*If you know them, then I don't own them. They are Marvels. I'm just borrowing them. I promise to clean and polish them before I return them. NO money is being made. Try as I might, I can't get anyone to even slip me a quarter. Damnit! *
He entered the war room and took the seat directly across from her. There was just something about the Cajun X-man that made her green eyes wander over to him. Was it his body? His eyes? Or his sexy grin that made her eyes stay locked on him? Scott had begun addressing the team about an important up coming mission they would be embarking on. Her eyes briefly wandered to Remy's lips. The lips she wanted on her own, on her body, tasting every inch of her, driving her mad. Her eyes left his lips and focused on his hands and fingers. The hands she wanted to undress her, caress her, and intertwine with her own. The fingers she wanted to run through the red strands of her hair. She played the scenes in her head of him undressing her, kiss her from head to toe, caressing her, running his fingers through her hair, and finally entering her. Slowly at first causing her to twitch and grind her hips. His fiery eyes stared deep into her blazing green ones, as if he was viewing her soul. Then he picked up the pace. Moving in and out of her faster and faster, finally pushing her over the edge to her…..….
"Hey honey are you alright? You look kind of flushed."
The green eyed beauty shifted her gaze to the man at the head of the table," Yes. I am just fine".
Scott Summers glared at the man that his wife had been staring at for most of the meeting and suddenly wished he had a truck. A big truck. A really big truck.
A/N: Oh, ho! Am I evil or what?? Mwhahahaha! Hey looky there, I wrote something that wasn't rated G or PG. Please don't look so shocked. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste. So I thought I would share. I got the idea for this short story from X-men # 1.
Jean: "I must confess, infuriating and arrogant as Gambit can be... those eyes, that grin, the body-- it takes a girl's breath away."
Scott: "Oh, really? When next the opportunity presents itself...remind me to drop a truck on him."
Xavier: "Cyclops."
Scott: "A big truck."
Xavier: "Cyclops!"
Scott: "A really big truck."
Xavier: "CYCLOPS!"