Note (venting)Okay, proof reading is a bitch. I'm a fast reader, so I am terrible when it comes to checking my work. I've been writing this sex scene like 10 times now and I can't seem to get it right. I'm trying to write a story in a way it would be a story I would like to read. I think I got a little carried away. This is my first fan fiction so I'm not gonna beat myself over it too much. But I promise it will get better.

The team. The students. Dead friends. New fears. Old enemies. Same worries. All of these things kept Ororo up all night. Tired, but wide awoke. Her eyes itched from dryness. She needed to relax. What could she do at one o'clock in the morning?

She sat up in her bed, in the dark, trying to decided if she should take a hot, soothing shower, or eat the left-over pad-thai that she was now craving. Maybe the shower and then the Thai? Decisions...

Once in the shower she bowed her head, letting the hot water drench her hair, shrinking it into curls almost half of its length of when it is dry. She stepped around allowing water ease the tension of her neck and back. Water rolled down places on her body making her fantasize about where she wanted Remy to touch her. She thought about him pressing his body on her back, putting his hands on forbidden places that only he could touch. She thought of his voice in her ear. She wanted to hear him breathe her name. The mental images were becoming too much for her and she ached for sweet relief.

She got out the shower, feeling loose and mildly satisfied. She patted her skin and her hair damp-dry with a towel and returned it to its bar. She stepped into her dark bedroom from the steamy bathroom without putting on a robe. Since she had moved out of the mansion, she has banned the wearing of clothes in her house... unless she had company.

Now her mouth watered for the rest of the Pad-Thai. She opened up the refrigerator door and took out the carry-out box of food, then took out a pitcher of lemonade and place them both on the counter.

"I hope you saved me some, Chere."

Ororo almost jumped out of her skin. "What the hell?!" It took a moment to realize who her company was. " Remy?! I will kill you!"

"Kill me over left-overs? You're so selfish." He smiled trying to hold his laughter because she might just send a gush of wind to push him out of the tenth floor window.

Her heart continued to race "How long have you been here?"

"Before you took the shower."

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give these back to you." He dangled the panties of which she neglected to put back on from their earlier encounter.

Remy switched on a table lamp to shed dim light on her nudity. His eyes drinks the sight of her satin like skin, her perky breast, her big, curly, silver hair and her sky-blue eyes. "Don't move."

He moved closer to her as she stood there completely still.

"Remy, I can't..." She tried to resist. She was afraid of her lust for him. Remy was no longer a friend. He was the ultimate temptation. He was her forbidden fruit. It was too late to escape. They were all alone.

He stood over her while she kept still. He took her mouth with his,moving his tongue with hers. His Hand finds it's way between her legs ,he slips two fingers inside of her, she gasps from the pain that fades into pleasure.. She was wet and tight, everything he fantasized. He was slowly breaking her down into every thing he needed her to be. Soft. Accepting. Willing.

"Remy we shouldn't do this...I can't..."'

Maybe this once, she thought as he kissed along the curve of her neck. He guided her hand down his pants, allowing her to fondle his length, wanting to be inside her. She went from resisting to impatiently pulling his shirt over and off his body. He couldn't undo his pants fast enough or find the closest furniture he can take her on, so happens it was the couch. He grabs her arm, insisting she join him. She straddles his lap. Resistance weighed upon her, was she ready to engage in this wicked game? Was she ready to sell her soul? Her wetness closely hovered over the tip of his shaft. But when he takes the bud of her breast in his mouth, all reason fades into black. She feels worshiped and adorned. She can not restrain herself any longer. She lowers herself, allowing his stiffness to stretch her sweet opening.

"Ooooh shit..." he breathed. He caressed her back, feeling intoxicated while she grinds on top of him. She became the perfect drug. Her touch, her mouth, her smell, her moans, kept him addicted to the moment. "Fuck me..." He whispered in her ear. She could not resist him then, even if she wanted to. He held the back of her neck, he crushed her mouth with his.

She felt a fairly familiar intended feeling reaching up in her body. "Remy..." She cries his name. She leans forward and rides him harder.

He felt the walls of her sex tighten and grip him. He grabbed her hips to control her. He's going to explode inside of her. He pulled her hair and listened to her cry out as her body trembled before him. Watching her in ecstasy was the most amazing thing he ever saw. Her quick jerks of her hips sends him straight to paradise. She finally collapse on top of him.

He was completely spent but he managed to carry her to her bed and pull the sheets over them. She was completely drained.

"I didn't know that I could feel like that..." she said as they laid silent in the dark.

He smirked while keeping his eyes closed. He knew there was no going back from this. He was not going anywhere. This should have happened a long time ago, he thought. He scooted her closer to him with one arm. He held her close from behind, tracing the length of her neck with his lips. He adored the way she offered her flesh for him to savor. He neglects to tell her but it is time for round two.

She has the nerve to thinks that she could drift off to sleep, he gently rolls Ororo on her back, he separate her legs and plants himself between them, smothering her body with his.

"Get off of me..." Ororo laughs, barely able to stay awake. "Haven't you done enough to me?"

His hands holds her forearms, pinning her arms by the side of her head, down to the mattress. Nudging her leg up with his knee. Waking her back to her senses. "I can't get enough of you."