Welcome to Cheating Heart! This is the second in Marina Black and James Brummett's stories from the Long Way Home universe. This story can be read alone although some of the events and characters from our story The Long Way Home do make appearances! We sincerely hope you enjoy reading as much as we did writing! So please, read and review, we want to hear from you.

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James & Marina

Please note: This story is rated M. If you are not over the age of legal consent in your country, we advise that you take caution in reading (yes, even in this first chapter).

A heavy sigh rumbled from his chest as he collapsed on the chair his young tenant set out for him. "I'm sorry, lass, that's how it's got to be. I've been in this business a long time, too long..." Brushing a strand of his matted, sweaty hair from his face, he folded his arms. "You've done good work around here, been the model for good house guests, I must say. I've never even seen you have company, Laura." He leaned over and patted her shoulder, "But once I'm gone this place will be owned by a corporation...and they don't accept rent in mended clothes." A sparkle of tears shone in his eyes as he stood, "You have six weeks to pay up or...or they'll evict you. I'm sorry, lass."

Laura listened in horrified silence as her elderly landlord, Mr. Butler, came to tell her the news. She was being evicted; more than that, she was being forced out into the open. For nearly ten years she had evaded Weapon X, she had kept herself underground. By working in her apartment building and paying any way she could, in odd jobs and under the table trade, she'd been able to sustain herself...but no longer. Times were changing. As he let himself out and shut the door, she remained staring at the walls around her.

For ten years she'd called this place and…she'd never had another home. Love and tender care had been put into painting these walls, repairing the windows that overlooked street vendors. The apartment was old but well cared for; she had spent time and sweat making it a place she loved. And now, in a few short weeks she'd be forced to leave if she didn't come up with six hundred dollars a month. The big question remained: how? Laura was a hunted woman; she would never be able to get any kind of respectable job that would sustain her rent let alone food and utilities.

Staring out the window, she let the faded darkness calm her senses. The sun was drooping low in the sky, the vendors were packing up...and the prostitutes were coming out for the night. Eyes widening, she watched as a girl no older than a child strutted down the street, stopping in front of one of the vendors. She watched as the man slipped her a wad of bills; then she slipped her hand beneath his shirt as they walked down the avenue together. Laura had no delusions that he was taking her for a nice dinner and a movie; they were going to have sex, something she had never tried...but she was more than familiar with living in an apartment with thin walls. She could sell her body...she didn't need a social security card or use her real name if she didn't want to. And if she wanted to evade capture, to continue to stay alive...she knew what she had to do.

After taking a shower and donning the tightest pair of jeans she owned, Laura scrounged through her closet of second hand clothes for something that would entice men. Certainly flannel work shirts, t-shirts, and a sweater vest were not going to do the job. Finally she gave up and grabbed one of her white t-shirts; ripping off the bottom of it she made a makeshift belly shirt that at least flaunted her thin abdomen and the strong muscles beneath. For the rest, she'd have to use her feminine wiles, whatever those were. Brushing out her hair, she applied a smattering of makeup before walking out of her apartment with nothing by the key. There was a bar down the end of the street...maybe that was a good place to start. First she'd meet a man and then she'd demand her price...

With her life as it was, she had nothing left to lose.

Obsidian eyes watched the gathering of people dressed in black. The professor, Charles Xavier, sat in his wheelchair beside the podium as his brother, Alex Summers, gave the final eulogy. Scanning his eyes left and right, not that anyone could tell, Gabriel watched the gathered people wipe tears from their eyes, the occasional woman crying on a friend's shoulder. Just to the side of Xavier sat a casket, an American flag resting on top of it. And inside that…box was his oldest brother, Scott Summers.

Gabriel had been with the X-Men for all of a year. It had been Scott who'd convinced him to stay. At the time, neither knew that they were related. It had taken some coaxing to get the Professor to fess up about their origins; it had taken a pretty nasty fight to get the man to come clean. When they discovered that neither was capable of physically harming the other with their powers they became suspicious and demanded the truth. Charles had relented and told them that Scott was one of Gabriel's long lost brothers. It had been...shocking to say the least. But they could see the similarities, at least physically. Both were in prime physical condition, both were handsome to the point where they could easily be models, and both were mutants with energy related powers.

Scott had introduced Gabriel to Alex, the middle child, soon after. Together the three were unstoppable. Scott was a brilliant strategist who always had a plan and a back-up plan for every scenario. Alex was the daring and reckless one, willing to throw himself in the way if it saved a life, a perfect reflection of his loose, care free attitude off-duty as well. And Gabriel…well, he was raw power. He was a one man wrecking crew and pity for the guy who got in his path. With omega level powers, he was virtually unstoppable…no one had ever suspected that all it would take to bring the mighty Vulcan to his knees was the loss of a loved one.

Scott had given Gabriel a chance at a new life; his old one had been filled with loneliness and heartache. The three brothers had bonded like no one thought possible. They spent almost all their time together, making up for the twenty-eight years when they had been torn apart after the plane crash that had separated Scott and Alex from their parents. It was only natural that Gabe took this death harder than anything else. He felt truly guilty for the role he'd played in his beloved brother's death. Gabe had turned down the mission to recover from a badly dislocated shoulder. He couldn't help but think that if he'd been there he could have saved Scott. It was a foolish thought, but he figured he was allowed at least that much in his grief.

Before he knew it, people were coming up to him and Alex, leaving their sympathy and condolences with the brothers. Gabe hadn't even realized that the funeral was over and they were lowering the casket. But he couldn't take his eyes off the wooden box now. Closing his eyes, Gabriel took a deep breath; he had to get out of here. It was suddenly too much for him. He couldn't breathe there. It felt like the world was closing in around him. When his eyes opened again, they shone with the fire of a thousand suns. A burst of fiery orange energy encased Gabe's body and he rocketed into the air. He needed to escape.

Gabe didn't even realize that he'd stopped flying until he found himself standing in an alleyway. Walking out, he realized where he was. There was a bar on the corner that Scott loved to take him and Alex to. After a mission or on a boring Saturday night, Scott would herd them into his sports car and buy the first round of drinks.

Sighing softly, he stared at the neon sign that read "The Cheating Heart". Well, why not? It could be one last hoorah for his brother, a drink in his favorite spot. Gabe's hands dropped into his pockets as he headed off toward the bar. The bartender, who knew them as regulars, would probably ask where Scott was. He could explain it all…it shouldn't hurt too much after a few drinks.

After all, he had nothing left to lose.

Several minutes were wasted standing outside the Cheating Heart. The place was quieter than other bars in the area, calmer...they had fights a lot less frequently than some of the newer 'upscale' bars. The entire place was wood paneling and smoky glass; it was like a taste of New Mexico right in the heart of the most active cities in the world.

New York City was a town founded on immigrants and this establishment was no different; the owner and bartender—a man from Portugal in his late fifties—had taken painstaking care to keep his bar in the best order he could. Everything was polished wood and cleanly washed...it almost felt like something out a movie when she walked in and was greeted with smiles and nods. Making her way over to the bar her eyes caught on a young man downing tequila shots like a pro. Except, he didn't look like a pro doing it; when he tossed back a drink some of it splashed on the bar, some on his suit, and the face he made looked as if he just swallowed his tongue...but he was handsome enough and, on second inspection, she saw his wallet bulging in his pants pocket. Damn, she hoped he was looking for someone tonight...and with the way he was drinking, she had a sneaking suspicion he was. Smiling at her luck, she sat a few seats down from him. "I'll have what he's having," She said softly, looking over at him beneath thick lashes. And so it began...

Gabriel had quietly explained to Manuel, the owner and bartender of the Cheating Heart, about Scott. For his sorrow at losing such a wonderful customer, and Gabe's sadness, he had been giving Gabe drinks for half price all night. He'd tried to give them to him 'on the house' but Gabe refused. He knew alcohol was expensive and he would feel like he was cheating Manuel out of his living. Gabriel was a man of honor if nothing else, and Scott would have frowned at his taking drinks for free just because someone had died. The again, he also would have frowned at how Gabriel was getting himself six sheets to the wind in a bar on a Wednesday night. But right now that didn't matter to the youngest Summers brother; all that mattered was that he could drown the pain. When he heard a female voice say she would have what he was having, Gabe looked over and smiled. She was pretty...well at least he assumed she was. His vision didn't want to cooperate with him at the moment and she kept slipping out of focus. He'd have to run a little energy through his blood stream later to sober himself up and burn off some alcohol. Until then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out some cash, "Her drinks are on me Manny."

Smiling, she stared into the fathomless blackness of his eyes. "Thanks, babe," She purred and sidled up next to him, careful to tease him. She didn't touch him like the whores who went right for the goods; rather, she let their arms and legs brush against one another. Meanwhile, she took a sip of the tequila and nearly choked. Damn, with enhanced senses, drinking something that stung so awfully going down was not a good idea. "On second thought, I'll just have a soda...root beer on the rocks." Maybe it was childish, but she wanted her faculties intact when she took a man home...at least the first time. "I'm Laura."

Gabriel smiled and grabbed her discarded drink. He had paid for it after all, right? Knocking it back quickly, Gabe turned to her again, "Gabriel Summers, a pleasure to meet you, Laura." Damn, his speech was starting to slur. Closing his eyes, and shaking his head, Gabe sent a bit of energy running through his veins, boiling some of the alcohol out of them. It hurt, and he couldn't hide the wince that sprang from his mouth, but it was worth it. When he opened his eyes again, he was not so drunk any more. "Sorry about that, much better now." His skin was slightly flushed from the heat of the energy burning off the alcohol, but other that, there were no signs he'd done anything at all.

Watching him intently, she smelled a crackle of electricity in the air as he turned to her. Was it some sort of bodily reaction? No, most certainly not. She'd never smelled anything like that before. Looking into the blackness of his eyes, it struck her...he was a mutant; all the signs were there, outward mutation, differences in smell. Well, it was better than screwing a human she thought; at least she didn't have to worry about using her powers to protect herself if worse came to worse. "Gabriel, that's a beautiful name..." Damn it, she was horrendous at this. She had nothing sexy to say, she felt like a fish out of water...she'd seen seductions before, sure, on television...but it was nothing like actually sitting here and doing it herself. It was lucky she hadn't decided acting was her calling. "I'm sure the pleasure will be all yours..." There, that was kind of sexy, right? Biting her lip, she reached over and placed her small hand on his leg. She could smell the sadness on him almost as strongly as the stringent soap and maleness that was only him. He...intoxicated her, even more than tequila. She almost lamented she had met him before all of this began and she wouldn't have to give herself to him for money...if only. But there was no use hoping, "What brings you here tonight?"

Gabe smiled at her words. She was smooth. And was that her hand on his leg? She didn't look like one of the whores, so maybe she was just a lonely girl looking for a friendly face. Well, far be it from a Summers to leave a lonely girl stranded. Her question however, brought out the memories again. He looked down into the empty glass and then up at Manny, who nodded and gave him another shot. After quickly knocking the shot back, Gabe turned to Laura and smiled sadly. "My brother died. He liked this place a lot and was one of Manny's favorite customers. So…I'm here for one last go-round at his favorite place. It's kind of a last hoorah for him."

Although she couldn't gauge his emotions by his eyes, she had the ability to sense emotions with her nose. He was sadness and pain embodied; she felt her heart ache for him. "I'm sorry, I'm sure he was a wonderful man." Was it right to take advantage of a drunk, grief stricken man? Then again, could she afford to be tossed out into the street with nowhere to go? Besides, he needed comfort...and she could give him that, she hoped. "Let me make it all better," She whispered, leaning against him. "I can make you forget for one night."

Gabe nodded when she commented about Scott. "He was the best…bravest I've ever met. And that's saying something in our...line of work." He'd almost given too much away there. Stupid alcohol was coming back with a vengeance. He'd have to swear off drinking after this. Her suggestion left him curious though. She wanted to take away his pain? Make him forget? How did she intend—oh…he'd never done that before. There'd been times he wanted to but Scott had become the voice of his conscience. It wasn't right to partake of that most intimate of acts unless it was love. It should never just become another thing to do. But…did that really matter tonight? He was hurting, and she was willing it seemed. "How do you intend to make me forget?"

"He sounds really special," Laura said softly. She felt a pang of sadness in that she had no real family to speak of. She'd been spawned, the creation of science...not of love. Closing her eyes for a minute, she took a long drink of her root beer and let her eyes do the talking. She had expressive eyes, or so she'd been told. Her landlord, Mr. Butler, told her once that she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and he had no idea why she wasted her time helping him around the apartments when she could be married to a Yale boy and squeezing out dozens of kids by now. Oh, if he only understood why she couldn't...she couldn't get too close to anyone. Maybe this trade was perfect for her; pleasure without attachment, money in spades...she couldn't even contract the grotesque diseases they talked about in the magazines; her healing factor would kill them. Leaning in closer, she put her lips right near his ear, close enough for him to feel her tickling breath on his neck, "For a reasonable commission, I'll make you forget for the night...I can make you feel good, I promise you."

The alcohol from the tequila was already kicking in again, enough to make his hearing start to go. Her words were mingled, or altogether misunderstood. All he heard her say was, "I'll make you forget for the night..." The rest was lost. He blushed a little. Oh, what to do, what to do. He knew Scott frowned on this kind of thing. But surely, wherever his brother had ended up, he'd understand; Gabe just needed someone to take the pain away. And no one was able to take this kind pain away without messing with his brain. The last person who'd attempted that found out what it was like to be in an energy overload induced coma for two months felt like. Facing her, Gabe said nothing. He merely nodded, then stood up to pay Manny. Once the tab was settled, Gabe looked at Laura once more. "Can we go to your place? I, uh…my roommates wouldn't like a...an outsider in their midst." He didn't know how else to put it without giving away more than he should, or outright lying. And Gabe hated liars.

Well, he was drunk...but he had said yes. She felt nervousness and hope welling in her chest as she stood beside the sturdy wooden chair as he paid the bartender. The man seemed to be watching her, frowning; Laura didn't blame him, she was taking advantage of a broken man. But then, she'd be more than broken if she was forced from hiding into the waiting arms of Weapon X. She'd be a killer again, a brainless assassin, and a tortured woman. Threading her arms around him, she helped him out of the bar; the last thing she needed was for him to fall down or pass out on her. "Sure, my apartment is just up the street." It was...strange. She was bringing a man home for the first time...well, ever. She wondered why his roommates would think her an outsider...but nonetheless, she couldn't have anyone interrupting her work. She needed this money, she needed him. "Careful," She said as they made their way through the door and to the rusty old elevator. "We're almost there..."

Gabriel was glad to have her holding onto him. He didn't really need the help, but it felt nice to have someone to hold him. It seemed to leave him feeling more grounded and helped him find a comforting place before he lost it completely. It was a little strange that she made him feel comfortable given what they were going to do but it eased him up a little. He doubted he could go through with it if he felt uncomfortable anyway. As they reached her apartment, Gabe looked around the hallway for her to get the door. It was…a bit run down. This obviously wasn't the ritziest place in town. Then again, what did he care? It wasn't like he'd be moving in soon. Although he'd already decided he was moving out of the mansion, there were just too many memories there. With the held of he had procured an apartment in Soho and he'd already done all his change of address stuff. All he needed was to move his stuff over there. But he supposed that not everyone was being financed by one of the richest men in America, so her slightly shabby apartment was not that bad. He'd probably be living someplace just like this if Xavier hadn't insisted on taking care of Gabe's living arrangements.

Unlocking the door, she was more than glad to be away from prying eyes. Some of her neighbors were extremely nosy, she was sure that bringing home her first male houseguest would cause some chatter tomorrow. Drawing the drapes closed and switching on the lamp in the living room, she stood awkwardly, her hands knotted at her side. "Can I...can I offer you anything? Maybe you'd like a glass of water or something to eat?" How did this work? Did she walk over to him and throw him onto the couch like in some sort of pornographic movie? Did they strip one another down and make love on the bed? No, it had to be somewhere in between. "You want to get this over with?"

Gabe brought a hand up to his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was getting sleepy again. The alcohol was going to knock him out if they didn't do this soon. He could burn some off again but that hurt like a bitch, despite his high pain tolerance, and he didn't really want to have to go through that again. Especially since he didn't have a healing factor so there was a high risk of toasting something on the inside, "I'm gunna crash if we don't do this soon. The Tequila's messing with my system." Best to be honest, although Scott wouldn't like that; then again, Scott wouldn't like anything he was doing tonight. He knew he should at least make some attempt at going about this right. Walking over to her, Gabe smiled and ran a hand over her cheek. "You know, even with eyes that want to go out of focus like a poorly shot horror movie...you're a very beautiful woman."

Thank God, he was taking the initiative. "Alright, let's do it then." She said softly as he told her that they better do it soon or risk him not being able to perform. Slowly he moved toward her, carefully tottering to her side. Despite the fact that she wanted to harden her heart, she felt herself soften as he touched her and told her she was beautiful. Without another word, she grasped his wrist and slowly led him to her immaculately clean bedroom. When they reached the door she slipped her arms around him, her mouth seeking his. Being so small compared to him, she was forced her stand on tiptoe, her body rubbing against him as she tried to keep balance. "Take me," She whispered.

Gabe placed his hands on her hips as she sought to kiss him. Fearing she might topple over while trying to stand on her toes to make up for the almost a foot height difference, Gabe lifted her off the floor to make it easier for her. What surprised him, she looked no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Yet she felt like an easy two hundred. He chalked it up to muscle and too much alcohol. Muscle did weight more than fat and didn't distort the body as much unless you were a guy or on steroids; the alcohol must've weakened him somewhat…it sure had weakened his resolve. Taking a few steps toward the bed, Gabe let her go to fall on her back on it. His hands came up and took off the black suit jacket before starting to work on loosening his tie.

Gasping, she marveled as he picked her up easily. She knew that the adamantium that laced her bones was not light, that he could pick her up with ease shocked her. However, he didn't carry her too far; he laid her back on the bed, her near-black hair fanning out beneath her as she looked up at him. She felt a rush of heat burst through as he began to undress. Following suit, she pulled the rest of her ripped t-shirt off, her eyes locked with his. God, she hadn't expected to want to have sex with him so badly; if whoring was like this she'd have no problem with the trade. Standing, she began undoing the little white buttons on his shirt. He was drunk; fumbling with buttons wasn't where he wanted to spend time. While she undid the buttons she let her hands run over his taught muscles and down over his stomach to where her proximity had caused him to begin to respond to her. Good, he would be able to perform after all…

Gabe smiled as she took off her shirt, and began to help him with his. Finally the tie was gone, and he worked on the buttons, fumbling every now and then, from the top down while she moved in the reverse. When their hands met in the middle, he grasped hers and pulled her up against him once more, placing a kiss to her neck. He wasn't by any means sure he was doing this right; after all, he was a twenty seven year old virgin, there wasn't any more sexual experience he had than a fumbling seventeen year old. It all felt a little awkward to him. He was mostly going off what he remembered from one of the porno films Bobby had become famous for watching; Gabriel had caught him more than once enjoying a movie on his portable movie player. If those guys could do things like that to women and get reactions like they did, even if the girls were paid to do it, then they must be doing something right. So, copying what he remembered shouldn't be too far off base then…should it? Pushing that thought from his mind, Gabe ran his hands down her arms and kicked off his shoes while moving to kiss her where her jaw met her neck.

Arching back, she gave him the access to her body that he desired and she craved. His skin smelled wonderful, like soap, a soft manly smell and something that reminded her of home. No, not Weapon X, but something so warm and soothing that it had to be home. Wrapping herself around him, she let her fingers work at the button of his pants, letting her hand rub him ever so gently. She'd seen aroused men before, she'd smelled them too...but she'd never wanted one of them as badly as this. He was large, she noticed, and she fleetingly wondered if all of him was going to fit inside of her. She was a small girl; there was no doubt about that. But then, girls younger and smaller than she had been having sex for millennia...she could do this. Working his trousers down his legs, she left him there in nothing but his underwear. God, they had to do something and soon or she'd burn to cinder there in his arms.

Gabe stepped easily out of his pants as he continued to kiss her neck. His hands moved up over her shoulders. He pulled back after a while and then dropped his hands to her jeans, she had been gracious enough to relieve him of his pants… he could return the favor. It took a slight fumble to get the button undone, but once it was open, the zipper was a piece of cake, and he picked her up once more to slide the denim material down her shapely legs. She was in nothing but her bra and panties, and he was enjoying the sight. Of course, this served to sober him up a bit as he realized this was really happening. Swallowing a bit, Gabe looked her over again. He'd never done this before, and he suddenly found himself very nervous. He hoped she didn't notice.

As he divested her of the jeans and let his eyes roam over her body, Laura felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. No, it couldn't be him that was nervous, she thought; he was a very handsome, well built man and he probably had women all over him. It must have been her own nervousness coming out about having sex for money. And yet, she didn't really feel nervous; she just wanted him...badly. Letting her own hands do some exploring, she began to press feather light kisses to his chest and shoulders. The smell of sex rose in the room, filling her senses as she moved to lie down again, pulling him on top of her. She needed him to relieve the ache building inside of her...she didn't know how he was going to do it, but he had to do it…and soon.

Gabe allowed himself to be pulled down with her as she decided that the bed was a fine place to be just then. He agreed. After all, he didn't think it was wise to have his first sexual experience standing up. What if was trying and his legs gave out? What then? Would he fall over on her and hurt her? No, much better to be on the soft bed. His mouth met hers again as soon as they were down, and he allowed his hands to roam a bit over her hips and up her sides. As his right hand neared her breasts, he stopped nervously and pulled back. He should tell her. After all, he didn't want to make a poor showing and have her thinking that he was just plain lousy at this, even though he might be. At least he wanted her to know that his was his first time, he wasn't used to sex of any kind. He was certain that even if he was terrible, he'd get better with practice. Right? Wasn't that how all things worked? Licking his lips and trying to return moisture to his suddenly dry mouth, Gabe began. "Uh...Laura...I," Oh god this was harder than he thought it would be. He knew he just needed to get it over with. "This, uh...is my," Blushing noticeably now, Gabe dropped his eyes to the floor, "This is my first time." Well...that wasn't so bad, aside from the horrible humiliating feeling he had welling in his throat. She'd probably laugh at him. After all, she was beautiful, she probably had to beat guys away with a stick to get some alone time. Well, he wasn't calling her a whore or anything, but that's how it usually was for pretty girls. He'd seen how Bobby was around them. It was probably true.

Laura kissed him, his erection brushing against her sensitized flesh causing her to moan softly. God, he was killing her slowly from the inside out and she yearned for it so badly. She nearly protested when he pulled away slight before he moved to touch her breasts; she wanted him to touch her everywhere, to fill her. As he began to speak, she looked into his eyes and marveled at how beautiful they were. Her mind was already clouded by she felt her heart speed up as he told her he was a virgin. "It's my first time too," She whispered, she hands coming to smooth his hair, to comfort him. Grasping his hands, she kissed each one of his knuckles before she slowly led his hands to her small, pert breasts. "Let's learn together..." Her was voice was low and husky as she leaned in, kissing him deeply on the mouth.

Gabe was shocked. Well, he'd be a hypocrite of the worst kind if he said that wasn't possible. He had been told but not a few of the female portion of those who stayed at the mansion, that he was a veritable god with his physique. Come to think of it, a few guys had told him that too. Shaking his head briefly, Gabe smiled at Laura. "Okay, we'll learn together." Allowing her to place his hand on her breasts, over the material of her bra, Gabe made a soft kneading motion. His mouth was found by hers once more as he rolled over, dragging her on top of him. He did need to get the bra off her after all, and he suspected that would be a tad difficult if she was lying on the clasps. His left hand snaked around, but found that it was too difficult for a first timer to do one handed. After his right hand joined it, he soon found it difficult altogether. But he was a Summers, he never backed down. Keeping his eyes closed so she wouldn't see his eyes light up as he accessed his powers, Gabe tapped into what little telekinesis he could and used it to undo the bra while making it seem like his hands were doing the job. Once it was accomplished, he let himself return to normal as he pulled the material away from her body. He broke the kiss again to look at what he'd uncovered, and could only smile. He'd seen naked women before, in videos of Bobby's, or in the med bay if Hank needed help and he was the only one around. But that was altogether different. The former wasn't real, it was just film and the latter was a strictly medical situation that usually was only because someone's life was on the line. This...this was sexual and he loved it, "Like I said before...beautiful."

Closing her eyes, she relished in the feeling of electrical shocks running from his hands, to her breasts and then down to the pit of her stomach. She ran her small hands along his back, her lips leaving a wet trail down his neck, his chest and mouth. He tasted like strong alcohol but in her hazy state of lust, she didn't even mind. Wetness built between her thighs and rubbed against him as best as she could with their panties in the way. Speaking of panties, he was eager to get her bra off and she couldn't blame him; she wanted to feel his fingers on her taut nipples without the ugly cotton between them. Effectively straddling him, she felt him loosen the clasps and let her breasts plump as they rested against her chest. Pulling the scrap of material all the way off, she pressed her body to his. She loved hearing she was beautiful to him; he made her feel beautiful. "You're beautiful too...you're not like anyone I've ever met." Arching against him, she brought her hands down to slowly drag his underwear away from his body, releasing his strong erection from its cotton prison. She wanted him inside of her, taking her. Moaning again, she kissed him again. She needed this, she needed him.

Gabe smiled as she removed his boxer briefs. They weren't what most guys would wear, he assumed, but they were practical for his line of work. After all, he was one of the few X-Men who didn't wear leather, preferring to keep his suit skin tight the cut down on wind resistance while flying. It would be a pain to have to smooth down boxers for an hour and then be embarrassed if they bunched up. So, this is what he wore or what he had been wearing before she divested him of the item in question. He was blushing again, this was the first time any girl who hadn't been assisting in treating some of the injuries he sustained in battle had seen his naked like this. And he was certain it was the first time he'd been aroused when near a girl in said state of undress. His hands moved to her panties, and began to push them down, only stopping for her to adjust her body so that they could come off without getting caught by their bodies touching. God she was beautiful...in fact, that word didn't even accurately describe what he was seeing. She was small, yes, and her breasts weren't large but they fit her. She had a lithe little body that almost seemed to hide a dangerous violence to it and for some reason it turned him on even more. Reaching up, he brought a hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair and pulling her back to him. His lips met hers once more in a desperate need to be with her.

Sweating underneath his hot gaze, she felt her body tensing as he brought her panties down achingly slowly. Kissing him again, she relished in the feeling of their naked bodies so close together. She wanted him badly, worse than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. "Take me," She whispered, her eyes meeting his as she began to rub against him, "Take me now." She didn't know when she had become so brazen or how she knew what she wanted so clearly...maybe it was being feral. She saw, felt and heard in Technicolor, everything was so bright, so wonderful. She just wanted to share it with him, all of him. She let out a tiny whimper, her hands coming to feel the length of him; he was silky and tense under her hands. God, she couldn't wait until this was inside of her, filling the void within her.

Gabe groaned at the feeling of her hands on his length. Her hands felt cool as hot as his body was burning just from the excitement of this situation. It was a wonderful feeling that fire and ice. It certainly turned him on more. At her urgent pleas for him to finally get to what he had been hoping for since the bar, he smiled and rolled her over onto her back, settling himself between her legs. Lifting up on his arms a bit, he grabbed his member with one hand, and slowly aligned it with her entrance. He teased her a bit by rubbing the head long her folds for a brief moment, before slowly starting to push in. He heard this hurt a girl the first time and if she really was a virgin like he was then he hoped it didn't hurt too much. And he was certainly worried that he wouldn't fit, she was tiny and he...wasn't. He could only assume that his size would add a bit to the pain. She felt warm and smooth around him. She was tight and it added a bit of friction to him, making it require only a little effort to sink into her deeper. When he felt a resistance inside her, he could only assume that this was the spot, he'd hurt her now. Capturing her mouth with his once more, Gabe pushed and felt it give way after a moment. With a moment to let her breathe, he slid all the way home.

Laura arched against him; the feeling of his thick member teasing the silken folds of her sent another burst of fluid from inside of her. Dear God she was sure that she was melting inside...her body was preparing for him inside of her. And when she did, she felt her panting breaths stop for a moment. The feeling of his pulsing veins inside of her was exquisite; he went slow enough that her muscles had time to stretch to fit his girth. Kissing her again, he wrapped his arms as he pushed past the barrier that would stop him from taking her. Sucking in a breath, her arms tightened around him; she felt a moment of pain before pleasure washed over him. Feeling a burst of pain for a mere second, she moaned. "I'm fine, make me, finish me...oh, please, Gabriel." Kissing him again, she relished in the feeling of him inside of her. If she didn't know any better she was sure that she was in love with him...nothing had ever felt this way before. It had to be something special...then again, for the right price, anything could be special. She knew she'd have to remember that. But for now, all she wanted to remember was his sweet mouth on hers and the feeling of him inside of her.

Gabriel could only oblige her, she felt so good around him that he had to move or he felt his brain might explode. He took a slow rhythm, trying to figure out the mechanics of this. It was a little awkward at first, but he soon found a pace that he was comfortable with and seemed to be good for her, if the sounds she was making were any indication. Reaching down, he placed a hand over one of her breasts, rubbing the nipple in what he hoped could pass for a teasing manner. He arched his back as he lowered his head to her other breast, wondering if they might possibly taste as good as they looked. He quickly took the nipple into his mouth and began to play with it using his tongue and a little bit of his teeth.

The feeling of him inside of her, rocking slowly, forced the slow ache inside of her to become an electrical storm. She panted and whimpered, her head thrown back as his mouth left hers to tease her taught nipples. It didn't take very long, the over stimulation of her body caused her to break apart. Her orgasm ripped through her, squeezing him tightly inside of her, milking him for all he was worth. She gripped him so tightly she was sure it caused him pain. All she knew, though, was that she wanted him close to her, his body flush against hers. But most of all, she wanted him to fill her. It was a strange thing to crave and to ache for but it didn't feel strange...it felt wonderful.

Gabriel smiled at the sounds she was making under him. If she kept this up...oh there it was. As Laura reached her orgasm and clenched around him, Gabe felt himself slip over the edge. He probably could have gone for a little longer but she was so tight around him and when she squeezed him like that, it was too much. He groaned and locked his lips to hers while he felt himself release inside of her. It was the best feeling in the world.

He remained that way with her for what felt like an eternity before he slumped to the side and looked up at the ceiling breathing heavily. "Wow!" That was all he could say. Two conflicting thoughts raced through his head then. He felt guilty for allowing himself this pleasure when Scott had died and been buried that same day. The other thought, if it always felt this good...why the hell had he waited so long to feel it? Gabe turned his face toward her to get a look at her reaction. He wanted to see whether she had enjoyed that as much as he had. "So...was that as good for you as it was for me?" He had a stupid smile on his face, but he didn't care. He was just thrilled…but he was also still very drunk.

Laura felt herself come again, tightening harder as he poured his hot seed within her. For what felt like ages he poured into her, filling her to the hilt. It was several hours, or so it seemed, before he withdrew and fell to the side, his breathing heavy. She had to agree, that certainly was a 'wow' sort of experience. Looking up at the ceiling, she let her hands come to rest on her belly as she breathed deeply, "That was...wonderful." She pulled the sheet up over her and closed her eyes, "I can't believe it was like that, I've been missing out."

Laughing very softly, she rested against the pillow, "I hope it was worth every penny..." Looking over, she realized that he had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep. Leaning over him, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, "Goodnight Gabriel and sweet dreams." Scooting down, she rested against him, her body melded against him as she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her as well. Maybe being a whore would work out in her favor after all...after all, if every man was half the lover Gabriel was she'd easily be able to tolerate the trade. Even if none of them loved her, even if they meant nothing to her...it could pay the bills, she could survive. Laura Kinney was starting over fresh, creating a new life.