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Chapter Three
"So with love-
Sighs from the deep seas of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless haven of memories." Kahlil Gibran
"What's with you two?" John asked Bobby and Rogue as they sat on the armchairs in the Rec Room.
"We've been sent as chaperones." Bobby answered solemnly.
John grinned widely. "Come on, Iceman, you can't tell me that no one trusts me with a pretty girl." he said, throwing his arm around Oracle's shoulder as they all laughed.
"Actually, no one trusts Oracle." Rogue corrected.
"What?" she exclaimed. "What have I done?"
"Oh, you know what you did, you bad, bad girl." John scolded her playfully.
She shoved him away, laughing. "You're awful."
"Definitely." He agreed, then turned to Rogue and Bobby. "Bye-bye!" he said, waving.
Rogue shrugged, looking at Bobby. 'Well," she drawled, joking around. "They're both in the middle of the Rec Room. What can they do?"
"You'd be surprised." He answered dryly, though a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah, get outta here!" John bellowed good-naturedly, chucking a pillow at Bobby. They walked away, laughing after Bobby dodged the pillow.
John pulled his arm back from around her shoulder. "Hey," he said, grinning.
"Hey," she chuckled.
"So.what's up?"
She smiled at his awkwardness. "Haven't we already had this conversation today?"
He shrugged. "Probably a couple times, but I wasn't aware anyone was counting."
Oracle raised an eyebrow, then shrugged also. "Fair enough."
"Movie?" he asked, leaning forward and picking the remote control off the coffee table.
"Movie." Oracle agreed.
He pressed the buttons on the remote, and they sat awkwardly during the first half of the movie. About halfway though, John's hand encompassed hers and they heard snickering from behind them.
"Go away!" John yelled, looking over the back of the couch. Oracle turned, also, to see some kids running off, but only after one stuck a blue, forked tongue out at them.
John chuckled. "We're causing a scene, I think." He muttered to her under his breath.
She nodded. "Wanna give them something to giggle about." She asked, scooting closer.
He laughed, then nodded, putting his arm back around her shoulder. Oracle leaned her head on his shoulder as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Her mouth dropped open, grinning, and she laughed as she heard a sharp intake of breath behind the couch.
She contemplated in her mind for a moment, then pulled down John's head to kiss him- intending for it to be quick. He surprised her, though, by catching her lips with his and burying a hand in her hair. She stiffened, shocked by his actions and the hunger of the kiss. He kissed her passionately, with an undertone of possession she could just sense.
She felt him regain his senses, and pull away, red with embarrassment. "Sorry," he muttered. "I-" He gave up on talking as they kissed again, this time pulling Oracle close as she kissed him back as Rogue's words echoed in her mind- "You want to hold him and kiss him and run your hands through his hair." Complying, her hand snaked up from around his neck and into John's soft brown hair.
"Hey!" a sharp voice snapped. They jumped apart, like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar just before dinner, and turned to see Scott standing above them, arms crossed.
"Hey, Cyclops. What's up?" John asked, playing it cool.
Scott cocked an eyebrow. "None of that here."
"No manners? No asking friends how they're doing?" John asked with mock surprise. "Oh, dear! It's a terrible world we live in, don't you think?" he asked Oracle, eyes shining.
"Most definitely." She agreed.
"Ha ha. Very funny, kids. Hands off each other, and-"
"But you and Jean always have your hands on each other." A young boy interrupted.
Scott looked flustered at this new opponent. "Yes, but we're not groping." He pointed out.
"Neither were we. We were very tasteful." John responded.
"What's groping?" the young boy asked.
"It's how you make babies." A little girl accompanying him said matter-of-factly.
Scott turned a slight shade of red as John and Oracle looked at each other, then burst into laugher.
"Go, kids. It's almost lights out." He said, shooing everyone off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was barely conscious, just enough to hear people talking above her. Angels? Or some sort of demon?, her mind wondered, half-asleep because of pain medication.
"You can't.she.baby.impossible." she heard snippets of conversation as she lay flat on her back.
Impossible. It sure seemed that way now.
Sleep engulfed her once more, so quickly that soon the voices seemed as much of a dream as John and her daughter.
Chapter Three
"So with love-
Sighs from the deep seas of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless haven of memories." Kahlil Gibran
"What's with you two?" John asked Bobby and Rogue as they sat on the armchairs in the Rec Room.
"We've been sent as chaperones." Bobby answered solemnly.
John grinned widely. "Come on, Iceman, you can't tell me that no one trusts me with a pretty girl." he said, throwing his arm around Oracle's shoulder as they all laughed.
"Actually, no one trusts Oracle." Rogue corrected.
"What?" she exclaimed. "What have I done?"
"Oh, you know what you did, you bad, bad girl." John scolded her playfully.
She shoved him away, laughing. "You're awful."
"Definitely." He agreed, then turned to Rogue and Bobby. "Bye-bye!" he said, waving.
Rogue shrugged, looking at Bobby. 'Well," she drawled, joking around. "They're both in the middle of the Rec Room. What can they do?"
"You'd be surprised." He answered dryly, though a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah, get outta here!" John bellowed good-naturedly, chucking a pillow at Bobby. They walked away, laughing after Bobby dodged the pillow.
John pulled his arm back from around her shoulder. "Hey," he said, grinning.
"Hey," she chuckled.
"So.what's up?"
She smiled at his awkwardness. "Haven't we already had this conversation today?"
He shrugged. "Probably a couple times, but I wasn't aware anyone was counting."
Oracle raised an eyebrow, then shrugged also. "Fair enough."
"Movie?" he asked, leaning forward and picking the remote control off the coffee table.
"Movie." Oracle agreed.
He pressed the buttons on the remote, and they sat awkwardly during the first half of the movie. About halfway though, John's hand encompassed hers and they heard snickering from behind them.
"Go away!" John yelled, looking over the back of the couch. Oracle turned, also, to see some kids running off, but only after one stuck a blue, forked tongue out at them.
John chuckled. "We're causing a scene, I think." He muttered to her under his breath.
She nodded. "Wanna give them something to giggle about." She asked, scooting closer.
He laughed, then nodded, putting his arm back around her shoulder. Oracle leaned her head on his shoulder as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Her mouth dropped open, grinning, and she laughed as she heard a sharp intake of breath behind the couch.
She contemplated in her mind for a moment, then pulled down John's head to kiss him- intending for it to be quick. He surprised her, though, by catching her lips with his and burying a hand in her hair. She stiffened, shocked by his actions and the hunger of the kiss. He kissed her passionately, with an undertone of possession she could just sense.
She felt him regain his senses, and pull away, red with embarrassment. "Sorry," he muttered. "I-" He gave up on talking as they kissed again, this time pulling Oracle close as she kissed him back as Rogue's words echoed in her mind- "You want to hold him and kiss him and run your hands through his hair." Complying, her hand snaked up from around his neck and into John's soft brown hair.
"Hey!" a sharp voice snapped. They jumped apart, like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar just before dinner, and turned to see Scott standing above them, arms crossed.
"Hey, Cyclops. What's up?" John asked, playing it cool.
Scott cocked an eyebrow. "None of that here."
"No manners? No asking friends how they're doing?" John asked with mock surprise. "Oh, dear! It's a terrible world we live in, don't you think?" he asked Oracle, eyes shining.
"Most definitely." She agreed.
"Ha ha. Very funny, kids. Hands off each other, and-"
"But you and Jean always have your hands on each other." A young boy interrupted.
Scott looked flustered at this new opponent. "Yes, but we're not groping." He pointed out.
"Neither were we. We were very tasteful." John responded.
"What's groping?" the young boy asked.
"It's how you make babies." A little girl accompanying him said matter-of-factly.
Scott turned a slight shade of red as John and Oracle looked at each other, then burst into laugher.
"Go, kids. It's almost lights out." He said, shooing everyone off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was barely conscious, just enough to hear people talking above her. Angels? Or some sort of demon?, her mind wondered, half-asleep because of pain medication.
"You can't.she.baby.impossible." she heard snippets of conversation as she lay flat on her back.
Impossible. It sure seemed that way now.
Sleep engulfed her once more, so quickly that soon the voices seemed as much of a dream as John and her daughter.