A/N: I have this real problem with starting stories and not finishing them... but I like to think that's charming about me.

Anyway, here's yet another beginning from me, hopefully someone will like it haha.

Disclaimer: Yeah, you know how it goes.

Chapter: One

Storm sighed and looked at her clock. It was already five and she had only graded four papers. She groaned when she realized that three of them were failing grades. She hadn't left her classroom since school was dismissed that afternoon, and knew even then that she would be there all night. She had just begun on the fifth when a knock startled her. But she brushed it off and went back to her work, now with a grin tugging at her mouth.

"Ignoring me now, Storm?" She rolled her eyes and looked up at the intruder. Her smile widened, seeing his long frame leaning against the door.

"It is amazing how you can read me so easily." She answered, focusing back on her papers.

"Why are you working in the dark, 'Ro? Or is this one of those things you do to ever keep folks away?" He asked, making his way to Ororo's desk.

"I am not working in the dark," She quickly retorted, pointing at her desk lamp with her pen, "And even if it were a tactic to keep people away, you can see how well it has worked." She raised an eyebrow at him, but he clearly was not going to take the hint. She could tell this when he pulled up a chair and straddled it backwards.

"I just wanted to see you, beautiful." He hinted, "I haven't spoken to you in forever." Ororo looked up at him and exhaled deeply. "Fine, 'Ro. I'll be quiet." He said, pulling an imaginary zipper across his lips. Storm quietly went back to her work as Cyclops began fidgeting restlessly.

Although she always feigned annoyance when he barged in on her personal time, Scott's boyish persistence always delighted her. But she rarely showed it, knowing of her best friend's genuine interest in him, and for the fact that she was more than half a decade his senior.

She cleared her throat loudly when he began to tap his fingers on the chair and he quickly stopped.

Storm found his personality refreshing, the way he would call her 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' only when they were alone, how he would open doors and bow or pull out her chair, how he switched seamlessly into his alpha leader mode when it was time for the X-men to get to work. At those times he acted well beyond his young age, and attribute everyone admired about Mr. Summers. Although, admittedly, probably not as much as Ororo Munroe. She sighed again as she marked a large 72 on the now graded assignment and moved onto the next.

"Let's get out of here, 'Ro." Storm glanced up at Cyclops, his chin resting on his fist and his face overcome with boredom.

"I'm working," Storm declined quite quickly.

"You're always working, Storm."

"Well there you go." She chuckled. Scott stood and leaned over her.

"Oh no, missy. You're not dismissing me tonight. Tonight you're taking some time off." Ororo leaned back into her seat to look up at him, taking her time before responding.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, my dear. I'm taking you away from all of this," He said, sweeping his hand over her work area, "And you'll be mine for the evening." He grinned at her, his eyes squished from it. Storm bit back a smile, but set her pen down and stood. There was not arguing with Scott with he whipped out the boy-charm.

"Okay, Mr. Summer's, I admit I have tired from brushing you off so easily. I shall humor you this once."

Scott's eyes glowed as he took her hand.

"My dear," He began, kissing her fingers, "this shall be a night to remember." 'Ro giggled in extreme spite of herself.

"I'm beginning to agree."

TBC