17677/Unexpected Electricity

Unexpected Electricity
Date of Scene:	17 April 2024
Location:	Roof - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	Tim is having a moment to himself and M'gann appears with just what was needed to cheer him up. They greeted each other single and left dating.
Cast of Characters:	M'gann M'orzz, Tim Drake

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M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Evening in Gotham is always a risky prospect. Many times the rain is enough to keep people away, other times the mist and fog helps to hide the criminal activities that happen on a daily basis. Tonight is unusually clear, only a few thin clouds hanging in the sky, with a large yellow moon hanging low over the city, casting it's sickly light onto the rooftops and streets.

At the Roost is no different, making for more difficult rooftop brooding as most of the roof is awash in the amber light... but not impossible. There are still shadows being cast across the roof from various sources, leaving stretches of darkness that make for excellent brooding.

M'gann is inside the Roost, making use of the kitchen to bake cookies, making coffee. She's aware of where everyone is in the Roost, who is in the Roost, where they are... and a general sense of how they're feeling. Not invasively, but just a general idea of their overall state of mind. And she can tell when one of the Bat People is brooding.

Tonight is Tim's turn (it usually is, he owns the building), so cookies and coffee it is! She doesn't drink it herself, but she knows how to make it to Tim's specifications. The timer dings on the cookies and she uses her telekinesis to get everything ready. Cookies onto a plate still piping hot and steaming. Coffee into a thermos to keep it nice and hot. And she phases out through the wall of the Roost, rising up slowly through the air to not surprise him. "Tim? I brought you some snacks.. I know it's warmer out, but I thought you might appreciate some coffee and cookies?" As she draws closer, he'll be able to smell the strong brew of the coffee, the fresh baked scent of the cookies. Chocolate chunk, the soft kind!

Tim Drake has posed:
Sitting on the ledge of the roof, Tim is reading a book.

No, really. He's reading a book. A simple one, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, particularly the Hounds of Baskerville. He always enjoyed the novels of Sherlock Holmes, often times the little details providing inspiration to Tim's research, work ethic, and even a practical reminder of an intellectual morality. Though as he's flipping a page, licking his thumb before he did so, he finds the scent of piping hot cookies filling his nose. "Hm."

M'gann didn't even have to make a sound. He knows exactly who makes cookies like that. "My turn, M'gann?" Tim asks her, turning his head ever so slightly to see the Martian as she floats there in the air, a warm smile on his face as she draws near. Her beauty has always been something to behold, not jus the external, but the internal. He doesn't see Laura offering people cookies anytime soon.

"Thanks, M'gann." He smiles at her kindly, sniffing the air for the brew. "You're spoiling me today. Honestly, it's been a killer week. I ought to hug you." He teases her playfully. He closes his book, and pats the spot next to him.

"Would you like to join me? It's a great day to just sit and eat cookies."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Turn? I suppose it is, I thought you felt a little.. stressed. Cookies seem to be a favorite for you, and I know that coffee is important to you," M'gann offers a warm smile towards him, floating in closer until she can set down the plate and thermos between them. Settling onto the rooftop, she glances at the book he's reading and chuckles, "Sherlock Holmes, and a classic story at that. Somehow, I'm not surprised." Seated in a cross-legged style, hands in her lap, she leans forward a little and cants her head.

"You're welcome. And I consider this to be perfectly acceptable self-care for the busy young professional on the go," M'gann chuckles a little and leans in to nudge his shoulder with hers, "I am here if you wish for hugs. But I will not invade your personal space without invitation. I know you prize your privacy."

Her smiles softs a few degrees as she gives a small nod, "I'd be happy to. Care to share what's been so 'killer' about this week? I know I've been preparing for finals, that has been rather stressful. But otherwise, I would say that it's been a very good week. For me, at least."

Tim Drake has posed:
"I have been, lately. Scarecrow's coming up with new and worse fear toxin samples. So I'm trying to get that taken care of and...a few more things happening in Gotham right now." Tim sighs, the plate of cookies and the thermos set between them, but he doesn't say anything or do anything about them just yet, until he looks at M'gann for a minute. There's a softness in his eyes that M'gann can feel, it's as though barely restrained affection covered by the mask of stoicism - Batman's training, no doubt. "Thank you for this, M'gann."

Then she's leaning over to bump his shoulder, the sentence she speaks making him laugh. Though as she suggests that she's there if he wishes for hugs?

He moves like lightning, pulling M'gann into his arms. One around her waist, the other around her mid-back as he just tries to holds her tightly. Tim has been *very* stressed, and that inch of permission lets him unleash everything he had been feeling in one, simple contact.

His breathing is slow, yet there's something about this hug - if it's allowed to happen at all - that nearly feels intimate.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
The hug takes her by surprise for certain. She'd intended it as a tease, a light joke about the Bat FOlk needing their space. But his arms around banded around her and he's holding tight. The surprise fades quickly, her features softening once more as she leans into the hug and returns it. Her arms lift at the elbows, hands gripping lightly at his forearm where it bands around her. Leaning in towards him and resting her forehead against his as she lingers in the mebrace with him.

The longer he holds on, the more she.. shifts. Subtle, but the changes occur gradually, until she's pressed in against him, facing him, her arms wrapped around his waist. Holding onto him and letting him get it all out. It isn't until the hug starts to pull back that she smiles at him again.

"That was unexpected. But nice. You know that I'm here for you. Whatever you need, if I can help in any way, all you have to do is say the word." M'gann keeps that soft, warm smile, the surprise and affection both lingering in her eyes, trying to see if there's something she can help with... or if he just needed a moment to... not be Red Robin.

M'gann can understand that. There's a reason she has secret identities. It's one of the most freeing experiences, not feeling the weight of expectation or history on her shoulders. She can imagine that he might have the same need.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim holds M'gann tight and he doesn't easily let go. Though he feels her leaning in against him, his arms wrapped around him, his forehead pressed into hers as well as the bridges of their noses as they just take that moment to connect. A connection does form indeed, at least from Tim's side of things, after he shifts but a moment to be closer, a slow breath leaves his lungs as his eyes open once again, looking at her a moment. He pulls away, but not by much.

"I konw that you're always here for me, M'gann. You've always been there. Out of everyone I know...there's not many I trust more than you." Tim admits in that moment, seeing that warmth of her smile, that surprise in her eyes. For a moment, he just looks at her. "I apologize if this is unwelcome but....I really should have done this so much sooner."

And if she allows?

He'll lean in, trying to press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"I do try to be supportive, and you - ..unwelcome? I don'-.."

The kiss is even more surprising than the hug, though the surprise lasts less time, her brows lowering back to a more relaxed state as she leans into the kiss. Even though she has hands at his waist, there's another pair that come up to cup his face gently, pulling him in closer as she returns the kiss. And she's in no hurry to end it either, lingering in the kiss as long as he wants it.

The hands at his jaw start to slide back around to circle around his neck, drawing him in closer to her, then finally breaking away suddenly with a blush and a clearing of her throat. "I'm.. I'm sorry, that was.. very nice. Ane I... went too far." Ruddy cheeks, her eyes dropping to the side as she murmurs, "I understand that was.. inappropriate of me. I'm so sorry."

Tim Drake has posed:
Lips touch-

Electricity burts to life between them. Tim's eyes stay closed and relaxed as he opens his heart to M'gann. He feels her hands on his waist, he feels how she presses back into the kiss with just as much eagerness as his own. He is aware of her shapeshifting and anatomical manipulation of her species, so it does not surprise him when he feels a second pair of hands combing onto his face and around his neck, drawing him closer to her.

Gods, he doesn't want it to end.

His lips gently part in invitation, his own hands feeling the power of her back, feeling hte gentle arch of her, even as he presses altogether closer with no mind at all to the cookies or thermos between them...

Only for hte kiss to suddenly break as M'gann starts to apologize to him profusely. Tim looks at her for a moment, his hand lifting from her back to cup her cheek to have her face back towards him as he leans in again to kiss her with /passion/, if she allows.

It's heated. Steamy. Hungry, even. Her apology is nearly swallowed by his lips. But, if this contact is permitted, the kiss itself is much briefer than that moment they had just shared, pulling away slowly to look at her eyes.

"Be my girlfriend. Please." He asks her. "And never apologize to me again."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Her face turns back towards him at his guidance, her brows lifting into a questioning look towards him. Her eyes widen suddenly when he's leaning in to kiss her again, this time far more passionately.

Her lips move across his, parting, drawing him in deeper, closer. Pressing in close against him, cookies and coffee bedamned. The thermos hits the rooftop as she plate skitters backwards, cookies tumbling. Sliding in closer, thigh to thigh, M'gann kisses him back, equally passionate.

She can feel the thump of his heartbeat, the hitch of his breath, the touch of his hands as they move across her. Brief it may be, but that kiss says so uch more than either of them could have spoken. The kiss ends and both are left staring at the other.

Her lips curve up into a smile, one that grows brilliant as she gives a nod, "Yes. Okay. I'll be your girlfriend." Pausing, she chuckles, then adds, "But I can't promise I won't ever apologize. I may not be human, but I still make mistakes." Leaning in, she kisses him once more, swiftly but fiercely.

"Now.. coffee and cookies?"

Tim Drake has posed:
What a kiss....

The had moved against each other, thigh to thigh, holding one another in so perfect a contact. The kiss was deeper, warmer, *closer*. He holds her so tightly that it might be questionable to know where one of them ends and another begins, oxygen finding no place between them. He can feel the warmth of her breath, the thrumming of her heartbeat...it was perfect. He doesn't care at all about the thermos and the cookies in that moment, instead staying in that kiss for as long as it lasts....

And when they finally pull away from one another? Tim is staring deep into M'gann's eyes, a smile curving onto his features. "Nice." He expresses his joy dorkily, but it's joy all the same. "I can live with that." He remarks about her promise, and he gladly kisses her one more time, matching her ferocity, until they break ever so gently.

"Coffee and cookies."