"Are you here?" Hank McCoy asked as he slipped into the library. It was ten past midnight, the moon shinning softly through the windows. He sighed and ran a paw like hand through his blue fur. Adorned in his loose lounge pants, a red robe and slippers he looked around the darkened library. A soft giggled echoed lightly through the atmosphere, causing a smile to come to his lips.
"I must comment on your choice of clothing." A gentle feminine voice said. Hank turned around and saw a faint woman browsing along the bookshelf. "It is quite interesting." He chuckled and sat himself down on a comfortable chair. The woman that was browsing was indeed beautiful. Her hair was always plaited in a long braid down to her lower back. She wore a long dress with sleeves and a slightly dipping back. Like always her skin glowed a pale blue, almost transparent.
"Lovely to see you also." Hank chuckled leaning back and crossing his legs. The woman stopped and gently pulled out a book.
"The Phantom of the Opera." she read, opening the cover and looking at the title page. "Have you ever read this Hank?" The blue mutant just smiled lightly and shrugged his massive shoulders. To him, she was always curious and so easy to talk to. She didn't judge him by his appearance, but by his heart. That was one of the many things she liked about him.
"Me?No, but it is a popular novel about our female students." he said. She nodded and walked towards him with a lightly swish in her hips. Sitting down in the couch across from him and crossing her graceful legs. Between the two was a long coffee table that was littered with students forgotten work and a chess board."You haven't told me your story yet." She laughed softly and set the closed novel in her lap.
"And what story is that?" she asked. Her voice was playful and like that sang sweetly in his ears. Hand leaned forward and moved a pawn two places, starting the game they played every night. Once in a while she would beat him, but only because he was to caught up in either her beauty or conversation to know what was going on in the game.
"Aw come now Becca." Hank chuckled, watching her intently as she moved her pawn. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. Oh how he wished he could reach out and touch her, just once. "You promised me a while back." Rebecca gave out a hearty laugh and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Dr. McCoy." she bantered, "I do believe that sounded a bit childish." Hank laughed. Oh how he admired her wit and charm. She was so light hearted and made him feel so normal. And her voice, like a personal drug to him that made him just want to spend more and more time with her.
"Oh Miss Deubay, you should know wouldn't you." The woman leaned back and recrossed her legs beneath her dress. Her arms rested on the couch's arms. While drumming her fingers she stared at her opponent with a dazzling smirk that made Hank's knees go weak.
"If I was not dead, I would be two years your senior sir." she retorted teasingly. Hank chuckled and looked at her, his eyes filled with laughter. The ghost gave him a saisfied grin when she took his freshly moved knight.
"I'll make you a deal." Becca said, twirling the ivory chest peice between her fingers. "I will tell you part of my tale if..." she stoped the peice and leaned forward. "You teach in that tomorrow." Hank threw his head back and let out a booming laugh.
"My dear," he said shaking his head. His lips curved into a smile that he couldn't help but do as he gazed into her eyes. Her beautiful beautiful sapphire blue eyes. "that is a lsightly insane request." Rebecca Deubay stood, taking the book and holding it close to her chest.
"be that it may, but that is the payment I will take." Her eyes were sparkling as she started to head to the door. He wasted her go, his eyes tracing every curve. "Good night Hank." she whispered. As she dissappeared, her voice continued to ring in his ears. That night when he went back to sleep, she seemed to haunt his very dreams.