Disclaimer: I don't own them...wish I did, but until I kidnap Stan Lee or Chris Claremont, Marvel owns them...for now.
Note: this takes place in the issues of uncanny xmen#275-277.... I read them and I just started to write...can't say where I'm going with this though...
She didn't want to go. And that was that.
She didn't want to---put on a face and act civil in a room full of people who tried to kill her.
She paced back and forth in the spacious exotic suite.
"What do you want?" she sighed as she ran a hand though her short stock of white hair.
Remy held up his hands in defense as Ororo turned to him. Her face wore a slightly annoyed expression; however, he could tell that it wasn't because of him.
"I am sorry", her voice flowed though the darkness, " I thought you were someone else."
She lied, and he probably knew it too. After all, when she finally 'grew up', the transformation apparently didn't fix her emotions.
"Nann", he responded, "it's my fault, non?"
He walked towards her, " I shoulda knocked.."
"It's alright," she stated as she crossed into the stars' light from the window. He saw her long brown legs first. Emerald green sandals laced her feet. His eyes moved up to her almost naked thighs; a small panel covered her womanhood. Her torso was barely covered; only the 'important' areas.
He studied her face.
She seemed lost in her thoughts.
She sighed deeply as she walked past him and sat down on the plush sofa.
Remy sat beside her.
"So...?"
"...." She curled her long legs up under her and placed her fist on her jaw as she looked at him.
"Somthin' botherin' you, chere?" he stretched his legs across her lap.
She shook her head.
He looked puzzled as she stretched across him, resting her head on his chest.
She smiled, amused that she could feel his heart beat quicken.
"So dats' it, huh?" he said (after his heart slowed a little),"if it makes ya feel any betta'" he yawned as she lazily twirled her fingers in his hair, "I don't trust them ether.."
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He cleared his throat once....twice...three times to announce his arrival. He was about to wake them up, when he saw them there; embraced in each other's arms. Forge was insanely jealous of the charming Cajun. And he had good reason to be.
The way he held her...it was meant to be a protecting embrace, but... something else was there. And he wasn't going to stand there and try to figure 'it' out.
As he gently reached over to wake her, he thought, "She hasn't said more than two or three words to me...but she open up to a complete stranger..."
She slowly blinked her eyes at him as she fully stretched.
"Is it that time already?" she half yawned.
"Yeah", he tried to remain as calm as possible, "We'd better get a move on."
She nodded as she arched her back, "Give me a moment?"
"Sure..." he flatly stated as he walked toward the door.
He turned just in time to see Ororo bend over to whisper something to Remy. Whatever it was, He chuckled to himself as she slipped a shiny silver object into his palm.
Forge slowly backed into the darkness, jealous as a schoolboy and extremely pissed at her new 'best friend'.
Note: this takes place in the issues of uncanny xmen#275-277.... I read them and I just started to write...can't say where I'm going with this though...
She didn't want to go. And that was that.
She didn't want to---put on a face and act civil in a room full of people who tried to kill her.
She paced back and forth in the spacious exotic suite.
"What do you want?" she sighed as she ran a hand though her short stock of white hair.
Remy held up his hands in defense as Ororo turned to him. Her face wore a slightly annoyed expression; however, he could tell that it wasn't because of him.
"I am sorry", her voice flowed though the darkness, " I thought you were someone else."
She lied, and he probably knew it too. After all, when she finally 'grew up', the transformation apparently didn't fix her emotions.
"Nann", he responded, "it's my fault, non?"
He walked towards her, " I shoulda knocked.."
"It's alright," she stated as she crossed into the stars' light from the window. He saw her long brown legs first. Emerald green sandals laced her feet. His eyes moved up to her almost naked thighs; a small panel covered her womanhood. Her torso was barely covered; only the 'important' areas.
He studied her face.
She seemed lost in her thoughts.
She sighed deeply as she walked past him and sat down on the plush sofa.
Remy sat beside her.
"So...?"
"...." She curled her long legs up under her and placed her fist on her jaw as she looked at him.
"Somthin' botherin' you, chere?" he stretched his legs across her lap.
She shook her head.
He looked puzzled as she stretched across him, resting her head on his chest.
She smiled, amused that she could feel his heart beat quicken.
"So dats' it, huh?" he said (after his heart slowed a little),"if it makes ya feel any betta'" he yawned as she lazily twirled her fingers in his hair, "I don't trust them ether.."
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He cleared his throat once....twice...three times to announce his arrival. He was about to wake them up, when he saw them there; embraced in each other's arms. Forge was insanely jealous of the charming Cajun. And he had good reason to be.
The way he held her...it was meant to be a protecting embrace, but... something else was there. And he wasn't going to stand there and try to figure 'it' out.
As he gently reached over to wake her, he thought, "She hasn't said more than two or three words to me...but she open up to a complete stranger..."
She slowly blinked her eyes at him as she fully stretched.
"Is it that time already?" she half yawned.
"Yeah", he tried to remain as calm as possible, "We'd better get a move on."
She nodded as she arched her back, "Give me a moment?"
"Sure..." he flatly stated as he walked toward the door.
He turned just in time to see Ororo bend over to whisper something to Remy. Whatever it was, He chuckled to himself as she slipped a shiny silver object into his palm.
Forge slowly backed into the darkness, jealous as a schoolboy and extremely pissed at her new 'best friend'.