Prayer of St Francis

Chapter 6 – No Good For Me

By Yamcha's Big Pants aka Kirsty Graham

AN: Hey guys. I am SOOOOO sorry about the last chapter. I know what happened, but I don't know why. I'm so sorry you all had to get headaches from reading it. But I've sorted the problem out now and reposted the chapter. So if you want to read it again "properly" It's up. I also feel bad because it was like, "THE" chapter! I was soo kicking myself. Anyway catastrophe averted. I'm also sorry this chapter took as long as it did, I've started working ewwwww! Oh and many people commented on the Gambit thing. It had to happen then because of the timing of my second fic, and also because it provided some good development for both Kurt and Ororo. Remember, any questions, or requests can also be made to my e-mail address. Thank you very much all those who've actually e-mailed me. I appreciate it very much. And thank you everyone else for giving this fic 153 reviews!!!!!!! It's staggering! Anyway…enjoy this sap filled episode, I'm going to slow down the pace here and just let all you love bunnies have a little bit of loving up. The song in this chapter is "Slide" by my favourite band right now, the "Goo Goo Dolls" and it does not belong to me. Neither do any of the characters featured in this story, they are property of Marvel and in particular people like Stan Lee. Anyway, Shian, here, crave no more! Enjoyyyyyyy!

Could you whisper in my ear

The things you wanna feel

I'd give ya anything

To feel it comin'

Do you wake up on your own?

And wonder where you are?

You live with your faults

I wanna wake up where you are

I won't say anything at all

Ororo clenched her eyes shut against the blinding glare of morning light which invaded her dream world. Licking her lips lazily, she rolled onto her back. She didn't feel so good. With a moan of frustration at waking groggily, she turned her head away from the light. Once safely in the shade, she risked opening her eyes again. It took a moment for her raw sight to register what it saw. The dark, lank form of the Nightcrawler drooped in a chair, his eyes closed in sleep. Soft breaths rose his chest in a steady calming rhythm, as the light from the windows seemed to oddly caress his tainted skin. A feeling of giddiness overtook the female mutant as she remembered exactly what had happened last night. He was hers. He belonged to her and she to him. No, more than that; he loved her and she loved everything about him. Gently peeling back the covers on her bed, she swung her legs over the side and sat for a moment or two. The incredible strangeness of the situation seemed to hit her and Ororo began to chuckle. Who would ever think that this could happen? Still giggling to herself, she delicately tucked her bed-sheet around Kurt's shoulders and made her way to her en suite.

After quickly giving her face, hands and teeth respective scrubs, she returned to the room to find the chair vacant. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the familiar blue form which had so consumed her since she had met him. Kurt lay on her bed, his arms neatly folded behind his head, his tail flicking backwards and forwards languorously as he mocked a yawn. Storm smiled sarcastically, enjoying this new joke he was playing. One gold eye peeped open at her, before closing quickly again. A large grin grew across his lips and he readjusted himself on the pale mattress.

"Excuse me Mr Wagner, but I believe you're in my bed" She said haughtily, tapping her foot on the carpet.

"Hmmm…" He said lazily in response. "I vas thinking I quite like it, the chair vas rather comfy too. I feel I could move in here, so I'm afraid Miss Munroe, that it might no longer be your bed"

Ororo sat neatly beside him and after a short pause-enough to unnerve the cocky Nightcrawler and force him to peek a look at her-she leapt on top of him. In any other circumstance, this might have been a passionate lust filled advance, but being post-argument, the results were far from raunchy. Ororo immediately began to tickle the man beneath her hands. She sailed roughly over his chest and arms, searching enthusiastically for that ticklish spot that would drive him wild. Kurt squirmed and chuckled incredulously beneath her, but in an instant he was crying for mercy through hysterical bouts of hooting laughter. Before Storm knew what had happened, she hit the mattress face down, with a large thump. Heavy breathing emanated from the chair beside the bed and the tell tale smell of brimstone invaded her nostrils angrily.

So why don't you slide

Yeah I'm gonna let it slide

"Miss Munroe!" He laughed breathlessly. "You are an animal!"

She looked up, a little peeved that her plan had backfired and rested stomach down on her elbows. "But very much a female" Kurt looked surprised by the innuendo hidden within the comment, before blushing politely at his hands. Ororo smiled and reached out, covering his eerie digits with her own, beautiful coffee ones.

"Kurt, thank you for what happened last night. I meant everything I said, you know…" Her dark rich eyes met his tawny luminescent ones. "Everything"

"Ororo…" He seemed to be speechless, finding it hard to remember what it was he was going to say. Unexpected tears leaked out from between his long dark lashes. He looked up at her, his eyes slightly pink with tears. "…You don't know how right this feels" His response was quiet and whispered. Ororo simply watched him for a few moments, moved by his emotional reaction. Sliding off the bed, she knelt on the floor and pulling his hand down she titled her head to right slightly as he came closer. Her eyes slowly shut as his lips touched hers softly. Kurt too shut his eyes, tears still gathering on the edge of his lashes, and moved his mouth gently against Ororo's, his brow furrowing ever-so-slightly. She broke reluctantly and looked up into those mild, enchanting tawny eyes.

"It does feel right" A smile crept onto the lips of the Nightcrawler as he pulled her closer so she sat between his legs. His sinewy arms slid around her smaller feminine frame and held her tight. Rubbing noses lightly, they kissed once again; feeling for the longest time, satisfied and happy in each other's arms; feeling as though God had recreated Eden right there in that room, just for them.

Don't you love the life they killed

The priest is on the phone

Your father hit the wall

Your ma disowned you

Don't supposed I'll ever know

What it means to be a man

Somethin' I can't change

I'll live around it and wake up where you are

I wont say anything at all.

The first snowflakes of November fell early, and September and October passed in the blink of an eye for the two tutors at the school. Christmas was tantalizingly close but still a mere speck on the horizon for all the inhabitants of the Xavier School for the Gifted. A whole month of chilly snow and extreme weather had been forewarned by the resident weather witch. However the freezing temperatures created an additional reason for Kurt and Ororo to hold each other close. They were careful at first to keep their relationship separate from their work as Kurt set to the task of establishing himself as a teacher. Unfortunately the close almost sibling bond he had formed with Kitty Pryde, of all the mutants, meant that it had not stayed under wraps for very long. Kurt had forgiven her on the grounds that "big brothers" were supposed to do that. Ororo had come to tolerate the constant slaggings she got from her students and began to find the small doodles she found being passed around her classes rather cute and humourous. There were however slightly more unpleasant disturbances to both teacher's tutouring groups.

His Cajun accent, or his red on black eyes, or even his flirtatious nature did not get him into the bother he so often found himself in. It was rather his lack of control and freedom of expression with his mutant abilities that caused the majority of problems. Whether he was leaving highly-charged cards on other student's chairs, kinetically charging his homework before slamming it down on the teacher's desk, or pumping his classmates' shoelaces with kinetic power, blowing them from their feet and halfway across the room; he was always the joker. It seemed, however that Bobby Drake didn't find Remy's jokes quite as funny as the others did. Peter took him into his close circle of friends and characters such as Jubilee and her chums found themselves the centre of Remy's flirtatious attentions more often than not. But the Cajun Stallion had taken particular interest in the sullen dark haired "Rogue". Ororo worried for the girl; becoming involved with a creature as untrustworthy and dangerous as the Gambit was in itself a gamble. But she had seen the situations Bobby and Marie had pulled through together and was sure their bond was stronger than most couples of their age. One sleazy playboy wouldn't come between them, even if he was possibly the best looking male at the school. Ororo could testify that looks weren't everything; in fact, they meant nothing. Good looks were more a freak of nature than not so good looks. Her oddly shaped, blue-skinned, demon-like "soulmate" standing erect in front of his class as they recited today's lesson, was testament to that.

He mouthed the words of whatever it was they were saying in whatever language they were saying it. His eyes seemed to shine with a strange displaced sort of pride. What exactly was it he was proud of? Himself? The children? Storm leant against the doorway and noticed that one of the windows in the room was open just a crack. Smiling mischievously, her eyes clouded over with that strange opaque pearly glaze. Soon the sky grew dark and a vicious gale came tearing through the room, turning the classroom into a chaos of paper. The students screamed sharply at the surprising turn of weather. Kurt seemed to retract into himself as his sharp senses jumped at the disturbance. As he relaxed, Ororo chuckled watching the cogs in his head turn until he glanced at the doorway. A sarcastic smile unfurled on his small mouth. After a short pause in which the children made a drama out of the phenomenon, he spoke calmly, calming the children's chatter.

"Miss Monroe, knocking vorks just as vell you know. If you are intent on disturbing my class, then you may as vell come in." She rolled her eyes and entered the room as the clouds seemed to disperse as quickly as they had appeared.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen" She addressed the class. Kurt seemed to lead them in greeting her back.

"Hello!....Guten tag!...hejsan!...Bonjour!...hola!"

So why don't you slide

Slide and I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of nothin' that fall

On me

Put your arms around me

What you feel is what you are

And what you are is beautiful

She nodded back, grinning proudly at the whole situation. "Okay children, it's dismissal time, go put your coast and gloves on, Wolverine would like to see you all out on the playing field, he will explain the rules of a little game called…oh…"Operation snowball fight"." A resounding gasp surrounded the snowy haired teacher, and soon the sounds of chairs scraping and exuberant chatter filled the room. In record time, the class was empty. Ororo turned to her partner as he tidied his papers away, a large grin sitting on his features. He chuckled lightly. Ororo sat on the edge of the desk next to him and peered up into his golden eyes.

"What's so funny?" He stopped what he was doing and placed his arms on either side of her.

"Nothing. I just now vhy you and Logan get on so vell"

She frowned in puzzlement at him. "And why is that?

"Because you both look like serious, but you are the most irresponsible people I have ever met!"

"Oh really?" Ororo smiled up in mock anger. "I'm glad you think so highly of me Mr Wagner! You know I…"

Kurt cut her off by placing his mouth squarely over hers, stopping her speech with slow undulating movements against her lips. His arms found her sides, and tightened pulling her closer. He peeled them off for a few short moments, enough for her to catch a breath and for him to smile smugly. She found her tongue again and was about to make some witty remark when he once again silenced her. Stroking his odd, talon like fingers over the smooth skin of her cheek, he kept the words at bay.

"Miss Munroe. I have a bottle of French "Vin De Pays de Gers" cooling in a pile of snow outside my balcony. There are also a pair of steaks in the freezer vith a rather large post it attached vhich reads "touch on pain of death". I wonder, you would help me get rid of them later tonight?"

Storm squinted at him "So what you're really asking Blue, is, would I like to have dinner with you tonight?"

He shrugged playful "Something like that"

Storm pulled him closer to her mouth. "Okay"

Put your arms around me

What you feel is what you are

And what you are is beautiful

Oh May

Do you wanna get married or run away?

I wanna wake up where you are

I wont say anything at all

Ororo finished wringing out the small blue jumper she held between her hands and flicked the rest of the remaining water out, before hanging it on the line. She had already dried off three jumpers, nine pairs of socks, seven pair of trousers and Lord knows how many gloves, scarves and hats. Logan's snowball fight had lasted for three hours, the children being, surprisingly, the grateful losers, and now the sun had fallen with swift descent in the west. The small laundry room at the back of the kitchen was only built for one person at a time, and not as much washing as there was. Storm wiped at the perspiration on her forehead with the back of her hand. Blowing a tuft of hair away from her face, she delved into the slopping wet pile of clothes again and pulled out a larger red jumper, belonging to Peter she assumed. Being the only female instructor in the house meant she had been landed with the job of cleaning up after everyone. The mangle was becoming tougher to turn with every article of clothing she dealt with. She was supposed to be meeting Kurt for dinner soon, and look at her! She looked like an old washer woman! The idea of Kurt's room, decked out in red rose petals, scented accordingly, lights dimmed and soft strings of romantic music filling the air flashed through her mind; candles, champagne, dinner and the Nightcrawler in a tuxedo, while she, the grubby old lady sat munching away on her streak, was laughable. However as if on cue, she heard that familiar sound behind her. Twirling around quickly, she found him sighing heavily.

"It's awfully hot in here, no?" He said rolling up his sleeves.

"Kurt! I'm sorry! It's just that the kids were out with Logan so long and their clothes…" he cut her off again by joining her by her side and looking enthusiastically through the laundry basket.

"Ah, there we are, I'll do these three shirts and you can do those trousers. It will take half the time!" He flashed her a smile before starting to work. Mumbling over his shoulder, he added. "Then I'll show you real romance!"

Storm rolled her eyes and resumed, smiling. However a thought entered her head….Real…Romance?

And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of nothin' that fall

And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of nothin' that fall

Yeah, slide between the sheet of all the beds you never knew

Why don't you slide into my room

Just slide into my room

Oh, we'll run away, run away, run away…

AN: So this was an extremely fluffy chapter with nothing much really happening in it at all. Okay I jumped a large distance in time, but I felt more had to be said about particular occurrences. Anyway I hope you liked that….Next chapter – the dinner! What does Kurt mean by "Real Romance"? And can I still keep this fanfic rated PG-13 lol. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. God bless