18016/Too Cute For Words

Too Cute For Words
Date of Scene:	21 May 2024
Location:	Megan Morse's Apartment
Synopsis:	M'gann cooks dinner for Jon, they decide to take their relationship to the next level!
Cast of Characters:	M'gann M'orzz, Jon Kent

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M'gann M'orzz has posed:
It's Date Night!

Jon will be coming over soon for dinner and a movie, but rather than stress either of their wallets and try to go out, M'gann is going to surprise him with a home-cooked meal and handmade dessert. She's spent the last several hours slow-cooking a pot roast and is to the point of thickening up the 'gravy' in the crockpot. The scent of fork-tender pot roast with its accompanying vegetables permeates the apartment. There's fresh-baked bread cooling on a rack to go with it, and the baked potatoes are just about ready to come out of the oven! And to surprise him further, there's an apple pie chilling in the fridge that's ready to go into the oven as soon as dinner is served, and some vanilla bean ice cream in the freezer.

Because it's a stay-in date, she's dressed a little more casually. A soft fitted top with a slight v-neck in white, a pair of hip-hugging jeans, and her house slippers. Her auburn hair is up in a ponytail with the shorter locks up front wisping around her face as she carefully stirs the gravy to the perfect consistency.

Finally pleased with the results, she turns and uses her telekinesis to slide the bread over on the cooling rack while she pulls the potatoes from the oven and carefully lifts them onto the rack so they aren't too hot to the touch. The table gets set with two places in the dining area the connects kitchen to living room, the floor to ceiling windows giving an excellent view of the city while she sets out all the little accoutrements for the dinner... butter, sour cream, shredded cheddar, crispy chopped bacon that was cooked this morning. And as a final touch, there's some soft music playing in the background. Nothing hard or too fast in tempo, just a nice relaxing background to help set the mood for the evening.

Jon Kent has posed:
It's Date Night!

Even if he had been on a few dates with M'gann at this point, is it still something of an odd situation if Jon is still horrendously nervous? He was looking at himself in the mirror, his thick-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his flannel shirt tight somewhat tight against the body - tight enough to accentuate the natural strength of his body (for appeasing the eyes) and loose enough so he can still move and/or be comfortable. He wears fitted jeans and nice boots to help complete the look, with a little hat on his head that says 'Hard Living' on it.

It used to belong to his dad, give him a break.

He takes those few quickened breaths, looking himself in the mirror and changing his hair style at least five different times in the span of a blur. "It's okay Jon. Just...go. It'll be fine. She likes you, it's hard for you to screw this up."

Deep breath.

Deeper exhale.

There's a knock right on Megan's door then, gentle, soft even. Not to mention with her *incredible* telepathic abilities, it's highly likely she sensed Jon before he even arrived. But the door has been knocked upon, and if or when she opens it?

She'll see Jon standing there with some flowers in hand and a warm smile for his beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann is there to greet him before he can even fully drop his hand from the knock, smiling warmly at him. "Hello! Please, come in, dinner's almost ready." His senses likely picked up on the smell of the dinner she was cooking before he even reached her door, but now they hit full force. Pot roast and veggies. Gravy. Fresh bread. Baked potatoes. Everything a growing Kansas-Kryptonian could want!

She'll close the door behind him when he enters, pausing to wrap him into a warm hug and press a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling away with a smile, "We're all set up in the dining area. I'm just getting the last of the dishes. Do you have a preference for drink?" Sometimes he goes milk, sometimes soda, it's always best to ask!

She'll step into the kitchen while he makes his way to the table, putting the bread on a cutting board with a bread knife, plating up the baked potatoes all snug in their jackets, then carrying them out to add to the table.

And she really did go all out! There's the pot roast looking ready to fall apart at the touch of a fork with pearl onions and green beans and carrots all decorating around where it sits on the serving platter. Gravy sitting in a tureen and still lightly steaming. Now the bread and baked potatoes!. "I hope you don't mind that I cooked. I thought it would be better than spending a lot of money going to a restaurant. How were your classes today? Still enjoying civil engineering as a career path?"

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon's hand doesn't even come down and there's M'gann in all of her radiance and beauty to greet him! "Hey M'gann." He smiles at her, following her inside her apartment as the smell of that CLASSIC midwest cooking comes flooding right through the powerful oilfactory senses. Bloodhound nose catches every ingredient down to it's last minute detail, a warmth in his expression immediately as he takes that deep breath. "It smells amazing. You did all of this?" Though as she closes the door and moves to hug him? Jon curls powerful arms around her and holds her tightly against him, enjoying the feel of her embrace as though she were the only living creature left alive.

And somehow, he belongs to her and she belongs to him. It's amazing.

That warm embrace against his cheek makes him smile to meet hers. "Can I have some Sprite? It's okay if you don't have any!" He tells her, offering her the flowers he had retrieved for her.

"I saw these and were reminded of you. I hope you like them." Though he follows her into the kitchen. "I can help with dishes if you want! That way you don't have to do *everything*." even if she absolutely *can* do everything. When he sees that food? His jaw nearly hits the floor. "M'gann this is...." He turns to look at her. "This is absolutely incredible." Hands reach for her waist, as though to give her sides a soft squeeze while lips seek her cheek. "Thank you."

Heartfelt and sincere, Jon releases her so he doesn't distract her. "I am! Classes are going great. Few professors with a...interesting attitude, but that's college for you. How about you? Tell me everything."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Ohhhhhhh, thank you! They're beautiful!!" M'gann takes the offered flowers with a heartfelt smile, immediately reaching for a vase and adding a bit of sugar and viengar to the bottom before filling the vase half full with water and stirring it around until the sugar dissolves. She gives the tip of the stems a quick cut and carefully arranges them into the vase. Turning back to Jon, she murmurs, "They're really beautifu Jon. That was so sweet."

That warm gaze lingers on him even as she carries the last of the food to the table. THe request for a Sprite has her telekinesis opening the fridge and pulling a nice, cold 20 oz bottle of Sprite from inside. The green glass bottle, not the plastic. Popping the top, she lofts it over to him with a wink, "Would I ever not have your favorite in the fridge?" She has a glass of milk for herself as he views the spread.

Smiling, she looks back to Jon and nods, "I'd like that, thank you. Most of it will go in the dishwasher, but I still prefer to do the pots and pans by hand. I think it helps them last longer." M'gann easily moves into his embrace, returning it and smiling at the kiss he returns to her cheek. "You're welcome. But I enjoyed it. I like cooking and baking, its... quiet."

Taking her seat, she chuckles, "Oh don't I know it. My econ professor has some.. interesting... ideas. Thankfully, we have finals soon and then we're off for a few months until the next semester kicks in!" M'gann motions for him to help himself. Of the two of them, he tends to have the larger appetite, and she wants him to enjoy the food! "Well, my linguistics classes are done for the semester, I passed my finals with flying colors." No big surprise that the telepathic Martian is good with linguistics! "I know I'm going to breeze through my calculus final, the only one that really has me worries is the English final. Essays have never been my strong suit."

Jon Kent has posed:
She likes the flowers!

'Yus!'

Is the inner cheer from Jon that M'gann approves of his gift to her. He's a romantic at heart. Even if he's still learning everything that M'gann likes and dislikes, he likes just spoiling her every now and again. He loves seeing her laugh. He loves the way she looks at him. When those eyes linger on him for a time, he meets her in that moment. There's a swift beating in his heart, an urge and a desire, but he has the will to hold himself back.

She worked hard on this meal.

Moving towards the table as that sprite floats in the air and the top pops off, the drink offered to him as his fingers curl around the cold bottle. "Thank you!" He laughs. "I wish I could do that. Does Telekinesis feel...weird? Like you're grabbing something with your brain?" He doesn't know if he's ever asked. Yet, hearing that she enjoys washing the pots and pans by hand makes him smile.

"Yes ma'am."

and once he takes his seat? He starts to eat, listening as she speaks about the finals she has done and what she has going on right now. "I never doubted you for a second." He smiles at her.

"Maybe you could tutor me?" A little playful flirt with that wink from him, though he hums. "Is the essay in the form of an in person test or something you type up and submit? I could help out?"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann very much approves of the gift. Flowers are beautiful and smell wonderful, and seeing them will make her smile for days to come. An excellent choice! Mostly though, it's because they'll remind her of him.

She lets him get his helpings first, then takes some for herself as she chuckles and shakes her head, "No, it actually feels very natural. To be honest, it feels stranger to walk and carry things with my hands. Not that I mind, of course, but there's what I grew up with versus what I've gotten used to. I grew up focusing on my telepathic powers, my shapeshifting. I was very good, top marks. I just... couldn't ever pass the final test at the Academy. I was lucky. My parents knew I was different but kept me anyways. Most of my people, if they showed the kind of weakness I did, well.. there aren't many that get to live past that." It's not a happy story, but she smiles in remembrance of the parents that tried to help their 'faulty' child.

Blinking once, M'gann offers a quick smile, "I'm sorry, that was... not great dinner conversation. Using telekinesis is like... having an extension of yourself. Your mind, your will. Focusing it into a *force*, something that can manipulate objects. It wasn't always easy, especially when I was younger, but once I became used to it, it was as easy as breathing or blinking might be for you."

Laughing softly, she smiles at him, "You're extremely smart, but I am always happy to help if there's anything you feel stuck on. And you certainly don't need any excuse to come over whenver you want." M'gann smiles playfully back at him. "Submission. I have my subject and I've started the essay, but prose is simply not my forte. I keep wanting to do an analysis of it."

Jon Kent has posed:
As Jon settles with his servings, his eyes find M'gann's as she tells him more and more about life on Mars. How she was treated, how she was raised, what she was good at. Hearing she's a natural shapeshifter was nothing he ewaas surprised by. He's seen her take her fair share of forms, to such an extent that he's taken to hearing the rhythm of her heartbeat and other small details to be *absolutely* certain it's her, regardless of what form she takes. But, when she seems to go into a dark place?

Jon's hand reaches outward, taking hers in his own with a smile on his face. "Nonsense, M'gann. I'm here for you and I want to know everything about you. I'm kinda obsessed." He teases her playfully, but there's sincerity in his words. "I just think you're absolutely unique...and that's one of the things I love most about you." She's literally capable of *anything*.

"That's why I'm happy I have a key. I fully plan on it." He teases her. "But...maybe you just need a little bit of inspiration." He smiles at her. "Plus, I like to write in a journal sometimes. I'm not the best at prose but...well, I have a silver tongue."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann smiles softly at Jon and squeezes his hand gently, "And I'm happy to tell you whatever you want to know... no more secrets between us, right? I just don't want to bring the mood down by talking about depressing topics. At least, not right now. We just sat down, we're eating dinner, and I'm very much enjoying just being here with you. I'd like to keep that going." Lifting their clasped hands up, she brushes a kiss across his fingers, "Believe me, I will not hide anything from you if you want to know."

With M'gann, it's less her heartbeat or breathing, both really only seem to happen when she wants them. It's more that he can sense her stillness. Even in her natural form, one she despises, he can still pick her out of a crowd of similar figures. There's a sense of stillness, of peace, about her.

Moving back towards a more teasing air, she winks at him, "I would be disappointed if you didn't. I've come to enjoy sharing the apartment with you when you're here." There's a brief grin for his mention of inspiration, "Oh? What sort of inspiration did you have in mind? I do have to try to keep the essay to an appropriate level for submission...." Then she's laughing softly at his teasing, "Silver? Platinum, surely."

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon noticeably seems to shiver a little bit pleasedly at the feeling of M'gann's warm lips against his fingers. His knuckles were slightly calloused, strengthened from repeated blows to superhuman foes. But, when she touches him? It's nice...relaxing, even. "No more secrets. No more lies." He agrees with her. In fact, he leans a little bit closer to her, just enough to look her in the eyes, maybe brush noses with her a little bit. "You can read my mind anytime you want to. I trust you completely." He tells her then, dinner seemingly the last thing on his mind when his eyes lower to her lips in that moment, before meeting her eyes again.

"You can tell me all the dark things, even at Dinner time. My only request is that we keep capes away from the table." He suggests to her and honestly, he's around so much he might as well be living here with her. Which brings an idea that might be best shared another time.

"We can keep it appropriate...even if discussing the nature of anatomy. It's quite scientific." He teases her playfully. "Maybe after dinner, I can attempt to inspire you a bit more thoroughly, if nothing comes to mind." He playfully remarks to her. Though if she read his mind? His attentions seem to involve some...

Athleticism.

He laughs then. "Platinum? You're being sweet on me, M'gann." he winks.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Looking into his eyes, she watches him, smiles at him, perhaps brushes noses with him. His offer has her wetting her lips before offering in return, "I can... if you want.. we can.. share a link. Nothing invasive. Just.. a.. a sort of mental link, low grade. It would allow us to be aware of the other and their state of being, from anywhere on the planet. I don't know if it can cross lightyears through space, but I know we could stay in contact here on Earth." Her lips turn up into a small smile, "But only if you want to."

She's made it absolutely clear from the start (once they learned who each other were), that she has not and will never invade his mind without his explicit permission. If she can't respect the privacy of the person she cares about most, then what kind of person would that make her? So it's never that she doesn't trust him or is hesitant about her own powers. M'gann wants Jon to know that he has complete autonomy, and that consent is important.

"No capes at dinner," she agrees with a smile. Then squeezes his fingers again gently because he instills warm feelings inside her with every glance, every smile. "Have I told you lately how glad I am that we met? Not as heroes, but as people.. having you in my life, as a friend, as a boyfriend.. it's more than I had ever dared hope for."

"Mmmmmmmmm, I'm sure it would be... but as my English professor tells me.. 'science has no place in the realm of art, and the written word is one of our greatest forms of art we have'. That said..." she runs a warm look over him before winking, "I'm sure you could help me to find appropriately couched terms to describe the *poetry* of our night together..." Sucking in a swift breath, M'gann's smile grows even as she gives a slow nod, "I think perhaps you might.. I would certainly be amenable." The thoughts that leap out at her have her blushing even as she smiles at him. Always eager for the intimacy they share.

"Mmmm, is it that obvious? Ah well, there's worse things than being so obviously adoring of someone like you, Jon Kent." M'gann chuckles softly.

Jon Kent has posed:
Noses gently touch and brush alongside each other, Jon's eyes looking deeply into her own as though there was nothing else he could possibly wish to look upon. She offers him that mental link, so they might always know where the other one was, regardless of distance - except maybe across the stars. But regardless, he looks her in the eyes and he slowly starts to nod. "Nothing would make me happier, M'gann, to be even more connected to you than I already am. Besides...I like being able to talk to you. Who knows, maybe I can help you during an exam." He teases her softly.

But she agrees to no capes at dinner...and it makes him smile even softer towards her. If he ever doubted that she would take over his mind, it's never come to his mind. He trusts her implicitly...and there's no way she would ever break that trust, even if she did break past his consent. He would trust it was for a very good reason.

"Not yet, but I'd love to hear it." He winks at her. "M'gann...I'm honored to be your boyfriend. The guy you picked out of a crowd of a billion people." He smiles at her. "I will never, ever take how you feel for granted. I promise."

He starts to laugh then. "Well...maybe we can agree that your professor doesn't know everything...and there's nothing I would love more than to be head over heels for someone like you, M'gann M'orzz." and slowly, he starts to lean in at her approval of some...intimate activities, his lips seeking hers in a sweet, passionate kiss upon soft lips.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Nodding, M'gann smiles softly at him, her eyes closing as she reaches out to him with her mind, holding his hand for a touchstone as she builds the bridge of thought and emotion between them. Using memories of their time together, the emotions evoked through their relationship, to help craft the bond between them. It takes long moments, but when she opens her eyes... he can feel her. Feel her happiness and her contentment, her love and adoration, her desire and her prurient interest. He can feel... HER.

And she can feel him, in turn.

That soft smile on her lips as she watches him to make sure he isn't overwhelmed by having another whole person in his head. She's kept it as unobtrusive as possible, but even when she isn't reaching out to him, he'll be able to feel her in his mind, like a gentle caress, or a soft whisper. A soothing wave of caring and support.

She skips a verbal response for the moment, reading his intent and leaning in to meet his lips with her own. Returning his kiss and letting her lips part, welcoming him gladly into her mouth to share the passion and heat with him. Speaking more through action and bond than she could ever truly show through word. All thoughts of the food, or anything but him, fleeing from her head even as she mentally whispers her response.

<< I'm so, so glad we met. You've given me something I never knew I was missing and I love and cherish every moment we've spent together. I'm yours, as long as you'll have me. >>

Jon Kent has posed:
Then...

They finally connect.

They meet mind to mind. He's experienced mind links or telepathic guidance enough times to know M'gann means him no harm. He can feel her. Her emotions, her happiness, her feelings of love and adoration...it's amazing. He feels more connected to her than ever before.

He feels a new, constant presence now. He feels the soothing caress of her thoughts, even if he doesn't hear them yet. He feels her eyes on him and then..

They kiss. Her lips part in invitation and he dives straight in. This kiss is deeper than the others. More intimate. It's hotter than anything Jon had previously experienced as one of his hands lift to cup her neck and cheek.

<<I would have you every day, for as long as you would have me. I'm yours, M'gann, until the end of all days. I love you.>>

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
There's nothing quite like having someone so in sync with you, being able to feel their emotions and thoughts, to feel what they want. To be connected on an elemental level. M'gann smiles when she feels his acceptance and the bond strengthens.

<< I love you, too, Jon. >>

The kiss continues on for long moments, something they can both sink into, revel in, savor. But eventually, M'gann pulls back, breaking the kiss, though nothing in her mind suggests this is a bad thing. She meets his gaze with hers, smiling at him warmly, then rising up from her chair and urging him to do the same. Words aren't necessary.

She steps into him, slipping her arms around his waist and smiling up at him, the happiness clear on her face.

<< We can clean up later. I want to be with you, Jon. >>

Jon Kent has posed:
There's not a single chance that Jon would've denied M'gann this connection. They're so close now it's hard to tell which is the individual, and Jon is so happy to have this. To always feel M'gann no matter where he is.

He's so in love.

And in that kiss he stays exactly where he is. It's slow, it's meant to be explorative and a sigh of love both. Unfortunately, they have to come up for air eventually. It's with a gasp of breathlessness when they pull apart from each other, the warmth of her lips still engrained into his own as his eyes slowly open and he meets her gaze.

Wordlessly, he rises to his feet, the pair of them needing no words to communicate their intentions to one another. He feels her arms around his waist, his own curling around her shoulders to hold her close, his nose brushing against her own.

<<And I you, M'gann. All of this can wait. Come to bed with me?>>