Storm smirked, "Oh yes, loads of fun. Especially if anyone tries to stop us." she grinned over at Rogue. She had to admit, she would also like to know what they were going up against. As Quentin stood, so did she, pausing momentarily to hear about this man, 'Ah interesting.' she thought as she nodded her head, turned tail and walked out the door, leaving them alone with a bit of time together before the mission.
Taking the elevator down to the basement she grinned once more. She loved the way her suit felt against her body; it was most assuredly a definite turn on. What woman wouldn't feel sexy in a tight, black leather suit? By the gods she was horny, and the way the love birds were acting this morning didn't help. She may be a homo superior, but she still had wants and needs and she hadn't had anything between her legs in a while that didn't run on batteries. Unzipping her pant she ran a hand down, oh yea, she was soaked. Just thinking about that black leather was enough to dive her mad. Part of her thought secretly how she would fare as an S&M Mistress.
She couldn't be bothered with that right now though. She HAD to relieve herself. Fingering her clit wasn't enough. Her mind started to wonder. She had Q tied to a bed, she was in her black leather outfit, straddling him. He was so hard, but she did love to play, and play she did. Her mind wondered once more, why was it Q? It was always Q! Again, she didn't care as she started to moan as she fingered her clit faster and faster, finally shoving two fingers in as she grabbed the rail of the elevator, to keep herself from falling as her back arched and she came. She could care less if there was anyone watching her at all right now. Hell, if Q wanted to fuck her she'd say yes in a heartbeat, but she wouldn't do that to Rogue. Well, maybe if she wanted a 3-some, but that would be awfully hard to do with Rogues ability's. Coming to her senses, she wiped her hand on her sweater, not really caring since she was going to be changing soon anyways, zipped her pants and walked out of the elevator just as the doors opened, no one none the wiser.
Reaching the room where the suits were kept, she didn't care one way or the other to use the provided changing rooms. She had a great body and didn't care if anyone saw her naked or not. She removed her wet G-string and threw it in a corner with her bra and sweater. She truly was naked now. Catching herself in the mirror she had to admire herself for a moment. Dark, perfect skin, no scars no hair. Not even down in her groin area. Flat and toned stomach, and sexy curves. She did in all reality look like a goddess she thought as she abandoned the mirror and went in search of her suit.
Quentin kissed Marie passionately and then spoke. "I'll meet you in the garage, baby. Can you grab something from our room for me?" He asked, squeezing her ass. "I need the FBI badge I procured earlier this year. It might come in handy." He smiled and kissed her again before exiting the room and stepping onto the elevator. When it arrived on the proper floor, he stepped into the suit room and grinned to himself at the sight that greeted him, feeling his cock stir within his pants. "You're definitely a beauty, Storm. Its a wonder nobody has snatched you up yet." He leaned against the wall and watched her momentarily. "With beauty comes a certain naughtiness, apparently. Do you forget that nothing happens in this place without me being aware of it?"
Storm whipped her head at the sudden intrusion. It was NOT who she thought it may have been. She may not have been body shy around other guys or women, but this was her BOSS for the love of god. She quickly grabbed the leather suit from the rack, frowning on how little it covered, "S..sorry. I wasn't expecting you, thought I had more time." she swallowed. Her eyes widened and she flushed at his words, "Y...you saw that?" her lips trembled, not sure if she was more scared or turned on that he could see it. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, "I'm sorry Quentin. That won't happen again outside of my room..." she trailed off, realizing that he could probably see what she did on most nights as well.
"Yeah, I saw that. Nothing happens without me knowing about it." Quentin shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe Marie would like to know what you think about when you do that." He smirked at her, before undressing himself, getting on his black leather uniform. "Garage. Meet us there." He informed her, before heading out of the suit room and towards the garage where the car they would be taking was waiting.
Storm's eyes widened at the mention of Marie, "I don't think that would be wise sir. She's like my sister. It would not do well if she knew what I thought about." she said as she quickly jumped into her suit, zipping it up. She nodded at his mention of the garage and watched him leave. She let out a breath and shook her head, 'Good god, really girl?' she sighed to herself. Pulling on her boots and making sure her hair was up and out of the way, she headed to garage herself.
Rogue stood there, eyes closed and lips pressed together, enjoying the last little essence of Quentin's touch for a few moments. She would have like more time with him and more time to enjoy the feeling, but it would have to wait they had someone to rescue. She half reluctantly went upstairs to the room she shared with Quentin. She opened the top side drawer to the desk and found the badge Quentin wanted.
Marie grabbed it and tossed on the bed. She kicked off her shoes as she pulled off her shirt and then pants. She had a spare outfit she kept up in the room and opted to change there, since she was already there. She was quick about sliding into formfitting outfit as she didn't want to be the last one everyone was waiting on.
The all back uniform was quite flattering, on everyone. It was thin enough to hide under other clothing without being too obvious, but the material itself was incredibly durable and stood up to a beating. They were definitely protected from neck down to their toes, especially with the steel toes boots.
'One piece of fabric away from being a burka.' Marie thought sarcastically to herself as she put on her specially designed gloves on. The gloves fit over the out sleeve of the uniform and semi sealed slit in all the fingers and palm area. Marie could easily unsheathe her fingers or entire hand from the protected gear in order to use her gift. It meant that only exposed skin she had was her face, which was a blessing to everyone because her ability to steal thoughts and temporally powers was not one she could always necessarily control. Those who had felt her touch and power often had a hard time not remembering the pain she unleashed on them.
Picking up the badge from the bed and her long black coat from the back of the door, Marie left room, but only after pausing in front of the mirror for a few seconds to check herself out. She smiled as she didn't look too bad. Marie pulled her long dark hair back into a tight ponytail as she quickly took the stairs down. If Strom was going to be providing cover she didn't need her hair blocking her vision.
"Garage." Marie softly reminded herself where they were meeting up as she hit the main floor. She quickly moved to opposite side of the mansion where the garage was.
"Ya'll under arrest." Marie said after she opened the door to the Garage and stepped inside. She playful flashed open the side of her coat exposing the badge that she had hooked it on her uniform. She mischievously giggled and then look around at the others present. "Ah sorry just couldn't help ma-self. We ready to go an' make this lil' family of ours bigger?"
Quentin watched as Marie entered the garage and briefly smirked. "It doesn't really work when you don't have the telepathic ability to make people believe the picture on the badge is actually you." He grinned and came up behind Marie, wrapping his arms around her waist and slipping the badge from under her jacket and sliding it into his pocket. "Everyone ready?" He questioned as he got into the driver's seat of the car.
"Jesus. Has anyone seen Jean?" He asked, before sending a telepathic message her way. /Jean, I know you're a woman and need time to apply your makeup, but we're not going on a bloody date here. We're heading to the prison to rescue a mutant that could add to our team, so hurry the fuck up or we leave without you and you'll be on janitor duty for a fucking month./ The message sent, Quentin revved the engine of the car and would wait 5 minutes for the red-headed telepath to arrive.
Marie looked outside the car window at the door to the mansion. She was concerned that Jean that not arrived yet. She figured the red head would have arrived before her, but she was nowhere to be seen. Marie didn't need to have any special powers to sense Quentin's concern.
Marie made a radical decision without much thought. She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door. She looked back at Quentin and gave him a quick kiss. She then quickly sprung from the car.
"I'll be back. Gonna go get her." Marie said. "Don't ya dare leave without me"
Marie bolted as quickly as she could to the door to the mansion and once inside she continued running to the dressing room. She looked around quickly, but didn't see her. Marie knew that it meant, more than likely, she would be in her room.
Marie sighed, but promptly took off toward Jean's private room. For the second time today, she opted for the stairs based on speed. She called out to Jean as she rounded the corner on the stairs and then again when she hit the floor with their private suites.
"Jean... ya startin' to worry us." Marie said as she did the courtesy knock once on the door outside of her room. She gave Jean five seconds to respond before she opened the door. "Time to get this dog `n pony show on the road… if ya catch ma drift sugar."
Jean knew she was late. Somehow between the music and her workout she somehow missed most of Quentin's telepathic call. How that could happen when he was being loud and obnoxious in someone's head she had no idea. The red head walked into the hanger at a brisk pace with her black leather costume still open mostly as she zipped it up as she walked. It was up to mid cleavage by the time she got to the car and she left it there when she climbed it. It was where she preferred it. Once seated the woman threw her long flowing hair over her shoulder. "Breaking some kid out of prison. Got it. What I don't get is why were wasting our energy going after one kid when there are other things we can be doing."