Chapter 1

The wind blew harshly outside as the night set in, it was apparent that the coming storm was going to be rather vicious. Two figures clamored down the strangely empty street, ducking into the warm lights of the Hawk Place apartment building. The doorman looked a tad nervous as he ushered them in.

" Are you sure about this, Ororo? "

" Yes, he said we could use it for tor a few days. "

" By all might, what a time to be in this blasted city." Storm and Thor took the elevator and she slid in the key to the penthouse. Hawk Place wasn't the tallest building in that pocket of Manhattan, but it was certainly historic and quite lovely. The elevator opened to the penthouse apartment and the two walked in, taking a moment to absorb the beautiful, simple white and mahogany wood furnishings.

" It's a nice little place" Thought Ororo, taking her coat off.

" So Stark owns this abode as well? " Thor asked,

" You would be surprised what he owns." He turned on a few of the lamps and shut the windows to the darkening city. "

The power might go out, but we need to be ready to help anyone if it gets too harsh."

" But my lady, is there not something you can do about this cyclone? "

" I could try. But there would be a problem…I control localized storms with my electromagnetism and these then dissipate. I'm afraid this cyclone storm they call 'Sandy' is too large for me to ever fully control." She looked down and Thor came to her and held her for a moment. His dark blue eyes met hers, more silver than the lining of rain-heavy clouds in front of the sun.

" Some things, must be left to the will of the universe. We must use our power to help those we can."

" I know. "

" We should disrobe of these wet clothes; it seems Stark had our things sent ahead of us." He looked at the two small luggage bags near the couch. The night went on and the wind picked up, howling through the urban canyons of Manhattan, melancholy and powerful.

Thor wasn't too sure about how Ororo was feeling these days, ever since Blank Panther annulled their marriage, and his brother Loki had attempted to kidnap her on several occasions, successfully on one. She was a strong woman, no doubt, but lately she was quite distant. It almost seemed that her smiles and poise was a facade made of beautiful, but delicate glass. Thor felt an overwhelming duty to protect the Weather Witch now.

He sat on the large, California king mattress in a robe, watching the flashing, whispering images on the flat-screen, with disinterest. The shower was going in the adjacent bathroom. I won't bother her right now… He thought. He slipped on the pair of plush grey slippers, feeling a bit odd in them and went over to the kitchen where an electronic wine cellar was next to the dishwasher.

Hmmph. Of course, Stark would only have stock of the finest old Merlot and Bourbon he could find. He thought with a chuckle removing the bottle and taking it, an ice holder and two small glasses back to the bedroom. He placed them on the antique night stand and proceeded to light a few candles. I should not get too accustomed to the, power being on but I suppose I could try and fix that problem when it happens…

He leaned back on the bed in the dim light again, wrapped in his robe, gold hair damp, but drying. The news forecaster spoke of the storm only getting worse into tomorrow. The door to the bathroom opened, releasing a plume of steam and Ororo walked out with her pale hair in a towel and her body in simple white lace shift. Thor tried not to stare, but it was short and the light lacy silk contrasted her deep skin tone so gracefully. She laid herself down on the bed and her head hit the downy pillow with an exhausted breath.

" Are you alright, my lady? "

" Yes." There was a bit of silence and they both became aware of the wind picking up outside. Zap. The room was suddenly cloaked in darkness, save for the reddish flickering of the candles on the nightstand.

"Wine?"

"Why not?" Thor poured a glass of the vintage wine into the glasses and handed one to her.

" Mm. I would expect Stark to have only the best varieties of wines in his what? Vacation Penthouse? " Ororo said with a chuckle taking a rather good drink.

" That is the same thing I thought." He closed his eyes and took a sip.

Ororo glanced over at him. The lines of his form were cast into a dramatic play of candle-light and shadow; the sharpness of his jaw and nose and lips, the way his robe was open a bit at the bulges and lines of his chest. Ororo hadn't really taken a good looked at him this way before, after all they had only been traveling together for about three Weeks, ever since he had rescued her from Loki and about a year after T'challa had annulled their…

She closed her eyes and shut off the train of thought before it welled over onto her face. I do enjoy his company…but I don't want his pity. She thought, taking another hearty drink of her wine. She felt warmer now, fresh from a delightfully searing shower and wrapped in silk. She beckoned for him to refill her glass. Thor glanced over at her, wrapped in the show of light between the dimness of the window and room. She held her wine as regally as a queen…she was a queen, to him, at least. I will never let Loki take her again like that, ever, that I promise.

" Ororo…are you melancholy?"

It took her a moment to answer, as she seemed to be wrapped up in thought.

" Earthly troubles are like lightning, and we both know the ways of lightning. They strike, the two polarities meet and for a moment nothing else matters. And then it is gone. "

" I see, that is an excellent deduction. The way I see lightning, however, differs from yours. The power of lightning exists therein anything and everything, yet only a few can harness it, such as you and me. Yes, lightning strikes, it flashes and passes…but if the potential doth already exist within the heart of all, is it not eternal?"

" Hmm. I suppose so. " She said, her glass of wine almost finished. She placed the glass on the other nightstand as the rain and wind picked up outside, turning over afterwards and burying her face in the pillow.

" Ororo? " Thor scooted closer to her and held her. The towel unraveled from her head revealing curly, ivory hair that smelled richly of flowers and wasn't fully dry.

" My lady, what is wrong? "

" I-I don't know…I don't want you to see me like this."

" I think of you no different now than I thought of you before." Ororo peered up at him, with his deep blue eyes staring right into her. She was cradled in his arms, his robe had fallen to his shoulders and she eyed the curvature of his biceps and pectoral muscles. He was quite warm as well. Thor gazed upon her gently.

" I will protect you when you need me to. I am well aware of your abilities and power; you are a goddess to me, if you don't consider yourself truly one." Ororo was entranced…she didn't know if it was the wine or just them being so close for the first time ever. Their heads drew close together and their lips, as if drawn by electromagnetism, met in an eternal instant.

He smiled at her and for the first time in a while, Ororo felt her troubles receding. As the ocean moved in around the land outside her troubles vaguely receded giving way to other feelings…

He kissed her once again, their lips moving in unison and she drew her arms up around him, holding him as he held her. There was an intensity building in his eyes one that unnerved her yet also excited her. Ororo's mercurial eyes looked about to spill over as he kissed her again; his tongue dancing upon her's and trailed his lips down her neck to her collarbone. The Weather Witch bared her neck to the Thunder God allowing him to kiss her skin all over. He tentatively tugged at the neckline of her shift and she allowed him to tug it down, baring her breasts. Thor took in the sight of Ororo leaning back on the bed, a cascade of white curly hair falling from her head, her nightdress pulled down to reveal round breasts and dark brown nipples exposed to the dim lights of the room.

" By all might…My lady, Ororo Munroe, you beautiful. " He gasped and then descended upon her chest, kissing and suckling her breasts, tenderly, her skin smelling and tasting of coconut and tropical essence. Ororo leaned back on her hands and uttered a small sigh as Thor savored and held her; she felt his strong hands caress her skin, his soft lips brushing her skin. She inhaled deeply and felt herself growing vividly alive. Thor pulled her soft shift down more, down below the dip of her stomach and over her wide hips and muscular thighs, down her calves and feet, kissing their perfect little toes before tossing the gown aside. He beheld her as one would a precious, freshly cut diamond. Her ebony form was a grand study of supple, wild curves, lying on the bed with tousled white curls in the candlelight. She lightly bit her lip and stared at him, who leaned at the foot of the bed. He had always felt the need to protect and serve the Weather Witch but now the intensity of how he wanted, no, needed to take her was unbearably intense.

Ororo saw him there, that look was so heated, more heated than she ever knew him to be. He looked as if he craved her. Thor untied his robe and let it fall off. She smiled as she beheld him. His body was a golden play of muscles from his arms to his torso, to the dip of his hip bones and down below to his impressive pride, standing at attention.

" My my..Thor, I had no idea! " She smiled and uttered a small laugh and he smirked back.

" Doeseth my form please you m'lady?"

" Yes Thor, yes it does. Now…you desire to serve me, no? "

" Oh, most definetly, yes. "

" Then serve my body's desire well, my Thunder God."

" I will indeed…" Thor leaned into her and parted her supple legs, kissing a trail upon her inner thighs and to her the folds of her womanhood.

" Ahh…" She tensed and let out a small moan as she felt herself pulsing and his tongue moving around and tasting her. He rubbed the muscles of her inner thigh and delicately tasted her, running his tongue along the folds and then plunging it deeper, lapping at her wetness.

" Ah!" Ororo moaned again, pleasure building deep inside. His hungry tongue found her center of pleasure and began to suckle and nibble. Her head leaned back into the pillow and she closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her.

" Yes…like that…" She moaned as he continued to taste her deeply, he plunged two fingers inside of her and she groaned again. Thor moved his finger and tongue on her in unison and Ororo cried out. Her cries made his manhood pulse and pull with eagerness.

" Oh…yes!" She clawed the sheets and flexed her toes, tilting her hips and feeling her pleasure burst, sending her through waves of electric sensation.

" Ahh! " She cried in a burst of breath. Thor moved his fingers, feeling her depths clasp tight. His own need tugged and tightened fiercely at him.

" Oh…Thor."

" My lady, Ororo may I join within you? " She looked at him and heard the strain in his deep voice. The animal hunger in those eyes… She hadn't let anyone physically in since T'challa…or mentally in either, for that matter. Ororo wanted so much to forget about him and she silenced those thoughts. This God of Thunder was standing there as if he was starving and she was a gourmet five course meal laid out before him.

" Yes, yes you can. Take me, God of Thunder! Satisfy my desires." He crawled up on top if her and pinned her, kissing her deeply and with urgency.

" My Weather Princess….I want you as mine…" She smiled and kissed him again. He held and drove his quivering manhood into her slick, warm depths as her plush lips were on his. His strokes were powerful and deep as he plunged into her again and again, loosing himself in the pleasure and rhythm of their love. Storm shouted out as Thor made love to her, thrusting deeply and fanning the flames of sensation inside her. She moved her hips in unison with his. He drove harder and she could have sworn the air crackled and sparked for a moment.

" I..l don't want to hurt you…" He gasped to her, his eyes a bit plaintive to hers. " You won't, Thor….you won't, trust me. Give me more, Thunder God! " She sighed and Thor picked her sable legs up over his shoulders, driving deep into her warmth. Her eyes began to shine white and he emanated glowing lines of electricity. The bed creaked harshly and the mahogany wood of the headboard began to split a bit in a few places.

" Oh, Ororo!"

" Thor! Yes! Yess!" She grasped onto him and hollered out in waves pleasure, feeling the little, playfully icy electric shocks he gave off as little currents of air whirled around them putting out the candles instantly. A ping noise sounded as the lights snapped on briefly and sputtered out. She could have sworn a loud booming noise sounded somewhere but she couldn't really concentrate on it as she lost herself in a million wonderful spasms. He felt himself heat up like wildfire and tense up, his muscles contracted with pleasurable sensations and he emptied his statically charged seed deep inside of Ororo in an unearthly powerful thrust.

The headboard creaked and then almost separated, but remained in it's position. There was silence again, save for the howling wind whipping up trails of cold rain outside. In the silvery darkness of the penthouse, Storm and Thor's deep breathing was the only thing that could be heard. His forehead leaned against hers, his wavy gold hair hanging, as they rested on and within each other.

" My Lady, are you alright?" He said between breaths. She was silent and a spark of panic rose as he feared he might have hurt her.

" I am okay…more than okay." She said, gazing up at him with a starry look.

" As if you didn't know, I can take a bit of electricity, Thor. "

" I started generating a bit there…but in fairness I know I felt gales in here and no window was open hah…" They chuckled together. Storm savored feeling his weight on her…

He climbed off and lay down next to her. Storm scooted herself next to him, resting her head on his chest and clasped his leg with her thigh. Together their hearts beat as they rested on the white sheets in harmony, a living picture of yin and yang. He put his arm around Storm. He refrained from pouring his heart, from saying how much he loved her, even though he dearly wanted to. She couldn't deny that she felt safe in his arms as she inhaled his hearty scent…it reminded her of tall far away mountains and pine musk. She cared for this man deeply, but her stormy inner emotions lived up to her name and she simply hushed them, unhearing if one howl of wind in her torrential heart spoke of love for Thor. He kissed her again, tenderly and she smiled as their warmth exchanged. Storm's attention then turned to the split mahogany headboard of the bed.

" Um, Thor, how will we fix this?"

" Ehh…I shall figure something." He fondled one of her breasts, simply because he could. Ororo felt herself growing eager again.

" Want to destroy this bed some more?" She smirked.

" Of course, my lady." Their lips met again; So Storm and Thor created undulating, shouting currents of electricity and wind and pleasure deep into the night…

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Tony Stark walked around his Malibu house as the night grew old, checking if everything was locked as he had grown a bit more paranoid of break-ins lately.

" Everything should be locked, sir." Said a butler which Tony dismissed to bed.

I hope they are doing alright. he thought. I heard that storm is getting bad. He walked into his tech room and found the honey bran muffin he had left in there earlier.

" Ooh. Lucky me." He took a bite and was almost about to turn off the security televisions when he stopped and took a few steps back, his jaw hanging open. Do they realize that I have cams in my vacation places for security purposes?… His eyes widened as he looked at screen 6, the bedroom of his New York Hawk Place Penthouse.

" Tony! Are you coming to bed?" A female voice called out from a few rooms away. " Hold onn, give me a few minutes, darling…"

They are SO paying for that bed.