Café Mochas and Vanilla Lattes
Summary: Ororo and Remy are forcibly sent on vacation by Xavier, I mean it's only been five years since they've had one. He sends them to Hawaii for the summer, and it's perfect for them to set up and establish an intimate and lasting relationship, or so we hope.
Disclaimer: You know, that I know, that you know, that I know, that I do not own the X-Men and I am not gaining any profit from this fictional story. This story has a bazillion of mature themes, so if you offend easily I apologize. I have not yet perfected all of Gambit's characteristics or accent so if I am off I do apologize. BTW, I have set Ororo and Gambit's age both to be pretty young, like early twenties, so hints, they will be very playful, especially Ororo. I hope you enjoy and please R&R.
A/N: I have edited this story drastically. I have combined both chapter one and two together, and have created a new chapter two. This will help assist with the fluidity of this story. Hope you all enjoy, and special shout out to all the faithful's out there that has inspired me to continue on with this story, especially Beanie McChimp.
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Chapter One
Gosh darned ketchup packets
Ororo stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, observing the three pieces of luggage full of wardrobe choices and hygienic tools. Finally after two long ridiculous weeks of packing, the task was complete. She had no idea what she was going to do with her time, knowing she did not have missions to attend, danger-room sessions to prepare, or war-room meetings to sit down and bother with. Free time, was that even a phrase? Not one she was accustomed to at least. The fact that she and Remy were going to be alone was another adventure. What kind of trouble will the two ex-thieves find themselves in? She clapped her hands together, the friction causing dust to elapse from them.
"What could Remy be doing?" she asked herself. She decided she was curious enough to go see for herself. She ventured off down the hall to his room, not even bothering to knock for permission to enter. As she opened the door, she saw the Cajun, sitting on his bed throwing tube socks into his suitcase.
"Remy?"
"Sit" he ordered, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. She did as he instructed and began pairing matching tube socks together, then handing them for him to score.
"You are such an unorganized man" she insulted giving him another neatly folded pair.
"If Remy can find it, 'den it be ok non?" he asked. Ororo giggled and used a gust of wind to force Remy to the floor, his head landing in his sloppy suitcase.
"So, can you find anything?" she asked between laughs. Remy pulled himself out of his suitcase and looked at Ororo with a smile. He ran his hands along his hair to smooth out his pulled back tresses.
"Playin' games now Stormy?" he asked with a smile. Ororo batted her eyes, her long thick, dark eyelashes seductively telling him to 'come closer'. He jumped atop of her, straddling her hips and pinning her arms on either side of her.
"Get off of me Remy" she shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. Her sides and cheeks began to hurt from the extension of her laughter, but the pain subdued with the pleasure of her own happiness.
"Non! Remy 'tink he be likin' it from dis angle chere" he said kissing her cheeks tenderly with supple, soft lips. Although, Ororo couldn't control her giggles, the mere touch of Remy's baby soft lips sent shivers down spine, and goose bumps all over her arms.
"Please Remy, stop!" she begged. Did he have any idea what he was doing to her? He backed away from her, and took his respective seat. Ororo sat up and composed herself, feeling the rush still, massaging her cheeks, willing them to relax.
"I will get you back" she declared, throwing a sock at him.
"In what way chere?" he asked leaning closer to her lips, willing her to move forward to meet his.
"You shall see" she said pushing him away. Is this what Hawaii would be like? And if so, what will be the results of this flirtatious play? Ororo did not know, and she was only excited by the possibilities. She would soon find out, what the end of the tunnel had to offer.
"I will be back" she announced, standing to her feet.
Ororo's cut off shorts revealed long never ending shapely mocha legs, those shorts hugging curvaceous hips, and a voluptuous rear. Her tiny, defined waist and sleek curved back glides up to full, ample breast, covered by a thin piece of cloth, a department store believed to be shirt. Toned and slender arms, shapely shoulders separated by a long swan like neck, carrying a diamond adorned by thigh grazing curly snow white hair. Blue crystalline almond shaped eyes slanted only at the corners, a dainty delicate nose, full supple lips made up the make-up that detailed the metaphorical diamond adorned on her body. He has never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as the woman before him.
"Where are y' goin'?" he asked.
"Just to speak with the Professor"
"Do y' need Remy to come?" he asked standing to his feet, feeling a sudden need to protect her.
"To see the Professor? No" she answered nonchalantly. She kissed him on his cheek and left after ordering him to pack his luggage properly.
Ororo didn't really need to see the Professor; she just needed to escape Remy's presence for a moment, just to collect herself. Remy LeBeau was of a different breed, no one could resist his charm, and Ororo was no exception. Maybe ,it was his mid-back silk tresses, as auburn as red river clay. Maybe his smooth buttermilk skin, his lean muscular body, the casually fit clothes only enhancing his beautiful form. Maybe, it's his smile, both white and beautiful, a spoken ad for a Crest toothpaste commercial. Maybe his red on black eyes and tasty lips, both divine and remarkable, or possibly his strong chiseled jawline, one of the many things that made his very male. She found Charles in the library, his favorite place in the world.
"Charles" Ororo greeted.
"Ororo, excited for your vacation I assume" he said putting down his book on American history, and taking his glasses off.
"Yes, of course" she said with a smile, sitting beside him.
"What are you doing down here child? Shouldn't you be packing or helping Gambit?" he asked placing a hand on her arm tenderly.
"I am finished packing, and I just left Remy, I needed a break from him" she said with a smile.
"I am sure" he said with a knowing smile. Ororo blushed, unable to look Charles in his eyes. He always knew how to stay in the know, especially with the help of his powers. Funny thing was, he never needed to probe others minds to understand their emotions, they always were thinking loud enough they could have psychic conversations with him and not even know it. Maybe coming to Charles wasn't a good idea.
"So, tomorrow is the day, are you apprehensive?" he asked changing the subject.
"No" she answered picking up one of the marbles that sat on the coffee table. "You said so yourself Charles, we need this vacation" Ororo answered rolling the small marble along her fingers.
"Yes, I did, and…"
"Ro! Oh, hey Professor. Are you two hungry? We're ordering pizza"
"Oh, no Jubilee, I am fine" she answered as the Professor shook his head no. Jubilee smiled and looked towards the group of hungry mutants waiting for her reply.
"Bobby, tell them to make a large veggie pizza for Ro and the Professor" she yelled smiling.
"We said we were 'not' hungry, Jubilee" Ororo protested.
"Yeah, you are" Jubilee said leaving the room to join the other bunch.
"Go child" Professor ordered with a sly smile, picking up his ignored book from his lap. American History on Mutant Genetic ,Traits and Theories, his favorite book since the Bible. The man loves knowledge, and will continue to fill his head with such until the day he leaves this Earth. Ororo smiled and left the library, leaving Charles in his entire pleasured splendor. Gambit came down the stairs watching the unsuspecting Ororo leave the library, thoughts thrown in the air. He snuck behind her and scooped her in his strong arms, smelling her scent of vanilla and sandalwood; this trip to Hawaii was going to be his opportunity.
"Remy, what are doing?" she asked with an innocent giggle, tilting her head to give him better access, he gladly took an opportune to taste.
"It's a trap Ro" Bobby said peaking at the playful friends.
"Excuse me mon ami?" Remy asked putting his tongue back in his mouth.
"See, he's forming his net, doing cute things to get you to like him, so he can get you right where he wants you. Then he's going to drop his net, and knowing Remy, you'll be trapped forever, but fear not dear Ororo" Bobby ran up to Ororo as Remy put her down, he wiggled his brows and continued, "I'll set you free"
"Shut up Bobby, get over here, and stop drooling like a thirsty dog" Kitty said dragging the Iceman violently. Ororo and Gambit laughed, Bobby always said thing's 'out of whack' as Jubilee puts it.
"Done wit' de packin' "he announced using his pelvis to bump Ororo's hips.
"You want me, don't you Gambit?" Oh no! She used his code- name, which meant she was seeing right through him like a sheer veil over a black figure. She swayed her hips seductively as she circled Remy, trailing her petite hand along his shoulders.
"Dat a problem?" he asked challenging her.
"Possibly for you" she said as she stopped behind reaching to lick his ear.
"Remy like dat" he said as he pulled her in front of him, bending down to her, resting his hands just above her round voluptuous rear.
"Ahem!" Gambit looked over Ororo and saw the asshole of all the assholes.
"What de hell y' want Wolverine?" Gambit asked annoyed. Every time he gets close enough to get a kiss from his (or soon to be) woman, some shit head always interrupts him, and that someone is always Wolve-fucking-rine.
"Calm down Cajun. I just thought you two needed to breathe the air and not each other" he said holding a beer in his hand as he walked closer to the two friends.
"We inside, ain't no fresh air in here" Gambit retorted, pulling Ororo closer.
"Smells fresh to me" Logan responded looking at the beautiful goddess, taking a strong whiff.
"To bad de Wolverine got ta smell it from a distance" Gambit said grabbing Ororo's hand and going to the steps.
"Not as distant as you think" he scuffed leaning against a wall.
"If it y' ain't in de woods wit' de other rodents den y' ain't smellin' Remy's fresh air" he responded stopping his quest. Ororo grabbed Remy's arm and shook her head, a fight she has witnessed one too many times.
"Come Remy" she requested pulling him to the stairs. Gambit picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, allowing Logan to get a last view of her ass.
"Remember dis image mon ami, cause next time y' see dis, it's cause y' dreamin' it"
Ororo allowed her hair to fall over her face, men can be scoundrels. She looked at her watch that read 6pm. Both she and Remy will sleep, even if she has to render him unconscious, they have a long flight tomorrow.
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On the plane to Honolulu, Hawaii
"Follow me to the restroom in 5 minutes" Ororo ordered, rising from her seat to walk to the aisle.
"Excuse me chere?" he asked confused grabbing her wrist, stopping her.
"The restroom, go in there in five minutes" she finished, returning to her quest. Remy watched Ororo enter the airplanes bathroom casually and closed the door. He sunk into his seat nervously. Did Ororo understand what she was telling him? Hell, who cares? He never questions a woman throwing herself at him, especially not Ororo. Wonder what the sudden change in her was? Maybe, she finally confessed her undying love for him to herself. 'Haaa, don't kid y'self mon ami'. He knew it wasn't five minutes, possibly only two minutes tops when he rose from his seat and walked to the bathroom. He momentarily stared at the door before opening it and walking inside, not even bothering to look at his surroundings to ensure the coast was clear. He quickly locked the door behind him, then turned to Ororo who was sitting on the sink, legs spread, and her mini skirt lifted to her waist, her thong panties a forgotten garment on the floor. He swallowed the lump in his throat, mesmerized by an image only God can create. Her thigh grazing layered hair tossed over her shoulders like a curly silk heap of tendrils and waves. She perched her lips and grabbed Remy by the collar, crushing her lips with his. She assaulted his mouth with her tongue using the defiant tool to tease him, sending shivers down his spine. She freed his should length tresses from its caged confines, throwing the bondage rubber band on the floor. His auburn hair fell around his face, framing his beauty effortlessly.
"Let's make this quick" she said seductively. She grabbed Remy's belt and quickly removed it, unbuttoning and sliding his well fit jeans down, allowing them to fall to his knees. Skilled hands lightly stroked his length, the heat pulsating from her palm to his member, causing a drip of his seed to escape the tip. She took her index finger and wiped up his seed, bringing the finger to her lips.
"Mmm. You taste better than I imagined" she purred. He walked closer to her and wrapped his hands around her thighs, sliding her closer to him for easier access. He played with her moist valley with the tip of his well sized cock, rewarded by a squirm from his teasing play.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"It's gon be a minute. Remy takin' a shit" Remy shouted. Ororo giggled and kissed Remy deeply.
"Oh Remy, do not toy" she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck. He entered within her tightened opening, forcing himself all the way. She bit her bottom lip, silencing her tempting screams. He filled her up; slowly stroking her as her body slowly customized to his fit. Ororo concentrated on the weather surrounding the plane just as much as she did Remy. With every stroke, the winds picked up, causing turbulence, only intensifying the satisfaction for them. He lifted her, and slammed her against the door, temporarily knocking the air out of her.
"Yes, Remy. Harder" she moaned. He savagely penetrated her, no longer caring about how discreet they should be, or that they could be heard outside the bathroom. Remy reverenced in this moment, and he always would. The feel of wetness, soaking his member and thighs, she compared to an ocean, just as beautiful and just as satisfying. Ororo arched her back, and began riding Remy, almost causing him to lose his footing.
"Damn chere" he moaned. She bounced up and down, silencing her moans as best she could. Remy kissed the exposed length of her neck, running his tongue along the sensitive flesh. He tightened his hold along the small of her back, ignoring the knocks on the other side of the door. She reached down and began playing with her clitoris, aggressively swaying her fingers back and forth, only moistening her already drenched area. He pumped harder, belligerently urging his own release, as Ororo tightened her muscles around him.
"Ahh…chere…Remy 'bout to cum" he moaned.
"Yes…me too" she responded, just as if they were one, they climaxed in unison, both drenched in sweat, unable to stand. After only moments of resting, they quickly dressed and one at a time, left the bathroom, and went back to their seats. Only moments after seating, a flight attendant approached them with quite a smirk.
"You two may want to take separate bathrooms next time" she said and then quickly walked away. Ororo and Remy both blushed and giggled at each other, the winds dying down.
"Remy" she called.
"Petite" he answered, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth.
"Remy" she called, now sounding more distant.
"Stormy" he answered irritably.
"Remy, wake up! We are here" she shook him, waking him violently.
"Ro" he said, reaching out to her. She rolled her eyes and continued getting their bags from the overhead storage compartment. He looked around to see he truly was on the plane, but apparently never became a member of 'The Mile High Club'.
"Remy, whatever dream you have had, it's over. It is time to get up, and help me with these bags" she ordered.
"Damn" he cursed kicking the chair in front of him. 'All dat be a dream?' he asked himself. "Shit" he cursed again. Ororo rolled her eyes once more, and threw Remy's back pack at him as she walked down the aisle exiting the plane, with him following along, sulking.
'My dick still hard'
TBC