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Most people were not exactly pleased to find themselves plucked from home and dropped into a new, strange, and dangerous world. Those who were pretty pleased had one thing in common: in one manner or another, they were getting laid.

Needless to say, Angelo is quite pleased with Kansas at the moment.

It doesn't mean he likes the country, though. He's a city boy through and through and Snow Valley had been bad enough, with the nearest Metropolis a few hours drive. Kansas? Post-apocalyptic Kansas? Not so much with the good or fun or interesting.

But there is a boat. And a giant rock bunker. And also a big hole in the ground. None of which are quite as good as, say, a mall or a movie theater or a club, but still something to wander around outside the Cooper house and look at.

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Hey, Ange.

Here's the girl (http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z214/peahenironybath/Cameron.jpg) you're getting laid with.

Bracelets jangling as she waves and wide grin apparent on her features, it's hard to mistake her for anyone else.

Especially because how many girls do you know who greet you with bright, slightly lewd smiles like that?

Just one, really! It's why Angelo, after a moment taken to find the bracelets, is leering right back at her, turning to face her. Just in case she wants immediate kisses, of course.

"Que pasa, bonita?" he greets once she's close enough. This is utterly rhetorical if she would prefer kisses, of course.

"Pretty good," she replies, because she's not quite in range for kisses yet.

--there, now there's that fixed. Have some kisses, Angelo!

After a suitable interval: "Good to see you again." With her arms circling his waist, because what's the point of being Inanna without casual physical contact? Especially while wearing that.

And what's the point of being Angelo if physical contact isn't answered with returned physical contact? Especially if it's lewd physical contact, like his arms around her and his hands placed conveniently on her ass.

And kisses, of course.

"You, too," he replies, and it's utterly true. "Whatchu doin' today?"

"Nothin' much."

Grin!

She's not quite blatant enough to pull the 'you, if you play your cards right' line. But she's thinking it.

There's only so much bluntness you really need to use when you're already slept with someone a couple of times.

Which doesn't stop Angelo from looking at that grin for a minute before deciding it's positive, but give the boy a break. He's still getting used to the idea that she finds him attractive.

And taking advantage of it, too, as much as is possible.

"I was just lookin' for something to do, myself," he begins casually, adjusting his height to make sure he's a little taller than she is. (Pride is a dangerous thing when it comes to men - especially teenage ones.) "Got any ideas?"

What's the phrase? Ah, yes--

"I suppose I can think of a thing or two, at that."

This grin invites him to assume that the things she's thinking of are not to be discussed in a public place. It further invites him to come and do them. Preferably in someone's bedroom, although alternate arrangements can be made.

Inanna does so love her expressive grins.

Angelo's getting to love them, too.

"Your memory's better than mine," he points out, still smirking, and his hands are wandering up her back. Partly to touch, partly to see if he can figure out how to get the dress off before they even get to the room. "Can we just pretend I've been obtuse enough already an' get to the fun part?"

"I'm good with that," she says, kissing him and leading him--

Towards Shay's boat. Hey, it's where she sleeps. And somehow Inanna doesn't think it's wise to make too much of a habit of screwing in some unknown person's bedroom.

Or in the public rooms. There's only so long that can really carry a sense of danger with it, too, and Angelo's not sure where they could find a junkyard around here to tempt fate with the security guards.

(though that was fun, too, at the time.)

Angelo grins and follows along like the dutiful young man he is. "Definitely starting to love Kansas."

"I can second that," Inanna says cheerfully.

From somewhere in the back of her mind, Iris stirs.

(...good God, are you feeling okay? This is the same dude from yesterday!)

(I can go for seconds if I want.)

Seconds, thirds, fourths... Angelo's perfectly fine with a buffet. And, for that matter, has yet to come looking for Inanna himself.

Like he said, they're not exactly picking out curtains, and he's just fine with that. When you're "prematurely grey," stretchy, and not visually attractive (if, apparently, mentally), you do not really have the right to be picky.

Even if he was picky, he wouldn't say no to Inanna. It's way too much fun to ignore arguing in favor of getting into the boat and picking her up with IMPRESSIVE MUTANT STRENGTH for more kissing.

(it has nothing to do with Inanna's current body being small and slender, oh no.)

...impressive mutant strength, Inanna decides, is AWESOME.

Also, she's so glad Iris picked a nice comfy room very close to the makeshift staircase, because it makes it all the much quicker to get there.

:D?

:D :D :D

Comfy rooms are even better. They make flopping down and rolling around with someone else that much more comfortable! Even through the mock fight of who gets rolled beneath who!

It's quite the mock fight, but Inanna eventually lets Angelo win.

She's good like that.

He wouldn't have been disappointed if he'd lost, either. Which is pretty obvious since once he's got his shirt off, he's rolling her on top of him so hers is easier to get rid of.

Also, she doesn't have jeans to worry about. Angelo's glad that Inanna recognizes it's all about the access.

Inanna: :D!

For her part, yes, she really was wandering around in nothing but a flimsy white nightdress. Absolutely no shame, that woman. None.

She's sure Ange approves.

Angelo happens to think that shame is for pansies and is glad to find that Inanna is not one. Not at all.

Sadly, she'll have a hard time convincing him to give up his jeans and wifebeater for a nightgown of his own.

...now that the narration is finished giggling quietly to itself, it would like to suggest that perhaps there's something about the fact that her body is rarely her own that makes her more inclined to show it off.

Regardless, Inanna is rapidly deciding that the abovementioned buffet option as regards Angelo is a damn good idea.

Partly, that's what makes "spending time" with Inanna as interesting as it is - not that Angelo isn't grateful for any physical contact at all, when it comes down to it, but when he's slept with her several times and she's been in a different body every time, it's definitely a new experience to have a woman that feels utterly different from the last be moving and speaking and reacting in the exact same way the last did.

...Angelo likes it.

A lot.

Idly, Inanna realizes she's never had him in her own (well, Iris' technically) body.

Inner shrug.

So many others to choose from, after all.

She wonders what he'll think of it if she switches midway through.

Only one way to find out (http://www.actressarchives.com/display.php?img=33930&return=%2Fmilla%2F)!

Well, it takes a minute, see, because he's a little close to her face at the moment. And while he's being a good boy and actually looking at her face, grinning even, it takes a second for him to realize her eyes have changed color.

And her face has changed features.

And her whole body is all, um... different, er...

....proportions.

Yes.

Which is strange, but you know what? It slows him down for about half a second before he's laughing and tugging an arm tight around her to get her closer.

"Tu es tal embromar," he whispers, grinning against her neck, "y lo amo."

Inanna grins back!

She has no idea what he just said, but since she can taste that it's complimentary, she's pleased.

And makes a mental note to learn Spanish.

(This whole extra language thing is really kinda hot.)

Angelo is partly aware of this, which is why he tends to throw English right out the window whenever they're-- er, busy.

Which would make her learning Spanish dentrimental to his powers of sexy, so it might be hard for Inanna to get him to teach her.

If only she weren't way, way too busy to follow this train of thought through to its logical conclusion.

As it is, however, if she's going to think of that bright idea she's going to do so some time from now.

Rather a lot of time, in point of fact.

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