Owner	Pose
Lightning Lad	The knock at the door is one she has almost certainly expected. How do you hide from a telepath. He's avoided her, but everyone knows. THey have known longer than he has. He's finally going to do something about it.     Garth is turbulent by nature; strong emotions tumble and churn within him. He taps at the door, trying to do it quietly. His sigh is soft. He's nervous.
Imra Ardeen	Imra does a quick mental "look" to see who's out there, and then replies telepathically. <<Come in, Garth.>> Her room is orderly, precise; everything in its proper place. She's sitting at her desk as he comes in, idly tapping away at her computer.
Lightning Lad	He enters. Garth pauses, and then shuts the door. He sorta stomps on over to her. Literally stomps. "Imra. We gotta talk."     It is force of habit as he gently puts one thing on her desk out of position. Just a little. Just a tiny, small, angled bit. His thoughts are stormy. Troubled. Scared? His right arm has a twitch in the bicep.
Imra Ardeen	The blonde arches one slender eyebrow at the stomping, and can't help but look amused as he moves her desk arrangement about. She smiles a little. <<All right? What is it we have to talk about?>> It's hard to do those kind of talks with a telepath. She probably already knows. But hopefully she's being private enough to not go looking. She slides her chair back a bit, turning it to face him and crossing her legs, as she indicates the other chair in her room.
Lightning Lad	He's messed up over something. He's just stormy. His shoulder twitches, and there is a soft, slow push of breath from his lungs. He slowly offers her his left hand. It is a quiet, sincere, but forceful, troubled gesture. "Come here. You know what I am here for."
Imra Ardeen	She stands, and walks over closer. <<I don't make a habit of going around poking in people's heads, Garth. If you have something to say, just come out and say it. It's fine.>> Her mental voice is soft. She stands, taking his hand with her own gloved one. <<I don't bite.>>
Lightning Lad	"I kinda hope you do." He meets her gaze. Garth gently pulls at her, to attempt to pull her close. His 'fake' hand attempts to caress her cheek. He brushed his teeth just for this. Twice. He's really going to do this? He pauses to give her the chance to avoid it. "Come here." His voice makes it pretty clear what he means.
Imra Ardeen	She could draw it out, but there's no reason to, and ultimately, Imra's not a cruel girl. She steps up to him, and will give him the opening he's looking for, tilting her head a bit.
Lightning Lad	$tit's not a bad kiss. He's scared. The connection is immediate. He's not good enough. HIs 'new' arm trembles and his lips caress hers. He is -so- scared. about this, and it's chewing him up. His lips graze hers, then allow it to deepen, pulling her close, pressing them to her a little desperately. His 'original' hand holds hers like he's sure she will vanish.
Lightning Lad	It's not a bad kiss. He's scared. The connection is immediate. He's not good enough. HIs 'new' arm trembles and his lips caress hers. He is -so- scared. about this, and it's chewing him up. His lips graze hers, then allow it to deepen, pulling her close, pressing them to her a little desperately. His 'original' hand holds hers like he's sure she will vanish.
Imra Ardeen	Which, of course, she doesn't. Vanish, that is. She'll handle it the easiest way she can. With the contact so close, it's more work to keep someone out, than let them in, so she does just that. She relaxes her mental walls, and brings him into her mind with her...a unity of thought. There's no need to be scared, because in that moment, he knows everything she feels and she knows everything he feels. She's not going anywhere.
Lightning Lad	If she tells anyone, he will be embarrassed. Relief. She feels his fear break into relief. He is in love with her. He's -so- unable to process that. He's loved her for years. Never wanting to ruin it. Never wanting to risk it. Never wanting to be vulnerable. Not ever again. His breath gasps against hers, and the kiss deepens. He'd pull her closer if that was possible
Imra Ardeen	The meat's just a shell. They're already as close as they can be, thanks to her telepathic link. She kisses back, her lips soft, almost surprisingly so for someone often regarded as one of the more reserved Legionnaires. And her love is there to be felt too. Slowly, carefully, she begins to reestablish her basic walls, sorting /them/ into /him/ and /her/.
Lightning Lad	The kiss is fierce for just a moment. Just a brief instant, as if to let her know she doesn't need those, but then he eases off, and as best he can he lets her separate them back out.     He doesn't know he is crying. It's a surprise to him. He doesn't need to say it. She knows. She knows everything. every unworthy, horrid, small, petty thought. "I love you." He promises. Garth trembles a little, very vulnerable right now. He hates being weak.
Imra Ardeen	She reaches up, gently dabbing with a thumb at the tears, the cloth of her glove soaking it up. <<And I love you.>> It's warm, candid, and backed by emotion. And then, with amusement, she adds <<So now you can stop moping around.>>
Lightning Lad	"What do we do about it?" Garth asks her, resting her forehead to hers. "Please don't say nothing, Imra. I've been all torn up. Brainiac all but threatened to yank me from duty." His hand on her cheek remains there, He brings her hand over with his 'original' hand to rest her hand over his hammering heart.