>> "Who said anythin' 'bout driving? This baby fliiies!"

Rebecca wanted to give Maya a proper thwack for being a silly pain in the butt, except there was an underlying fear that she would miss and look like an idiot in her own right.

>> "I think we're stayin' the night, if that's okay with ya. Rather not crash the jet, Sam doesn't like me that much."

It was for the best; if drunk-driving was a huge safety hazard, drunk-flying-an-advanced-high-speed-jet was just inviting death, doom, and brimstone. "Ah have nae issues with it." She looked around briefly and muttered to herself, "Nae that there's much place tae sleep..."

Rebecca unfastened her chestpiece and allowed it to slide off her body and to the floor. She sighed with such relief, one would have assumed she was just freed from a personal prison. As she enjoyed her new freedom by stretching in her spandex, she eyed a clock on the jet. "Hmm, th' bar clock musta been slow." At the bar, she remembered seeing the time closer to 11:45. "It's already midnight!" Maybe that was the true definition of "time flies when you're having fun."

>> "Ah have nae issues with it. Nae that there's much place tae sleep..."

"Yeeeah" Maya frowned, dropping the jacket on a nearby seat and kicking off her boots "Ya can sleep on the med cot in the back, and I'll sleep on one of the seats. Here's to hopin' they recline..."

Boots fell to the floor.

>>"Hmm, th' bar clock musta been slow. It's already midnight!"

"Yeeah, I know." Maya nodded. The familiar itching-tingling sensationwas already spreading through her body. Damn time zones and all. "Um, ya might wanna... turn. Also, could ya grab my bag with Gawain's stuff in it? Thanks."

Clothes fell to the floor one by one in rapid succession; Gawain really did not want to get stuck in bra and panties...

>> "Yeeah, I know. Um, ya might wanna... turn. Also, could ya grab my bag with Gawain's stuff in it? Thanks."

Maya seemed to be feeling her change coming any second, which was a feeling Rebecca could not fathom? She never asked what the transition felt like, or if it was painful or nauseating or instant. It was probably an event that Maya kept to herself for the most part.

Which meant actually witnessing it would be rare and special.

Rebecca spotted the bag in question. With newfound excitement, she picked it off the ground and tossed it at her teammate. Rebecca plopped herself down on the ground, hastily removing her boots and gauntlets, but keeping herself facing in Maya's direction.

"Nope! Ah think Ah can handle it," she assured in a singsong voice. It was possibly rude, but alcohol did a lot to justify being rude in the name of curiosity. Maya was not exactly working hard to cover up, quite possibly because changing in front of another woman was nothing out of the ordinary for anyone who spent any time in a gym changing room. It was also possible that Maya was more concerned with playing beat the clock with her special body mechanics.

>>"Nope! Ah think Ah can handle it,"

"Ya little perv" Maya muttered with a smirk, catching the bag and opening it up. This was kind of a hazy area on so many levels. Girls got undressed in front of girls but did that still apply if one of the girls was about to turn into a boy, and was also into girls, and pretty drunk, and...
... screw it.

Maya turned her back to Becca as she finally untangled herself from the female underwear, trying really hard no to blush.
Oh come on you big baby. We are teammates. This is practically a locker room.

Grabbing Gawain's pants from the bag she put them on, fighting the dizzyness that was the combined result of alcohol and wide-awake shifting. Once the pants were ore or less on, Gawain finally slumped against the wall of the jet and slid down into a seat, breathing heavily as the last waves of the shifting finished their work. When he finally caught his breath and the goosebumps disappeared, he turned to give Becca a look.

"Show's over."

>> "Ya little perv"

Rebecca let out a melodramatic gasp, but she was too tipsy and amused to be offended. The clothing changing process was quick, like she was watching her friend tear off fabric made of acid. In no time at all, Maya was done with her girl clothes. For a brief period between underthings hitting the floor and new pants pulling up legs, Rebecca wrapped her arms over her face, (her mouth, not her eyes of course,) hiding the blushing that came from seeing only the second non-her female body of her life.

The pants just managed to get past Maya's butt, (Goodbye, butt!) as (s)he was slouching into a chair and the process went into full swing. The process was quick but surreal. Watching as body structure shifted, shoulders widened, soft breasts melting into a male chest, and before she knew it, Gawain was sitting with her.

"Woah." Rebecca rocked herself forward and somehow returned to her feet. She approached the young man and, (with the respect for personal boundaries only found in the intoxicated,) she poked his chest. "Daes it... erm, hurt?" Immediately after the process, Gawain seemed out of it. Rebecca could not imagine undergoing a shift of that nature each night.

>>"Woah... Daes it... erm, hurt?"

Gawain swatted at her hand lazily with a smirk.

"Only if ya poke too hard."

Becca was by far not the first girl who had seen him shift, but it was still awkward somewhere. Right now, courtesy of the alcohol, it only felt like it should have been awkward, had they both been sober, which they were definitely not.

"Nah it doesn't hurt" he shook his head, running fingers through his newly shortened and already messy hair "It's just... kinda tingly. I usually fall asleep before but.. well, not always."

He looked up at the redhead, tilting his head.

"Ya're starin'."

>> "Only if ya poke too hard."

Rebecca pulled her swatted hand back and pouted, which lasted for all of .78 seconds before she remembered how impossible it was for her to make a straight face in her current condition.

>> "Nah it doesn't hurt. It's just... kinda tingly. I usually fall asleep before but.. well, not always."

"Oh." It was weird to think of all that body-shifting being nothing more than tingly. Just looking at how much broader and defined Gawain's body seemed to be, even she was feeling tingly.

Wait, that totally had to do with the transforming.

>> "Ya're starin'."

The observation took Rebecca out of her apparent momentary daze. "Hmm? Oh!" Rebecca averted her eyes right and down, meeting the sleek floor. "Nae Ah wasn'. Ah mean, well, maybe?"

Rebecca felt embarrassed like a teen who was just busted with a playboy, but she looked back at Gawain anyway. "Ah dunno," she tried to defend herself in a soft, unsure voice. "Ah guess Ah dornt usually find myself alone with... well, handsome men wi' no shirts."

There was probably some social etiquette to maintain in that particular situation, but Rebecca would not have known it sober, much less drunk. And under the influence, her hand was apparently far more likely to slowly reach out, pressing itself against Gawain's chest. "Sorry..." she said, though her hand remained.

>>"Hmm? Oh! Nae Ah wasn'. Ah mean, well, maybe? Ah dunno, Ah guess Ah dornt usually find myself alone with... well, handsome men wi' no shirts. Sorry..."

Gawain grinned, Becca was definitely as tipsy as he was. And she was doing the opposite of sorry. Looking down at the hand on his chest, he boght himself some time to pull a straight face, with minimal success. Looking back up at her, he kept grinning.

"Yeeah, I'm still a guy ya know."

Less attractive than a girl, definitely from their mutual perscetive, even though Gawain as a guy was more handsome than Maya as a girl. Pushing himself off the seat he stood, looking down at Becca, arching an eyebrow.

"Got enough of the touchin' yet?"

>> "Yeeah, I'm still a guy ya know."

Rebecca was not sure if Gawain was teasing her or... okay, well, he was teasing her. Still, she was a bit distracted. "Yeah, Ah'm realizing that..." Her voice drifted off at the end, as her hand moved up to his shoulder, and further to his bicep.

>> "Got enough of the touchin' yet?"

It was probably appropriate for her to leave Gawain be so they could resume being goofy, giggly teammates stuck in Hungary. She was already probably weirding him out with her zoned-out studying of him.

And yet...

"...What if Ah say no?" Her mismatched eyes met his, devoid of jest. Appropriateness had been off the table since the bar.

>>"Yeah, Ah'm realizing that...What if Ah say no?"

Oh now it was on. Somewhere in the back of his mind Gawain knew this was a bad idea, and it would come back with a punch on top of a hangover the next morning. But being drunk is called being drunk for a reason.

"Ya really don' know how guys work do you." he sighed, the smirk still playing on his lips

>> "Ya really don' know how guys work do you."

THAT definitely did not sound like the "no" or the "when we get home, I'm filing a restraining order" that Rebecca was prepared for. Instead, it was... a challenge.

Rebecca Stephanie Grey was not one to oppose a challenge.

Her sincere face faded into a tempted grin. "No Ah dornt. Ah thought you were listening at th' bar." She had a basic tutorial with Vicente, but she knew she was signing up for something beyond Boys 101 with Gawain.

Rebecca's free hand moved to Gawain's other shoulder, and both hands skimmed his surface until they crossed behind his neck, leaving her arms looped around him, pulling her closer into him. With a daring whisper, she requested, "Show me?"

>>"No Ah dornt. Ah thought you were listening at th' bar. Show me?"

Aww hell. He was in it now. Like it or not it had gone too far, touching and whispering and all. Becca was a lot less timid than he's expected her to be. Seriously, she needed to figure the girl/guy thing out. Things were too confusing as they were.

By the time Gawain got to the end of that train of thought, his hands were already on her waist.

"This is a bad idea..." he muttered as he leaned closer. Even the strongest X-men have a breaking point... and Gawain was definitely not the strongest.

>> "This is a bad idea..."

It was. Rebecca was supposed to be all bark and no bite, but the whiskey apparently packed enough bite for her. She was in a fragile state, just out of a relationship. What on earth was she doing getting herself involved with a guy she barely knew? Where could that possibly even go?

Maybe that was the point. She thought everything with Agnes was going somewhere, and that blew up on her. Maybe it was time to worry less about where she would go and just do something for the sake of it. "Who said it wasn't?"

His arms were around her waist, and she could feel her blood rushing and her heart pounding. This was happening with a boy, and it was no test run.

If she was going to kiss a boy, she wanted the experience she always expected; he had to make the move. "Jist shut up and kiss me..."

>>"Who said it wasn't? Jist shut up and kiss me..."

It definitely was, on so many levels, Gawan did not need Becca to confirm that. Then again, there was stuff in the other side of the scale too. Stuff like "rebound". That was a new one for him. Also, as far as the Gawain side of things, there were also... five stretching years of nothing.

"Dammit to hell." leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, kind of aware it was probably her first try, or something of the sort, but at the same time still too drunk for precision.

She tasted like alcohol and a whole mix of confused emotions. Pushing her by the waist he backed her against the wall of the jet. They could both use a little bit of extra support...

The kiss was not some perfect meeting of lips filled with romance, but it was an intense affair fueled by alcohol and driven by passion and stupidity. Rebecca knew this was the type of decision a good girl didn't make.

**** being a good girl.

The "don't be a good girl" argument gained traction when Gawain seemed to take charge and press her body against the wall. Against his body... well, there were certainly differences from her time with Agnes, most of which had to do with strength, weight, and... well, anatomy.

With her body pinned against the wall, Rebecca's leg wrapped around Gawain and she internally thanked her intense training for her new-found flexibility. She considered wrapping both legs around him, but in the back of her mind, she pictured Gawain failing to keep her up and an awkward crash bringing her heated fun to a swift halt.

Rebecca's hands moved to the back of Gawain's head, her fingers running through the trimmed hair of her new partner. She maintained her intense kissing, but the corners of her lips started to curl into a smile. Short boy hair was definitely making her boy list of turn-ons.