Chapter 13. The fire Within

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" 'MARA!". John wailed, trudging down the Girls hall, in his new sweat soaked uniform. Logan told him that if he caught John sneaking around here, he would be missing some vital body parts, but Logan be damned, he needed Amara right now.

It had been three days since the Acolytes had joined the x-men, and all the tension had not yet faded between the two groups, but it was better than what it had been the first night. Rumours were flying all over the mansion, about the new members, and the most predominate Rumours were 'are Rogue and Gambit a couple, did you see them touching?', and 'Are Amara and Pyro together?, because the kissed at the table in front of everyone'. John and Remy won't the least bit concerned about them, and if any one asked them they would tell them the truth. But the integration into the x-men had not gone that smoothly, as all of the Acolytes had had some form of a threat thrown at them, during the short amount of time they had been there.

" 'Mara!", John feebly cried. Loosing his will to stand up right, John slumped side ways against the wall.

"John?", Amara called, coming out of her room. Her eyes swept over her boyfriends exhausted state.

John did not answer her, he only held out his arms, begging her to step into them. Amara quickly complied, embracing him, but no sooner had she done this, John flopped, transferring all his weight on to her.

"John", Amara wheezed, struggling with the new weight.

In her attempt to compensate for the weight, she leaned against the wall for support. This action only served to sandwich her between the two masses.

"I take it you had your first lesion with Logan?", Amara asked with a strained voice. She moved to try and relieve the pressure that was on her, but it was obviously the wrong move, as it resulted in John falling to the floor with a loud thud.

"How could you tell?", John moaned, from his position of facing upwards on the floor, making no attempts to right himself, he lay sprawled out.

"Call it woman's intuition", Amara said leaning over his limp body.

"The man want's to kill me I swear, why else would he put me through that", he grunted, looing up at her.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, you probably just exaggerating so you can get some attention"

"Luv that would hurt, if I wasn't so sore. And yes, it was that bad, all my muscles are screaming at me right now, so I think I deserve some attention", John fired back.

"Are you going to get up?"

"No, for two reasons, one I'm hoping my body will go numb if I lay hear long enough, and two I'm enjoying the view", he said looking into her brown eyes.

Amara walked away from him, purposely teasing him.

"Hey, come back, I need some scenery", John moaned.

Amara turned once she reached her door, "Are you sure you don't want to get up?"

"Yep"

"Aww, that's to bad, because I was going to give you a massage"

Like a bolt of lighting, John was standing again. Amara smiled and pushed open her door, motioning for him to enter. John did as she wanted eagerly. Once they were inside Amara shut the door, and pushed John down onto her bed, which was not hard considering his condition.

"Say there while I go get a towel and washer", she ordered.

"Why do you need a towel an' washer?", John asked confused.

"You're all sweaty John, and it would be best to get some of it off"

Amara left and soon returned with the two items. John was where she had left him, sprawled out on her bed. He rose onto his elbows, as she re entered. Amara positioned her self behind him, pushing him up into a sitting position, as she searched for the zip to his uniform. Finding it, she undid the top half of the suit.

"I like your other uniform better, the orange suited you more", Amara said, as she pealed the black leather from his shoulders, pushing it down, only stoping once she reached his hips. She took the damp washer she had brought back and proceeded to rub him down.

"Ah!, luv that's cold", he yelped.

"Quit complaining, it's not like I'll do this every day", Amara grumbled, now moving on to rub down his chest. To do this she did not bother changing position, instead she pulled John back so his head was in lying in her lap.

John Looked up at her as she started to move the cold washer across his chest, "That's to bad, 'cause I think I'm getting use to this", he grinned.

Amara was finding it hard not to stare at his chest, but she was doing a good job of hiding it from John. Changing the washer, she switched to the towel, now patting him dry. She even ran the towel through his hair, to relieve it of its perpetration.

"Ok, lay down and role over", she ordered once she had finished, getting up off the bed so he could do this. Once he was lying on his stomach, Amara climbed back on the bed, and straddled his hips.

"Lucky you're a girl luv, otherwise this position would look a bit risky", John remarked.

Amara rolled her eyes at the comment. Choosing to ignore it, she placed her hands at the base of his neck, and started to move them in a circular motion. John moaned as she increased the pressure on her hands.

"Your full of knots", she announced, moving her hands down to his shoulder blades. John did not reply to her remark, instead he moaned in agreement to her statement, which made Amara smile. She continued to massage him in the circular motion, until he spoke up.

"Luv, harder", John requested. To which Amara happily complied, by pressing her palms hard down on to his flesh, resulting in him releasing a deep moan.

They continued like this for a while, until John spoke. "Your fearless leader came to see me earlier today"

"And what did he have to say?", she asked, not really wanting to know, guessing that whatever it was, she was not going to like it.

"Oh, this and that, 'leave my team, or you'll regret it'"

"What!, Scott said that?", Amara asked pausing in her task.

"No, but that was what I summed up from his lecture, he actually said... if I recall correctly, 'the X-men are a successful team, we don't need any bad eggs destroying that'. Blah, Blah, 'The X-men are like a family, Watch your step Pyro, because I protect this family'. Blah, Blah, Blah, 'Maybe you should think things over, and quit well your ahead', Blah, Blah, 'Oh, and stay away form Amara, if you know what's good for you', you know friendly welcoming words", John said sarcastically.

Amara was fuming, when she met up with Scott next, she was going to have some words of her own to share. "And what did you say to that?"

"Oh, not much, I just pointed out to him how well his hair would burn", John smiled wickedly.

Amara couldn't help giggling, at the though of Scott's face after Pyro had said that. Amara continued what she was doing before, massaging John's lower back now.

When she had done all the area that was exposed to her, Amara became much boulder, as she sat up off John's hips and reached under him, to undo his uniform belt. Once that was done, she had access to the rest of the suits zip, she went undo the rest of it, if she did than she could easily peal the rest of the suit from his body, but before she could John turned underneath her, so he was facing her once again.

"Now, what exactly were you planing on doing?", John asked, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

Amara put on an innocent face, battering her eyelashes at him. She did not mind that he had prohibited her from undoing the rest of the suit, because now they were in a much more compromising position, and she like being on top.

"Me?, Why I was doing nothing", she said, acting naïve.

"Really?, because someone could think that you wanted me naked", John accused, not falling for her act.

"Well, that doesn't sound like me at all", Amara said, no longer able to hide her wicked grin. As she said this, she leaned forward, running her hands across his chest, causing him to inhale sharply at the sensation.

"luv, keep this up, and soon you wont be wearing clothes", John breathed.

Amara pretended to contemplate his words, turning her head, as if in thought, "Umm, sounds good to me", she said seductively. She leaned forward placing both hands beside his head, rising up, so that she was directly above him.

"What happened to my shy Amara, that ran off the first time I kissed her?", John asked huskily, loving this new side that had surfaced in her.

"I think she has grown up and knows what she wants now", she purred, lowering herself slightly.

"I've noticed some changes in you", John said. He could feal his eyes becoming cloudy with lust, as she started to lower her body onto his.

"Really?, what like?", she purred.

"Well, you don't bust into flame any more", he noted only just realising it.

"Lets just say after the first time that happened, it started to make me review my control,...Why?, is that good or bad?", she asked turning her head to the side, as if in contemplation, but really because she was only inches from his face now.

"It good luv, because that means that when we finally 'do it',... we won't burn anything", with that said, he reached up, pulling her head down to meet his. The kiss was hard and passionate, as the two let out the sexual tension they had not been able to release for the past three days. As the kiss turned more fierce, John unable to contain him self, flipped Amara over changing their position so he was on top, and pressed down hard against her. He did this with such skill, that the kiss did not break. Amara moaned into the kiss, as he pressed harder against her. Her hands were restless, as she recklessly caressed his chest, bringing more passion out of him. The kiss was beyond fierce now it was violent. Johns hands were hopelessly intertwined in her hair, which he used to crush her face closer against his. Amara easily kept up with the kiss her passion bubbling overboard. She became bold. Running her hands down his back, she found the zip, and undid it. Her hands started to slip under the leather, which brought John back to his senses.

"luv, I have to warn you, if you continue, I wont be able to hold myself back", he panted, still effected by the kiss.

"John we don't have to 'do it', I just want to try something", as she said that she slipped her hands around to the front. Amara slowly started to ease her hands down underneath the leather, keeping eye contact with John as she did this. Amara couldn't help gasping once she reached her target, it was now that she realised the full force of the effect she was having on him, but she recovered quickly. It was John's turn to gasp as she griped his organ.

"Amara,...please,...maybe you should stop", he breathed. Even though she had only just started to touch him, he could feel himself coming.

"Why?, doesn't it feel nice?", she asked griping tighter and pulling slightly, to see what effect it had. John groaned deeply, and his hips bucked, as he reacted to her motion.

"No, luv it feel good,... it just feels too good", he breathed.

Amara released him, adverting her eyes, ashamed of what she had done. "I'm sorry", she said meekly, only just realising how uncomfortable she had mad him. "I'm sorry", she repeated, "Are you mad?"

"Luv I'm not mad at you, it's just... I didn't expect it to have such a strong effect on me", he admitted, trying to sooth her, as he could tell she was becoming upset at his reaction.

Amara continued to advert her yes, bitting her lip as she reviewed what she had just done, John watched all of this. "Luv, you did nothing wrong, it's ok, I'm not mad, you were just experimenting, I understand"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and I will happily prove it". With that, he lowered his head kissing her softly. Amara did not respond. John realised he had had hurt her by the way he had reacted, and now she did not want to make another mistake, knowing what he had to do, he lightly nipped her lip, making her open her mouth, John quickly deepened the kiss willing her to respond, finally she started to respond, slowly. Unhappy with her unwilling response, John did what he had not done for many weeks, he reached out with his power connecting with hers. Once he had them he gave a great pull forcing them to the surface with all his might. This was not easy Amara had gained a considerable amount of control since their first meeting. He tried so hard willing her powers to the surface, that he only had one though in his head love me he willed her with all his might. At once, Amara started to respond fiercely, I do love you John, I do, the words went straight to his head, with a start both of them realised what had just happened, the link between the two had increased. The kiss quickly became violent once more, as telepathic messages were sent back and forth, 'I love you', 'I love you', 'I love you'.

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AN: that chapter was to purely develop the relationship between Amara and John. I wanted their connection to be stronger, so I decided to make them be able to communicate through their powers. I would like to know if I went overboard with Amara grabbing Johns 'you know what', so would all the reviewers out there tell me the truth about that scene please. Iw ould also like to know, if when they do 'it', if youse want me to actually describe that scene, or just hint that it happened?, you are the reviews, I will writ what you want.

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