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“Good! Because I wouldn’t even allow it.” She stated matter-of-factly. She was growing ever increasingly giddy. She was no longer attempting to hold her sexuality over the boy. She was simply just excited, she had never been treated like a princess before, even if it was all just an exageratted joke on the boys charms. “Are you sure you’re a true gentleman?” She tried to seem all coy while she spoke, but to be honest it was hard when you couldn’t stop grinning like a damn school girl. 

Another bought of chuckles came over her. How did she know he was going to say the Kitchen? She chalked it up to be a guy thing. “Yeah, besides the Kitchen, although that place is pretty happening.” It was true, she hadn’t seen so much food at such a high variety in years. The kitchen was her first stop when she first arrived to the Institute and it had been her area of preference ever since. She visted it at least three or four times a day. Sometimes just to gaze lovingly into the fridge for a good while before sadly parting with it. 

It wouldn’t have mattered to her even if it was a line because the moment he said she’d have to hold onto him—hell she didn’t even need to hear the reasoning—her arms were already wrapped tight around his neck and her torso was pressed against his. Temperance admired his warmth for a few seconds with her eyes closed, seemingly drifting off to some sort of dreamland before they snapped open again and she pulled herself off of him. “Wait, no. You should carry me Princess style!” She laughed with another bright grin while her hands found stability upon her hips “You know since you’re so princely and all”

If there was one thing he could be sure of about Temperance, it was that she was definitely entertaining. She made him laugh. And sure, he embarrassed himself royally in front of her because of his nerves and such, but she never really mocked him in a hurtful way. So he found himself smiling. To feel so openly accepted without any sort of prejudice was nice, warm even. It even helped that such a good thing was coming from a pretty girl. “Ah, that’s me, the gentleman known as Kurt Wagner.” His shoulders shrugged a bit. 

His entire body tensed in surprise when she had her body pressed against his and her arms around his neck. It was something he was certainly not used to, being held onto like that. Language was temporarily lost for the blue male, mainly English, and then his native German. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek lightly, fangs scraping just so. He only relaxed in posture when she moved away, eyes wide in shock from her actions. At the time, he realized, his mouth felt really dry. While it lasted, though, the quick embrace had been quite the wonderful and new experience for him. 

But he managed to gain some of his mind back after a moment. He was a prince, after all, and princes didn’t stand there with blank looks on their faces just because a lovely woman had been against him. A prince charmed said woman and swept her off her feet—literally, in this case. Kurt grinned, just a bit, before chuckling under his breath. “Alright! If you say so.” The blue mutant easily swept her up in his arms, holding her in the famous carry from cliched fairy tales and weddings. A small and mischievous smirk appeared on his face before he spoke again. “Close your eyes. It’s going to be a bit bumpy.” 

He waited until she obliged to concentrate on the spot—the rooftops—before the hall was filled with the familiar sound of his abilities:

BAMF! 

(Source: kurtbamfwagner)