~Okay people, let your censors pop up, time for some smut . . .
haha don't worry its not that bad (
~Abe is Dupe, Aimée's friend . . . remember from chapters 1 & 2? ~as for Belle's death scene, don't sue me if I fudged the words a little! I couldn't find that issue of mine!
Aimée threw her head back from Didier's, gasping for breath and licking her lips appreciatively. She smiled seductively and laid her head down on his heaving chest. It felt great to kiss again. Aimée had forgotten how much fun making out was, and Didier was a pro. It had been a week. Life with the Thieves Guild was enjoyable for Aimée, and her lack of visions let her take her mind off of the troubles with her family. Didier kissed the top of her head and she leaned up to stroke his hair affectionately. He was another thing to keep her mind of her troubles. They had been dating for the week and Aimée couldn't help but get hot and heavy with the attractive boy. She was experienced no doubt, but didn't come off as a slut, something the boys really went for. Aimée doubted anyone but the family knew she was a mutant, and she didn't bother to tell Didier. She could feel his chest steady, and took it as an opportunity to switch positions. Aimée straddled his hips and sat upright, looking deep into his eyes. Didier smiled, leaning back on the bed, wondering if today he would get farther then the occasional grope. Aimée reached for the front clasp on her bra, her shirt had been discarded already. Delighting in the pleading expression on his face she tugged at the material. The clasp came undone with a snap. She held the bra there over her breasts for a moment, increasing the heat of the moment. Didier reached for her hips, the buttons of her pants already undone revealing red cotton knickers. He pulled them forward onto the crotch of his pants, the material stretching ridiculously from the large bulge trying to get free. Aimée held tight, prepared to let go and "consummate" she and Didier's relationship, when she heard a sound behind her. Didier did not notice, he was to wrapped up in her half nude form. Aimée re-clasped the bra, bringing a finger to her full lips and sliding off his body. Didier moaned in protest, but did as he was told. Aimée crouched on the ground, waiting for another noise, her body hidden beside the tall 4-poster.
"Etienne what are ye'h doin' in he'h?" Didier yelled. Aimée sat back up, pulling her shirt back on with a dangerous look on her face. Etienne, Didier's rather chunky friend, laughed mischievously, noting the disheveled looks of his comrades.
"Jus' came up he'h te'h relieve me'h self, aft'eh seein' that fox that jus' walked in he'h" He responded. Aimée looked confused up at Didier who was already refastening his belt and pulling his shirt on. She did the same and went to the door, wondering who Etienne could have been talking about.
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"Ry?" Abe came up behind her "Need a hand?." He asked, noting the savage way she was beating up the Coke machine. O'Rya glanced behind her, noticing Dupe's sudden appearance.
"Abraham, just leave me alone right now." But he did not heed her word, and instead raised one of his athletic arms to the machine. One thud on the side and several cherry-coke's tumbled out. She reached for one and exited the room.
"Hey wait!" he yelled, catching up to the caramel beauty, and trying to brake her with his arm. "Are you all right?"
"Yes I'm alright! I'm just fucking fine" She yelled reeling back on him, splashing her coke all over his face "Abraham, regardless of my dating status, I am still the most popular girl in this institute. I haven't spoken to you since the seventh grade and I don't plan on catching up with geeks who probably still have a collection of pokemon cards."
Abe stepped back as if been slapped and watched her walk down the hall, black hair swinging wildly. His heart bled for her. Not understanding the confrontation, but wishing he could comfort the teen queen, Dupe sighed loudly. He reached to his soda soaked tee shirt and turned as his girlfriend entered the room.
"Abe?" He smiled at her presence. Galena shook her head, showing off jingling new earrings, dark purple whisps of hair flying in front of her face. Her full dark lips formed into a seductive smile as she edged closer to her much taller beau. "Hiya doll face"
"Hey, do you know what's up with O'Rya?" He asked quickly, shaking his shirt to dry it. Galena's face slightly faltered and she drew closer.
"'Pollo dumped her" She shook out her hair and raised her eyebrow, "But why fret about her, when we have better things to do" Galena licked the side of his soda-sticky face, running the full length of her tongue across his profile. Abe's eyes fluttered in ecstasy, though his girlfriend's kinky ways did frighten him some. "mmm, cherry, my favorite" She smiled tugging on his hand to lead him out of the room. Abe happily obliged, though his thoughts still lingered on O'Rya.
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Ororo Munroe lay back on her bed. She was sick of Louisiana, and longed for the atmosphere of Xavier's mansion in upstate New York. Her thoughts briefly lingered on her daughter. Storm wasn't exactly the best mother. She supposed it was because of her unhappiness in herself. She had used the baby in an attempt to be happy, to finally have someone who loved her unconditionally. Ororo's love life was notoriously unsatisfying. Every man she ever loved had truly fell for another, but that was why she was here. To find the man she loved. To prove her love to him by watching over his daughter, and in the end rescuing him herself. She reached for her photograph of Gambit, taken in his and her youth, delicately ran her finger's along the frame. But was it all worth it? Given he couldn't be her true love. Given he in turn was not in love with her, he was in love with Rogue . . . no matter how poorly he treated her. Storm sighed aloud, maybe it was time to give up on Gambit, give up on her imaginary wedding and children with him. Children, shit she already had a child. A beautiful teenage girl. Rogue could have him, Ororo was sick of being pathetic. She was going home, to spend time with her daughter . . . and just maybe . . . O'Rya's father ( ? Some things never change.
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Rogue lye in her bed. No one was around. Her steady breathing in tune with the heart monitor by the bed. Rogue's eyes fluttered open and then closed, she was slowly regaining her consciousness, the power over her was lessening. Almost as if she was no longer needed. Nevertheless Rogue was still in great pain. She glanced around, wondering why she was alone, wondering if it was a dream. She knew something was wrong, why wasn't anyone around? Why wasn't there a doctor by her bed? A friend holding her hand? Where was her daughter? Rogue's eyes flashed open and her heartbeat skyrocketed. Where was her daughter?!?
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Aimée peered down the steps, her eyes sweeping the room for this "mystery woman" who might actually be a threat to her. Henri looked angry. He was speaking to someone, but they were blocked by a rather obnoxious plant. "Dammit" She hissed, creeping a little farther down the grand staircase.
"What te'h hell are ye'h doin' he'h? Me'h papa s'ill ye'h know dat" A familiar voice rang out, and a less known one followed.
"Shut it Henri"
"Some t'ings neve'h change e'h Belle? Ye'h still a raving bitch. No member of the assassins guild be welcome in me'h home! Jus' here to stir up trouble Belladonna!"
Belladonna? That name sounded familiar. Aimée reared back in pain, another vision gripping her.
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Belladonna coughed, her last breaths fading out as she lye in Gambit's arms.
"Remy . . . if ye' had a choice"
Her blonde hair was matted and dirt covered, and her eyes fluttered under the harsh lights.
"Would e'h have chosen you?" He whispered holding her close. Belladonna let out a sigh. "None otha' chere." Remy lowered his head in pain as the final shiver ran through his wife's body.
"Vengeance? Mes amis you don' know the meanin' of t'ose words."
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Belladonna! Of course! Her father's estranged first wife . . . not that he and Rogue ever actually married. Aimée lost control during her vision and awoke to find herself lying flat on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Henri and Belladonna rounded the corner and stared at her. Aimée lye there, brown hair spread out wildly, eyes clamped shut and a hand rubbing her forehead. Henri grimaced, and Belladonna opened her mouth to speak . . . but shut it quickly. Aimée's eyes flashed open, revealing her obvious relations. Belladonna stepped back, her pointed heels making a loud sound on the hardwood floors, but then smiled devilishly.
"So? dis is de child a'h neve'h had."
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"Professor did you try?"
"Yes I tried, I have been trying for the past hour. No use, he's stopped moving" Xavier rubbed his temples furiously, wondering when the nightmare that was Remy LeBeau would end. He pushed the negative thoughts out of his head, focusing on Jean who was sitting across from him.
"Do you think he put up the mental block?" She asked, crossing her legs and chewing on her pen cap nervously.
"No it's not a block, its just . . . his mind, it's completely blank. I don't know what to think."
"Perhaps, professor . . . He's been caught? We're to late? And Sinister is drawing every ounce of his mutant abilities from him right this second . . ."
"Jean, I have a feel that, he may not only want Gambit. I have a theory that Sinister wants Aimée too."
"But She is no where near developed enough." "Sinister predicts the children of two Xmen, preferably one of Gambit's, will be the strongest mutants. Aimée's ability is sometimes triggered by extreme emotional turmoil. Seeing her estranged father in this blank state may charge her powers so, that he will be able to draw the most out of her also." Jean stared abashed at the professor. Her head falling down.
"Or maybe" A husky voice called from the doorway "He's just usin' Gumbo to draw her in."
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The prisoner stared down at the floor, his hands bound tightly behind him. He was half conscious, floating naked in some type of lukewarm goo. Needles were shoved into his veins, and a hospital tube down his throat. His eyelids were heavy, further impairing his already blurry vision. He could make out a cage, no a room a glass room where he was situated. The prisoner tried to call out, but was muffled by the giant tube. His red eyes bore into the cuff that bound his feet, but nothing happened, no explosion, just a headache from straining his eyes. A sinister laugh rang out above him and a chalk white man loomed into view. "What 'ave you done te'h me!?!" the prisoner yelled at the figure, gagging on the plastic own his throat.
"Just sleep now little thief, we shall talk in the morning." The ominous voice replied, pulling down a lever of sorts. The liquid increased and a purple substance filtered in to his glass prison, causing the prisoner to cough once more and pass out. Falling into a controlled sleep as yet another needle made its way into his body.
~Think matrix . . . but he still has his hair, well think matrix combined with Xtreme Xmen issue "Paradise Lost!" where Gambit and Rogue are in weird prisons with that 'The Sydney Triad' guy.
-Foo
haha don't worry its not that bad (
~Abe is Dupe, Aimée's friend . . . remember from chapters 1 & 2? ~as for Belle's death scene, don't sue me if I fudged the words a little! I couldn't find that issue of mine!
Aimée threw her head back from Didier's, gasping for breath and licking her lips appreciatively. She smiled seductively and laid her head down on his heaving chest. It felt great to kiss again. Aimée had forgotten how much fun making out was, and Didier was a pro. It had been a week. Life with the Thieves Guild was enjoyable for Aimée, and her lack of visions let her take her mind off of the troubles with her family. Didier kissed the top of her head and she leaned up to stroke his hair affectionately. He was another thing to keep her mind of her troubles. They had been dating for the week and Aimée couldn't help but get hot and heavy with the attractive boy. She was experienced no doubt, but didn't come off as a slut, something the boys really went for. Aimée doubted anyone but the family knew she was a mutant, and she didn't bother to tell Didier. She could feel his chest steady, and took it as an opportunity to switch positions. Aimée straddled his hips and sat upright, looking deep into his eyes. Didier smiled, leaning back on the bed, wondering if today he would get farther then the occasional grope. Aimée reached for the front clasp on her bra, her shirt had been discarded already. Delighting in the pleading expression on his face she tugged at the material. The clasp came undone with a snap. She held the bra there over her breasts for a moment, increasing the heat of the moment. Didier reached for her hips, the buttons of her pants already undone revealing red cotton knickers. He pulled them forward onto the crotch of his pants, the material stretching ridiculously from the large bulge trying to get free. Aimée held tight, prepared to let go and "consummate" she and Didier's relationship, when she heard a sound behind her. Didier did not notice, he was to wrapped up in her half nude form. Aimée re-clasped the bra, bringing a finger to her full lips and sliding off his body. Didier moaned in protest, but did as he was told. Aimée crouched on the ground, waiting for another noise, her body hidden beside the tall 4-poster.
"Etienne what are ye'h doin' in he'h?" Didier yelled. Aimée sat back up, pulling her shirt back on with a dangerous look on her face. Etienne, Didier's rather chunky friend, laughed mischievously, noting the disheveled looks of his comrades.
"Jus' came up he'h te'h relieve me'h self, aft'eh seein' that fox that jus' walked in he'h" He responded. Aimée looked confused up at Didier who was already refastening his belt and pulling his shirt on. She did the same and went to the door, wondering who Etienne could have been talking about.
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"Ry?" Abe came up behind her "Need a hand?." He asked, noting the savage way she was beating up the Coke machine. O'Rya glanced behind her, noticing Dupe's sudden appearance.
"Abraham, just leave me alone right now." But he did not heed her word, and instead raised one of his athletic arms to the machine. One thud on the side and several cherry-coke's tumbled out. She reached for one and exited the room.
"Hey wait!" he yelled, catching up to the caramel beauty, and trying to brake her with his arm. "Are you all right?"
"Yes I'm alright! I'm just fucking fine" She yelled reeling back on him, splashing her coke all over his face "Abraham, regardless of my dating status, I am still the most popular girl in this institute. I haven't spoken to you since the seventh grade and I don't plan on catching up with geeks who probably still have a collection of pokemon cards."
Abe stepped back as if been slapped and watched her walk down the hall, black hair swinging wildly. His heart bled for her. Not understanding the confrontation, but wishing he could comfort the teen queen, Dupe sighed loudly. He reached to his soda soaked tee shirt and turned as his girlfriend entered the room.
"Abe?" He smiled at her presence. Galena shook her head, showing off jingling new earrings, dark purple whisps of hair flying in front of her face. Her full dark lips formed into a seductive smile as she edged closer to her much taller beau. "Hiya doll face"
"Hey, do you know what's up with O'Rya?" He asked quickly, shaking his shirt to dry it. Galena's face slightly faltered and she drew closer.
"'Pollo dumped her" She shook out her hair and raised her eyebrow, "But why fret about her, when we have better things to do" Galena licked the side of his soda-sticky face, running the full length of her tongue across his profile. Abe's eyes fluttered in ecstasy, though his girlfriend's kinky ways did frighten him some. "mmm, cherry, my favorite" She smiled tugging on his hand to lead him out of the room. Abe happily obliged, though his thoughts still lingered on O'Rya.
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Ororo Munroe lay back on her bed. She was sick of Louisiana, and longed for the atmosphere of Xavier's mansion in upstate New York. Her thoughts briefly lingered on her daughter. Storm wasn't exactly the best mother. She supposed it was because of her unhappiness in herself. She had used the baby in an attempt to be happy, to finally have someone who loved her unconditionally. Ororo's love life was notoriously unsatisfying. Every man she ever loved had truly fell for another, but that was why she was here. To find the man she loved. To prove her love to him by watching over his daughter, and in the end rescuing him herself. She reached for her photograph of Gambit, taken in his and her youth, delicately ran her finger's along the frame. But was it all worth it? Given he couldn't be her true love. Given he in turn was not in love with her, he was in love with Rogue . . . no matter how poorly he treated her. Storm sighed aloud, maybe it was time to give up on Gambit, give up on her imaginary wedding and children with him. Children, shit she already had a child. A beautiful teenage girl. Rogue could have him, Ororo was sick of being pathetic. She was going home, to spend time with her daughter . . . and just maybe . . . O'Rya's father ( ? Some things never change.
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Rogue lye in her bed. No one was around. Her steady breathing in tune with the heart monitor by the bed. Rogue's eyes fluttered open and then closed, she was slowly regaining her consciousness, the power over her was lessening. Almost as if she was no longer needed. Nevertheless Rogue was still in great pain. She glanced around, wondering why she was alone, wondering if it was a dream. She knew something was wrong, why wasn't anyone around? Why wasn't there a doctor by her bed? A friend holding her hand? Where was her daughter? Rogue's eyes flashed open and her heartbeat skyrocketed. Where was her daughter?!?
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Aimée peered down the steps, her eyes sweeping the room for this "mystery woman" who might actually be a threat to her. Henri looked angry. He was speaking to someone, but they were blocked by a rather obnoxious plant. "Dammit" She hissed, creeping a little farther down the grand staircase.
"What te'h hell are ye'h doin' he'h? Me'h papa s'ill ye'h know dat" A familiar voice rang out, and a less known one followed.
"Shut it Henri"
"Some t'ings neve'h change e'h Belle? Ye'h still a raving bitch. No member of the assassins guild be welcome in me'h home! Jus' here to stir up trouble Belladonna!"
Belladonna? That name sounded familiar. Aimée reared back in pain, another vision gripping her.
~*
Belladonna coughed, her last breaths fading out as she lye in Gambit's arms.
"Remy . . . if ye' had a choice"
Her blonde hair was matted and dirt covered, and her eyes fluttered under the harsh lights.
"Would e'h have chosen you?" He whispered holding her close. Belladonna let out a sigh. "None otha' chere." Remy lowered his head in pain as the final shiver ran through his wife's body.
"Vengeance? Mes amis you don' know the meanin' of t'ose words."
~*
Belladonna! Of course! Her father's estranged first wife . . . not that he and Rogue ever actually married. Aimée lost control during her vision and awoke to find herself lying flat on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Henri and Belladonna rounded the corner and stared at her. Aimée lye there, brown hair spread out wildly, eyes clamped shut and a hand rubbing her forehead. Henri grimaced, and Belladonna opened her mouth to speak . . . but shut it quickly. Aimée's eyes flashed open, revealing her obvious relations. Belladonna stepped back, her pointed heels making a loud sound on the hardwood floors, but then smiled devilishly.
"So? dis is de child a'h neve'h had."
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"Professor did you try?"
"Yes I tried, I have been trying for the past hour. No use, he's stopped moving" Xavier rubbed his temples furiously, wondering when the nightmare that was Remy LeBeau would end. He pushed the negative thoughts out of his head, focusing on Jean who was sitting across from him.
"Do you think he put up the mental block?" She asked, crossing her legs and chewing on her pen cap nervously.
"No it's not a block, its just . . . his mind, it's completely blank. I don't know what to think."
"Perhaps, professor . . . He's been caught? We're to late? And Sinister is drawing every ounce of his mutant abilities from him right this second . . ."
"Jean, I have a feel that, he may not only want Gambit. I have a theory that Sinister wants Aimée too."
"But She is no where near developed enough." "Sinister predicts the children of two Xmen, preferably one of Gambit's, will be the strongest mutants. Aimée's ability is sometimes triggered by extreme emotional turmoil. Seeing her estranged father in this blank state may charge her powers so, that he will be able to draw the most out of her also." Jean stared abashed at the professor. Her head falling down.
"Or maybe" A husky voice called from the doorway "He's just usin' Gumbo to draw her in."
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The prisoner stared down at the floor, his hands bound tightly behind him. He was half conscious, floating naked in some type of lukewarm goo. Needles were shoved into his veins, and a hospital tube down his throat. His eyelids were heavy, further impairing his already blurry vision. He could make out a cage, no a room a glass room where he was situated. The prisoner tried to call out, but was muffled by the giant tube. His red eyes bore into the cuff that bound his feet, but nothing happened, no explosion, just a headache from straining his eyes. A sinister laugh rang out above him and a chalk white man loomed into view. "What 'ave you done te'h me!?!" the prisoner yelled at the figure, gagging on the plastic own his throat.
"Just sleep now little thief, we shall talk in the morning." The ominous voice replied, pulling down a lever of sorts. The liquid increased and a purple substance filtered in to his glass prison, causing the prisoner to cough once more and pass out. Falling into a controlled sleep as yet another needle made its way into his body.
~Think matrix . . . but he still has his hair, well think matrix combined with Xtreme Xmen issue "Paradise Lost!" where Gambit and Rogue are in weird prisons with that 'The Sydney Triad' guy.
-Foo