Sheesh, finally, my mail´s working again and I can finish this story-
sorry about the long wait, folks!
stormrose: First, thanks alot for the review, I always appreciate those.
As for Jubilee beating up Storm, remember, that she is not only facing the firecracker
alone, but that there is a certain horny feral coming to Jubilee´s aid aswell.
Oh, and I simply love it, when men behave like cute, horny dogs, that´s why I
wrote Logan this way.
Don´t worry, it won´t last...
Now, on with this sillyness!
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It's not my fault!
*~
Bobby shivered in the cool breeze.
Not from cold, but with fear.
He had shown Bishop the note, and the stoic warrior had responded rather odd:
By fainting dead away.
When he had come round, he ordered Bobby to dress up in something 'macho', go to the meet,
and deny their relationship.
No way was he letting anyone know, that his favourite pasttime was not tuning his bike or
sorting out his multiple weapons, but dressing up as female movie characters and singing
Broadway tunes.
"And if you even as much as let slip about the purple teddy or my complete Barbra Streisand
collection, you'll be wearing that ring in your left ear. Comprende?"
So now, here he stood, the heroic Iceman, and waited for-
"You're punctual. I like that."
The stranger in the shadows with the low, raspy voice.
*~
Above, in the tree, Logan grinned.
Jubilee's alterations to his original plan were ingenious.
*~
The first lightning bolt had literally fried her brain, leaving her twitching and babbling
on the floor.
"Now you know, what happened first. Well, sort of."
Storm rose gracefully from her chair(a difficult task to achieve with two sprained ribs),
and staggered over to the barely concious Jean.
Smiling, she grabbed a fistful of Phoenix' red mane.
"As for the hair..."
*~
Bishop meanwhile, had followed his pretty slave.
It was not that he didn't trust his lover, but sometimes, Bobby was so...clumsy,
naive, if you prefered.
Better safe than sorry.
*~
"You two have been really bad boys, haven't you, Robert? Or did you think, no one would find
out?" Jubilee croaked out in her worst Monet St. Croix-imitation.
Bobby shook his head.
"I have no idea, what you're talking about, Miss. Personally, I think, I'm just
wasting my time here."
"Oh, really? Well, I don't think, Mr. B, would be too pleased, if you disobeyed his orders,
now, would he?"
The deep dent in the lawn, created by Bobby's dropping jaw, proved her right.
*~
Bishop now was in hearing range, and pulled out his binoculars.
The hairs on his back suddenly stood up, but before he could react, he felt a slight prick
on his left shoulder, and then everything went black.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, always those careless kids", growled Logan, as he grabbed the unconcious soldier
and, hefting him over his shoulder, carried him to the cabin inside the woods.
*~
In the Rec. room, the others were idly playing and discussing, when they heard the screaming and
hitting from the kitchen.
For a few moments, they listened to the gruelsome sounds, then every one turned to Scott.
"So?" queried Hank.
"What?" gave Scott back.
"Uh, well, arent you going to help your wife?" asked Warren, slightly confused.
Cyclops only shrugged.
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself", he replied.
'Besides', he thought by himself,' if Storm puts her in the Med.-lab, I have the bed all
to myself for a couple of nights.
No more snoring, no more whacking and kicking, no one telling me, what to dress up the next
morning, and maybe, if I'm real lucky, and she's out cold for a few days, I can finally have a
wet dream, that doesn't include or was made up by her!'
Slightly insane snickering escaped Cyke's throat, even as the others backed away.
"Why do such incidents always occur, when the Professor is abroad?" grumbled Beast under his
breath.
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No worries, there is more, where this came from...
sorry about the long wait, folks!
stormrose: First, thanks alot for the review, I always appreciate those.
As for Jubilee beating up Storm, remember, that she is not only facing the firecracker
alone, but that there is a certain horny feral coming to Jubilee´s aid aswell.
Oh, and I simply love it, when men behave like cute, horny dogs, that´s why I
wrote Logan this way.
Don´t worry, it won´t last...
Now, on with this sillyness!
#######################################################
It's not my fault!
*~
Bobby shivered in the cool breeze.
Not from cold, but with fear.
He had shown Bishop the note, and the stoic warrior had responded rather odd:
By fainting dead away.
When he had come round, he ordered Bobby to dress up in something 'macho', go to the meet,
and deny their relationship.
No way was he letting anyone know, that his favourite pasttime was not tuning his bike or
sorting out his multiple weapons, but dressing up as female movie characters and singing
Broadway tunes.
"And if you even as much as let slip about the purple teddy or my complete Barbra Streisand
collection, you'll be wearing that ring in your left ear. Comprende?"
So now, here he stood, the heroic Iceman, and waited for-
"You're punctual. I like that."
The stranger in the shadows with the low, raspy voice.
*~
Above, in the tree, Logan grinned.
Jubilee's alterations to his original plan were ingenious.
*~
The first lightning bolt had literally fried her brain, leaving her twitching and babbling
on the floor.
"Now you know, what happened first. Well, sort of."
Storm rose gracefully from her chair(a difficult task to achieve with two sprained ribs),
and staggered over to the barely concious Jean.
Smiling, she grabbed a fistful of Phoenix' red mane.
"As for the hair..."
*~
Bishop meanwhile, had followed his pretty slave.
It was not that he didn't trust his lover, but sometimes, Bobby was so...clumsy,
naive, if you prefered.
Better safe than sorry.
*~
"You two have been really bad boys, haven't you, Robert? Or did you think, no one would find
out?" Jubilee croaked out in her worst Monet St. Croix-imitation.
Bobby shook his head.
"I have no idea, what you're talking about, Miss. Personally, I think, I'm just
wasting my time here."
"Oh, really? Well, I don't think, Mr. B, would be too pleased, if you disobeyed his orders,
now, would he?"
The deep dent in the lawn, created by Bobby's dropping jaw, proved her right.
*~
Bishop now was in hearing range, and pulled out his binoculars.
The hairs on his back suddenly stood up, but before he could react, he felt a slight prick
on his left shoulder, and then everything went black.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, always those careless kids", growled Logan, as he grabbed the unconcious soldier
and, hefting him over his shoulder, carried him to the cabin inside the woods.
*~
In the Rec. room, the others were idly playing and discussing, when they heard the screaming and
hitting from the kitchen.
For a few moments, they listened to the gruelsome sounds, then every one turned to Scott.
"So?" queried Hank.
"What?" gave Scott back.
"Uh, well, arent you going to help your wife?" asked Warren, slightly confused.
Cyclops only shrugged.
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself", he replied.
'Besides', he thought by himself,' if Storm puts her in the Med.-lab, I have the bed all
to myself for a couple of nights.
No more snoring, no more whacking and kicking, no one telling me, what to dress up the next
morning, and maybe, if I'm real lucky, and she's out cold for a few days, I can finally have a
wet dream, that doesn't include or was made up by her!'
Slightly insane snickering escaped Cyke's throat, even as the others backed away.
"Why do such incidents always occur, when the Professor is abroad?" grumbled Beast under his
breath.
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No worries, there is more, where this came from...