A/N I do not own any of the characters/places to the X-Men films. The character of Jessica Gion/Blaze is my own creation, as is this story. The other characters/places belong to the creators of the X-Men films and comics.

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John entered the room and went to the other bed. He started to unfold the blankets that were folded on top of the mattress. Not caring whether he tucked in the sheets or not but rather just laying the covers nonchalantly on top. After he had thrown all the covers onto the bed he plopped down on it, tucking his hands behind his head. He was staring at Jessica who was sitting in the computer chair turned towards him. She was reading a book and paid no attention that he was perusing her.

He looked at her creamy pale legs. Muscular, strong legs. The skirt she was wearing was black and white diagonal stripes, it had that ripped look and it was extremely short. Probably about 4-5 inches above her knee. He could almost see up to her thighs. She looked up and caught him in the act.

"What," she said her eyelined eyes peering out from behind the book she was reading.

"Nothing.," he said. "God are you always this nosy?"

"I'm not nosy I'm intuitive there's a difference," she said with a smirk.

She went back to reading when she heard it. That crisp, sweet sound of butane sparking to life . She looked over at him where he was throwing a ball of fire back and forth in his hands. His dark blue eyes shining like two opal orbs from the fire's light. This time she was the one who peeked a look. He was handsome. His features masculine, rugged. Weathered, as if he'd been through so much, even though he couldn't have been much older than her nineteen years. His lips were curled into a playful mischievous grin.

Jessica put the book down and walked across the room to her dresser. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way. She pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, then she pulled something out of the top drawer. Pyro laid his eyes on the lacy pair of underwear she had just laid on top of her pajamas. She's just a tease, he thought to himself. She turned towards him.

"I'm going to take a shower, do you think you can stay here and be a good boy until I get back," she said.

"Who are you my mother," he shot back.

The comment must have caught her off guard because he saw her eyes harden and the fire spark behind them. Something he knew all too well. She was pissed.

"Screw you," she snapped narrowing her eyes at him. She stuck up her middle finger. Pyro pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. She let out an angry growl and stalked off to the bathroom in the corner of the room, slamming the door hard behind her.

Pyro winced at the sharp sound of wood clashing against wood. He heard the shower knobs squeak as she turned them on and then the steady running of the water. He could smell the steam from the shower invading his nostrils and with it the smell of her soap. It was sweet, clean smelling. He could smell the heat from the shower and the heat from her body in one swift intake. It was intoxicating, a lethal dose overriding his senses. He felt dizzy.

Suddenly the door opened and Jessica stood there the steam swirling around her like some mystical fog. He sat back up. Her pajamas were black too, he hadn't noticed until now.

"Do you always wear black," he remarked.

"Do you always run your mouth," she shot back.

"Owww, I'm scared what are you going to do about it," he was provoking her and he knew it.

She came over and jumped on the bed kicking him in the shin hard.

"Ow shit that fucking hurt," he choked out holding his leg.

"It's was suppose to jackass."

She jumped off the bed and headed out the door. Jessica walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Warren sat at the divider in the middle of the room. He had a crush on her she knew, and she hated to admit it but she actually enjoyed his company. He wasn't bad looking either, those wings turned her on most of all. He just hadn't had the courage to ask her out yet.

"How are you tonight Jess," he asked in his usual soft spoken voice.

"Okay I guess, just sorting out my roommate," she told him pulling out a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

She went to the cabinet above the sink where the bowls were kept. Realizing that it was too high for her 5'0" frame to reach she turned to Warren.

"Can you help me," she asked that pitiful puppy dog look crossing her face. How could he resist?

He nodded getting up and coming over to the cabinet where she stood. He got down a bowl for her sitting it on the dark blue tiled counter.

"Thanks," she told him looking up into his aqua stare.

"No problem."

As he walked back to the stool where he had been sitting she watched him. The feathers on his pure white wings sweeping with the wind of his step. His chest was bare and she couldn't help to look every chance she got when his didn't have his shirt on. He had a body that just wouldn't quit, and it wasn't just her that thought so. Now that Bobby wouldn't pay attention to her Kitty had taken an interest in him too. An interest he ignored but still she tried. Jessica would be damned if she let that ditzy girl end up with an intelligent guy like Warren.

Warren was extremely well educated and could go on an on about so many random things. She herself was found odd by some of the other students for her ability to do the same. She knew that she was different from a lot of the kids there. She was older than most of them and that made it difficult. While the younger girls were ogling over the guys at the school, she was thinking about the paths she wanted her life to take. She wasn't actually a student either, she taught a recreational dance class that the girls could take. Dancing was something that set her free and it took up a great deal of her time at the school.

She loved teaching the other girls what she knew, it gave them confidence in themselves. It never failed to put a smile on her face when she saw them having fun. She had danced for many, many years and Storm had thought that she would be a great teacher for the kids. She enjoyed it and it was her escape from the thoughts that often plagued her mind.

Jessica scooped some ice cream into her bowl and pulled a spoon out of the drawer to her right. Warren watched as she tasted it. She put the spoon back in the bowl and proceeded to take it back upstairs.

"Hey Jess wait," Warren called to her.

She turned back around to see him walking up to her. Then he did something unexpected.

Ohhh a cliff hanger. :0) So, what unexpected thing did Warren do? What's with Jessica and Pyro? Can they get past their clashing personalities? Who will Jessica end up with? Find out in the next chapter and the chapters to come. As always read and review. Thanks in advance.