It was at this moment he thought

Her lips were to blame. She had kissed him with them softly at the end of a Friday night out the warm skin of her mouth barely touching the stubble of his chin as the stood face to face on the institutes front porch. He knows it was meant to be plutonic, a peck on the cheek between friends but that small action had stirred something within Remy, revived what he believed had long since buried.

When she pulls away he feels the light tickle of her silky white hair as the wisps slide over the sides of his face. Out of reflex the mans hand lifts to catch the falling strands and it all he can do not to take a hold of them. At this distance he can take in the weather goddesses scent, a classic mixture of warm vanilla, sandalwood and a third fragrance uniquely storm. The aroma is intoxicating and fills Remy's belly with a hunger he can not describe and his head with the question as to wether or not she tasted as good as she smelled.

At that moment his lust for her was no longer a flickering thought but a full blown obsession. He hadn't ,meant for it to happen but in truth the danger was always there. Ororo was a flame and he was a match that had gotten too close. Now that the fire was lit none of these facts mattered all he knew was that he wanted her and no one else. This was over a week ago.

Remy was an ex theif but at that moment it was time to get out of retirement, the prize in mind a certain weather witch