Just an FYI, though this is set in movie-verse, characterizations/appearances are more in line with comic iterations (actually, it's an all around universe mash-up, and I ain't even sorry about it). I wasn't terribly impressed with movie portrayals of any of the characters used in this story (not knocking the actors, just...bad fits, in my humble opinion), so I don't picture them while writing them. If you see Anna Paquin and Taylor Kitsch/Tatum Channing, though, you do you.
Also...just a fair warning. These four chapters are damn near porn without plot. That's just...how it happened, guys. I mean, obviously, going off the title, you already know how they start out, and...well...yeah. Anyway, there is a plot to the series, and it's a pretty big one, but it doesn't really take off til the next fic. Lastly, there's quite a bit of, uh, strong language in this thing. Remy's gotta filthy mouth, and you'll never convince me otherwise:)
Fuck me, it's been a long day.
It's about to get longer, too, 'cause I plan on gettin' fucked in a good, hard way tonight, over and over again. Thanks to all the trouble that asshole, Logan, has recently roped me into, I ain't had a chance to breathe for the past couple of weeks, let alone get laid. Time to break this dry spell, and I'm gonna break it good. Just have to wait for the right girl (or girls?) to show up. Given that it's ladies' night at a popular place, I won't have to wait long.
I signal to the bartender for another shot of whiskey. I don't drink it immediately, though. Instead, I take a moment to sort my shit out. After all the dust settled with Logan's bullshit, Stormy'd cornered me, just like I knew she would. I'd known the very fuckin' second she'd nailed my ass to the wall with those glittering baby blues what she was going to say, and Stormy, she wasn't even gonna give me a chance to say no. Wasn't goin' to, anyway, not this time, but after turnin' down previous offers to join the X-Men, the perverse side of me insisted on making her convince me. It don't hurt that I came away with a considerably higher salary than what she'd originally offered, which is still pocket change compared to what I been pullin' down as a thief.
Yeah, that. In agreeing to join the spandex squad, I gave up thieving. The X-Men, they don't know what all that entails. Not even Stormy knows exactly what she's askin' me to do. They can't, and they never...will... whoa... hold up, now... lookit what just walked through the door...
Sweet Jesus. Average height, built like a brick shithouse, dark, wild hair, shot through with a white streak, a face to make angels cry, and long, long legs... mmm-hm, now that's a fuckin' woman. She ain't wearing anything special, just a ripped denim skirt, white shirt, and a kinda beat up lookin' brown leather jacket, and she ain't done herself up like she's on the prowl, but...damn. The things I would do to a femme like that...
I ain't attempting to make any eye contact just yet, and she hasn't even noticed me as she makes her way up to the bar. She slips onto a stool, sets her purse on the bar, orders a shot, and proceeds to sip it and fiddle with her phone. She ain't textin' no one, I can tell that much, probably playing Angry Birds or some shit, she ain't lookin' around for anyone, and she ain't watching the time like she's waitin' on someone.
I throw back my shot and get up to make my move. She's still oblivious even as I slide up next to her, completely ignoring the interested blond in the stool at my back as I twist to face her.
"'Scuse me, chere, mind if I squeeze in here long enough to get a drink?" I ask her with a friendly smile, turnin' on the charm. I decide to take the touch risk by lightly placing my hand on the small of her back as I move in. Some women don't like that, but most don't mind, so long's I keep it light and non-threatening-
"Hey!" She squawks at the contact, droppin' her phone and damn near fallin' off the stool.
Shit. I startled the fuck out of her. Oops. "Whoa, girl, sorry 'bout that, didn't mean to scare y'," I offer up apologetically, immediately pulling my hand back and retrieving her phone from the floor.
Yup. Angry Birds.
She turns wide eyes up at me, and... ohh... fuck... She's absolutely stunning up close. I don't mean she's beautiful, though she certainly is that. Naw, I mean her eyes, they just stop you short and kind of make you forget how to breathe for a second. I've always been a sucker for blue eyes, but as of right now, consider me a convert. Ain't never seen eyes so green before.
"It's alright, sugar, it ain't you, I just, uh, startle real easy," she replies sheepishly, relaxing a little.
Holy Mary, mother of Jesus who died on the cross, that accent. Just thinkin' about hearing my name all wrapped up in that drawl is a sharp, sweet shot straight to my dick. This girl is fuckin' perfect. A bit young, I usually go after 'em a little older than her early twenties, but hell, lookin' at her, I'll happily take whatever lack of experience she comes with to get that ass in my teeth tonight.
"Well now, just have to make sure I don't do that again, neh? Promise, only slow movements and soft noises here on out," I tease her, handing her phone back.
"Oh, a regular smartass, are-" she starts, then gasps, doin' a double take as those eyes finally snag on mine.
Goddammit, here we go...
She quickly recovers, remarking casually, "boy, you've got some eyes on you, for sure."
I shrug and smile at her. "See, and here I was, thinkin' something similar about those pretty green eyes of yours, chere."
She snorts up at me. "Nice deflect, there. But thank you." Then she flashes me a smile, and fuck, she's gorgeous when she smiles... what? Oh shit, she's still talkin', the hell'd she just say?
"Desole, chere, what's that?" Can't hear you when you smile like that, girl...
Her lip twitches and she gestures to her hair. "I said, as it happens, this skunk streak of mine says your eyes are alright, sugar."
Ohhh. The white streak. It's hers, not bleached. No wonder she don't give a fuck about my eyes, she's probably a mutant, too.
Just then, the bartender comes up. I get another whiskey, then turn to her. "Want anything?"
She cocks her head to the side, eyes me up for a second, then blinds me with another one of those smiles. "I want plenty, but I'll start with a drink."
I give her a good, long look and a slow grin at that, 'cause fuck yes, I'm in. "Name's Remy, by the way. And you are?"
Anna. She'd said her name's Anna.
Surprised I even remember it, because I never do, but even now, while I got that woman pinned up against the inside of my apartment door, kissing the fuck out of her, her skirt shoved up and my pants undone, even while my hands are full of those gorgeous thighs, and even with the only things between her and my dick being her panties and the condom I just rolled on, I remember her name. Usually, by this time, a girl's name has long since become 'chere'.
"Mmm, you feel so fuckin' good, Anna," I growl out against her mouth, reaching down to pull her panties aside, sliding my fingers over her clit, making her breath catch in a hiss, and I pull back so I can see her face. "Like that, yeah?" I ask, and I do it again, watchin' her eyes close to slits as she scrapes her lower lip through her teeth. She's killin' me with that look. I slip two fingers up her pussy... so slick... she's ready-
"Sugar, now, I want it now," she demands in a thick voice, her hand fisting in my hair and pulling.
Can't rightly say no to that. Still watching her face, I pull her panties way over, still rubbing her clit with my thumb, tightly grip her thigh with my other hand, and give a groan to match hers as I go in deep. Goddamn, she's wet as hell for me... dieu...
"Ohhh, that's good," she hisses at me as I start movin', and oh fuck, yes, it is, it's real fuckin' good-
"Harder, harder," she rasps, tightening those legs around me.
I go as she asks, circlin' my thumb in tighter, firmer strokes over her clit. She's already arching her back, shovin' those fantastic tits into me, digging her fingers into my shoulders, and oh fuck, she's going... fuck fuck fuck... "Anna, you're fuckin' tight... ah, christ... c'mon, come for me, chere."
"Ohhhh, ohhh, oh god, oh y-yes, like that, sugar, jus' like tha-ohh!" She yelps in my ear, raking her nails over my shoulders, her legs squeezing around my waist, all those little spasms-
I come hard, sudden, eyes squeezed shut and breath caught in my throat as I slam up into her twice, three times, four...
Goddamn... needed that... I drop my head into the curve of her shoulder, panting, and holy hell, my knees feel like jelly.
Shit, that was good...
Grinning into the damp skin of her throat, I nip at her, slowly lick her, then kiss my way up to her ear. She gives this sweet little hitch in her breath and involuntarily clamps down around me, and I suck her ear up into my teeth.
"Ready for round two, chere?"
It's late the next morning, and I'm one tired, but happy son of bitch as I stride into the War Room. Getting laid always has that affect on me, especially when I get it like I did last night. To top off the toe-curling fuck that'd happened once I got her in bed, Anna had gone on to give me one hell of a 'good morning' after Stormy's text had woken us up, and then trotted her own ass out of my place with a cheerful "it's been good, it's been fun, and it's been good fun, but time to go. Bye sugar," thrown over her shoulder on her way out. No drama, no awkwardness, she'd kept shit smooth.
"Good morning, Remy," Stormy greets me with a serene smile, already seated at the head of the table and waitin' on me, lookin' as fresh as rain and effortlessly beautiful. I swear, that woman don't know how to not look like a goddess. If it weren't for the fact that I actually gave a fuck about her, she would've been another notch on my bedpost a long-ass time ago.
"It is, indeed, a good mornin', Stormy," I flash her a wide smile, pullin' up a chair next to her. "Now, what is it that had you givin' me a wake-up call so early today?"
"You're in a good mood, I see, very chipper," she observes with a lifted brow and a knowing smile, then turns to her laptop. "I've a job for you, my friend. It concerns several of our own, those who had taken the cure."
I nod, already seeing where this is goin'. The cure's been failing more than a couple of folks, their powers coming back as early as three weeks or so after taking the damn thing. Looks like the same thing's happening for those kids Stormy's lookin' at right now, and the only reason why she'd be showin' me anything if she wanted 'em found.
Talk about a kick in the ass, neh? Take a cure and run off to play at being normal, only to have it fail and you get sucked back right where you were.
"I'm sure you've heard, there have been reports of some who had taken it experiencing the return of their gifts. Dr. McCoy has been in contact with Dr. MacTaggart since the cure was released, and both believe that eventually, all who have taken it will regain their powers. Since it appears that the cure wears off gradually, we might be able to finally help these children learn to control their powers." Storm pauses, clackin' away at the keyboard, pullin' up a file on the comm screen. "I want you to find them."
"Consider it done, padnat," I tell her with a grin. "Surprised you're comin' to me for this one, though. Figure you'd go for Logan instead. I ain't got his nose, no?"
Storm flattens her lips, opening up the file. "Logan has taken a personal leave, he left earlier this morning."
"Mm-hm," I answer, leaning back in my chair and watching as the profiles pop up with little blips of information and photos. Personal leave, my ass. That means he took off without sayin' anything to go find himself again, and Stormy's gonna fry his-
Ah, hell. You've got to be shittin' me...
Stormy's talkin', but I don't know what she's sayin'. I don't care, either, 'cause I'm stopped on the last profile. The picture ain't new, and it's terrible, worse than a driver's license shot, and the pretty little brunette (more like fuckin' gorgeous, and she's a hell of a lot more so up close, and most especially when she's naked, her skin slicked with sweat, and with her mouth opened up and loud in my ear while I'm gettin' her off) in it looks about like someone done pissed in her bowl of Cheerios with that scowl, but there ain't no mistakin' who she is.
Fuckin' Anna. Apparently once also known as Rogue, and also apparent, a former X-Man. Stormy wants me to find her, and me, I never wanted to see her again.
Goddammit...
And her power...Christ. She couldn't touch. She's in her twenties, her power probably popped up around thirteen, fourteen, and she couldn't touch at all til she took the cure a few months back. And she won't touch again when it wears off.
And now, after a hot as all fuckin' hell hook up, looks like me and her's about to be co-workers.
Fantastic. Just fan-fuckin'-tastic. All the implications and complications right there...
Heh, talk about a real bad case of shittin' in my own nest, yeah?