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cyclopticblastsIt was about a two hour drive from the Westchester to the Hamptons, so they left well before dawn to be able to make the most of the two days and two nights they would be away. Warren assured them he would have it all in hand, and with no immediate impending doom (that they knew of, because contrary to rumours, they weren't in constant combat 24/7 and did actually take time off now and again to do things like date, fall in love, and relax), they headed off to the Worthington holiday house. They could have just gotten a hotel, but Warren's many pieces of property around the world were all super tight security and this particular beach house had direct satellite linking to the X-Mansion. They could be called on in case of any major dramas.
They pulled up in the drive and Scott got out of the car, stretching a little as he analysed the home appreciatively and stretched out his muscles before rounding the car to open the door for Emma. He had been trying to find a small window of opportunity to get her away from having his finger on the pulse at the school, so he had jumped at it as soon as he spotted the chance. Plus, he had been surprised when she agreed and didn't - as per a typical workaholic - have X, Y, Z of excuses why they couldn't get away (usually something along the lines of not being able to trust anyone not to blow the place up or set each other on fire and ruin her expensive couture drapes in her office).
He pushed his glasses up onto his head and closed his eyes when he pulled her in for a kiss. They flicked back down in place when it ended and he flashed her a mischievous grin. "I think sex on the beach is most definitely on the menu."
They pulled up in the drive and Scott got out of the car, stretching a little as he analysed the home appreciatively and stretched out his muscles before rounding the car to open the door for Emma. He had been trying to find a small window of opportunity to get her away from having his finger on the pulse at the school, so he had jumped at it as soon as he spotted the chance. Plus, he had been surprised when she agreed and didn't - as per a typical workaholic - have X, Y, Z of excuses why they couldn't get away (usually something along the lines of not being able to trust anyone not to blow the place up or set each other on fire and ruin her expensive couture drapes in her office).
He pushed his glasses up onto his head and closed his eyes when he pulled her in for a kiss. They flicked back down in place when it ended and he flashed her a mischievous grin. "I think sex on the beach is most definitely on the menu."
