Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, jeez I can tell this is gonna be monotonous writing this every time.

A/N: Hmm this popped out of nowhere, I just started writing.  Just go with it. It's 'supposed' to be funny, but I don't know how it'll turn out, you're as oblivious as I am. 

Ro's Special Friend

Chapter 1 – Not just the kids up to no good

White hair swished, eyes glistened like ice.  A feminine laugh tinkled and then a masculine roar accompanied it.

"Oh your just so…" Storm stopped mid sentence and squealed out load.  Burly hands were tickling her, she couldn't stop herself laughing and soon she was doubled over in fits of laughter.

"Care for a dance, ma'lady", asked the well built man, holding out his hand, in a gentleman fashion.  He waited patiently for Storm to wipe the tickling induced tears from her eyes.

"Oh" grinned Storm blushing, "of course dear sir" she said taking his large, but surprisingly soft hand.

They danced in an eccentric ballroom style dance.  Storms arms draped around his neck resting her head on his shoulder, his hands protectively held her at the small of her back.  They danced to a slow song, which had a few fast beats here and there.  When it came to the end of the song, he tipped her so her hair came close to touching the floor. 

They stared at each other for a while, before he brought Storm back to a standing position.  Feeling quite dizzy she stumbled slightly, falling directly in his arms.  The perfect opportunity for a kiss.  Their lips met in a fiercely in causing Storm to lose her breath. 

This type of behaviour was as regular as clockwork, every Saturday night Storm would invite her 'special friend' up to her room.  This was kept a secret from the members of the team.  However no secrets could be kept from Old Baldy, he would be able to sense the presence, so Storm had had to spill all to him.  Luckily none of the others suspected a thing.

However tonight was different, everyone else had gone off to a formal meeting, much to everone's dismay.  Later on the two headed downstairs hand in hand.  As the mansion was all theirs for the night.

The headed to the kitchen, in search of something sweet and passably runny.  Preferably chocolate thought Storm.  The robust man sat at the kitchen table, his head was to one side watching the weather witch admiringly.  Storm was leisurely searching through the contents of the fridge. 

"Hmm" her features contorted to a frown, then hiding at the back of the fridge she spotted what she seeked, her slender hand enclosed around the food source.

Storm poked her head back out the fridge and smiled, reassuringly.

"There's not much food in here, I mean the teenagers we live with you'd think they'd never eaten before in their lives!" she said, noticing the way his muscles rippled, visible beneath his shirt.  She took a deep breath in.

She stood away from the fridge her hands hidden behind her back.

"You just look so darn good, I could eat you", he drawled, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.  Storm blushed again, and looked at the floor. 

Storm approached the table, her hands still clasped behind her back.  When she reached him she put both hands on his shoulders and kissed him.  Then without warning she produced the squirty cream from behind her back and generously squirted him with it.

"So that's how you want to play it huh?" he asked smirking.  Storm backed away from the table holding out the cream like a weapon.  The muscular man growled playfully and jumped clean over the table, Storm let out a startled shriek.

He snatched the cream from her and retaliated by squirting to lines of cream down her cheeks.  Then he moved to attacking her hair.  She tried to duck, but it ended up oozing down her back.  This fight continued until they emptied the bottle.

The two were frolicking like children, both covered from head to toe in cream.  The man was sat on a chair, and Storm leaned over to kiss him.  They were blissfully unaware of the front door slam shut and footsteps heading towards the kitchen.  It wasn't until the kitchen door crashed back against its hinges, making a dent in the wall, they realised that they weren't alone.

"WHAT THE…?" exclaimed the figure at the doorway; his bottom jaw nearly scraped the floor.

TBC

Anyone think they know who Ororo's 'special friend' is, then say so in the review.