Disclaimer: I don't own characters except OC to come
*Ororo = this is the adult Ororo
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Ororo unzipped her uniform and let it gently slide from her body to the floor while the white tiles cooled her barefeet. She ran the water for her bath, making it as hot as she could get it, and filled the tub with fragrant bubbles. While the water ran, she stood before her mirror pulling her white tresses into a loose bun atop her head; looking every bit like a regal goddess even in her disheveled state.
Ororo slid her nude body into the steamy bath water and sunk below the vast amount of bubbles, leaning her head against the rim of the tub. To halt the running water, her foot rose from the water and pushed up the silver handle gently. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the flowery scent from the lilac plants she kept in her bathroom.
Her lids began to drift shut as the hot mist rose from her bath, casting a slight sheen on her brown skin. But only a moment passed before an image of a little girl flashed in her mind. All Ororo could see were her vibrant green eyes; the rest of her face was shrouded in darkness.
Startled by the image, Ororo's eyes darted open. She brought her hand to her face, covering her eyes lightly. She brushed the strands of slightly curled hair from her face. Something was bothering her more and more--she just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
After a few more moments of trying to relax in her tub proved useless, Ororo emerged from the sudsy water. She wrapped herself in her white terrycloth bathrobe and wiped away the fog that covered her mirror.
Ororo paused for a moment and stared at her own reflection. She was tired, and she could see it her eyes. She breathed a heavy sigh and exited the sauna-like bathroom to change for bed.
After rummaging through her drawers for something to sleep in, her eye caught a slinky champagne colored chemise that fell about mid thigh. Ororo laid her robe on the chair next to her dresser and slid on the matching thong underwear. She then raised her arms to let the chemise glide onto her body.
Ororo studied herself in her vanity mirror. Her fingers grazing over the delicate lace that covered her bare chest. She adjusted the thin straps on her shoulders and let her soft white hair fall from atop her head. While yawning a few times as she lotioned her long limbs, Ororo strode over to her downy bed, crawled beneath the covers, and let her fatigue overtake her.
* * *
Only an hour or two had passed when more images filtered into Ororo's dreams. She could hear echoes of children's laughter. Their giggles floated into her ears as the images became clearer.
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"Come on Rosie, we're almost there", a voice called.
"Ro, wait up", another voice called as she ran after her laughing.
She watched as two children ran through a field of thick green grass--it was a village in Africa. *Ororo immediately recognized the first little girl--it was her when she was about five or six. Ororo ran as the little girl straggled behind her, both laughing with joy. *Ororo began to recognize the little girl that followed. She was a little smaller than herself at that age, but not by much. She had flowing brown hair that whipped behind her as she ran. Her brown skin seemed to glow in the sunlight that beat down on them.
The girl finally caught up to Ororo as both girls jumped into the cool blue water that lay just beyond the end of the field. Their giggles continued as they splashed each other in the hot sun. *Ororo then noticed the girls' eyes, they were the same shade of green as she remembered from before.
"Ororo, Rosie...what did I tell you two. No playing until you finished your exercises!!" a man's voice hollered not too far away. It was Achmed. *Ororo had almost forgotten how young he use to look.
"Ohhh, please...just a few more minutes", they both pleaded.
"No young ladies. First you work, then you play", his voice softened.
The snowy haired child accompanied her dark haired friend out of the water, soaked from head to toe. They both ran back to Achmed, who was standing there in the grass patiently. Achmed gathered the two little ones in his arms and carried them back to the village.
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As these images faded, Ororo could hear the last few remnants of laughter. But she was not prepared for what followed. The sound of gunshots, yelling, and alarms flooded her ears. But someone's screams haunted her the most.
"RO, PLEEEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" a girl's voice cried.
Ororo shot up in her bed, breathing heavily as a layer of sweat covered her body. She threw off her covers and slowly paced about her room. She tried to shake it off but the voice that cried out to her began to haunt her. She put on her matching silk robe and left her room.
* * *
The quiet halls of the mansion calmed her, but only slightly. She entered the dark kitchen, turned on the lights, and began to fix herself some warm tea to further calm her nerves. Her robe lay on the back of her chair as she sat there alone, or so she thought.
She slowly sipped her tea, the herbal scent filled her senses as she stared at the steam that rose from the cup. She was so focused on what was before her that she didn't notice a certain pair of eyes were watching her pensive state from the doorway.
"Bonjour, Stormy"
Ororo looked up and found a pair of dark eyes watching her...Remy. He stood their casually, leaning against the entrance way in a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt, and his always present trenchcoat. His auburn hair had recently been cut so that it was a little longer on top and shorter in the back, but strands of his hair still hung about his face
"Oh, hello Remy. I didn't hear you come in", the shyness present in her voice.
"It's nice to see I haven't lost mah touch", he said striding over to the table, straddling the chair across from her. He folded his arms over the back of the chair and lit up a cigarette.
"You're getting in kind of late", Ororo glanced at the clock on the wall that read 2 a.m.
"Oui, but Ah'm early for breakfast, non?" he joked, letting a stream of smoke escape his lips.
A small smile crossed her face. He had always been able to make her laugh.
"You're up kinda early, aren't ya chere?"
"I couldn't sleep", she returned to her tea.
"Thinkin' 'bout dat mission earlier?" he asked her softly.
"Sort of. My body aches too much to sleep", she said distantly.
"Oh, but what a lovely body it tis chere", Remy flirted shamelessly with her. In fact, he flirted with her the most because he knew he could. It was also because she flirted back, they both knew that nothing would happen.
Ororo smiled and stuck the tip of her finger in her tea. She then flicked a drop of it at him, causing him to laugh a bit.
"You're quite the charmer, Remy. But I guess you already know that", she laughed.
"When Ah'm around you Stormy, I jus' can't help it", his cheshire grin making her laugh even more.
Ororo took another sip of her tea when she noticed that Remy still had his eyes on her.
"What?"
"Are you sure you're all right chere?", his voice more concerned.
"Remy, I'm fine. I just need some sleep. And judging by how late you just came in, you do too."
"Is dat an invitation, Stormy?" he teased seductively, lowering his head slightly but his eyes were still locked with hers.
"And what if it is?" she challenged him.
Remy's red eyes brightened as he stared, almost surprised, at her sultry gaze.
When he didn't respond she rose from the table to empty her cup, knowing she had gotten the upper hand. Remy's eyes followed her graceful figure across the room. The way the silk from her chemise clung to the curves of her body. He was staring her down pretty hard. Remy could tell she was wearing a thong by the way the silk fabric draped over her derriere. And if he looked hard enough, which he shouldn't have been doing, he could see that the lace that covered her full breasts didn't exactly cover everything.
Remy took his gaze from her and cleared his throat, almost guiltily. Ororo found her way back to the chair and put her robe back on, to Remy's dismay.
Ororo walked over to Remy, who was some what shrouded in the thin line of smoke that rose from the cigarette between his fingers.
"Well, I think I'll head off to bed now. I think you should do the same, my friend", her voice was soft and gentle as he looked up at her.
She was about to turn away by stopped. She leaned in close to the side of his face, the smell of perfume hitting her--which was nothing knew for a man with Remy's reputation. Remy inclined his head up towards her a little intrigued by her actions, and just how close she get to him.
"Remy, is that a hickey???" she sounded a bit surprised.
Remy couldn't hide the grin overtaking him.
"Don' tell me you never saw one before, Stormy?" he laughed.
"Aren't you a bit old for that?" she chided.
"Jus' 'cause it's you Stormy, I'll let dat one slide" he rose from his seat.
"Don't you have anything more constructive to do.", she started lightly.
"Like what?" His voice perked up as he moved closer to her.
"Nevermind", she said a little embarrassed.
"No, no, no, chere. You not gettin' off dat easy. Do I have anyt'ing better ta do like what...?" Remy stood in front of her moving closer, causing her to back up against the table.
"I don't know", her voice lowered as she tilted her head down.
Remy tilted her chin up so that their eyes met.
"Well lemme guess...go out an drink, smoke, or maybe sleepin' around was what ya had in mind", He said seductively, placing his hands on the table trapping her between them with his body dangerously close to her.
"Remy I ..." he placed a finger to her lips silencing her. She was beginning to think she had insulted him.
"I'll have you know dat dis pretty lil' blonde kept me company most of da night. But in de end, I turned her down", he seemed almost proud.
"That would be a first", she jested.
"Oooohh, dat hurts Stormy", Remy feigned hurt feelings.
They held each others gaze but nothing was said. Remy's eyes were boring into hers, his face inches from hers.
"Good night Remy", the words barely escaping her lips.
Remy edged away from her and let her pass, deciding to remain in the kitchen and finish his cigarette. He noticed her slightly flushed face and smiled to himself... he had regained the upper hand.
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TBC
*Ororo = this is the adult Ororo
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Ororo unzipped her uniform and let it gently slide from her body to the floor while the white tiles cooled her barefeet. She ran the water for her bath, making it as hot as she could get it, and filled the tub with fragrant bubbles. While the water ran, she stood before her mirror pulling her white tresses into a loose bun atop her head; looking every bit like a regal goddess even in her disheveled state.
Ororo slid her nude body into the steamy bath water and sunk below the vast amount of bubbles, leaning her head against the rim of the tub. To halt the running water, her foot rose from the water and pushed up the silver handle gently. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the flowery scent from the lilac plants she kept in her bathroom.
Her lids began to drift shut as the hot mist rose from her bath, casting a slight sheen on her brown skin. But only a moment passed before an image of a little girl flashed in her mind. All Ororo could see were her vibrant green eyes; the rest of her face was shrouded in darkness.
Startled by the image, Ororo's eyes darted open. She brought her hand to her face, covering her eyes lightly. She brushed the strands of slightly curled hair from her face. Something was bothering her more and more--she just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
After a few more moments of trying to relax in her tub proved useless, Ororo emerged from the sudsy water. She wrapped herself in her white terrycloth bathrobe and wiped away the fog that covered her mirror.
Ororo paused for a moment and stared at her own reflection. She was tired, and she could see it her eyes. She breathed a heavy sigh and exited the sauna-like bathroom to change for bed.
After rummaging through her drawers for something to sleep in, her eye caught a slinky champagne colored chemise that fell about mid thigh. Ororo laid her robe on the chair next to her dresser and slid on the matching thong underwear. She then raised her arms to let the chemise glide onto her body.
Ororo studied herself in her vanity mirror. Her fingers grazing over the delicate lace that covered her bare chest. She adjusted the thin straps on her shoulders and let her soft white hair fall from atop her head. While yawning a few times as she lotioned her long limbs, Ororo strode over to her downy bed, crawled beneath the covers, and let her fatigue overtake her.
* * *
Only an hour or two had passed when more images filtered into Ororo's dreams. She could hear echoes of children's laughter. Their giggles floated into her ears as the images became clearer.
+++
"Come on Rosie, we're almost there", a voice called.
"Ro, wait up", another voice called as she ran after her laughing.
She watched as two children ran through a field of thick green grass--it was a village in Africa. *Ororo immediately recognized the first little girl--it was her when she was about five or six. Ororo ran as the little girl straggled behind her, both laughing with joy. *Ororo began to recognize the little girl that followed. She was a little smaller than herself at that age, but not by much. She had flowing brown hair that whipped behind her as she ran. Her brown skin seemed to glow in the sunlight that beat down on them.
The girl finally caught up to Ororo as both girls jumped into the cool blue water that lay just beyond the end of the field. Their giggles continued as they splashed each other in the hot sun. *Ororo then noticed the girls' eyes, they were the same shade of green as she remembered from before.
"Ororo, Rosie...what did I tell you two. No playing until you finished your exercises!!" a man's voice hollered not too far away. It was Achmed. *Ororo had almost forgotten how young he use to look.
"Ohhh, please...just a few more minutes", they both pleaded.
"No young ladies. First you work, then you play", his voice softened.
The snowy haired child accompanied her dark haired friend out of the water, soaked from head to toe. They both ran back to Achmed, who was standing there in the grass patiently. Achmed gathered the two little ones in his arms and carried them back to the village.
+++
As these images faded, Ororo could hear the last few remnants of laughter. But she was not prepared for what followed. The sound of gunshots, yelling, and alarms flooded her ears. But someone's screams haunted her the most.
"RO, PLEEEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" a girl's voice cried.
Ororo shot up in her bed, breathing heavily as a layer of sweat covered her body. She threw off her covers and slowly paced about her room. She tried to shake it off but the voice that cried out to her began to haunt her. She put on her matching silk robe and left her room.
* * *
The quiet halls of the mansion calmed her, but only slightly. She entered the dark kitchen, turned on the lights, and began to fix herself some warm tea to further calm her nerves. Her robe lay on the back of her chair as she sat there alone, or so she thought.
She slowly sipped her tea, the herbal scent filled her senses as she stared at the steam that rose from the cup. She was so focused on what was before her that she didn't notice a certain pair of eyes were watching her pensive state from the doorway.
"Bonjour, Stormy"
Ororo looked up and found a pair of dark eyes watching her...Remy. He stood their casually, leaning against the entrance way in a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt, and his always present trenchcoat. His auburn hair had recently been cut so that it was a little longer on top and shorter in the back, but strands of his hair still hung about his face
"Oh, hello Remy. I didn't hear you come in", the shyness present in her voice.
"It's nice to see I haven't lost mah touch", he said striding over to the table, straddling the chair across from her. He folded his arms over the back of the chair and lit up a cigarette.
"You're getting in kind of late", Ororo glanced at the clock on the wall that read 2 a.m.
"Oui, but Ah'm early for breakfast, non?" he joked, letting a stream of smoke escape his lips.
A small smile crossed her face. He had always been able to make her laugh.
"You're up kinda early, aren't ya chere?"
"I couldn't sleep", she returned to her tea.
"Thinkin' 'bout dat mission earlier?" he asked her softly.
"Sort of. My body aches too much to sleep", she said distantly.
"Oh, but what a lovely body it tis chere", Remy flirted shamelessly with her. In fact, he flirted with her the most because he knew he could. It was also because she flirted back, they both knew that nothing would happen.
Ororo smiled and stuck the tip of her finger in her tea. She then flicked a drop of it at him, causing him to laugh a bit.
"You're quite the charmer, Remy. But I guess you already know that", she laughed.
"When Ah'm around you Stormy, I jus' can't help it", his cheshire grin making her laugh even more.
Ororo took another sip of her tea when she noticed that Remy still had his eyes on her.
"What?"
"Are you sure you're all right chere?", his voice more concerned.
"Remy, I'm fine. I just need some sleep. And judging by how late you just came in, you do too."
"Is dat an invitation, Stormy?" he teased seductively, lowering his head slightly but his eyes were still locked with hers.
"And what if it is?" she challenged him.
Remy's red eyes brightened as he stared, almost surprised, at her sultry gaze.
When he didn't respond she rose from the table to empty her cup, knowing she had gotten the upper hand. Remy's eyes followed her graceful figure across the room. The way the silk from her chemise clung to the curves of her body. He was staring her down pretty hard. Remy could tell she was wearing a thong by the way the silk fabric draped over her derriere. And if he looked hard enough, which he shouldn't have been doing, he could see that the lace that covered her full breasts didn't exactly cover everything.
Remy took his gaze from her and cleared his throat, almost guiltily. Ororo found her way back to the chair and put her robe back on, to Remy's dismay.
Ororo walked over to Remy, who was some what shrouded in the thin line of smoke that rose from the cigarette between his fingers.
"Well, I think I'll head off to bed now. I think you should do the same, my friend", her voice was soft and gentle as he looked up at her.
She was about to turn away by stopped. She leaned in close to the side of his face, the smell of perfume hitting her--which was nothing knew for a man with Remy's reputation. Remy inclined his head up towards her a little intrigued by her actions, and just how close she get to him.
"Remy, is that a hickey???" she sounded a bit surprised.
Remy couldn't hide the grin overtaking him.
"Don' tell me you never saw one before, Stormy?" he laughed.
"Aren't you a bit old for that?" she chided.
"Jus' 'cause it's you Stormy, I'll let dat one slide" he rose from his seat.
"Don't you have anything more constructive to do.", she started lightly.
"Like what?" His voice perked up as he moved closer to her.
"Nevermind", she said a little embarrassed.
"No, no, no, chere. You not gettin' off dat easy. Do I have anyt'ing better ta do like what...?" Remy stood in front of her moving closer, causing her to back up against the table.
"I don't know", her voice lowered as she tilted her head down.
Remy tilted her chin up so that their eyes met.
"Well lemme guess...go out an drink, smoke, or maybe sleepin' around was what ya had in mind", He said seductively, placing his hands on the table trapping her between them with his body dangerously close to her.
"Remy I ..." he placed a finger to her lips silencing her. She was beginning to think she had insulted him.
"I'll have you know dat dis pretty lil' blonde kept me company most of da night. But in de end, I turned her down", he seemed almost proud.
"That would be a first", she jested.
"Oooohh, dat hurts Stormy", Remy feigned hurt feelings.
They held each others gaze but nothing was said. Remy's eyes were boring into hers, his face inches from hers.
"Good night Remy", the words barely escaping her lips.
Remy edged away from her and let her pass, deciding to remain in the kitchen and finish his cigarette. He noticed her slightly flushed face and smiled to himself... he had regained the upper hand.
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TBC