"Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh... Somethin', somethin', somethin'.
" He sang, the rest of the words slipping from his mind, so he settled for whistling the remaining bit of the song. He couldn't remember why, but he had always known that song, it was singing about war against the English, and the tory it told felt strangely familiar.

After only about ten minutes or so, Rory shut off the shower and stepped out. As he reached for a towel to dry off he realized, he forgot to bring his bag in with him. With a sigh he dried off a little, then wrapped the towel around him and stepped out of the bathroom. His entire upper body was exposed, including the very ornate Celtic tattoo that covered most of his right shoulder and extended down to the middle of his forearm. "Ye know, I just thought of somethin'... Why would two people who work as intelligence for Cain, be in the Himalayas?" He asked curiously, folding his arms and leaning against the bathroom doorway.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya was smiling softly, unable to make out anything he was singing in the bathroom, other then it not being English. It was a little funny, because it was hard to picture him as one to sing in the shower, even for Freya. It did make her laugh though, when she heard the 'something something something', as he was unable to recall the words anymore apparently. It really was funny now. Not only was he singing in the shower, but he couldn't even remember all the words.

She continued counting the ceiling tiles until she heard the bathroom door open. Was he done already? Lazily she glanced over... And froze.

Why was he standing there.... in only a towel...?

Unable to help it, she stared, had he always been that ripped under his shirts...? And that tattoo... She wasn't even aware he was speaking until she heard the questioning tone in his voice. She tried to look away, to bring her jumbled thoughts back in order. What had he said? "Wait, huh?"

[Rory Ashe]

Rory raised a brow slightly when Freya looked at him, and then when he saw the expression on her face. Though, to be more exact it was more of a lack of expression, as if she had completely frozen. If he didn't know any better, that was a lot what he felt like when he saw what she was wearing at the Danger Room. It was probably what he looked like too, except for less beautiful than her.

Then, not even answering his question, she seemed to be just staring at him, if not looking him over as well. When she looked away before she spoke it made Rory raise a brow in confusion again, what was her problem? "The mutants? On the mountain? If their intelligence for Cain, why would they be hiding up here?" He said in a voice as if to say "I just asked you that." He unfolded his arms, putting one on his hip, while the other tussled his wet hair, still leaning against the door frame though.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya wanted to feel at least a little annoyed by this attack from Rory. Did he not know what kind of affect him standing there in only a towel had on her? It was probably the same affect she'd caused to him earlier, only worse. Because, unlike when she'd 'attacked' Rory with her appearance, there most definitely hadn't been that much skin showing. Not to mention she didn't have any sexy tattoos....

It had taken a lot of effort to finally look away, and even then she kept wanting to look back... To get up and go over to him. Great... He'd finally figured out a way to make her go mad over him. "Because no one would be looking up here for them?" It was so hard to think with her thoughts wanting to wander back to him. And the way he spoke didn't help either. He obviously didn't know why she was acting this way.

With a dramatic sigh, she rolled onto her stomach, grabbing one of the pillows and putting it over her head to try and stop the temptation. "God, so distracting!" Her voice was muffled by the pillow, and it probably wouldn't make much sense to Rory until he remembered what he was standing there in...

[Rory Ashe]

There was still a look of confusion on his face. Why wouldn't she look at him, he didn't get it. Was there something on him? Perhaps she just saw something interesting away from him. However, if he had to guess, it was almost as if she was avoiding looking at him on purpose.

"I thought that at first to... but then there's the snitch, who was he?" He scratched his head, thinking. When he glanced at Freya and saw that she still wasn't looking at him, it annoyed him, as if she wasn't taking this seriously. "I think it's a set up, it feels too much like one." He said resolutely, still annoyed that she wouldn't look at him.

Then she rolled over and covered her head with a pillow! That really irritated him, she wasn't even paying attention! What she said next though made Rory pause, the wheels in his head finally beginning turn. He looked down at his towel, then at Freya, he was having the same affect she had on him. Except it looked like he was affecting her worse. A truly devious smile came over his face and he walked over to Freya's bed, crouching down so that he was even with her pillow. "Ye alright sweetheart?" His voiced sounded very concerned, but the smile was still there.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

It was just to blasted hard to think, but what he was saying... and she caught, made sense. Maybe it was a set up. But if it was, then were these people really who Rory and Freya thought they were?If it was a trap, it didn't matter if it was Cain's people. They still needed that information.

Alas... With this sort of distraction, she couldn't concentrate enough to think beyond that. The pillow wasn't helping at all. But at least if she did look in his direction it'd be the back of the pillow she saw instead of him... Only that didn't help. It only made it even harder to control her urges. And he'd done it all unintentionally.... Probably...

When she heard him moving, she held the pillow tighter. Don't look up, don't look up, DON'T LOOK UP! She just telling herself that over and over again. Fight the temptation. She heard his voice right by her head then, and god was it hard not to move the pillow to look at him! Her hands just about did move the pillow before she realized what she was doing. Quickly she squashed the pillow back to her head to 'hide'. He was probably getting a good laugh out of how silly she was being. "You're not going to get me look by being all sexy like that..." Oh, but he just about had. Stupid hands wanting to move on their own....

[Rory Ashe]

Things like this were what Freya did to Rory all the time. The teasing, the temptation, she was an expert at playing this game. Rory had always been the one who was being tempted by the woman though, never the other way around. Mostly because he didn't think he could do this to her, until now.

True, he had tempted her before, mostly without him knowing, and usually oblivious that he was doing it. However, he had never done it to this extent, and now that he knew what he was doing? He couldn't help but grin at the thought.

Unfortunately she didn't seem to want to move the pillow, even though there had been a moment of hesitation as if she might. This annoyed Rory a little, but he would break her resolve sooner or later. "Sexy?!" Rory said a truly shocked, he had never thought that word would be used to describe him. "I have no idea what you're talkin' about lass." He said, resting a hand on her back and slowly running it up and down it.

"I mean, have I done somethin' wrong? I don't even get a good morning kiss?" Again, his voice really did sound concerned, convincingly so. Though, he couldn't hide the devious smile that seemed to be stuck on his face and even though he doubted Freya would fall for it, he had hope that she might.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

This was just pure torture. Forcing herself not to look, Rory not making it any easier. Why did he have to learn how to tempt her like this now of all times? Before now, those times he had tempted her he'd had no clue what he was doing!

She tried to laugh at his comment of her calling him sexy. To her? He was always sexy. Always tempting her in some way. It'd never been to this extent though! She could feel her determination not to look growing weaker and weaker, his hand running along her back not helping in the least.

And then he just had to go there. Sounding just as concerned, but to her, it almost sounded like he was sulking a little, even if she knew he was all doing this to tease her. Those words shattered what was remaining of her will. She pushed the pillow off before she was even aware of what she was doing, sitting up as quickly as possible and pressing her lips hard against his. That was probably the longest she'd ever be able to stop herself in the face of such temptations..

[Rory Ashe]

It seemed as though Rory was not going to be able to break Freya's will. Because the more he talked and touched her the tighter she seemed to hold the pillow down. It was frustrating Rory, he liked winning, and even though Freya resisting him wouldn't be a loss, it wouldn't be a win either. Draws were never fun.

However, just as he was about to give up and return to the shower he saw Freya begin to move the pillow. Rory smirked at first, but before he knew it she had practically tackled him, nearly knocking him off balance and to the floor. She was kissing him much like they had been last night the first time, it was pure passion.

If breaking Freya's resolve ended like this every time, he would definitely be doing it more often. Without even think, his bare arms instinctively wrapped around Freya, and matched Freya's passion in the kiss, but also made it a bit rough for sensation. After several moments he pulled away slightly, "...That worked really well." He said with a sheepish grin.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

It was a shame that he had such an absolute victory such as this, but at the moment Freya couldn't have cared less. Not only was she far to distracted to even realized the absolute victory, but if she had, it really wouldn't have registered until after Rory left so she could get her thoughts back in order.

It was obvious that neither of them seemed to have that much self control when the other was teasing them like this, but Rory didn't get as rough as Freya did at those times. It drove her absolutely mad when she was being tempted, and to a degree such as this, self control had really been thrown out the window.

Freya's arms were wrapped tightly about Rory as they kissed, just as his were. She loved it when they could kiss like this, but it always seemed like something interrupted them at these times. When he pulled away, a look of disappointment touched Freya's expression, but she didn't push it. "Was that good enough for a good morning kiss for you?" She smirked a little, trying to hide that disappointment as she unwrapped one of her arms from around him to lightly touch the tattoo that covered his shoulder and part of his arm.

[Rory Ashe]

Victory was the last thing on Rory's mind right now as well. Sure, as soon as he could he would probably gloat over how Freya had practically melted in his hands. However, right now, though he wouldn't admit it, she was making him melt in hers just as much. He was far to distracted and busy to be concerned or even care about who won or lost right now.

What little Rory had done to make the kiss a bit more rough and fierce, Freya seemed to increase it. As much as Rory tried to be gentle with her, Freya was rough with him, it drove him wild for her. It was as if she knew exactly what he wanted and gave it to him, but added her own spices to it and made it even better. He couldn't imagine anyone being better than Freya.

Rory did notice the slight disappointment from Freya, but he was going to give her more of what she wanted soon enough. "Well, it was good... But ye could have done a little better on yer end." He said with a teasing smirk, "Let's try again!" With that he pulled Freya off the bed slightly and rolled her onto her back, arms wrapped around her, then rested her on his towel covered knee. Then he immediately pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her more fiercly than before.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

It seemed that whatever one of them did, it drove the other wild. Little things like expressions or habits, big things like... well like his only being in a towel or her revealing much of her stomach. It didn't seem possible not to affect them. Even that accent of his left Freya yearning for more. Everything he did was intoxicating.

How strange it was, that there could be so many different ways to kiss someone, without there really being to much of a difference. Emotions were the key ingredient. No matter what you were feeling, even if it didn't seem possible, was readable in the way you kissed someone. Like their first kiss today, Rory had been irritated with her before realizing why she'd been acting so strange, he'd been surprised by her sudden movement. She could feel those emotions in the way he kissed. Just like he had probably felt her lack of control, and impatience. It always seem though, that every time they took a new step in their kissing and feelings for each other, and it didn't seem like it cold ever get better... It always did.

Her sly smile, the one that Rory seemed to love the most, touched her lips when he said she could have done better. It really did seem like this week they would be taking several new steps. She giggled softly as Rory impatiently moved her right where he wanted her to be, his lips harder then they'd ever been against hers. She didn't need to be told twice, if he said she could do better, then she would. Freya was just as rough and fiery as Rory was being. Not just that.... Her body temperature suddenly spiked. It wasn't that feverish temperature like before, it was far beyond that. Her skin was almost to the point of burning.

[Rory Ashe]

As if she couldn't drive him anymore crazy right now, she had to give him that smile. He was truly going wild for her now, losing all self control completely. Freya had tempted him before like this, but never to this extent, and they had never been alone for this long so it increased the passion that much more. It was completely obvious that she had lost all control as well, which begged the question, how far would they go? They were taking several new steps in just a couple days, so where would it end?

Right now, that wasn't the thought on his mind though, Freya was the only thing he was thinking about and the only thing that was in the room from his perspective. With the one arm around her back, holding her up, his other hand was free, which he rested on Freya's waist, barely sliding it under the edge of her shirt. He hadn't put it there on purpose, it just seemed to sit there naturally.

Then suddenly the kiss started to get much hotter, the passion between the two getting almost risque. Then suddenly, Rory realized it wasn't just the kiss that was getting hot, it was his hand on her waist too. In fact, she literally was getting hot! Her body hadn't gotten hot enough to hurt Rory, yet, but with how quickly it spike in temperature it made Rory jump in shock slightly. He broke the kiss and lifted his hand off of her, but was still holding her up with his other arm, "...What was that?" Rory asked with a confused expression, he wasn't angry, he had just never felt her get that hot before.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya didn't realize what was happening. She didn't know that during these times of heightened emotion her skin started to grow hotter and hotter. Or... she didn't remember. She had been warned once. Her mother had spoken with the girl when she was little. Telling her to always be careful when she fell in love with someone. That if things got out of control, she might hurt the one she loved. She might burn them. Her mother had scared the girl into always watching her body temperature.... These moments though, she couldn't remember those warnings...

Only when Rory jumped and pulled back did realization hit. The confusion on his face, it brought her back to her senses. Oh God, she could have hurt him if he hadn't pulled back right then! Her own expression was completely shocked as she looked down at her hands. They were a bright red then normal. She quickly brought her temperature back down, the red coloring leaving her skin. "Oh my God.... I'm sorry...." If they'd continued any farther... She really would have hurt him! "I... couldn't control it from happening..." That was the thing about powers sometimes. You could spend years upon years learning to control them, but there would always be one thing to cause an involuntary reaction. And with Freya... It seemed passion was that trigger.