Ororo heard a knock on the door of her rooms and quickly checked the clock. 9:50, he was early. "I must have done something that peaked his interest earlier," she thought, her smile turning into a smirk. "Come in," she called, knowing he'd hear.
*BAMP*
Kurt appeared in the center of the room an turned to face her. His mouth was open to speak, but he shut it quickly when he caught sight of the lacy negligee she had donned for the occasion. "Ororo, you look wonderful," Kurt said without any trace of artifice. She grinned at his discomposure as she crossed the floor and gave him a light kiss.
"Thank you," she almost purred into his ear. The shudder that went through his body was immensely gratifying. She stepped away from him and nearly glided to the table she had set up earlier. "I hope you're hungry," she tossed over her shoulder as she uncovered the food.
"Well, maybe I could stomach a little something," Kurt replied with a grin.
"Good, because I ordered plenty." Ororo gave him a coy smile as she sat down. As they ate the subject coasted easily from the recent activities of the X-Men, to the political maneuvering of pro-mutant senators, and over to the latest Stephen King novel. They gotten to know each other a lot better than before, and Ororo found that exploring his mind was as much fun as exploring his body had been.
"How can you like Stephen King and hate Dean Koontz?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"I feel like he's always trying to steal King's spotlight," Ororo replied. "Besides, he has a creepy writing style."
"It's supposed to be creepy, he writes horror," Kurt pointed out.
"I am not arguing about this with you, Kurt," Ororo replied in an airy tone.
"Afraid you'll lose?" Kurt challenged, his eyes glinting with mischief. It was then, at the moment he least expected it, that her pillow hit him in the face. Ororo laughed as Kurt grabbed the pillow and shot her a determined look. "Oh, mein liebe, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." She grinned, grabbing a pillow of her own and assuming a fighting stance. Then he pounced on her.
Kurt tossed several pillows at her, waiting until she was deflecting another before he struck. He scored several hits, but at the cost of first pillow. As he scrambled for a new one, Ororo began pummeling him with and assault of her own. "Give up, Ororo, if you surrender now I'll go easy on you."
"I don't think so, Kurt," Ororo replied. Somehow they had made it to opposite side of her bed, each of them hoarding their own pillow arsenal.
Kurt's mind raced until he hit upon the perfect plan of attack. He peeked over his side of the bed and didn't see Ororo on the other side. "She must be crouching, waiting for me to try going over the bed," he thought, "and she'll certainly hear me if I do." "But if I go around the side, I may surprise her." He was about to put his plan into motion when he was hit in the back of the head. He spun quickly, just in time to see Ororo roll out from under the bed and tackle him. They both landed atop another large pillow and Ororo smiled triumphantly at him.
"You may consider yourself a prisoner of war," she told him imperiously.
Kurt couldn't help but smile back at her victorious air, but he just couldn't let her get away with it. With a sudden bamp, he teleported them into the air above her bed and managed to flip their positions before they landed. Ororo surprised expression caused him to laugh out loud.
"You cheater," she accused, leveling a look at him that was part annoyance and part desire.
"All's fair in love and war, Ororo," Kurt reminded her. He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Ororo moaned, rocking her hips against his and reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She noticed that Kurt's enterprising fingers had already bared the top half of her, and his mouth was drifting downward. She gasped as his mouth latched onto her breast. She would remember later that it was a few seconds after that, that Jean knocked on the door.
"Storm?" Jean called through the door.
Ororo tried to push back the sensations that Kurt was causing with his tongue. "Is it important Jean?" she asked, thankful that her voice was steady. She placed her hands on either side of Kurt's head, meaning to pull him away before Jean became aware of what was going on. Kurt seemed to guess her intention and he began to press harder against her. Instantly the heavenly sensations doubled and Ororo found herself pressing Kurt closer to her. She stifled a loud moan that would have definitely given them away.
"Storm, the government accidentally reactivated that Sentinel we destroyed forever ago at one of their facilities," Jean told her. "It's wreaking havoc and we have to go and shut it down permanently."
"Verdammit!" Kurt cursed, drawing his head away from her breast and allowing Ororo a chance to respond.
"I'll be at the Blackbird as soon as I can," she promised, hoping Jean would leave. Thankfully, Storm heard her walk off.
Kurt sat up, pulling her with him. "My uniform is in my room," he said, clearly reluctant to leave her.
"Mine is in the locker," Ororo said. She smiled, "Why don't you teleport down, grab mine and a spare one of yours and we'll change here?" she asked. Kurt grinned and disappeared.
Ororo had time to stack all of the dishes and pile the pillows back onto the bed before Kurt reappeared. She had also divested herself of the rest of her clothing and was waiting patiently for her uniform.
"Here you are," he said, tossing her the costume after running an appreciative glance up and down her body. Ororo actually blushed as he admired her, then she quickly began to dress. She finished first, and so had ample time to return the favor as he finished zipping up his black suit.
She walked over to him, pressing her body completely against him and loving the way he felt. "As soon as we get back, I am going to enjoy taking that off you," she promised in a husky voice.
"Likewise," Kurt murmured, kissing her deeply. With that he bamphed them to the hanger.
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Kurt walked into the Blackbird, nodding to Scott and took a seat. He saw Ororo give him a seductive smile as she sat in the pilot seat. "So, Kurt, where were you?" Scott asked, breaking Kurt's eye contact with Ororo. "The Professor said he couldn't reach you telepathically."
"Hmm?" Kurt asked, turning to his friend. "Vas?"
"Why couldn't the Professor reach you to tell you about the mission?" Scott reiterated.
His eyes met Ororo's again. "I must have been sleeping too deeply," Kurt replied. "I was having the most wonderful dream."
Scott seemed to accept this, because he turned back around in his seat and started the take-off sequence. What seemed like only a few short minutes later, the Blackbird was landing at a secret military base in Maine. The X-Men unloaded quickly, glad for the stadium-like lights that illuminated the base's grounds. They followed the trail of destruction to the monstrosity they were there to once again take down.
"It's nowhere near as pretty as it was last time," Kitty commented.
"I don't think they repaired it very well," Jean told her dryly. "Otherwise it wouldn't be trying to kill them all."
"Good point," Kitty said. They moved in.
It helped this time that the Sentinel wasn't targeting them exclusively. They were able to do much more damage in a shorter amount of time. Jean's telepathy kept most of them out of trouble while Scott and Storm hit it with lasers and lightening. Kurt teleported randomly, ripping out chunks of wiring whenever he could. Kitty's phased through it as much as she could, disrupting much of it's systems. But the decay she generated was just too slow to immediately cause the Sentinel to break down. Its eminent electronic failure only caused it to become more violent and unpredictable in the time before its shut down. It began sweeping at the X-Men with no concern for it's own preservation. It actually broke one of it's own limbs when smacking at Rogue.
Ororo gauged the robot carefully before sending another lightning bolt towards it. This time she directed the bolt into it's chest, rather than it's head, where she had determined the central computer must be. The destructive shock, combined with Kitty's phasic disruption, stopped the Sentinel cold. It fell straight down and crashed into the dirt below. With it's shielding no longer up, Scott proceeded to melt it into scrap metal.
"I guess we're done then," Jean said when Scott had finished.
"Wait," Ororo said, scanning the battlefield. "Where is Kurt?" She kept her voice steady, refusing to panic when she didn't yet know if there was reason. Suddenly she spotted a speck of bright blue near one of the piles of ex-Sentinel. She flew down, buoyed by a friendly wind, and alighted near him. She worked quickly at freeing him, praying he wasn't seriously hurt.
Jean helped her remove the last of the metal and Ororo knelt swiftly by his side. He wasn't obviously bleeding from anywhere, so Ororo moved aside to allow Jean to examine him. She was studying to be a doctor after all. "I don't think there is any internal bleeding, but his ribs are cracked," she told them.
"Oh, my head," Kurt muttered, trying to sit up.
"Stay laying down Kurt," Jean told him. "I want to take you to a doctor when we get back."
"Ach, come on Jean, is that really necessary?" he asked plaintively.
"Yes," Ororo said decisively.
Kurt sighed. "As long as I have someone willing to play nursemaid, I suppose I can suffer through it," he said, giving Ororo a suggestive wink.
Ororo couldn't help but smile at that as Kurt was picked up and carefully carried to the Blackbird. Ororo supervised as they laid him gently onto the cot in the back, trying not to look as though she was hovering. As soon as the others had left she leaned over him and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "You should be more careful," she told him.
"But I thought you found my reckless charm irresistible?" he asked mock-petulantly.
Ororo grinned. "I do, but now that you've cracked your ribs you have to take it easy," she said. "And taking it easy means that certain pre-planned extra-curricular activities must be put on hold."
Kurt frowned thoughtfully. "I admit, I hadn't considered that aspect, mein liebe," he said. "I will have to think of a way to persuade my doctor to give me permission."
Ororo kissed him again; this time the duration was much longer. In fact, they were still in the middle of it when the door slid open to admit Scott. "Guy's we're-," he cut off, staring at the weather witch and her lover. They continued to kiss, ignoring him.
"Scott, what's taking so long?" Jean asked, striding up to him. She also stopped, looking with surprise at her teammates. When Storm and Nightcrawler finally came up for air, their audience was still standing dumbstruck.
"Excuse me," Kurt said, his tail coming up to flick a button beside the door. It slid shut on Cyclops and Jean's stunned faces. "Where were we?" he asked, pulling Ororo back to him.
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"I didn't know they were dating," Scott said, walking out of the Blackbird beside Jean.
"Neither did I," Jean said. She bit her lip, "Who are we going to send to get them out of there?"
"Kitty or Rogue," Scott said firmly.
"I don't want to traumatize them, what if they walk in on Kurt and Ms. Munroe when they're.... you know," she said, blushing a bit.
Scott looked torn, staring at his feet. Then a new voice spoke up, solving all their problems.
"Hey bub, did you manage to finally kill that big robot yet?" Logan asked.
"Uh, yeah," Scott said. "We got it." "But Kurt got hurt and we need someone to help Ororo carry him out of the Blackbird; would you mind giving her a hand?"
Logan shrugged. "Sure, why not?" he said. He walked through the hanger doors towards the plane.
"Lets get out of here," Jean said, grabbing his hand and heading for the elevator.
"Best idea I've heard all day," Scott replied, making a run for it. He knew Wolverine would probably hunt him down and make him pay for this later, but right now he was living in the moment. He chuckled as they ascended to the upper floors. "I bet that adamantium will make a great conductor for a bolt of lightening."
*BAMP*
Kurt appeared in the center of the room an turned to face her. His mouth was open to speak, but he shut it quickly when he caught sight of the lacy negligee she had donned for the occasion. "Ororo, you look wonderful," Kurt said without any trace of artifice. She grinned at his discomposure as she crossed the floor and gave him a light kiss.
"Thank you," she almost purred into his ear. The shudder that went through his body was immensely gratifying. She stepped away from him and nearly glided to the table she had set up earlier. "I hope you're hungry," she tossed over her shoulder as she uncovered the food.
"Well, maybe I could stomach a little something," Kurt replied with a grin.
"Good, because I ordered plenty." Ororo gave him a coy smile as she sat down. As they ate the subject coasted easily from the recent activities of the X-Men, to the political maneuvering of pro-mutant senators, and over to the latest Stephen King novel. They gotten to know each other a lot better than before, and Ororo found that exploring his mind was as much fun as exploring his body had been.
"How can you like Stephen King and hate Dean Koontz?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"I feel like he's always trying to steal King's spotlight," Ororo replied. "Besides, he has a creepy writing style."
"It's supposed to be creepy, he writes horror," Kurt pointed out.
"I am not arguing about this with you, Kurt," Ororo replied in an airy tone.
"Afraid you'll lose?" Kurt challenged, his eyes glinting with mischief. It was then, at the moment he least expected it, that her pillow hit him in the face. Ororo laughed as Kurt grabbed the pillow and shot her a determined look. "Oh, mein liebe, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." She grinned, grabbing a pillow of her own and assuming a fighting stance. Then he pounced on her.
Kurt tossed several pillows at her, waiting until she was deflecting another before he struck. He scored several hits, but at the cost of first pillow. As he scrambled for a new one, Ororo began pummeling him with and assault of her own. "Give up, Ororo, if you surrender now I'll go easy on you."
"I don't think so, Kurt," Ororo replied. Somehow they had made it to opposite side of her bed, each of them hoarding their own pillow arsenal.
Kurt's mind raced until he hit upon the perfect plan of attack. He peeked over his side of the bed and didn't see Ororo on the other side. "She must be crouching, waiting for me to try going over the bed," he thought, "and she'll certainly hear me if I do." "But if I go around the side, I may surprise her." He was about to put his plan into motion when he was hit in the back of the head. He spun quickly, just in time to see Ororo roll out from under the bed and tackle him. They both landed atop another large pillow and Ororo smiled triumphantly at him.
"You may consider yourself a prisoner of war," she told him imperiously.
Kurt couldn't help but smile back at her victorious air, but he just couldn't let her get away with it. With a sudden bamp, he teleported them into the air above her bed and managed to flip their positions before they landed. Ororo surprised expression caused him to laugh out loud.
"You cheater," she accused, leveling a look at him that was part annoyance and part desire.
"All's fair in love and war, Ororo," Kurt reminded her. He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Ororo moaned, rocking her hips against his and reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She noticed that Kurt's enterprising fingers had already bared the top half of her, and his mouth was drifting downward. She gasped as his mouth latched onto her breast. She would remember later that it was a few seconds after that, that Jean knocked on the door.
"Storm?" Jean called through the door.
Ororo tried to push back the sensations that Kurt was causing with his tongue. "Is it important Jean?" she asked, thankful that her voice was steady. She placed her hands on either side of Kurt's head, meaning to pull him away before Jean became aware of what was going on. Kurt seemed to guess her intention and he began to press harder against her. Instantly the heavenly sensations doubled and Ororo found herself pressing Kurt closer to her. She stifled a loud moan that would have definitely given them away.
"Storm, the government accidentally reactivated that Sentinel we destroyed forever ago at one of their facilities," Jean told her. "It's wreaking havoc and we have to go and shut it down permanently."
"Verdammit!" Kurt cursed, drawing his head away from her breast and allowing Ororo a chance to respond.
"I'll be at the Blackbird as soon as I can," she promised, hoping Jean would leave. Thankfully, Storm heard her walk off.
Kurt sat up, pulling her with him. "My uniform is in my room," he said, clearly reluctant to leave her.
"Mine is in the locker," Ororo said. She smiled, "Why don't you teleport down, grab mine and a spare one of yours and we'll change here?" she asked. Kurt grinned and disappeared.
Ororo had time to stack all of the dishes and pile the pillows back onto the bed before Kurt reappeared. She had also divested herself of the rest of her clothing and was waiting patiently for her uniform.
"Here you are," he said, tossing her the costume after running an appreciative glance up and down her body. Ororo actually blushed as he admired her, then she quickly began to dress. She finished first, and so had ample time to return the favor as he finished zipping up his black suit.
She walked over to him, pressing her body completely against him and loving the way he felt. "As soon as we get back, I am going to enjoy taking that off you," she promised in a husky voice.
"Likewise," Kurt murmured, kissing her deeply. With that he bamphed them to the hanger.
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Kurt walked into the Blackbird, nodding to Scott and took a seat. He saw Ororo give him a seductive smile as she sat in the pilot seat. "So, Kurt, where were you?" Scott asked, breaking Kurt's eye contact with Ororo. "The Professor said he couldn't reach you telepathically."
"Hmm?" Kurt asked, turning to his friend. "Vas?"
"Why couldn't the Professor reach you to tell you about the mission?" Scott reiterated.
His eyes met Ororo's again. "I must have been sleeping too deeply," Kurt replied. "I was having the most wonderful dream."
Scott seemed to accept this, because he turned back around in his seat and started the take-off sequence. What seemed like only a few short minutes later, the Blackbird was landing at a secret military base in Maine. The X-Men unloaded quickly, glad for the stadium-like lights that illuminated the base's grounds. They followed the trail of destruction to the monstrosity they were there to once again take down.
"It's nowhere near as pretty as it was last time," Kitty commented.
"I don't think they repaired it very well," Jean told her dryly. "Otherwise it wouldn't be trying to kill them all."
"Good point," Kitty said. They moved in.
It helped this time that the Sentinel wasn't targeting them exclusively. They were able to do much more damage in a shorter amount of time. Jean's telepathy kept most of them out of trouble while Scott and Storm hit it with lasers and lightening. Kurt teleported randomly, ripping out chunks of wiring whenever he could. Kitty's phased through it as much as she could, disrupting much of it's systems. But the decay she generated was just too slow to immediately cause the Sentinel to break down. Its eminent electronic failure only caused it to become more violent and unpredictable in the time before its shut down. It began sweeping at the X-Men with no concern for it's own preservation. It actually broke one of it's own limbs when smacking at Rogue.
Ororo gauged the robot carefully before sending another lightning bolt towards it. This time she directed the bolt into it's chest, rather than it's head, where she had determined the central computer must be. The destructive shock, combined with Kitty's phasic disruption, stopped the Sentinel cold. It fell straight down and crashed into the dirt below. With it's shielding no longer up, Scott proceeded to melt it into scrap metal.
"I guess we're done then," Jean said when Scott had finished.
"Wait," Ororo said, scanning the battlefield. "Where is Kurt?" She kept her voice steady, refusing to panic when she didn't yet know if there was reason. Suddenly she spotted a speck of bright blue near one of the piles of ex-Sentinel. She flew down, buoyed by a friendly wind, and alighted near him. She worked quickly at freeing him, praying he wasn't seriously hurt.
Jean helped her remove the last of the metal and Ororo knelt swiftly by his side. He wasn't obviously bleeding from anywhere, so Ororo moved aside to allow Jean to examine him. She was studying to be a doctor after all. "I don't think there is any internal bleeding, but his ribs are cracked," she told them.
"Oh, my head," Kurt muttered, trying to sit up.
"Stay laying down Kurt," Jean told him. "I want to take you to a doctor when we get back."
"Ach, come on Jean, is that really necessary?" he asked plaintively.
"Yes," Ororo said decisively.
Kurt sighed. "As long as I have someone willing to play nursemaid, I suppose I can suffer through it," he said, giving Ororo a suggestive wink.
Ororo couldn't help but smile at that as Kurt was picked up and carefully carried to the Blackbird. Ororo supervised as they laid him gently onto the cot in the back, trying not to look as though she was hovering. As soon as the others had left she leaned over him and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "You should be more careful," she told him.
"But I thought you found my reckless charm irresistible?" he asked mock-petulantly.
Ororo grinned. "I do, but now that you've cracked your ribs you have to take it easy," she said. "And taking it easy means that certain pre-planned extra-curricular activities must be put on hold."
Kurt frowned thoughtfully. "I admit, I hadn't considered that aspect, mein liebe," he said. "I will have to think of a way to persuade my doctor to give me permission."
Ororo kissed him again; this time the duration was much longer. In fact, they were still in the middle of it when the door slid open to admit Scott. "Guy's we're-," he cut off, staring at the weather witch and her lover. They continued to kiss, ignoring him.
"Scott, what's taking so long?" Jean asked, striding up to him. She also stopped, looking with surprise at her teammates. When Storm and Nightcrawler finally came up for air, their audience was still standing dumbstruck.
"Excuse me," Kurt said, his tail coming up to flick a button beside the door. It slid shut on Cyclops and Jean's stunned faces. "Where were we?" he asked, pulling Ororo back to him.
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"I didn't know they were dating," Scott said, walking out of the Blackbird beside Jean.
"Neither did I," Jean said. She bit her lip, "Who are we going to send to get them out of there?"
"Kitty or Rogue," Scott said firmly.
"I don't want to traumatize them, what if they walk in on Kurt and Ms. Munroe when they're.... you know," she said, blushing a bit.
Scott looked torn, staring at his feet. Then a new voice spoke up, solving all their problems.
"Hey bub, did you manage to finally kill that big robot yet?" Logan asked.
"Uh, yeah," Scott said. "We got it." "But Kurt got hurt and we need someone to help Ororo carry him out of the Blackbird; would you mind giving her a hand?"
Logan shrugged. "Sure, why not?" he said. He walked through the hanger doors towards the plane.
"Lets get out of here," Jean said, grabbing his hand and heading for the elevator.
"Best idea I've heard all day," Scott replied, making a run for it. He knew Wolverine would probably hunt him down and make him pay for this later, but right now he was living in the moment. He chuckled as they ascended to the upper floors. "I bet that adamantium will make a great conductor for a bolt of lightening."