Disclaimer: No, I don't own them and anyway, you'd know if I did; I'd marry Remy..or Scott…or Logan…hell, maybe even Ororo….This is just something I wanted to try outside of the X-men universe. No powers, just some unusual pairings and good ol' fashioned drama.
**********************************Prelude******************************************************
The blazing orange of the setting sun flowed across the horizon, reflecting off the ocean waves. Red, green, yellow and black strips of cloth stretched across the shoreline; giving the New York beach a distinct island feel.
Monolo blond tims sunk helplessly into the sand as Ororo precariously made her way to the crowded bar. Her baby blue eyes just spotted her latest interview at one of the barstools; a tall, muscular brown skinned Adonis. A smile slowly spread across her face as she fully appreciated his fine physique.
"And here I thought this man was a producer", she thought out loud. As she glided across the sand, countless suitors approached her; all of whom were gently turned down.
"Hullo" she purred as she elegantly teetered over to the empty stool. Her eyes met his dazzling smile (which reminded her of a much slimmer, more muscular Barry White) as he replied to her greeting.
"Miss Monroe", came a deep reply as he boldly took her hand and kissed it, " had I known you were this beautiful, I would have agreed to do this interview in a more…intimate location."
She lightly laughed as she said, "Well Lucas, I did not think it would interfere with your…performance" She smiled as she continued, "because I need you to pay special attention to all the...intimate details."
"Well then Miss Monroe" he said as he stood and extended his hand, "some place a little bit more private then."
She raised an eyebrow at his statement as she placed her hand into his. "Lead on. Oh and please, call me Ororo."
Across the beach they moved, away from the throngs of people dancing to the bass heavy music, far away from the singers and rappers on the stage gyrating to their own hypnotic beats. She laced her fingers through his as she learned closer against the soft velour of his light brown jogging suit. He looked at her as he placed his arm around her shoulder so she wouldn't sink any deeper into the sand. They rounded the corner of the never-ending shoreline until finally, the couple came to a hidden alcove. Ororo looked up at the starry sky as she took a seat on the beach.
"Beautiful." she whispered as she fell back on to the sand. The waves crashing aginst the shore produced a calm and serene lullaby, coaxing her to an early slumber. She took a deep breath and then sighed as she sat up and remembered what she was here for.
"So Lucas" she began as she shrugged out of her jacket (which matched her tight as paint indigo jeans), "Are you a lover or a fighter?" Lucas watched her with quiet appreciation as her garment fell to reveal smooth flawless brown skin, a startling contrast to her stark white mane and carolina blue eyes. He yearned to see the rest of that glorious body, which was unfairly concealed…plus he wanted to see if that really was her true hair color. However ,that wasn't what he was sent here to do. He had made his move and all he had to do is give him proof that she was still alive...and hope she would be none the wiser…
For now, he would give her his "story" about his tortured love with passion and conviction.
She removed a tiny cassette player from the inside pocket and pressed record.
He walked over to her and took a seat beside her. As he stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankle he began to weave his tale.
