But I Wanted That!

[Elizabeth Edison]

She perked up when he mentioned he was a marksman. A skilled one from the sound of it. A small smile turned into a sly smirk when he made an innuendo.

Raising an eyebrow, she let her eyes roam down. "Mm...looks like it." She said before looking back up at his face. "You really should show me some time." It really worked both ways. Frankly, she would be even more excited if she got to see his actual rifle.

"Wouldn't mind a demo either."

[Taylor McCarthy]

For a moment Taylor actually had to stare at this woman with the thought that this had to be some sort of joke. He was no slouch with the ladies and he'd taken his share of them to bed but never had one who looked like this made it so clear what she was after, double entendres and innuendo aside.

"Well, maybe one of these days I'll take you to the range." He said. The slight pause in the conversation was followed by a short reply. "But you know, Liz." Taylor lifted the bottle to his lips and killed off the rest of the beer inside. "I'm starting to think you aren't just interested in my choice of beer."

[Elizabeth Edison]

When Taylor stared, Elizabeth was drunk enough not to be embarrassed. She did, however, finish her beer in that time before grabbing another in time for the other mutant to express his curiosity.

She pursed her lips and chuckled inaudibly.

"Yeah?" She smirked, twisting the cap off. She adjusted her seating arrangement and raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is that, Taylor?"

[Taylor McCarthy]

"I don't know." Taylor said coyly with a faint shrug of his shoulders. He reached forward and placed his empty beer bottle on Liz's coffee table before settling back into the couch and exhaling slowly. He turned, shifting his attention fully to Liz, pausing while she took care of cracking open another beer and taking a drink.

"Here I thought you were some big music star." A hint of playfulness touched his voice then as he watched Liz with a sly smirk on his face. "I didn't think you types were so shy and nervous." His eyes flashed with no small amount of mischievousness. "I thought you just went and took whatever you wanted."

[Elizabeth Edison]

His moves were deliberate, that much Elizabeth was certain of. The words and the smirk coming from him did nothing but fuel that thought.

"What exactly about me so far has been shy and nervous?" She asked, her eyebrow still raised. The buzz was slowly kicking in as she got up to her knees and crossed the already small divide between her and the former football player.

"I always thought guys made the first move." She took her time crossing over Taylor before settling on his lap, her hands pressing against his shoulders as she looked down at him. "But is that only true for things you wanted?" She looked at him with a smirk. "Am I to believe that you don't want me, McCarthy?"

[Taylor McCarthy]

"I wouldn't say 'shy', per se." Taylor replied as his eyes watched the blonde woman as she drew ever closer. The words escaped her lips with a sultry, almost innocently seductive air to them leaving little doubt as to what Liz's ultimate intent was. Taylor didn't mind the closeness and when she slipped into his lap his hands instinctively went to settle upon her hips, welcoming the gesture. He let out a small chuckle at her playful inquiry. While Taylor hadn't set out with the intent on going home with a former classmate of his from the Academy, Liz wouldn't see a trace of hesitation, doubt or reservation in his eyes.

"Don't you go putting words in my mouth." He said, matching Liz's smirk with one of his own. Fingertips ran lightly up her arm, then to her shoulder where Taylor would cup the back of Liz's neck while leaning forward to close the ever shrinking gap between them. There were no words in his answer, only action as he went to press his lips hungrily to hers.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth hummed her response as her smirk deepened. She had only just recently gotten to experience sex with a guy and suffice it to say, she was pretty eager to try it again. And again. And Taylor right now just seemed ripe for the picking. She wouldn't call them easy but boy it wasn't difficult to feel the urge to start kissing him.

His hands were going places she was now sure were her sensitive spots and before she could come up with a smart quip, Taylor's lips were on hers and she reciprocated just as passionately.

Her hands made its way down to his chest, then to the hem of his shirt before she slid them in, her body slowly growing heated with every passing second.

[Taylor McCarthy]

It wasn't until mid-morning when Taylor stirred again. He and Liz had ended up in her bed but at some point throughout the night their extended encounter had gone rogue. Shortly after they'd left the couch the liquor really started to pour. Taylor, for one, didn't have a clue how much they had ended up drinking. He was Irish and in the military which, he thought, pushed his alcohol tolerance up to legendary status and here was this girl who looked, at first glance, to be so unassuming matching him drink for drink. He managed to keep up, though, and that, coupled with the two's heated, passionate moments, resulted in Taylor slowly coming to beneath the soft glow of the sun peeking in through the windows of Liz's apartment and becoming aware that they were both laying on the floor in the doorway of her bedroom.

With a low grunt Taylor's eyes fluttered open before he winced against the glare of the sun. He didn't bother to take in the scattered clothes, pillows and blankets that were strewn about the room around them, rather he lowered his gaze to the warmth that was wrapped around him. A thin smirk touched his lips. At least he knew he hadn't dreamt any of his memories from the night before. He glanced up to the ceiling then to either side. He pondered for a moment how they'd ended up on the floor but at least they'd had the presence of mind to yank one of the blankets off the bed to cover themselves up with.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth woke up to a low grunt coming from her side and she stretched before opening her eyes, seeing Taylor's back. A smile came to her face as she pulled up, her hand reaching out to slide against the back of his head.

"Mornin'." She pressed her lips against the back of his shoulder before getting up, letting the blanket fall off her as she went to the bathroom. She went through her morning routine and then dressed herself in an oversized tee that barely covered her thighs.

"Breakfast?" She asked, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom.

[Taylor McCarthy]

There was a beautiful simplicity to how the night had gone. There were no complications, no being insulted (or slapped), no expectations. It was simply a matter of two people coming together (more than once) and enjoying a few hours of carnal excess. He cast a short glance over his shoulder as the blonde started stirring before giving her a smile, watching as she slunk off into the bathroom before following suit and getting to his feet.

"That'd be great, luv." Taylor said with a nod. He'd pulled his pants on and wandered out into the living room. The Irishman had been understandably distracted the night before and hadn't gotten the chance to fully take in, exactly where it was Liz lived. He leaned to one side, pushing aside the blinds that were keeping the sun's rays from flooding the living room and peered out at the city beneath them. "That's quite a view." He commented idly. "That music gig must be working out for you."

[Elizabeth Edison]

There was a crick in her neck and shoulder that a good rub would help but she settled for stretching and shoulder rolling as she walked over to the kitchen. She wasn't a slouch in the kitchen, having grown up with a housewife who dedicated her life to feeding eight other people besides herself. It was the only thing that the Edison matriarch managed to pass down to her only daughter.

That wasn't to say she was a master chef in training but she knew what to do with a knife and seasoning.

A smirk came to her face when she heard Taylor's words. "It pays the bills." She responded as she grabbed ingredients out of the fridge she thankfully got yesterday.

"Pancakes or waffles?" She called out over her shoulder as she peeled out bacon strips to fry.

[Taylor McCarthy]

"Apparently." Taylor pulled away from the window and turned his eyes back to the blonde in the kitchen. He watched her a moment while she moved about, pulling the needed ingredients and the like from the cupboards and shook his head. This was starting to turn into a story he would have to tell. Forget the fact that Liz obviously made far more money than most given her almost lavish apartment, but after a sordid night here she was making him breakfast, of all things. He was tempted to go looking for hidden cameras at this point.

"I get a choice now? Why not both?" He said with a smirk as he wandered into the kitchen. He leaned against the nearest wall and tucked his hands into his pants pockets. "Seems to be a classic case of a local girl done good." He mused, watching Liz move about the kitchen. "If you're doing so well, what brought you back to Kalispell?"

[Elizabeth Edison]

She hummed her acknowledgement to his response as she whisked some of the wet ingredients. His next answer had her grinning as she flicked the switch for her waffle maker and took out the pan for the bacon and pancakes.

Turning with a smirk at his remark, Elizabeth shrugged and turned back to the task at hand. "You did say a classic case. The answer to that should be obvious. A boy." She dropped a few pats of butter into the pan and smiled at the satisfying sizzle before pouring a dollop of the mixture before breaking pieces of chocolate and letting it cook.

She went over to the fridge and got the bottle of orange juice out and set it on the counter behind her before grabbing two glasses, sliding it down to sit by the bottle. "Help yourself."

When the waffle maker dinged, Elizabeth poured more of the mixture into the waffle maker and went back to the pancake. "And no, I'm not running to one. I'm actually trying to escape him."

[Taylor McCarthy]

And the plot was beginning to thicken. Taylor quirked a brow, watching as Liz went about her business in the kitchen. He paused a moment to take everything in, and let the fog in his mind clear a bit more. He wasn't quite sure what to make of this new information, and that she so freely admitted she was running from some guy should have been looked upon as a serious red flag that he was getting into some things he'd more than likely prefer avoiding. Unfortunately, no one had ever accused Taylor of being the brightest knife in the cupboard. Especially when it came to a pretty face.

"Is that so?" He said, a brow quirking curiously. Immediately he started thinking of the reasons why a girl like Liz would be trying to escape a guy. Usually when those words were used it was bad news. "Should I be on the lookout for this guy?" Taylor asked with a light chuckle. He really didn't fear anyone these days, though he wasn't in the mindset of getting into a fight or anything. "You don't have some six foot six, 'roided out bodybuilder ex boyfriend running around out there, do you?"

[Elizabeth Edison]

If there was anything anyone knew about Elizabeth, it was that she was an open book. What you saw was what you got. She didn't like bottling things up and letting things fester so the more she spoke, the less she held in. It didn't occur to her that Taylor had his own interpretation of her words until he mentioned a 'roided out bodybuilder'.

Briefly, she turned to look at him like he was crazy before it dawned on her that he just alluded that he thought Beau was a monster. A snort and loud laughter later, Elizabeth wiped at the corner of her eyes as she composed herself so she could answer his question.

"Oh jeez no. He's barely an inch taller than me." She snorted again before plating the first pancake and starting another one. "No no. Uh...we were a duo before we split. So I'm trying to distance myself from him. Kind of hard since he's on the radio all the damn time. Thankfully, he hasn't reached here so I guess I'm safe."

The waffle maker dinged again and Elizabeth tended to that, making another batch before getting out the maple syrup and butter from the fridge. It was taking too long to get things cooked so instead of waiting for the pancake to cook, she put in the bacon and fried it up along with the pancake.

"And you? Escaping any Barbie waifs with legs for days?"