Glycerin {Emma}

[Nykohl Rochelle]

Nykohl's morning had brightened infinitely when Emma had shown up in her office. She'd been in the middle of sorting the class schedules for the next semester when the door opened. Expecting some good-for-nothing brat who would be much more of a bother than they were worth, she lifted her head with pre-set glare set on her face, spitting out "What the hell do you want?" without a second thought. It was to her (pleasant) surprise that the intruder was none other than Emma and she back-pedaled. "I'm sorry." It was habit at this point to snap at whoever walked through her door and this wasn't the first time she'd snapped at the younger girl, but always felt guilty when she did.

Emma didn't linger, it was merely a quick visit to let Nykki know that she wanted to meet her for lunch by the pond. Effectively, what she'd done was give the receptionist something to look forward to that didn't involve verbally abusing the other students at Hammel. So, come 12:15, Nykohl had grabbed her purse and was heading out to the school grounds. It was a lovely day out, one that she could appreciate simply because it wasn't too hot and there was a nice breeze blowing just enough to ruffle the grass and pick up loose strands of Nykki's hair. She definitely needed this break.

As she neared the pond, the blonde realized that Emma wasn't there yet, so she took up residence on the bench near the pond and stared down at the fish swimming in lazy circles. Toeing off her ridiculously high heels, Nykki slid her feet across the grass. It felt nice being outside, but even better knowing that she'd soon have her favorite kind of company. Before Emma arrived, however, another student wandered down by the pond, but he didn't stay long. A simple glare and a "Get the hell away from there!" were all that was needed to send him scampering off like a good little boy. She didn't want anyone ruining her lunch date with Emma.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma was kinda sorta running late. Unusual for her, and her ability, but there'd been a hold up. A hold up in the shape of one Mr. Verax, who'd burnt off his eyebrows and needed his "big sister" to draw them back on for him. It wouldn't have taken so long if Vincent hadn't got the fidgets mid line and messed up her efforts.

By the time she shooed the goth boy out her apartment, and had grabbed some typical lunch type food from the local bakery, she was running ten minutes late, and this pissed her off. Out of all of the people not to be late for, it was Nykki. The two of them had been dating for just over two months now, and though there was still the air of mystery surrounding certain parts of the bustier blonde's past, the pair of them got on extremely well, once Nykki had gotten past the whole "I feel like a paedophile" thing. Cursing Vincent under her breath, the skinny girl slipped behind a shop and into an alleyway. Gross, the whole place smelt like dirty castoffs, hobo piss and rotting butt, but it was out of sight and that's what she needed. Wiggling her nose a moment, she thought about the pond, and Nykki, then BAMF. There was no more blonde girl in the alleyway.

Instead, a very wet Emma who'd managed to just overshoot her mark and landed into the pond. With the Koi. "Hey gorgeous!" She said, pushing her wet hair out of her face and thanking whatever deity she fancied choosing for the day that her lunch hadn't gotten soaked. "I was so hot with anticipation I had to take a dunk to cool down." Shaking herself down like a bedraggled dog, the teen flopped to the side of the pond and grinned. "You always did like the wet look on me anyway." A little smirk rose up on her face, perhaps made more amusing by the little trickles of water pooling on the stone beside her. "I guess I concentrated too hard on the pond aspect of things." She added, pushing her hair out of her face. "I brought meatball subs~ ... With cheese!"

Opening up the bag, she plopped one of the subs in Nykki's lap, then leant over to give her a quick peck. "Sorry I'm late. Verax roasted his eyebrows again, and he'd drawn them on so bad he looked like a rocky horror reject." Emma laughed gently, the gravel in her voice from heavy smoking evident. "Aww shit." She suddenly said, fishing out a now soaking pack of cigarettes. "Note to self, pond and cigs does not make for happy times."

[Nykohl Rochelle]

Nytro was not entirely sure what happened. One moment she was sitting by the pond alone, the next Emma was sitting in the pond with a bag of food in one hand and wet hair all over her face. It took a few moments to realize that the girls teleporting had gotten her into a predicament again and she could only smile. Emma was one of the only people, aside from her sister and mother, who could earn a smile so quickly from the icy blonde. "You're a mess." She said fondly, offering her hands out to the girl and tugging her up on the bench, reaching over to wipe away some of the eyeliner that had taken a trip down her cheeks. "I take it you were in a hurry?" She arched a brow, tucked Emma's hair behind her ear, then settled back against the arm of the bench.

"Sure you didn't get any fish down your shirt?" She asked with a laugh, taking the sandwich as it was offered to her. "Thanks, love. I owe you one." It was hard for her to be cranky in the teenager's presence. Sure, she could have complained that Emma was going to get her all wet or that she was an idiot for falling in the pond, but there was no desire to. That was probably the scariest thing of all in regards to their relationship, Nykki's almost complete 180 in behaviour and attitude. Thankfully, as far as she knew, the other staff members weren't aware of their unorthodox relationship. She would have preferred to keep it that way.

Vincent's idiocy was something she'd grown used to hearing over the months that she'd known Emma. They were friends and he was stupid and Emma was often the one setting things right. Nykohl herself was perfectly fine to only hear about Vincent and preferably never meet him, as Sammy was bad enough of a pain in the ass, always staring at her like she was a piece of meat. Had she the chance, she would have castrated him with a spoon, but she knew that was not beneficial to the status of her employment at Hammel. (A relationship with a student probably didn't help matters either, but at least Emma would be graduating soon.) "You should have left him like that." Not that Emma would, even if she did get a kick out of it herself, because she was too nice.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. I still have these." She reached into her purse and took out the pack that Emma had thrown in there the other day for "emergencies." Nytro was quickly becoming aware that the teleporter lost things during her stunts and this certainly wasn't the first time she'd ruined her cigarettes in the presence of the older woman. "This should change your sad time into a happy one."

[Emma Cousins]

It was true. Emma did have a tendancy to screw up around Nykohl. Whether it was simply because she was smitten, or just plain showing off, she wasn't sure herself. All she knew was that every time she'd teleported to where Nykki was, she'd end up screwing up. It wasn't always obvious - a meter or so in the wrong direction, but a dunk in the pond really was the icing on the proverbial cake. As she settled down on the bench next to the buxom blonde, she relaxed a little more. "Yeah, I don't like keeping you waiting, gorgeous." She cooed sweetly, laughing and pulling a face.

"Fish? Nah. I think they've just seen the most action they're gonna get all year." Emma laughed, wringing out her hair on the grass beside her. "I remembered to ask for extra red peppers this time, too." She added, gesturing at the sub as she took a bite of her own, stomach growling in relief. Emma had known Nykohl as the scary receptionist for quite some time, way before they'd gotten together. In fact, Sammy's comments had put her off even thinking about dating the fiesty blonde. However, Emma is a risk taker, as most people know, and the girl just felt the vibes. She's not too frightened of being verbally roasted either, so no amount of snapping got her to back off. "Hey, it's our three monther next week, wanna do something special?" She asked vaguely, picking off a piece of bread and inspecting it, before nibbling it into a heart shape. "Look, it's love bread." The teen laughed at her own stupidity, and popped said bread into her mouth.

Vincent's idiocy was one of the many highlights of being a meta. The blonde girl was a firm friend with him, and if the prat had bothered to work hard, together, maybe they could have graduated and gone out to party. But no, Verax was a thick shit, and the younger ones he hung out with weren't much better. Only the girl, Ember, had any particular mental capacity, but then, teenage boys had brain-in-dick-itus. "Nah. It makes me look bad hanging out with him." She laughed at Nykki's comment, rubbing her nose. "It's like hanging out with the kid with the crayon up his nose and his pants on backwards." Pushing her sub into her girlfriend's lap, Emma pulled off her (too short) dress and rang it out beside her, leaving it to blow dry. "Hey, I'm giving you lunch and a show."

Upon Nykki pulling out the cigarettes, Emma looked almost a little too happy, and snatched the box, taking one out and flicking out her lighter. As the blonde lifted the cigarette to her lips, she let out something similar to a purr. "You are amazing, Nyk. Really. Happy times are restored." Leaning forward, the skinny girl let out a jet of smoke from her nose. "It'd be even happier if you lost some clothes. Maybe accidently misplaced them. Just for lunch." She said, half hopefully, eyebrows waggling.

[Nykohl Rochelle]

It had taken the better part of a month for Nykohl to finally give in and agree to go on a date with Emma. The teen had taken to bursting in her office nearly everyday with some flirty comment. Nykki had barked and snapped and shouted at the girl, but Emma took every insult and every remark in stride. It was eventually the receptionist who grew tired of the routine and finally caved to Emma's demands. Much to her surprise, the two got along splendidly when Nytro wasn't trying to verbally decapitate her. They shared common interests, had a similar sense of humor, and there was an easy chemistry between them. Even so, Nykki wanted to keep their relationship secret for several reasons. One: Emma was a student. Two: She didn't want to ruin her reputation. Three: Emma was younger than her baby sister.

Looking at Emma, Nykohl could only roll her eyes and laugh at the bread she had nibbled into a heart. "What are you, twelve?" She teased before tucking into her sandwich. It was hard for her to believe that they were already coming up on three months, considering Nykohl had never been able to hold down a girlfriend and had no desire for men in her life. "We should have a weekend away. No bratty little bastards, no Vincent, and for heaven's sake, no Sammy." She made a face at saying the pyro's name, but was quickly distracted when Emma began to undress.

"We're still on school property, you know..." She warned, although seeing Emma in next to nothing was not something she was going to complain about. She was just worried at how that might look, her sitting next to a girl in her underwear having lunch. Awkard? Why yes, I think so. "And no, I'm not stripping." Emma should have expected this. "We'll save that for this evening. How about you come over?" Nykki had the slightest touch of a devious little smile on her lips and she reached over to graze her fingernails down the younger girl's thigh.

Though Nykohl didn't approve of Emma's smoking, she felt she had no place to demand her to stop nor to keep her from her cigarettes. She merely fanned the smoke away and finished her sandwich, toes still lazily running through the grass. Sighing, she shrugged off the little sweater she was wearing and draped it around Emma's shoulders. "There are still kids out here and I don't feel like sharing this lovely sight with them." She was smiling faintly, then added on, "And you mean that Vincent isn't the kid with the crayon up his nose and pants on backwards? He certainly comes off that way."

[Emma Cousins]

Emma had worked damn hard to get Nykohl on side. At first she found herself simply taking all the flak, from being told to get the fuck out, to all the other nasty insults the receptionist could throw out. However, the skinny girl was made of stronger stuff, and ridden out the worst of Nytro's attitude till she could eventually talk her into going out for pizza. That evening had been much better than either of them had expected, and Emma enjoyed this relationship. Vincent called her hooker for a reason - she had enough notches on her bedpost to need a brand new one, and her lack of shame about her body didn't help matters.

"Ooh. Where ya thinking?" The girl asked as she returned to her sub, taking a large mouthful between puffs of smoke. "We could go on my bike, if you want." Yes, Emma's beloved bike. The red yamaha was often the cause of some of Emma's more crazy stunts, and had often carried her home when she'd been (illegally) to bars and clubs around town. Staring down at her bag, the girl pulled out a small compact mirror and her infamous fat eyeliner pencil, and tried to fix the smudges of makeup the water had created. "Wow, I look like a goth wannabe." She laughed, gradually restoring her makeup back to its normal smouldering goodness.

Emma shrugged at the comment about them both being on school property. "Eh, I've worn less." She said, tugging at her bra. After a few more puffs of smoke, the girl leant her head back and pouted. "Aww, you've ruined the happy time now. Not even a flash of boob, for me?" The girl grinned around her cigarette, then flicked it to the floor and stamped on it, hissing at the squelch from inside her boots. "Gross." The blonde mumbled, pulling the offending footwear off and tipping it upside down. However, she did brighten and wink at Nykki's suggestion. "Well, I guess I could maybe make it over..." She trailed off, finishing off her sub and licking her lips.

When the jumper was draped over Emma's shoulders, the blonde beamed and stretched. "Well I'm afraid to say, it wouldn't be the first time the school's seen me in my bra and panties." Chuckling, the teen remembered a few accidental teleportation incidents, and a few less accidental cases of streaking down the corridor simply for the hell of it. A skateboard had been involved in the last stunt, and she'd managed to sail past three full classrooms before disappearing out the doors. "Nah. Verax is more the kid who's given safety scissors in case he cuts himself." Emma laughed, then sneaked a quick kiss from her companion, beaming. "The dress'll dry out soon. It's not thick material, after all."

[Nykohl Rochelle]

"Somewhere not too far, we'll only be gone the weekend and I don't feel like making a road trip on the back of your bike." Nykohl had a rather love-hate relationship with that bike. It was fun to ride, she wouldn't deny that, much better than a car on a warm day, but at the same time, a source of much worry. Emma's stunts, though generally better fated that Vincent's, still made her heart stop on occasion and then there was the matter of there being no real safety precautions on the motorcycle. If Emma were ever in a crash, all she'd have would be her helmet and luck, and that thought made Nytro's stomach turn.

"But somewhere that the chances of running into anyone from the school are very slim." That would be a hard explanation to make and she wanted to avoid that until she was ready. She made a mental note to look up hotel prices for the coming weekend, only to laugh at Emma's goth comment. "You mean that's not the look you were going for?" Another playful little tease and a flick of the girl's hair and Nykohl tucked her legs up underneath her on the bench. "I always thought Vincent copied you, or was it the other way around?" Curling her fingers around Emma's wrist, she gave it a gentle tug, coaxing her along the bench to be closer.

She smiled, watching as the blonde's tongue ran over her lips. "After work and if you have any homework, after that too. I wouldn't want to get between you and graduation." Nyk lifted her hand and ran her fingers through Emma's hair gently, pushing it back over her shoulder. "Speaking of, any plans for after you graduate?" Resting her arm along the back of the bench, the receptionist turned so that she was almost sideways on the bench and much better able to look at her date. "I mean, are you going to go home?"

Now, Nykki was familiar with Emma's antics. It seemed she had absolutely no shame and, in fact, Nykki had been on her way to deliver a message when she was passed by a naked blonde girl on a skateboard. If you'd told her that day that she'd end up with that girl, Nytro would have laughed and/or spit in your face. "From what I've heard, he could probably figure out a way to cut himself, even with safety scissors." She snorted and smiled at the little kiss, giving another gentle tug on a strand of Emma's hair.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma looked thoughtful at Nykki's comment, and she tapped her finger on the bench for a moment, her dark purple nails clacking. "Well, there's that place in the mountains I've heard about. It's apparently reeaaaally romantic." She chuckled softly, and ran a hand down the receptionist's cheek, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Oh fuck." She said sharply, drawing back and nearly losing her bag in the pond again. "I'll need someone to take care of Trouser." The girl instantly thought of Vincent, then privately worried. What if Trouser ate Emaleth? What if Emaleth and Trouser fought? What if Vin forgot about Trouser? What if Trouser squeezed Vin to death? Dismissing these worries for later, she shrugged. "Verax'll do."

"Hey, don't insult my look!" The girl scolded, scrunching her face up and poking her tongue out. "Verax and I worked hard to establish our sexydom together, so we copied each other at the same time, I guess." Shifting along the bench, the skinny blonde cuddled against Nykki happily, resting her cheek on her shoulder. For a few moments, the pair of them sat in silence, just comfortable together, before Emma reached into her bag once more. "Guess who has scoooooones~?" The girl chirruped, pulling out a bag with scones, clotted cream and jam. "The English are weird. They're just spasticated biscuits." Laughing, she sliced into a scone and covered it in the cream and jam, and took a bite.

"It's okay, I only have homework for Mr. T." Emma said with a smile, licking a little of the clotted cream off the scone. "He's pretty chill, and I don't have him till Friday." She ran her hands through her hair for a moment, before stretching. She did have thoughts about graduation, it was true. She wanted to head home for a bit, to make sure Lou and her dad were okay, and to just touch base with her home city. But, she couldn't leave Vincent behind, and then there was Nykohl, obviously. "I reckon I'll go home for a little, but I'll come back. I wanna be a stunt woman, and I reckon being around meta's is gonna help me achieve that." Touching Nykki's hand, the girl smiled. "So you wont get rid of me that easy, sorry."

Emma was happy, for the moment, and as she put cream on a second scone, she lifted it to her girlfriend's lips with a smile. "You're right, but he's got his heart in the right place, it's just his brain in his cock." She chuckled, and slipped her hand in Nykki's own. "You want me to bring anything over later? I mean like vibrators, kinky cuffs, butt plugs, gimp mask, whip..." Emma started laughing at her own joke. "In all seriousness, want takeaway, or me to bring some DVDs?"

[Nykohl Rochelle]

"That's a possibility." She said rather absently, picturing the things the two of them could get up to on a mountain getaway. That was certainly enough to put a smile on her face. "Don't you think it would be nice?" She moved her arm from the back of the bench to wrap around Emma's shoulders, seeming not to care anymore who saw them. There was nothing abnormal about two friends cuddling, was there? No, but ever since they had gotten together, Nykki was paranoid that everything they did together would be seen the wrong way. That was probably due to the fact that she was not the sort to indulge in any physical affection, unless they were hugs from Uncle Claude.

It was nice just able to sit with Emma like this. They didn't even have to be doing anything or saying anything to enjoy the other's company. Eventually it wouldn't matter who saw them. "To be honest, I think you look better." Okay, so maybe she was biased, considering Emma was her girlfriend, but that didn't mean she wasn't telling the truth. "Does Verax ever wash his clothes? He looks like he wears the same thing everyday." Smiling, she pressed a kiss to Emma's brow, shaking her head as she started in on scones.

"You're weird." Nykohl said with a laugh, tickling under the girl's chin. There was no doubt about it, Emma always had an overabundance of energy. It was somethhing that Nytro both envied and disliked, because she was normally quiet and reserved when left to her own devices. Thankfully, Emma had discovered her boundaries and usually didn't try to push them. No matter how much the teleporter begged or pleased, Nykki was not going to accompany to her a club, and Emma respected this for the most part. "But cute." She added with a warmth behind her eyes, brushing her knuckles over Emma's cheek.

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Nykohl mulled over Emma's words. "A stunt woman, really? You just want to give me a heart attack, but I'm glad you'll be back." Her fingers moved between the younger girl's and she gave her hand a little squeeze. "It'd be lonely without you and I hate to say it, but I've grown rather fond of you." A little peck of a kiss followed. "It isn't far." Normally Nykki kept her walls up at all times, wouldn't let a single soul in, but Emma had sachayed up and kicked them down like it was nothing. She felt vulnerable around the other girl simply because she cared so much. "And I'll cover the food, you bring the entertainment... and no porn."

[Emma Cousins]

There was no doubt that Emma wouldn't mind getting up to something with Nykohl in the mountains, though I don't think it would be appropriate to mention in this thread without turning it into a smut novel. "It'd be great, really. I just hope Verax doesn't feed Trouser something stupid." Something stupid being a whole tin can, trying to get him to eat Sammy, etc. Either way if her beloved snake was sick, she'd be drop kicking Vincent into next tuesday. Snuggling into Nykki's attention, Emma smiled to herself. The receptionist really wasn't as awful as everyone thought. Not even by half. "You're a kitten, you know?"

"Verax has the same shirt in his wardrobe about 60 times." She snorted, wriggling her toes in the grass and taking another scone. "Aaand he only owns one pair of pants that aren't tight leather ones, and they're slouchy ass tracksuit bottoms." She laughed softly, her voice low. Emma did grin a bit when Nykki said she looked better in her outfit, and proudly pulled her dress back on. "Well, I have a girl body, that helps." Winking, the blonde ran her hand over her body, then stretched out. "But you're kinda biased, missy!"

The skinny blonde wrinkled her nose at being called weird, and playfully shoved Nykki away, turning her back on her. After a moment, she flopped back into her girlfriend's lap, laughing gently. "Well I'm glad you think so." She said, flinging her legs over the arm of the bench and yawning. It had taken Emma a while to give up on pleading with Nykki to come to the clubs and pubs with her, but eventually, she'd allowed the older woman to have her own time, and instead, she tucked up next to her in the evenings with one of her books, and the pair of them would sit, quiet, reading, or watching TV. "You're not cute." Emma added thoughtfully. "You're hooooot."

Emma smiled a little at Nykki's next words and tipped her head back to look at her. "Don't worry. I was thinking I might take you home with me for a little bit, if you don't mind?" The girl looked curious, arms behind her head. "You can meet Lou and my Dad, they don't bite at all." Yawning, the blonde looked up at the sky and watched the clouds form shapes above them both. "Oh, I'm going skydiving on Monday." The girl grinned and ran her hand over Nykki's cheek. "And fine, no porn. I'll remember not to bring Sandy swallows ten loads this time." That was clearly a tease, and Emma's smirk gave her away.

[Nykohl Rochelle]

"I'm a kitten?" Nykohl asked with an arched brow, examining Emma's face. The girl was gorgeous, there was no denying that, and though it looked like there was nearly a pound of eyeliner around those baby blues, it fit her. "I'm sure, as often as you've told me he's tried to steal Trouser, he'll take good care of him." And though the thought of Vincent trying to get Trouser to eat Sammy is hilarious, I would miss Sammy and therefore it shall not happen. As long as Emma doesn't tell him where she's going and who she's going with, she'll also be safe from dozens upon hundreds of crude comments.

Nykki laughed, somewhat relieved that Emma was dressed properly once again, when she was called biased. "Well, maybe, but that doesn't stop it from being true." As the blonde girl toppled back into her lap, she dropped her hand down to run her fingers through Emma's still damp hair. Nytro enjoyed the quiet evenings they spent together, no pressure, no worries, no creepy bastards staring at her and making her uncomfortable. The club scene had never been for Nykohl, namely because it triggered anxiety attacks and no one looks sexy when they're crying and shaking.

Her thoughts filtered to the possibility of meeting Emma's family. She'd heard several stories about the girl's father and sister and she could tell that Em cared for them deeply. "So long as your father won't freak out that you've brought an older woman home." Not that Nykki was really that old, she was only twenty-five, but in comparison to Emma's measly eighteen, Nyk wondered if that classified her as a cougar. Snorting that thought away, she continued. "I'd love to meet them." In regards to her own family, the receptionist was relatively secretive.

She had told Emma that her father was dead, but she hadn't said how. She told little things about her baby sister, Jayde, who had always been the light of her life. Although Jayde wasn't such a baby anymore, she was twenty-two and in college. What had happened to her family was a hard story to tell and she wasn't going to tell it to Emma until she was good and ready. "Skydiving?" Nykki's eyes widened. "Now I'm pretty sure your goal in life is to give me a heart attack. Please, be careful." She frowned, giving Emma's cheek a little touch. "I don't want anything bad happening to you."

[Emma Cousins]

"Yeah, you're a kitten." Emma said, smiling up at Nykki with her eyes warm. It was true, she did resemble a kitten, her eyes were feline, and she had the same duel personality; soft and cuddly, or fierce, with claws extended. "I guess. Verax better not hide him from me when I get back though, or I'll punch him in the balls." The girl grumbled, stretching out and watching the wind ruffle Nykohl's hair. No, she would tell Vincent she was on a dirty weekend, but she wouldn't tell him where, or who, though the idiot could probably piece it together if he was feeling smart. Which he rarely is. But I'm giving him credit here, so shush.

Emma liked clubbing, but only on rock nights where everyone was doused in eyeliner, leather and denim. She loved the sound of the music throbbing on the floor, and the bodies all packed together tightly. However, she was just as happy to be alone with her girlfriend, watching some movie with a big box of takeaway on her lap. She'd only once seen Nykki on the verge of a panic attack, and it had upset her. To see her strong willed girlfriend broken like that... Emma had wrapped her arms around her and pulled her out of it. She hadn't thought any less of the receptionist, just been concerned and saddened to witness it.

"Lou already knows about you." Emma admitted, tracing the buxom blonde's lips with a finger. "She thinks you sound nice, and wants to watch X Men with you, which is like, her highest honour." Emma did have a wish to meet Nykki's family too, one day, though she didn't want to push it, it'd be up to her as to when. As for her own family, Antony was simply happy to see his daughters happy, and Lou was very much the same. "You'll be okay with Lou, right?" She suddenly added, faint concern hinting at the edge of her gravelly voice. "I mean, she can sometimes have bad days and I don't want you to freak."

Louise Cousins was a difficult subject. If she was having a good day, she'd be almost normal, aside from repetative hand rubbing, or grasping, and a quiet, misunderstanding of certain conversational contexts. Other days, she'd be angry and completely withdrawn, and scream at everyone, except her sister, who she would cling to, and rub her face up and down her arm for comfort. Only Basket, their therapy dog, could get through and restore her to normal on those days, and Antony was so grateful for the Newfie. Shaking her head to forget that look on Lou's face when she'd left all those years ago, Emma chuckled. "Skydiving is fun, 'sides, if the chute doesn't open, I can just teleport onto the ground, and I'm fine." The girl took Nykki's hand and gently kissed it. "I'm not gonna go smash myself up, promise."

[Nykohl Rochelle]

"Like he's clever enough for that." Nykki snorted, finding it amusing how she could guess about Vincent's behavior without having properly met the kid. (The time when he'd assaulted her with rude comments and ended up with staples in his hand not withstanding.) But she was right, the best that Vin could come up with would be to hide Trouser in his closet (obvious) or stuff the snake into his pants and pretend that he's ridiculously well endowed. Not that clever at all. "And I'd love to see you punch him in the balls." Shame she'd missed the incident in Morgan's class, she would have gotten a large amount of amusement out of Vincent's pathetic whining.

Nykohl almost felt like she needed Emma. She needed that someone in her life that she didn't have to hate just for the fact that they existed. Someone who she didn't feel threatened around. Emma fit that niche perfectly. "You told her? Well, I'd love to watch X-Men with her." Eventually, Nyk would have liked to introduce the blonde girl to her mother and sister, but that was farther on down the road. Though she was comfortable with Emma and truly enjoyed being around her, she just wasn't quite ready to take that step yet.

"It's okay, we all have bad days. I'll just need your help if she's having one, okay?" She smiled as she ran her fingertips over the line of Emma's jaw. She had never met a person with autism before, but she would be okay dealing with Louise as long as she had Emma with her. Gently, she coaxed her girlfriend up. "You'd better keep that promise. Or I'll smash you up for smashing yourself up." She teased, tugging Emma closer and kissing her. Was anyone watching? Right now, she didn't care. She was happy with Emma and she hoped that the girl would be a part of her life for as long as possible.

[Emma Cousins]

That was one thing Emma liked about Vincent, he was entirely predictable in his unpredictabilty. If someone was going to be stupid, it'd be him. If someone was going to make a lewd cock joke, it'd be him. "I've only ever had to smack him once, and it was 'cause he was being stupid with Trouser and he wasn't listening." She snorted at that image, and the creased up form of Vincent as he'd sworn at her. "But he's a sweetheart, deep down." She smiled softly and lazily braided a few strands of her hair. Indeed, Vin was like her little brother, someone she loved to spend time with, and could tell everything to.

But then, Emma also loved spending time with Nykohl. She felt comfortable around the older woman, and had settled down into their relationship. "Yeah, she's excited to meet you. She wants to know if you'll help her make cookies and pet Basket." The girl smiled wonkily, then sat up to look at Nykki properly. She trusted the older woman to be good to her little sister, and as the scones disappated, the blonde lit up again. "She also said something about stacking things in colour order, but you really don't need to worry." The girl let out a long jet of smoke, and smiled. Things would be okay, she was sure of it.

"I'd never ever leave you, okay? Not unless some anti-meta psycho ran me through with a blade or whatever." Emma wrinkled her nose, then kissed Nykki back, cupping her cheeks. "Love you Nyk. You're real special to me." The girl stretched out, then slipped a bottle of water from her bag and sipped it. "Honestly, you're amazing." Rising from the bench and shouldering her holdall, she jerked her head. "Hey, we've still got a while, wanna just find somewhere a bit more private and talk for a bit?" The skinny blonde asked, taking Nykki's hand. "Just means we're not gonna get interupted."

[Nykohl Rochelle]

They'd had a rocky start, that was for sure, but as time passed Nykki stopped being so defensive whenever Emma tried to wiggle her way further into the woman's life. Nowadays, she found it difficult to get through a day without seeing or hearing from Emma. Often, when she took a step back to look on her life, she wondered how she'd ended up here. It seemed years that she was completely miserable, going through the same day-to-day routine. Then Emma had waltzed into her life like she belonged and now she had something to look forward to in her days other than sending children running off in tears. It was an awkward thing, she realized, but she wouldn't have traded it for the world.

"I can't wait to meet her." Nykki said sincerely, truly looking forward to seeing Emma's family. She understood just how much the blonde girl loved her sister, compared it to how much she cared for her own sister. Though Nytro had always been almost obsessively overprotective of her sister and had panicked when she first went off to college, worried for her safety. Jayde e-mailed her nearly every day though, telling her worry wart of a big sister that things were fine and how much work she had and other little stories about her days. "Someday... I'll take you to meet my mother and sister. Promise." Nyk smiled, curling her fingers with Emma's and rising from the bench.

"I love you too, Em. Even if you're absolutely bonkers." She teased gently, giving Emma's hand a little squeeze, then walking with her away from the pond, then looked at her girlfriend with a curious expression. "... and when you say "talk"...?" Knowing Emma and, likewise, knowing Nykohl, there certainly wouldn't be just talking going on. "I hate getting interrupted." That was the truth, especially when the little brats barged into her office when she was on the phone or in the middle of something important. She just wished she could lock them out on those occasions.