Just a quick note, this chapter I'll be switching it up. Focusing on two characters other than Storm and Aaron. Hopefully you guys enjoy it as I'm tinkering with the idea of highlighting other characters to tell the story as well. Let me know what cha think!
-Med lab 1-
Betsy finds herself in awe of Hank McCoy.
Before coming here she knew he was intelligent, brilliant even, but until now she didn't grasp the full ability of his mind. She can see how fast he makes connections, jumping from one hypothesis to the next. Discarding theories almost as quickly as they're made and for a telepath there is nothing more alluring than a mind like his.
Not only did he navigate the X-men effortlessly through the facility, until Wolverine lost his temper, but now he's working at least three different machines while sifting through tremendous amounts of biometric data. In truth she feels somewhat useless considering all she's there to do is monitor Jean's mental state, which remains inactive.
His fingers move in a blur over two keyboards, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, he's relentless in his search for answers. Finally, with a sigh he pushes away from the consoles, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
"Anything?" Betsy asks, watching him rub his neck to relieve the tension.
"They kept her doped with a drug that induces the symptoms of a coma, but because of her telepathic abilities she was still aware of what they were doing." Hank answers in disgust, standing to pace, "So she shut down her own brain, cut herself off from all sensory input. She did this while they had her hooked up to a telepathic inhibitor, so the strain on her mind was considerable. The drugs have worked their way out of her system, so at this point, the only one capable of waking her-"
"Is herself…?" Betsy answers in disbelief. She considered herself to be a skilled telepath, but apparently this Jean Grey was levels above her own station. "Can we help her?"
"We already are in a sense. Although her conscious mind is pretty well shut down subconsciously she would be aware in the change in her surroundings. With our thoughts and actions around the mansion we may be able to convince her that she is safe. Causing her to lift the veil on her own."
Betsy then stands and stretches her aching muscles; Hank in spite of himself cannot help but admire her form. "That's great news, Hank!" Betsy of course can feel his gaze although her back is to him. She turns in time to catch him embarrassingly turning away. She doesn't find his lingering looks at all uncomfortable. In fact given his normally controlled nature, she relishes the idea that he cannot help looking at her.
"Ahem… Well at this point Betsy you can turn in if you like, there's nothing more you can do here and I'm sure you're exhausted." Hank sits back in his chair to look over the monitors. Betsy notices his mood has darkened a bit and wonders if she has upset him.
"I could do with a shower, that's for sure… Don't you… uh… don't you have a personal one down here?" Betsy knew full well he did. Ororo told her he spent so much time down here that they installed one along with a small lounge area and a bedroom. In fact he hasn't slept on the upper levels in years according to Ororo. Never wanting to be too far from his lab. She didn't want to leave his company yet and she knew he didn't really want her to leave either.
"Uh… yes… but I'm sure the upstairs facilities would be better suited for you-"
"Nonsense," Betsy interrupts with a wave of her hand. "Besides this way I can keep you company. Lord knows you spend too much time down here in solitude as it is." Before he can protest Betsy is walking away towards his bathroom smiling at the thoughts of her next move.
-Med Lab 1-
Hank felt a slight twinge of anger at how Betsy had teased him. Flaunting her taut body in front him the way she had. Logically he knew she probably didn't mean to, but just like all the other beautiful women here she'd forgotten under all his fur he was still a man.
Most of the time they treated him like a big brother, sometimes that was okay, but he didn't see any of them; except Jean and Ororo as "sisters".
And Betsy was exotically beautiful. Between those supple curves, her soothing accent and her long lavender hair, he thought she belonged in a comic book, not in the real world. Especially not in his shower right now; naked and wet.
Pushing those thoughts away he decides to refocus on the side project that Logan had set him on a few days ago. Although he respected Wolverine's enhanced senses, he sometimes wondered if the man truly trusted anyone.
To Hank's knowledge, Aaron hadn't done anything to warrant suspicion. Unless you count the fact such a well adjusted, educated mutant was here in the first place. That question still bothered Hank somewhat, but not enough to go digging in cyberspace for answers.
Since Hank invited him here, he'd been a model student and a joy to teach. Hank was a fairly patient man, but most of the students here had no interest in advanced physics or chemistry, Aaron not only had an interest but an aptitude for it as well. With the proper guidance and direction he could some day rival Tony Stark or Reed Richards, yet if Logan suspected something he owed it to him to give it a thorough inspection.
Hank also wanted to really dig into the data Logan had liberated.
Initially Jean had been the top priority, but now he wanted to see just how far their experimentations on mutants had gone. If there were any more out there suffering like those four children were, he was sure the X-men should free them.
-Med Lab 1-
"That was exactly what I needed. Thank you Hank!" Hank turns to see Betsy clad in only a T-shirt bearing the likeness of Spiderman. Kitty had gotten it for him on a recent trip to Queens. Because it was so large it covered Betsy's entire body, but because she was still slightly damp it clung to her every curve.
Betsy sees Hank's mouth agape and looks down subconsciously, "You don't mind do you? Wardrobe options were kinda limited in your room…" She started to put her uniform back on, but the material tended chafe her if she was even the slightest bit damp, so she figured she'd just borrow a t-shirt. Now she wondered if her boldness had again caused someone she caread about to be uncomfortable.
"Not at all…" Hank manages. "You just… you're exquisite." Hank murmurs embarrassed.
Betsy blushes, something she hasn't done since her powers first manifested and every thought was an open book to her. She found she was touched not just by Hank's compliment, but the effort she knew it took for him to say such a thing. This was exactly the response she was hoping for.
"Thank you, Hank," Betsy moves towards him suddenly nervous. In the shower she was sure of what she wanted to do. Now in the face of this powerful man she found herself a little anxious, but in a good way. "Coming from you I take that as the ultimate compliment." She caresses his face surprised by how soft and luxurious the fur felt. She imagined it would be more like a lion's mane, course and thick. But instead it had almost a silky quality to it.
-Med Lab 1-
"You'rrrrrre welcome…" Hank responds unable to completely disguise the purring noise her touch elicits from him. This close he can nearly taste her scent, feel the heat coming off her body. It confuses him, because he can clearly see her desire for him; the dilated pupils, the increased blood flow below her waist, her large nipples straining against the fabric of the t-shirt, her breathing and heart rate have quickened.
Adding to his confusion she has now taken a spot in his lap, sitting sideways as she rubs his chest through his now open lab coat.
"Betsy-"
She silences him with a finger, "You are a very eloquent man Hank McCoy. And although I love listening to you talk, now is not the time for words." With that her mouth finds his. His lips are small, nearly non-existent but he uses them skillfully, the product of having been this way most of his life.
She moans as his mouth finds her neck. His hands massage her breasts through the damp shirt causing her nipples to thrum against his touch. With a snarl he tears the t-shirt in two exposing her body to the cool air of his lab, sending goose bumps all over her. He pauses realizing what he's done. In just a few seconds, Betsy had managed to release the beast caged inside of him. The one he always carefully kept in check.
"You can apologize to Kitty later, but you better not stop now!" Betsy threatens.
-Hank's Lounge area, later-
"I guess you need another shower now." Hank replies dryly unsure of what to say. The frenzied coupling that had just taken place has his head spinning. It all still seemed very surreal to him.
She approaches him gingerly, throwing her arms around his waist: "As much as I enjoy scent of you on my body, my muscles feel like I've run about two marathons. We're gonna have to practice a lot more if I've ever going to get accustomed to your size, big boy."
Hank beams at the compliment, before recognizing the weight of her words. "You mean you want to… that is you're interested in….?"
Playfully slapping his chest, Betsy replies with mock anger. "Why what type of strumpet do you take me for? A British lady does not take a man into her… recliner, without knowing full well what she is doing. I think punishment is order for your implication."
"Of course, it's what I deserve…" Hank replies bowing his head as if being rebuked, hiding his hungry smile. He never imagined having this woman more than once.
"It is indeed. You are to draw me a bath, and rub my shoulders and back until I forget what a Beast you were just now." She walks away from him and Hanks eyes are glued to the delicious sway of her hips.
"Right away Miss Braddock."