Colors by Eve-the-Charlotte
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, and probably never will.
Pairing: Jamie/Rahne (Multiple Man/Wolfsbane)
Note: This is set about six years after the series ends, so Jamie is 18, and Rahne is 19, I believe.
Red
The wolf in her relished at the sight before her. He was bound and bleeding, red on his lips, around his manhood, and dripping out of the various gashes on his body, marking him as hers. After observing this, she untied him and rested, relishing in the afterglow. It was great to be Rahne Sinclair.
Orange
He thought she looked good in orange, that it accentuated her natural curves and brought them into focus. She thought it made her look fat. Whenever he tried to voice his opinion on the matter, however, he got a one-way trip to unconsciousness. This was because she had a large orange frying pan, to settle disputes on such orange-related matters.
Yellow
"Hey, Rahne."
"Yes, Jamie."
"If the sun's really white, then why do little kids always color it yellow?"
"Jamie."
"Yes, Rahne."
"Shut up."
Green
Jamie liked drawing people. His favorite thing to draw, though, was Rahne's eyes. When asked why, the answer was always the same.
"Dude, you have seen her eyes, right?"
Blue
Rahne stared at him. He stared back. This staring contest continued until she said, "Why, Jamie, I never knew your eyes were blue."
Indigo
Indigo was the color of Rahne's favorite scarf. This scarf had many purposes. It was used to keep Rahne's neck warm, to protect her books from the rain, to pull her hair back, to use as a belt, and to silence Jamie with. However, Rahne's favorite use for it involved Jamie and her bed, more specifically, the bed post.
Violet
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yah-huh."
"No."
"Yes."
"Nyet."
"Da, it-"
"Nope."
"Would you just-"
"Not believing it."
"For God's sake, Jamie, violet is the same as purple!"
". . . . No."
"ARRGGGHHHH!"
Black
He sighed, why did Rahne talk him into this, why? Again, he sighed dramatically as he stepped out of the bathroom, removing the towel from his scalp.
"I was right," she said, walking up to him and fiddling with a strand, "your hair does look better as its natural black."
White
She was wearing white. He couldn't believe it. She knew how it made him when she wore that color. And she was wearing a maid's outfit, too! A skimpy little all-white maid's outfit, with an apron and everything.
Upon seeing her boyfriend's eyes darken with lust, Rahne grinned wolfishly at Jamie and said, "Happy birthday!"
Grey
All she could see was dust, thick, grey clouds of dust filling the sky. And all she could hear was a shrieking of "Jamie! Jamie!"
Brown
She didn't like brown. It reminded her of deceit. Because Jamie wore his hair and eyes that color, so he'd be less recognizable, more able to blend in with the crowd. So, Rahne did not like the color brown. Not at all.
Pink
Jamie stared at the little pink indicator on it. He was not comprehending it. They were so young, too young for this. He could feel her stare burn into his back. So, he said the only thing he could think of, something that wouldn't tip the scale either way.
"So, we'll be having a baby around soon, eh?"
Finite.
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