"The Persistence of Memory"
*****Author's Note*****
This chapter is really short compared to the others, but for good reason.
This chapter contains rather large hints of a Bobby/St. John relationship of a sexual nature (that's putting it mildly), otherwise know as slash. It's weird though and definitely not what you think. But, if you don't like slash then just skip this chapter. Its okay, I won't hold it against you. I, on the other hand absolutely love it. Slash is good. Oh yeah, and Marie and Bobby also get physical. Enjoy, you pervs. ;)
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It was supposed to be perfect. But her head hurt. But she could ignore it. She had to finish what she'd started. It felt so good. He felt so good. It was her first time and it was with Bobby. Her boyfriend, the person she loved most in the entire world. Yeah, she could ignore it. Everything would be perfect. Bobby's hands were everywhere. She'd planned for how cold they'd be. Bobby Drake's hands were always freezing.
"Did you lock the door?" Marie asked.
"Uh huh." Bobby mouthed into her neck.
Bobby wasn't sure how this was happening, but he was kissing Marie and touching Marie, and it didn't hurt. He wouldn't question it; at least not now. He got up onto his hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked nervously.
Marie nodded with a small smile. Then Bobby reluctantly slid off of her was gone suddenly. He'd gone to the other side of the small room, to Static's side. He was looking for something in the boy's bedside stand.
"Oh, right. Those." A much deeper voice in her head mumbled. "Good ol' Captain Safe Sex."
She was shocked somewhat to realize that it wasn't her inner voice that had made the comment. Over the past year or so, Marie had learned how to deal with her powers. Hell, at the moment she and her boyfriend were about to partake in the joys of physically intimacy. Finally. Something that Professor Xavier once told her she would probably never be able to do. However, in learning to control her mutation of memory and power absorption she had also been forced to learn how to block out the many voices and personalities that now shared her head. She could now sleep through the night without Logan's nightmares jolting her awake. She could now make it through her philosophy class with out Eric Lehnsherr interrupting and telling Professor Xavier that he was a complete buffoon that didn't know Socrates from a hole in the ground. She now could throw a temper tantrum with out having everyone in the house pissed at her because they had to wear layers in the middle of summer; Iceman's fault of course. But the person that she had never had to worry about infringing on the course of her daily life had been the one that she had been so prepared to ward off, one St. John Allerdyce. John had never really made his presence known after the Boston incident. He had been content to watch from the sidelines of Marie's mind and laugh at her every time she (Bobby) froze something in anger or she (Eric) cursed Xavier out. Except for occasionally zoning out at the mere sight of a lit fireplace, she hadn't had to contend much with Mind Pyro. Until now, that is.
"John?" Asked Mind Marie, but he didn't answer.
Oh well, no matter, back to the situation at hand. Bobby was back in the bed with her now, grinning goofily. She liked his goofy grin, it was positively trademark Bobby. And oddly enough, she liked the feel of Bobby's chilly lips pressed against her's. And suddenly it dawned on her just how much she really loved Robert Drake.
"C'mere, sugar." She purred.
Moments later Bobby was all over the place and Marie had never known such feelings. Her breath caught in her throat, buy rapidly her conscience was being overwhelmed with sights and sounds that she was positive weren't her own. Everything just felt different.
She could see Bobby's face looming above her's but she knew that she was seeing him through eyes that weren't her own. She felt nervous, but why so much now? She wanted this, right? She shook her head lightly, trying to clear her vision. Everything seemed so blurry except for Bobby's face. His eyes, she'd never noticed how blue that were.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Bobby said.
But is sounded so weird, it echoed in her head. And the look on Bobby's face, it was so different from anything she'd ever seen. It was almost frightening, but she could fill her stomach tighten and she felt an unexplainably powerful heat course through her. Bobby pulled roughly on her hair and that's when she noticed the color of the fringe that had fallen in her face. It was orange, her hair wasn't orange.
"What the fuck?" She thought.
She started to open her mouth to complain, but she couldn't. Then Bobby pulled on her legs to bring her closer to him, their noses were touching now.
"This is your first time isn't it, Johnny?" Bobby stated with a wicked smile.
Marie was shocked into a stupor. She was Johnny now? Then her body went on at its own accord. She nodded numbly in response to Bobby's question.
"What the fuck was going on?" Mind Marie screamed.
But then Bobby's always cold hands dipped just below her (Johnny's) waist and she was over come with such pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she (he) moaned loudly. "Oh, god!"
"Quiet." Bobby hissed in her (his) ear. "Don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
Bobby grabbed for her (his) legs roughly and hoisted them up a far as he could.
"You okay?" He asked.
Marie (John) nodded nervously. Marie stared at Bobby through John's eyes. She was at a lost for words, which was a good thing being that it seemed that she was unable to talk anyway.
"Bobby." She felt her mouth say, but to her the voice was too deep and husky to actually be hers.
It was John. It was Johnny's voice. What was this? She winced slightly, her head still hurt. Was this one of St. John's memories? Had he and Bobby.
"You okay, Johnny?" Bobby asked.
Marie couldn't help but note the tender look of concern on Bobby's face as he said it. Johnny nodded.
"They had." She thought.
Then suddenly Marie's (John's) eyes went wide before shutting tightly. It hurt. Marie or John, she could not be sure who, let out a ragged breath.
"Marie?"
Marie opened her eyes suddenly. She saw Bobby staring at her with a concerned expression.
"He said Marie." She thought. "Am I back?"
"Its okay, Bobby," She said. "Don't stop, please."
Marie closed her eyes again, biting down on her bottom lip in concentration. She opened them again noting the orange just out of the corner of her eye, Johnny again.
"God," Bobby whispered. "You're beautiful."
Marie just smiled in return. There was no way for her to know if Bobby was talking to her or John. "Does it really matter?" This was so fucking weird. Then suddenly Bobby's mouth was on her's (his?). She didn't know anymore and oddly enough, she didn't care. His tongue was just as cold. It was like sucking on an ice cube. Just like before.
"Bobby." It was John gasping this time.
Marie just closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. It was actually starting to feel good.
"So," She thought vaguely. "Bobby and Johnny."
A huge grin broke out across Marie's face. She'd be pissed that he didn't tell her later. But not right now. Bobby felt so good. So good.
"Bobby!" It was a weird mixture of the two of them (she and Johnny).
Couldn't Bobby hear? She (he) was so close.
"Oh god." Bobby moaned. "Johnny."
She, he (whatever) and Bobby moved together frantically. Until. Bobby grunted loudly and collapsed onto his lover (A/N: so much easier this way). Marie or Johnny or both, still can't be sure who, cried out upon their much awaited release. Soon, Bobby got up wearily onto his elbows and kissed his lover softly.
"That was nice." Marie heard Johnny say breathlessly.
"Yeah." Marie agreed out loud, grinning madly.
Bobby smiled down at her (him) lovingly.
"I love you, y'know." Bobby replied.
"I love you too, Bobby."
That was definitely Johnny. Marie let out a tired sigh as Bobby rolled over beside her. She opened her eyes and noticed white obstructing her view. Bobby tucked the hair behind one of her ears.
"I'm me." She whispered, her body still tingling with she and Johnny's climax.
Bobby laughed quietly.
"That's good." Bobby whispered.
"That was amazing." She gasped turning to face him. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" Bobby replied, but Marie could hear the impending sleep in his voice.
She sighed softly. "Nevermind."
She wouldn't ruin the moment. She would have plenty of chances to ask. For now she would just bask in the afterglow.
*****Author's Note*****
This chapter is really short compared to the others, but for good reason.
This chapter contains rather large hints of a Bobby/St. John relationship of a sexual nature (that's putting it mildly), otherwise know as slash. It's weird though and definitely not what you think. But, if you don't like slash then just skip this chapter. Its okay, I won't hold it against you. I, on the other hand absolutely love it. Slash is good. Oh yeah, and Marie and Bobby also get physical. Enjoy, you pervs. ;)
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It was supposed to be perfect. But her head hurt. But she could ignore it. She had to finish what she'd started. It felt so good. He felt so good. It was her first time and it was with Bobby. Her boyfriend, the person she loved most in the entire world. Yeah, she could ignore it. Everything would be perfect. Bobby's hands were everywhere. She'd planned for how cold they'd be. Bobby Drake's hands were always freezing.
"Did you lock the door?" Marie asked.
"Uh huh." Bobby mouthed into her neck.
Bobby wasn't sure how this was happening, but he was kissing Marie and touching Marie, and it didn't hurt. He wouldn't question it; at least not now. He got up onto his hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked nervously.
Marie nodded with a small smile. Then Bobby reluctantly slid off of her was gone suddenly. He'd gone to the other side of the small room, to Static's side. He was looking for something in the boy's bedside stand.
"Oh, right. Those." A much deeper voice in her head mumbled. "Good ol' Captain Safe Sex."
She was shocked somewhat to realize that it wasn't her inner voice that had made the comment. Over the past year or so, Marie had learned how to deal with her powers. Hell, at the moment she and her boyfriend were about to partake in the joys of physically intimacy. Finally. Something that Professor Xavier once told her she would probably never be able to do. However, in learning to control her mutation of memory and power absorption she had also been forced to learn how to block out the many voices and personalities that now shared her head. She could now sleep through the night without Logan's nightmares jolting her awake. She could now make it through her philosophy class with out Eric Lehnsherr interrupting and telling Professor Xavier that he was a complete buffoon that didn't know Socrates from a hole in the ground. She now could throw a temper tantrum with out having everyone in the house pissed at her because they had to wear layers in the middle of summer; Iceman's fault of course. But the person that she had never had to worry about infringing on the course of her daily life had been the one that she had been so prepared to ward off, one St. John Allerdyce. John had never really made his presence known after the Boston incident. He had been content to watch from the sidelines of Marie's mind and laugh at her every time she (Bobby) froze something in anger or she (Eric) cursed Xavier out. Except for occasionally zoning out at the mere sight of a lit fireplace, she hadn't had to contend much with Mind Pyro. Until now, that is.
"John?" Asked Mind Marie, but he didn't answer.
Oh well, no matter, back to the situation at hand. Bobby was back in the bed with her now, grinning goofily. She liked his goofy grin, it was positively trademark Bobby. And oddly enough, she liked the feel of Bobby's chilly lips pressed against her's. And suddenly it dawned on her just how much she really loved Robert Drake.
"C'mere, sugar." She purred.
Moments later Bobby was all over the place and Marie had never known such feelings. Her breath caught in her throat, buy rapidly her conscience was being overwhelmed with sights and sounds that she was positive weren't her own. Everything just felt different.
She could see Bobby's face looming above her's but she knew that she was seeing him through eyes that weren't her own. She felt nervous, but why so much now? She wanted this, right? She shook her head lightly, trying to clear her vision. Everything seemed so blurry except for Bobby's face. His eyes, she'd never noticed how blue that were.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Bobby said.
But is sounded so weird, it echoed in her head. And the look on Bobby's face, it was so different from anything she'd ever seen. It was almost frightening, but she could fill her stomach tighten and she felt an unexplainably powerful heat course through her. Bobby pulled roughly on her hair and that's when she noticed the color of the fringe that had fallen in her face. It was orange, her hair wasn't orange.
"What the fuck?" She thought.
She started to open her mouth to complain, but she couldn't. Then Bobby pulled on her legs to bring her closer to him, their noses were touching now.
"This is your first time isn't it, Johnny?" Bobby stated with a wicked smile.
Marie was shocked into a stupor. She was Johnny now? Then her body went on at its own accord. She nodded numbly in response to Bobby's question.
"What the fuck was going on?" Mind Marie screamed.
But then Bobby's always cold hands dipped just below her (Johnny's) waist and she was over come with such pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she (he) moaned loudly. "Oh, god!"
"Quiet." Bobby hissed in her (his) ear. "Don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
Bobby grabbed for her (his) legs roughly and hoisted them up a far as he could.
"You okay?" He asked.
Marie (John) nodded nervously. Marie stared at Bobby through John's eyes. She was at a lost for words, which was a good thing being that it seemed that she was unable to talk anyway.
"Bobby." She felt her mouth say, but to her the voice was too deep and husky to actually be hers.
It was John. It was Johnny's voice. What was this? She winced slightly, her head still hurt. Was this one of St. John's memories? Had he and Bobby.
"You okay, Johnny?" Bobby asked.
Marie couldn't help but note the tender look of concern on Bobby's face as he said it. Johnny nodded.
"They had." She thought.
Then suddenly Marie's (John's) eyes went wide before shutting tightly. It hurt. Marie or John, she could not be sure who, let out a ragged breath.
"Marie?"
Marie opened her eyes suddenly. She saw Bobby staring at her with a concerned expression.
"He said Marie." She thought. "Am I back?"
"Its okay, Bobby," She said. "Don't stop, please."
Marie closed her eyes again, biting down on her bottom lip in concentration. She opened them again noting the orange just out of the corner of her eye, Johnny again.
"God," Bobby whispered. "You're beautiful."
Marie just smiled in return. There was no way for her to know if Bobby was talking to her or John. "Does it really matter?" This was so fucking weird. Then suddenly Bobby's mouth was on her's (his?). She didn't know anymore and oddly enough, she didn't care. His tongue was just as cold. It was like sucking on an ice cube. Just like before.
"Bobby." It was John gasping this time.
Marie just closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. It was actually starting to feel good.
"So," She thought vaguely. "Bobby and Johnny."
A huge grin broke out across Marie's face. She'd be pissed that he didn't tell her later. But not right now. Bobby felt so good. So good.
"Bobby!" It was a weird mixture of the two of them (she and Johnny).
Couldn't Bobby hear? She (he) was so close.
"Oh god." Bobby moaned. "Johnny."
She, he (whatever) and Bobby moved together frantically. Until. Bobby grunted loudly and collapsed onto his lover (A/N: so much easier this way). Marie or Johnny or both, still can't be sure who, cried out upon their much awaited release. Soon, Bobby got up wearily onto his elbows and kissed his lover softly.
"That was nice." Marie heard Johnny say breathlessly.
"Yeah." Marie agreed out loud, grinning madly.
Bobby smiled down at her (him) lovingly.
"I love you, y'know." Bobby replied.
"I love you too, Bobby."
That was definitely Johnny. Marie let out a tired sigh as Bobby rolled over beside her. She opened her eyes and noticed white obstructing her view. Bobby tucked the hair behind one of her ears.
"I'm me." She whispered, her body still tingling with she and Johnny's climax.
Bobby laughed quietly.
"That's good." Bobby whispered.
"That was amazing." She gasped turning to face him. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" Bobby replied, but Marie could hear the impending sleep in his voice.
She sighed softly. "Nevermind."
She wouldn't ruin the moment. She would have plenty of chances to ask. For now she would just bask in the afterglow.