Scott heard the voice long before he seen the woman. It was a low rough voice, a bit on the husky side. It sent chills down his spine, damn but she sounded sexy!
He then seen her, she was standing with her back to him, casually flirting with some guy at the bar. Her rather muscular legs were encased in tight leather pants that flared out at the calves. Scott felt his mouth go dry, that leather looked painted on, the way it hugged her... He shook his head. "Remember Jean." He whispered.
"Remember who darling?" The woman had turned to him.
Scott found himself looking into the bluest eyes he had ever seen, framed by long lashes. He tore his gaze from them, scanning the rest of her, his eyes widening behind his visor. She had a lush mouth, painted in a rosy hue, her lips forming a small 'o' as she surveyed him in return.
Scott then looked away from her face. She wore a black long sleeved shirt that molded to her unbelievably perky breasts. He glanced back up now taken with her black hair that cascaded around her shoulders in spirals.
"You just going to stare at me all night handsome?" She asked, smiling seductively. "Or are you going to buy a lady a drink?"
"What? Oh yeah, yeah, sure." Scott turned to the bartender. "I'll have a scotch on the rocks. You?" He turned his head to his mystery lady.
"I'll have the same," she purred.
Scott smiled at her. "So, do you have a name?"
"Loraine."
"Loraine..." He echoed.
"Yes handsome?" Loraine flashed her dazzling smile at him, accepting her scotch from the bartender with a nod.
Scott shook his head, downing his scotch.
Several Hours Later...
"Loraine... d'ya wanna go back to mah hotel room witsh me?" Scott slurred.
Loraine took his arm, letting him lean on her. "Lead the way."
Scott grabbed a handful of her butt. "Mmmmm..." He moaned loudly. "You're gonna give me some of that right?"
"Anything you want darling." She purred, snaking a hand into the front of his pants.
Scott grinned. "You're makin' me hot."
"It's going to get better," she promised, her blues eyes narrowing. "Much much better."
The Next Day
Scott made his way into the mansion the next day with the hangover from hell. He had woken up alone in his bed with a blue bra next to him. He had frowned, trying to remember the night's events. Then it had hit him: Loraine.
"Jean can never find out about this." He had told himself, wondering if his mental blocks would keep out his telepathic girlfriend.
"Hey Scott!" Jean ran down the stairs, into his arms. "How was your trip?"
"Fine. It was all right." He told her, cracking a smile.
"That's good. We're all in the rec room. I had to go change, Jubilee snorted pop all over my clothes." Jean grinned good-naturedly.
Scott allowed her to lead the way, his head and heart pounding each step of the way. "Hello everyone." He greeted, standing in the rec room doorway.
Rogue, Remy and Logan were shooting pool, Ororo and Hank reading. The rest seemed to be concentrating on a game of Twister.
"Rack em." Logan crowed from the pool table. He looked up and caught Scott's eye.
Scott frowned, feeling a moment of deja vous as he stared into Logan's blue eyes.
"I'll be back, I'm going to go grab a beer." Logan sauntered past Scott. "Hey Scooter."
"Logan." Scott nodded, his eyes searching Logan's.
Logan leaned in close to him and whispered, "Loraine had a great night pretty boy." He batted his oddly long eyelashes before walking out.
Scott gasped, covering his mouth to keep from puking. "Oh My God!"
"Scott? What is it?" Jean asked, rushing over to his side worriedly.
Scott took one look at her before passing out.
Remy shared a look with Rogue. "So... how much do we owe Wolvie, chere?"
"Five hundred." She replied carelessly, leaning over to sink the eight ball. "I win."
