Summary: Seven kisses. RYRO.
Disclaimer: Property of Marvel and Fox and Stan Lee and blah blah blah...
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A/N: Prompts are from the LiveJournal community 7snogs. I didn't make a claim on the pairing, I just kinda wrote these because I was bored.
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1. Uniform
John was pretty sure the Professor was smoking some bad weed when he decided on these uniforms.
Because first of all, not the easiest thing to get into, especially if you're supposed to be on-call 24/7 to save the world.
Secondly, leather? Really? Because you're not sweating enough from the ass kicking expected of you in a fight?
Third, was clothing suppose to crush your balls like that? Jesus H. Christ…
He grumbled, irritated and itchy, waiting for the others to come out of the locker rooms so they could get this Danger Room session done already. He was so caught up with scratching at the annoying itch on his neck, he didn't see Rogue come out and stand in front of him with a hand on her hip. At least, until she gave him an appreciative whistle followed quickly by an enthusiastic catcall.
"Looking good, Allerdyce…"
His itch was immediately forgotten the moment he laid eyes on her…and damn… "Not bad yourself, D'Ancanto." His eyes couldn't just stop roaming over the leather that hugged her curves like a second skin. He silently did thank the Professor for the zippered front, the one thing he had gotten right – she had left it half-open and the cleavage she was showing…hot damn… "Not bad at all…"
She laughed lilting and melodic. "You sure you like what you see? Because I can do a little twirl for you too…"
"Nah… Maybe later…" He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. "When we're alone…"
Her hands rested on his shoulders, giving his muscles a squeeze. She arched a brow, wriggling her hips against his grip, daring him with a wicked smile. "We're alone right now."
His smile matched hers as he leaned forward, lips meeting finally.
As their kiss deepened, he didn't mind the uniforms so much after all.
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A/N #2: Next prompt coming tomorrow! :D