AngelStorm 2
Author's Notes: Man writing all these stories have me swamped, but that's a good thing. Considering that I love writing for you guys. This is chapter two, and Storm is very frustrated to say the say. I also used some suggestions from the reviews. Thank you Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If the world were a perfect place, then the X-Men would be mine. However the X-men are not mine, and neither is the world. Don't you just love the way things turn out?
Ororo Munroe had a rather restless night, and tossed and turned for hours unable to sleep. Thoughts about what Warren had told her earlier, kept entering into her mind. Did he really mean what he said? As she thought about the possibilities, she suddenly became enraged."
*How dare he! He's sound asleep, and now thanks to him I'm wide-awake. He should have just kept his idiotic thoughts to himself! Who does he think he is?
She tossed and turned some more in the bed, cursing each time her eyelids fluttered open.
She felt as if she was tangled in her bed sheets, which were almost identical to Warren's. She preferred Silk sheets too, and she remembered the way his sheets felt against her skin. Her bed sheets brought back images of Warren sprawled out on his bed, and she tried to shut the image off in her mind. She suddenly kicked the covers from her legs, and sent them sprawling to the floor.
She lay there trying her hardest to think of anything but Warren Worthington. She tried to forget the way his lips felt pressed against hers. She tried to forget the way his body felt pressed tightly against hers. She tried to forget the smell of puke on his breath, and the way it's strong smell excited her. Eeew, What was she thinking? Had it really been a long time since she last had a man that a man with puke breath could actually turn her on. How long has it been? She reasoned that it had been way too long, since she last had a man.
She reflected on the conversation that she had with him. She had told him that he was irresponsible. In a way he was, but then again he wasn't. He was a strong independent man, who had his own business. Surely you have to be responsible enough to run a successful business.
Then on the other hand, he had been irresponsible. Tonight was no exception. He was drunk, he got arrested, and he had the nerve to reveal secrets that she wasn't ready to hear. Like when he said that he like her too. Who was she kidding? The man was drunk. He was blitzed, plastered, completely out of his damn mind. There's no way he could've meant what he said. There was the possibility that he just said he liked her, but was actually picturing somebody else's face.
As far as she was concerned, Warren had never showed in interest in her at all. He hadn't even flirted with her, as if she wasn't attractive enough for him to even flirt with. This thought set off an onset of emotions, which caused Storm to curse loudly and stomp out of her bed.
She hated feeling this way. She hated knowing that a man could easily upset her, without him even trying to do it. Hell she couldn't even sleep! Maybe, what she needed was a drink too, but she decided against it.
*I'd hate to walk around like a bumbling idiot, confessing my love to those that I don't love.
Whoop there it is.
*Maybe that's what happened with Warren. The alcohol distorted his thinking abilities. What if he wasn't professing his love for me, but rather his hatred towards me instead?"
Earlier he mentioned the names of his ex-girlfriends and past loves. He said that he loved Jean, Pyscloke, Charlotte, and me. I know for a fact that none of these people were on Warren's good side any longer. Storm could recall the nasty nicknames that he gave them, after their untimely break ups.
He called Jean the tease. Pyscloke was called the cold-hearted witch. Take away the "W"
and add a "B", and that's what she really is. Charlotte was called the busy bee. Her motto was all work and no play, is just my kind of day. Warren always stated that they rarely ever played.
*Pity.
Then there was Storm. He'd never tell her to her face that she had one of those special nicknames, but she was sure that she had one.
*Now that I think about it, I'm getting a feeling that I know exactly where the name weather witch, and ice queen actually came from.
The very thought infuriated her to no end.
*You just wait until tomorrow. I'm going to tell his snotty butt off! Then again how will I ever be able to approach him? How can I look him straight I the eye, and tell him about everything that happened last night. How can I tell him that I enjoyed it? How can I tell him that I wanted more, so much more? How could I tell him that I still wanted more?
Storm walked to her bedroom mirror, and stared at her reflection. She suddenly realized the answer to all of her questions.
*I won't tell him anything. I'll just pretend like I picked him up, and dropped him off. Nothing more. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.
She kept telling herself that over and over again, as she went back to her bed. She collapsed on the bed, and tried to go back to sleep. Yet every time she closed her eyes, images of Warren kept flooding into her head.
"Damn! I don't need this crap!"
Sleep still didn't come any easier for her, and so she tossed and turned some more. The night wore on, and it proved to be one of the longest nights that she ever had. Finally after four o'clock in the morning, she was finally able to get some sleep.
Warren was sound asleep in his bed, when his alarm went off. The sound of the alarm was too much for him to take. The loud wail sent a wave of excruciating pain flowing through his head. He cursed and hit the alarms snooze button. He rolled over on his back, and noticed that he was only in brief underwear. He couldn't remember taking off his clothes, and looked around his room and spotted them on the ground.
He sat up as slowly as he could, and then a flood of pain came rushing back to him. He held onto his head, trying not to cry. He stood up, and walked to his closet. He pulled out a different outfit to wear. He headed for the shower, and jumped right in. The water was hot, and it helped to relieve some of the pain that he was having.
Once he was through with his shower, he went downstairs to eat some breakfast. Bobby was the only one at the table, when Warren walked into the dining room. He looked at the young man, and took a seat across from him. Bobby was drinking some kind weird concoction. Bobby noticed that he was staring at the weird drink, and passed it to him.
"Trust me this will get rid of that hangover in no time."
"I don't even remember how we got home." Warren said as he took a sip of the drink.
"That would be the ice queen herself."
"Storm?" He said looking up from his drink.
"Yeah. You know what that means don't you?"
"Nope." Warren said as he finished the nasty tasting stuff in one swallow.
"Hey man, I didn't say that you could have the whole thing."
Warren mumbled that he was sorry, while Bobby continued to rant and rave about Storm.
"Anyway man, you better believe that sometime today, you and me are going to get a visit from Ms. Munroe."
"A visit for what?"
"Man have you been gone that long, that you forget all those long boring lectures that she used to give. Man I'm telling you, she's getting worse than Scott." Bobby said.
"They still give you lectures? How old are you now?"
"Twenty five and counting, and yes I still get lectures."
"Well I guess that means that I'm not excluded. I did overdue it on the booze last night."
"Tell me about it. Oh yeah don't forget that we owe Storm one thousand dollars."
"One thousand dollars? What the hell for?"
"Don't tell me you don't remember? How could you not remember that we were arrested last night, because you just had to hit a cop. Tell me you remember that at least."
"No. The last thing that I remember was dancing with some hot babe, and I was trying to give her a kiss."
"Man I drunk way more alcohol than you, and I remember almost everything that happened last night. What are you, a virgin drinker or something?"
"So what happened, because I don't remember a thing."?
"Well after we were arrested you called here, and asked Storm to come bail us out. When she finally came some bomb tried making the moves on her. You must have done or said something to frighten him away. I don't know what it was, because I wasn't really paying any attention at that point. Then she drove us home, and then I went to sleep. I do recall being awaken by the sound of you two arguing about something. I don't know what you two were talking about though. I guess she was a little pissed that we were wasted."
"I wonder why we were arguing?"
Bobby shrugged his shoulders, and then stood up from the table.
"I'm going out for a swim, that usually helps me to get over a nasty hangover."
"I'm going to head upstairs, to give Storm back the money that we owe her. Notice that I said we, and not me?"
"Come on man. I don't have five hundred dollars, but I can give you two fifty."
"That'll be fine, just give me what you got."
Bobby dug in his pockets, and threw a wad of bills and some change on the table. Warren picked up the money and counted it.
"Two fifty?"
"I told you that was all that I could afford. You said that it was all right to give what I had."
"I thought that you had two hundred and fifty dollars, and not two dollars and fifty cents. You should go to the bank, or something. I refuse to pay the whole entire bill myself."
"Come on man. You're loaded! Just pay Storm back in full, and I promise I won't do something so stupid like that ever again."
"Fine whatever. Go."
Bobby walked out of the kitchen, leaving Warren to his thoughts. So they had been arrested, he had some kind of argument with Storm, and he was sure that she was very pissed off at them in some way or the other.
He collected the money out of his wallet, and stood from the table. He walked out of the dining room, and walked up the long staircase leading to Storm's room. He stood in front of her door, and knocked lightly. He waited for a few minutes, before he knocked again, this time harder. He listened for any sounds coming from the room, and he heard a rumbling coming from the inside of her room. So he knocked again.
Storm was dreaming of him, when she heard someone knocking on her door. She tried to ignore the knocking, but whoever it was just kept on knocking. Suddenly the knocks became even more louder, and Storm furiously sat up in her bed
*I'm going to kill whoever is knocking on my door, like some mad idiot.
The knocking persisted, and she stood on her feet. She stomped like a five year old having a temper tantrum, and her white hair flew all over her head. She walked to the door, and snatched it open. Her words left her mouth before she even realized whom it was.
"What in the hell do you want? Do you realize what time it..it…."
"I'm sorry Storm. Maybe I should come back later."
Storm noticed that Warren was trying his hardest not to look at her
*Does he remember? Goddess I didn't want him to remember.
"Warren its o.k. Really. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to…I'll just come by later." He looked around uncomfortably.
"There's no need for that. Is there something wrong?"
Warren looked into her blue eyes, and tried to speak. He opened his mouth to speak, and soon found his eyes roaming up and down at her body.
"Storm last night you were very generous to bail me out of prison. So I wanted to thank you, and repay you the money that I owed you. So here it is,"
"Warren last night you were very drunk, and by you being older, you should really try to set an good example for Bobby.
Warren stood there listening to Storm go on and on about responsibility, but he couldn't stop his eyes from taking in the gentle curbs of her hips. So he tried to focus on her eyes, eyes that were so warm and comforting.
*He did it again. What was he looking at?
Storm lowered her eyes and noticed that she was dressed in only a silk black bra and panties. She immediately cursed out loud, and slammed the door in Warren's face. She quickly reached for her robe, and put it on to cover her body. She sat down on the bed in order to catch her breath, and realized how badly she was shaking. She had been caught in an awkward position, but she still was rather rude to Warren. So she called out his name, in hopes to apologize.
"Warren you may come in now."
Warren walked into the room, as if he was being lead into a lion's den. He stood near the door, afraid to move any closer to Storm. Storm immediately picked up on this, and called him over once again.
"Warren I do not bite. Here sit next to me."
He did as he was told; fearing that the lecture Bobby had told him about had only just begun.
"Angel. I'm sorry for being so rude, I didn't mean to shut the door in your face like that, but let's just say you caught me in a very awkward position.
That was the last thing that Warren wanted to hear, was some scantily clad woman telling him that she was in an awkward position.
"Storm you have nothing to apologize for. I could've given you this money later. There is no reason that you should be sorry for anything. I mean I was the one that was drunk, I got arrested, and then I get you involved in the whole mess. No. I should be the one that's sorry."
"It's quite alright Warren."
"No it's not Storm, you deserve better than that. Look I'm sorry to have interrupted your sleep, so I'm going to just leave. Here's your money."
He handed her the money, and his hand brushed lightly against hers. They were both staring at the money, but in the instant that their hands touched, they looked into each other's eyes. Storm started it first, then Warren. They leaned closer to each other until there lips met. They took things slowly and they began exploring each other in places that their eyes hadn't ever seen. Soon things began to get hot and heavy.
However just as things were getting good, Warren jumped out of the bed as if it had spiders in it. A look of disgust crossed his face, as he looked down at Storm. She couldn't have felt any lower than she did at that moment.
Warren took his arm and wiped it across his mouth, and began pacing the room back and forth.
"Storm I don't know what came over me. You're like my baby sister, and I just can't do this."
"I don't understand."
"Don't get me wrong Ro. You're a beautiful woman, and you deserve a man that's going to treat you right. You need a man that is helplessly in love with you, but that man isn't me. Don't get me wrong I do love you, but only as a friend. I'm sorry. I should go."
Storm watched him walk out of that door, and she felt a single tear fall.
*Fine do what you want.
She lay back in the bed, once again recalling how his lips felt. She tossed and turned unable to sleep, knowing that today was going to be another long day. Then to top it all she still had to help Jubilee for her big day tomorrow.
*Damn him for making me feel this way!
Author's Notes: Man writing all these stories have me swamped, but that's a good thing. Considering that I love writing for you guys. This is chapter two, and Storm is very frustrated to say the say. I also used some suggestions from the reviews. Thank you Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If the world were a perfect place, then the X-Men would be mine. However the X-men are not mine, and neither is the world. Don't you just love the way things turn out?
Ororo Munroe had a rather restless night, and tossed and turned for hours unable to sleep. Thoughts about what Warren had told her earlier, kept entering into her mind. Did he really mean what he said? As she thought about the possibilities, she suddenly became enraged."
*How dare he! He's sound asleep, and now thanks to him I'm wide-awake. He should have just kept his idiotic thoughts to himself! Who does he think he is?
She tossed and turned some more in the bed, cursing each time her eyelids fluttered open.
She felt as if she was tangled in her bed sheets, which were almost identical to Warren's. She preferred Silk sheets too, and she remembered the way his sheets felt against her skin. Her bed sheets brought back images of Warren sprawled out on his bed, and she tried to shut the image off in her mind. She suddenly kicked the covers from her legs, and sent them sprawling to the floor.
She lay there trying her hardest to think of anything but Warren Worthington. She tried to forget the way his lips felt pressed against hers. She tried to forget the way his body felt pressed tightly against hers. She tried to forget the smell of puke on his breath, and the way it's strong smell excited her. Eeew, What was she thinking? Had it really been a long time since she last had a man that a man with puke breath could actually turn her on. How long has it been? She reasoned that it had been way too long, since she last had a man.
She reflected on the conversation that she had with him. She had told him that he was irresponsible. In a way he was, but then again he wasn't. He was a strong independent man, who had his own business. Surely you have to be responsible enough to run a successful business.
Then on the other hand, he had been irresponsible. Tonight was no exception. He was drunk, he got arrested, and he had the nerve to reveal secrets that she wasn't ready to hear. Like when he said that he like her too. Who was she kidding? The man was drunk. He was blitzed, plastered, completely out of his damn mind. There's no way he could've meant what he said. There was the possibility that he just said he liked her, but was actually picturing somebody else's face.
As far as she was concerned, Warren had never showed in interest in her at all. He hadn't even flirted with her, as if she wasn't attractive enough for him to even flirt with. This thought set off an onset of emotions, which caused Storm to curse loudly and stomp out of her bed.
She hated feeling this way. She hated knowing that a man could easily upset her, without him even trying to do it. Hell she couldn't even sleep! Maybe, what she needed was a drink too, but she decided against it.
*I'd hate to walk around like a bumbling idiot, confessing my love to those that I don't love.
Whoop there it is.
*Maybe that's what happened with Warren. The alcohol distorted his thinking abilities. What if he wasn't professing his love for me, but rather his hatred towards me instead?"
Earlier he mentioned the names of his ex-girlfriends and past loves. He said that he loved Jean, Pyscloke, Charlotte, and me. I know for a fact that none of these people were on Warren's good side any longer. Storm could recall the nasty nicknames that he gave them, after their untimely break ups.
He called Jean the tease. Pyscloke was called the cold-hearted witch. Take away the "W"
and add a "B", and that's what she really is. Charlotte was called the busy bee. Her motto was all work and no play, is just my kind of day. Warren always stated that they rarely ever played.
*Pity.
Then there was Storm. He'd never tell her to her face that she had one of those special nicknames, but she was sure that she had one.
*Now that I think about it, I'm getting a feeling that I know exactly where the name weather witch, and ice queen actually came from.
The very thought infuriated her to no end.
*You just wait until tomorrow. I'm going to tell his snotty butt off! Then again how will I ever be able to approach him? How can I look him straight I the eye, and tell him about everything that happened last night. How can I tell him that I enjoyed it? How can I tell him that I wanted more, so much more? How could I tell him that I still wanted more?
Storm walked to her bedroom mirror, and stared at her reflection. She suddenly realized the answer to all of her questions.
*I won't tell him anything. I'll just pretend like I picked him up, and dropped him off. Nothing more. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.
She kept telling herself that over and over again, as she went back to her bed. She collapsed on the bed, and tried to go back to sleep. Yet every time she closed her eyes, images of Warren kept flooding into her head.
"Damn! I don't need this crap!"
Sleep still didn't come any easier for her, and so she tossed and turned some more. The night wore on, and it proved to be one of the longest nights that she ever had. Finally after four o'clock in the morning, she was finally able to get some sleep.
Warren was sound asleep in his bed, when his alarm went off. The sound of the alarm was too much for him to take. The loud wail sent a wave of excruciating pain flowing through his head. He cursed and hit the alarms snooze button. He rolled over on his back, and noticed that he was only in brief underwear. He couldn't remember taking off his clothes, and looked around his room and spotted them on the ground.
He sat up as slowly as he could, and then a flood of pain came rushing back to him. He held onto his head, trying not to cry. He stood up, and walked to his closet. He pulled out a different outfit to wear. He headed for the shower, and jumped right in. The water was hot, and it helped to relieve some of the pain that he was having.
Once he was through with his shower, he went downstairs to eat some breakfast. Bobby was the only one at the table, when Warren walked into the dining room. He looked at the young man, and took a seat across from him. Bobby was drinking some kind weird concoction. Bobby noticed that he was staring at the weird drink, and passed it to him.
"Trust me this will get rid of that hangover in no time."
"I don't even remember how we got home." Warren said as he took a sip of the drink.
"That would be the ice queen herself."
"Storm?" He said looking up from his drink.
"Yeah. You know what that means don't you?"
"Nope." Warren said as he finished the nasty tasting stuff in one swallow.
"Hey man, I didn't say that you could have the whole thing."
Warren mumbled that he was sorry, while Bobby continued to rant and rave about Storm.
"Anyway man, you better believe that sometime today, you and me are going to get a visit from Ms. Munroe."
"A visit for what?"
"Man have you been gone that long, that you forget all those long boring lectures that she used to give. Man I'm telling you, she's getting worse than Scott." Bobby said.
"They still give you lectures? How old are you now?"
"Twenty five and counting, and yes I still get lectures."
"Well I guess that means that I'm not excluded. I did overdue it on the booze last night."
"Tell me about it. Oh yeah don't forget that we owe Storm one thousand dollars."
"One thousand dollars? What the hell for?"
"Don't tell me you don't remember? How could you not remember that we were arrested last night, because you just had to hit a cop. Tell me you remember that at least."
"No. The last thing that I remember was dancing with some hot babe, and I was trying to give her a kiss."
"Man I drunk way more alcohol than you, and I remember almost everything that happened last night. What are you, a virgin drinker or something?"
"So what happened, because I don't remember a thing."?
"Well after we were arrested you called here, and asked Storm to come bail us out. When she finally came some bomb tried making the moves on her. You must have done or said something to frighten him away. I don't know what it was, because I wasn't really paying any attention at that point. Then she drove us home, and then I went to sleep. I do recall being awaken by the sound of you two arguing about something. I don't know what you two were talking about though. I guess she was a little pissed that we were wasted."
"I wonder why we were arguing?"
Bobby shrugged his shoulders, and then stood up from the table.
"I'm going out for a swim, that usually helps me to get over a nasty hangover."
"I'm going to head upstairs, to give Storm back the money that we owe her. Notice that I said we, and not me?"
"Come on man. I don't have five hundred dollars, but I can give you two fifty."
"That'll be fine, just give me what you got."
Bobby dug in his pockets, and threw a wad of bills and some change on the table. Warren picked up the money and counted it.
"Two fifty?"
"I told you that was all that I could afford. You said that it was all right to give what I had."
"I thought that you had two hundred and fifty dollars, and not two dollars and fifty cents. You should go to the bank, or something. I refuse to pay the whole entire bill myself."
"Come on man. You're loaded! Just pay Storm back in full, and I promise I won't do something so stupid like that ever again."
"Fine whatever. Go."
Bobby walked out of the kitchen, leaving Warren to his thoughts. So they had been arrested, he had some kind of argument with Storm, and he was sure that she was very pissed off at them in some way or the other.
He collected the money out of his wallet, and stood from the table. He walked out of the dining room, and walked up the long staircase leading to Storm's room. He stood in front of her door, and knocked lightly. He waited for a few minutes, before he knocked again, this time harder. He listened for any sounds coming from the room, and he heard a rumbling coming from the inside of her room. So he knocked again.
Storm was dreaming of him, when she heard someone knocking on her door. She tried to ignore the knocking, but whoever it was just kept on knocking. Suddenly the knocks became even more louder, and Storm furiously sat up in her bed
*I'm going to kill whoever is knocking on my door, like some mad idiot.
The knocking persisted, and she stood on her feet. She stomped like a five year old having a temper tantrum, and her white hair flew all over her head. She walked to the door, and snatched it open. Her words left her mouth before she even realized whom it was.
"What in the hell do you want? Do you realize what time it..it…."
"I'm sorry Storm. Maybe I should come back later."
Storm noticed that Warren was trying his hardest not to look at her
*Does he remember? Goddess I didn't want him to remember.
"Warren its o.k. Really. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to…I'll just come by later." He looked around uncomfortably.
"There's no need for that. Is there something wrong?"
Warren looked into her blue eyes, and tried to speak. He opened his mouth to speak, and soon found his eyes roaming up and down at her body.
"Storm last night you were very generous to bail me out of prison. So I wanted to thank you, and repay you the money that I owed you. So here it is,"
"Warren last night you were very drunk, and by you being older, you should really try to set an good example for Bobby.
Warren stood there listening to Storm go on and on about responsibility, but he couldn't stop his eyes from taking in the gentle curbs of her hips. So he tried to focus on her eyes, eyes that were so warm and comforting.
*He did it again. What was he looking at?
Storm lowered her eyes and noticed that she was dressed in only a silk black bra and panties. She immediately cursed out loud, and slammed the door in Warren's face. She quickly reached for her robe, and put it on to cover her body. She sat down on the bed in order to catch her breath, and realized how badly she was shaking. She had been caught in an awkward position, but she still was rather rude to Warren. So she called out his name, in hopes to apologize.
"Warren you may come in now."
Warren walked into the room, as if he was being lead into a lion's den. He stood near the door, afraid to move any closer to Storm. Storm immediately picked up on this, and called him over once again.
"Warren I do not bite. Here sit next to me."
He did as he was told; fearing that the lecture Bobby had told him about had only just begun.
"Angel. I'm sorry for being so rude, I didn't mean to shut the door in your face like that, but let's just say you caught me in a very awkward position.
That was the last thing that Warren wanted to hear, was some scantily clad woman telling him that she was in an awkward position.
"Storm you have nothing to apologize for. I could've given you this money later. There is no reason that you should be sorry for anything. I mean I was the one that was drunk, I got arrested, and then I get you involved in the whole mess. No. I should be the one that's sorry."
"It's quite alright Warren."
"No it's not Storm, you deserve better than that. Look I'm sorry to have interrupted your sleep, so I'm going to just leave. Here's your money."
He handed her the money, and his hand brushed lightly against hers. They were both staring at the money, but in the instant that their hands touched, they looked into each other's eyes. Storm started it first, then Warren. They leaned closer to each other until there lips met. They took things slowly and they began exploring each other in places that their eyes hadn't ever seen. Soon things began to get hot and heavy.
However just as things were getting good, Warren jumped out of the bed as if it had spiders in it. A look of disgust crossed his face, as he looked down at Storm. She couldn't have felt any lower than she did at that moment.
Warren took his arm and wiped it across his mouth, and began pacing the room back and forth.
"Storm I don't know what came over me. You're like my baby sister, and I just can't do this."
"I don't understand."
"Don't get me wrong Ro. You're a beautiful woman, and you deserve a man that's going to treat you right. You need a man that is helplessly in love with you, but that man isn't me. Don't get me wrong I do love you, but only as a friend. I'm sorry. I should go."
Storm watched him walk out of that door, and she felt a single tear fall.
*Fine do what you want.
She lay back in the bed, once again recalling how his lips felt. She tossed and turned unable to sleep, knowing that today was going to be another long day. Then to top it all she still had to help Jubilee for her big day tomorrow.
*Damn him for making me feel this way!
