Gawain was not sure if Sam would kill him for doing this in the jet, or give him a promotion. Either way, that was not very high on his list of concerns right now. Becca, behind the mask of being a teammate, was also a girl, of the soft and attractive kind, and a guy did not have to be particularly single-minded to notice that.

They were both already half out of their clothes, which added some extra speed to the whole.. experience. It did not take much for him to start loosing the concept of time, or surroundings, for that matter. There were fingers in his hair, and a soft body pressed up against him, and it was getting much warmer than the alcohol.

Pulling her away from the wall, he peeled away the rest of her uniform, blindly guiding them towards the bed in the back of the jet, originally designed for the transportation of wounded teammates.

Good thing no one was wounded.

FTB

Rebecca was not sure exactly how far they were going, but as the kissing escalated, she was starting to realize neither of them were hitting the brakes. Soon, Gawain was pulling away her spandex, which was like being released from a cocoon, while leaving her feeling both new and incredibly vulnerable.

Things moved to a new place, and the rest of the night was a blur of... new things.

FTB

Rebecca's body was overheated, and her breath was just starting to return to normal. Her head was filled with blurry images as if she was returning from a dream. Reality faded back into focus, and she was pressed, her soft body, against Gawain, draped over him like a blanket on the bed.

With the night now returning in vivid color, Rebecca opted to postpone a freak-out, and instead placed her head on Gawain's manly chest, leaving a soft kiss. "Was last night a mistake?" she muttered. She did not want him to confess feelings he did not have; she just wanted confirmation that there was nothing wrong with what they did.

Gawain was swimming in and out of comfortable, warm sleep and decidedly colorful consciousness. He was aware of a warm body next to him, which brought back memories he preferred not to remember right now. The warm body was moving; Becca was awake.

>>"Was last night a mistake?"

Gawain blinked himself awake and turned his head to look at her.

"Yeeaaanaaaah... it depends?" he muttered, trying to look confident "I mean... we were very drunk."

There was a harmless statement.

>> "Yeeaaanaaaah... it depends? I mean... we were very drunk."

It was not the answer she was hoping for. She truly accomplished what she expected in shattering her "good girl" image. She thought she would feel... dirty, but in Gawain's arms she was surprised to feel... sexy.

She shrugged the worries off. "Meh, we're two single adults." Or close enough to adults to justify the excuse. "'Sides, maybe Ah needed that." There was something about being desire by someone new that made her... confident? Hopeful? Whatever it was, it was something she needed.

"Sae you were my first guy." The milestone was surprising, considering she was fairly certain a week earlier she would never be adding that achievement to her collection. "And Ah think... yeah, Ah'm definitely bi," she decided with a sheepish grin, forfeiting unto him the compliment.

>>"Meh, we're two single adults."

"That we are" Gawain agreed, glad that the conversation was not going the awkward way it could have gone. Becca had the right attitude.
It was interesting to be a single adult.

>>"'Sides, maybe Ah needed that... Sae you were my first guy. And Ah think... yeah, Ah'm definitely bi,"

Gawain chuckled and pressed a kiss on her nose.

"An' I'm definitely still into chicks." he noted, for the record. Being subtly complimented by a girl was always nice.

"Yeah, I think we both needed this." he sighed, looking around inside the jet "I don't think it was a mistake."

>> "An' I'm definitely still into chicks."

Rebecca chuckled; it was nice to know she was not so terrible she ruined the established reputation of her entire gender. Was that really a compliment though?

>> "Yeah, I think we both needed this. I don't think it was a mistake."

Hearing Gawain admit that relaxed Rebecca's muscles a bit, (including her core muscles, which were still a little sore from new experiences.) Her mind was still on a new developing worry influenced by her inexperienced compared to Gawain. "Meekly, Rebecca asked, "So, um, was Ah... er, was Ah good?"

After a small beat, she added, "Coz you were good. And Ah hope it was, well, fair."

>> "So, um, was Ah... er, was Ah good?... Coz you were good. And Ah hope it was, well, fair."

"Stop it" Gawain smirked, swatting her on the head playfully. The gesture ended up being more like a ruffling of her hair, but it was the thought that counts.

Women and their problems.

"You got nothin' to be ashamed of." he said, looking at her. After all the crap she had been through, she probably needed to hear that "Plus... well, I'm less experienced that ya think I am."

That was all Sam's training. Reputation does rub off on people.

>> "You got nothin' to be ashamed of. Plus... well, I'm less experienced that ya think I am."

Rebecca was somewhat surprised by Mirror's claims of inexperience, possibly because she was under the assumption that all people were more experienced than her. "Oh. Well, glad we could gain some experience together," she joked. Clearly if she was equating sex to video games, Akshay was having too much influence on her.

Rebecca yawned; the night's activities and liquor drained what energy she had left. Sleep would come soon. "Ah dornt think Ah drank as much as Ah thought. Ah wouldnae want tae forget Budapest, Ah think."

There was another yawn. Rebecca rested her head against Gawain's chest and rested her eyes. Surely, there was no harm in tha...

>>"Oh. Well, glad we could gain some experience together... Ah dornt think Ah drank as much as Ah thought. Ah wouldnae want tae forget Budapest, Ah think."

"I don't think we've got anything to complain 'bout for the amount of alcohol" Gawain chuckled. When you stopped to think about it, this one night stand had turned out better than anyone could have expected from two drunk X-men on a jet.

"I think we should... Becca?..."

Oh hell. Usually guys were the one supposed to do that.

Gawain slipped off the med bed and retraced their stumble, picking up clothes as he went. The first aid kit had aspirin in it. Hallelujah and praise the lord.
He'd have time to remind her to get dressed when they were back in the Mansion docking bay.