Chapter 12: Don't It Make You Sick?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you, dragonlady sakura, gethmane8, S.W.H, WolviesLover, and Jazz for the reviews! I'm really trying to give these characters some sense of love without distorting their essentially cold cores, but if it's not working, please understand that it's not an easy job. ;) In any case, I hope you like it.
She grabbed his jaw and jerked his face forward, forcing him to look into her eyes. "I don't pity you," she said through clenched teeth. "I empathize with you. Six years with the Shadow King was not exactly luxury. And you left me with quite a few scars yourself." He looked away from her, and she continued quickly, "I understand you have gone through a lot of shit in your life, but that does not give you the right to do what you did. In fact, primarily because of you, I was convinced for years-" She stopped, reaching an epiphany. "-I am still convinced-that if I love anyone, they will only hurt me."
The whole time she spoke, he kept avoiding her gaze. "I know. I'm so sorry. And I know that nothing I ever say will repay you for that, but-"
Ororo was speaking without thinking. "Do you honestly want to repay me?" He finally looked into her eyes and gave a small but sincere nod. "Prove to me that I can love again."
With that, he pressed his face into her own, and she grasped his back, surprised. Soon, the two were fully engrossed in each other, their tongues lashing out at one another violently. He supported her with one hand upon the small of her back and leaned into her body, thereby laying her upon the bed. Using only his forefinger and thumb, he swiftly unsnapped her bra, and removed his tongue from her mouth to tickle both her nipples with its tip. She arched her back, and he decided to skip foreplay.
* * *
Ororo's third orgasm began to simmer, and Victor slowed the pace of his thrusts. The chains around her wrists, which had been used primarily to force her to submit, uncoiled themselves and slid away from the bed. She smiled gleefully, wrapped one long leg around her lover's waist, and threw all her weight to the right. She and Victor both rolled over, and when they slumped to a stop, she was on top.
Victor, whose endurance finally ran out, didn't resist, as he had nearly a hundred times just hours earlier. He kissed her neck and chest, where several fresh cuts stood as trophies of their frisky frolic, and drew two tiny sips of her thick blood. She curled her legs into his, her bare frame receiving more than enough body warmth from his seemingly thermal skin.
Her head rested upon his chest, she heard a low rumbling start. The tremor- like sound grew until it consumed her ears, and she realized that he was purring in comfort. Memories of years past clouded her vision.
"He's in Orleans," Victor said, awakening her from her stupor.
"Hmm?" she sighed questioningly.
"Kelly. He's in an abandoned World War I base in Orleans, France. He's being guarded by Mystique, Avalanche, and Pyro."
"That is nice," she breathed carelessly. But a reminder of Jean sprang to her mind, and she began to wonder if her friend was alright. "I probably should go."
Victor's arm wrapped around her, silently screaming for her not to leave. "Yeah, you probably should."
"Though I daresay it does not hurt to stay for a few more minutes."
"I won't object." She chuckled softly, and he sat up. She slid down into his lap, and, as he nuzzled her face with his own, she rubbed her shoulder deeper into his chest. The two were no longer a world-renowned thief and an invulnerable assassin but two purring, cuddling kittens.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you, dragonlady sakura, gethmane8, S.W.H, WolviesLover, and Jazz for the reviews! I'm really trying to give these characters some sense of love without distorting their essentially cold cores, but if it's not working, please understand that it's not an easy job. ;) In any case, I hope you like it.
She grabbed his jaw and jerked his face forward, forcing him to look into her eyes. "I don't pity you," she said through clenched teeth. "I empathize with you. Six years with the Shadow King was not exactly luxury. And you left me with quite a few scars yourself." He looked away from her, and she continued quickly, "I understand you have gone through a lot of shit in your life, but that does not give you the right to do what you did. In fact, primarily because of you, I was convinced for years-" She stopped, reaching an epiphany. "-I am still convinced-that if I love anyone, they will only hurt me."
The whole time she spoke, he kept avoiding her gaze. "I know. I'm so sorry. And I know that nothing I ever say will repay you for that, but-"
Ororo was speaking without thinking. "Do you honestly want to repay me?" He finally looked into her eyes and gave a small but sincere nod. "Prove to me that I can love again."
With that, he pressed his face into her own, and she grasped his back, surprised. Soon, the two were fully engrossed in each other, their tongues lashing out at one another violently. He supported her with one hand upon the small of her back and leaned into her body, thereby laying her upon the bed. Using only his forefinger and thumb, he swiftly unsnapped her bra, and removed his tongue from her mouth to tickle both her nipples with its tip. She arched her back, and he decided to skip foreplay.
* * *
Ororo's third orgasm began to simmer, and Victor slowed the pace of his thrusts. The chains around her wrists, which had been used primarily to force her to submit, uncoiled themselves and slid away from the bed. She smiled gleefully, wrapped one long leg around her lover's waist, and threw all her weight to the right. She and Victor both rolled over, and when they slumped to a stop, she was on top.
Victor, whose endurance finally ran out, didn't resist, as he had nearly a hundred times just hours earlier. He kissed her neck and chest, where several fresh cuts stood as trophies of their frisky frolic, and drew two tiny sips of her thick blood. She curled her legs into his, her bare frame receiving more than enough body warmth from his seemingly thermal skin.
Her head rested upon his chest, she heard a low rumbling start. The tremor- like sound grew until it consumed her ears, and she realized that he was purring in comfort. Memories of years past clouded her vision.
"He's in Orleans," Victor said, awakening her from her stupor.
"Hmm?" she sighed questioningly.
"Kelly. He's in an abandoned World War I base in Orleans, France. He's being guarded by Mystique, Avalanche, and Pyro."
"That is nice," she breathed carelessly. But a reminder of Jean sprang to her mind, and she began to wonder if her friend was alright. "I probably should go."
Victor's arm wrapped around her, silently screaming for her not to leave. "Yeah, you probably should."
"Though I daresay it does not hurt to stay for a few more minutes."
"I won't object." She chuckled softly, and he sat up. She slid down into his lap, and, as he nuzzled her face with his own, she rubbed her shoulder deeper into his chest. The two were no longer a world-renowned thief and an invulnerable assassin but two purring, cuddling kittens.