Updating, another short chappie 'cause I'm trying to write some Buffy
fic...maybe. It's not going well, I'm not very good with the whole
serious thing.
Rogue yawned and placed covered white gloves over the tight fitting green dress. She had to admit, Mystique had taste....matching emerald earrings and a pearl necklace, she looked like royalty.
Wanda on the other hand wasn't so lucky....
She was wearing a tight fitting dress as well.... really tight fitting. It was red, or at least, it was close to red, it swooped down from her neck, well below her belly button-"Are those pubic hairs???!!!" Rogue had joked- and stopped halfway down her thighs, matching black heels were included, along with a plastic black bag sporting a shiny revolver.
"Aww fuck! I'm a prostitute!" Wanda snapped at Mystique, her hand seemed to have somehow opened the plastic bag.
"Don't even think about shooting me Wanda Maximoff, I've been shot a few times and I'm not above whooping seventeen year old ass." Mystique snapped back.
"That's my Ma for ya."
"Shut up, Rogue!"
"I just wish she'd love meh...." Rogue mockingly raised her hands to the sky mouthing 'WHY?' as her mother regained her composure.
"These are the only items I have at the moment on such short notice. They're from previous infiltration missions."
"And on one of them you were infiltrating a seventies brothel?" Wanda snapped.
I won't shoot her; I'll just kill her with my bare hands.
Mystique ignored her.
"You all remember the plan? Good, because if you didn't I'd have to cut your portion of the profits."
All hands about to be raised were instantly lowered.
Pyro yawned; the flannel white shirt and black tuxedo jacket – stylish more than formal – made him look leaner than ever, his hair was eased back with gel, a shocking change from the usual disarray.
"Meeeooow!"
Rogue grinned at her beau, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and groping his very tight parts. His biceps of course. Nothing more than his biceps....of course.
"Mystique, I think you'd better hurry it up, flame and skunk head look like they might rip each other out of their nice clothes." Remy Le Beau was well groomed as well.
His attire was practically the same as Pyro's, except the shirt had exotic ripples along the buttons and was promiscuously unbuttoned. His hair had been combed (WHAT??!!!) and tied in a small ponytail. Wanda was trying to wrench off all of the buttons that hadn't been unbuttoned already.
"Oooh, chere, I love the clothes. Perhaps you keep dem, non?" Gambit leaned in, removing his shades and wrapping his arms around Wanda's torso.
"Maybe....but I'd have to get a whip after the mission...."
"Hey! No fair! Everyone gets to be masochistic and skanky but me!!!!" Pietro shouted.
"People! People! Please.....remember.....the mission? And Pietro, I'm sure you can be both by yourself." Mystique snapped.
"With emphasis on the skanky!" Rogue chirped.
"You do know what you're replying right? You dirty fiends!" Was Pietro's reply.
The couples (and Pietro) departed.
Kitty Pryde narrowed her eyes at the back of Jean's head.
"Why'd Jean get the red dress? I had it first!" Kitty snapped.
Scott tightened his tie and looked over the Blackbird's leather seat to retort friendly, "They match her eyes. Besides, you're too young to wear such things."
"You mean I'm not a hoe?"
Jean's head turned quickly around, her eyes seemed to glow.
"Who you calling a hoe!???"
"Vhas it just me or did Jean's head do a 180?" Kurt piped up.
"I know, it was like, like the exorcist or something." Kitty replied.
"Shut up back there, we're almost at the goddamn place."
"Logan, please, not in front of the children." Storm whispered.
Wolverine turned and gave her a wolfish grin.
"I thought you liked it when I talked dirty."
Storm turned hurriedly back to the controls.
"At least we know Wolverine's not gay," Kitty piped up.
"Unlike some veople," Kurt added.
"I'M NOT GAY!!!!" Xavier and Scott snapped.
"Bisexual perhaps? I could see that for Scott, but not for Xavier....he's too, like..."
"Gay?" Kurt whispered back to her.
"Yeah." Was Kitty's response.
SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME GAYBOY!!!!!
Xavier's voice boomed in Kitty's head, just as the Blackbird landed.
Yeah, I know what you're saying: Why so short you BASTARD? What the hell are these people about to do? Well, lucky for you, I'm already on the next chapter. Here's a sample:
"Scott?" Rogue breathed against his ear.
Scott blinked and looked down at the top of her reddish brown curls.
"Y-yeah?"
"Are you wearing woman's underwear?"
"Yeah.Sort of."
Rogue smirked against his chest.
"Jean's?"
"Uh....sure."
"It's Xavier's isn't it?"
"Yeah, but, I only borrowed it 'cause Jean said it would be sexy and-don't tell the others, they already think I'm gay."
Rogue yawned and placed covered white gloves over the tight fitting green dress. She had to admit, Mystique had taste....matching emerald earrings and a pearl necklace, she looked like royalty.
Wanda on the other hand wasn't so lucky....
She was wearing a tight fitting dress as well.... really tight fitting. It was red, or at least, it was close to red, it swooped down from her neck, well below her belly button-"Are those pubic hairs???!!!" Rogue had joked- and stopped halfway down her thighs, matching black heels were included, along with a plastic black bag sporting a shiny revolver.
"Aww fuck! I'm a prostitute!" Wanda snapped at Mystique, her hand seemed to have somehow opened the plastic bag.
"Don't even think about shooting me Wanda Maximoff, I've been shot a few times and I'm not above whooping seventeen year old ass." Mystique snapped back.
"That's my Ma for ya."
"Shut up, Rogue!"
"I just wish she'd love meh...." Rogue mockingly raised her hands to the sky mouthing 'WHY?' as her mother regained her composure.
"These are the only items I have at the moment on such short notice. They're from previous infiltration missions."
"And on one of them you were infiltrating a seventies brothel?" Wanda snapped.
I won't shoot her; I'll just kill her with my bare hands.
Mystique ignored her.
"You all remember the plan? Good, because if you didn't I'd have to cut your portion of the profits."
All hands about to be raised were instantly lowered.
Pyro yawned; the flannel white shirt and black tuxedo jacket – stylish more than formal – made him look leaner than ever, his hair was eased back with gel, a shocking change from the usual disarray.
"Meeeooow!"
Rogue grinned at her beau, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and groping his very tight parts. His biceps of course. Nothing more than his biceps....of course.
"Mystique, I think you'd better hurry it up, flame and skunk head look like they might rip each other out of their nice clothes." Remy Le Beau was well groomed as well.
His attire was practically the same as Pyro's, except the shirt had exotic ripples along the buttons and was promiscuously unbuttoned. His hair had been combed (WHAT??!!!) and tied in a small ponytail. Wanda was trying to wrench off all of the buttons that hadn't been unbuttoned already.
"Oooh, chere, I love the clothes. Perhaps you keep dem, non?" Gambit leaned in, removing his shades and wrapping his arms around Wanda's torso.
"Maybe....but I'd have to get a whip after the mission...."
"Hey! No fair! Everyone gets to be masochistic and skanky but me!!!!" Pietro shouted.
"People! People! Please.....remember.....the mission? And Pietro, I'm sure you can be both by yourself." Mystique snapped.
"With emphasis on the skanky!" Rogue chirped.
"You do know what you're replying right? You dirty fiends!" Was Pietro's reply.
The couples (and Pietro) departed.
Kitty Pryde narrowed her eyes at the back of Jean's head.
"Why'd Jean get the red dress? I had it first!" Kitty snapped.
Scott tightened his tie and looked over the Blackbird's leather seat to retort friendly, "They match her eyes. Besides, you're too young to wear such things."
"You mean I'm not a hoe?"
Jean's head turned quickly around, her eyes seemed to glow.
"Who you calling a hoe!???"
"Vhas it just me or did Jean's head do a 180?" Kurt piped up.
"I know, it was like, like the exorcist or something." Kitty replied.
"Shut up back there, we're almost at the goddamn place."
"Logan, please, not in front of the children." Storm whispered.
Wolverine turned and gave her a wolfish grin.
"I thought you liked it when I talked dirty."
Storm turned hurriedly back to the controls.
"At least we know Wolverine's not gay," Kitty piped up.
"Unlike some veople," Kurt added.
"I'M NOT GAY!!!!" Xavier and Scott snapped.
"Bisexual perhaps? I could see that for Scott, but not for Xavier....he's too, like..."
"Gay?" Kurt whispered back to her.
"Yeah." Was Kitty's response.
SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME GAYBOY!!!!!
Xavier's voice boomed in Kitty's head, just as the Blackbird landed.
Yeah, I know what you're saying: Why so short you BASTARD? What the hell are these people about to do? Well, lucky for you, I'm already on the next chapter. Here's a sample:
"Scott?" Rogue breathed against his ear.
Scott blinked and looked down at the top of her reddish brown curls.
"Y-yeah?"
"Are you wearing woman's underwear?"
"Yeah.Sort of."
Rogue smirked against his chest.
"Jean's?"
"Uh....sure."
"It's Xavier's isn't it?"
"Yeah, but, I only borrowed it 'cause Jean said it would be sexy and-don't tell the others, they already think I'm gay."