Chapter 25, The fire within

It was now three days after Christmas, and the mansion was now a quiet, peaceful and relaxed place. Most of the x-men had gone back to their families to spend the Christmas holidays there. Enen though Xavier had told her to get rest Christmas eve, she did not get much sleep at all, every one in the mansion came in to see her before they left for home. Amara loved their reactions to her new look, the x-girls totally loved her knew look, and the x-boys stood stunned while looking upon her new form, but they were all happy that she was back. Amara couldn't believe the amount of presents she received, her Corner of the med lab was absolutely cram-packed with items. Though they had returned home to their families, Xavier had phoned her parents telling them of her change in condition, and that they needed to keep her under observation, and that they needed to run more test. She had spoken to her parents and reassured them that she would be fine spending the holidays in America, and that she would come home the next holidays.

Now the only people in the mansion were those who chose to stay, or those who had no where else to go. Logan had disappeared the day after Christmas, apparently he this was a usual occurrence for him. Scott was spending the holidays with Alex. Storm was with her sister, and all the rest had simply returned home. The occupants of the institute were now; Beast, Rogue, Gambit, Pyro, Colossus, Illyana (Piotr's sister), and Xavier. Amara had not met Illyana yet, but she had heard some things about the shy seven year old. Apparently, When Piotr had arrived back at the mansion just before everyone left, Kitty had shocked the whole room, by running to embrace the large Russian, claiming how much she had missed him. Piotr returned the embrace claiming the same thing, and then to the pure amazement of the room, Piotr bent down and gave the perky brunet, an anything but innocent kiss. The x-men had faced many shocks that night, but the biggest one that had every one in amazement, was Remy's and Rogue's announcement.

Amara now lay in her bed at the med lab, laughing uncontrollably as Remy retold the events to her. John had spent every night since Christmas eve sleeping next to her, on two chairs he had pulled together. It was only just receantly that Gambit had arrived claiming that he should go back to his room to get some proper rest, while he entertained Amara. Amara agreed to this whole heartedly, telling John that Remy was right, and that she would be fine. Disgruntled he complied to their command, and left the med lab.

"So, Logan actually did that?", Amara asked between laughter, as Remy retold his announcement.

"Oui, and it was no laughing matter, Remy thought he was going to loose a vital body part", he said looking hurt at her reaction.

"Oh, he wouldn't have really cut it off, he's not that cruel. Besides to cut it off he would of have to see it and touch it, and even he would not want to do that", she said recovering from her laughter.

"Thanks petite, that's really reassuring", he said sarcastically, shuddering, and crossing his legs. "and how did your mind get so dirty, you give Remy nightmares now, and you weren't pined underneath him, while he waved his claw's in your face threatening to cut Remy junior off"

At this Amara Broke into a knew wavy of hysterical laughter, "Remy junior", she repeated, now in stiches. She started to become sober once more. During the period of one hour Remy had told her heaps of news, telling her about what went on while she was in a comer, so to speak.

"Thanks Remy", she said all of the sudden, looking composed once more.

"For what Petite?"

"For telling me all the stuff I missed. I asked John but he didn't tell me much", she said, with a contemplating look.

"Ah, well….has John spoken to you about, what happened…With him while you were…gone?", Remy asked. Amara did not answer instead she looked confused, taking this as his que to continue, Remy went on "Well, John thought you were dead, petite. When he first saw you in dat horrible form of yours, he disappeared, ran away for a couple of months. We started to worry about him, so Xavier sent Wolverine to find him. When Wolverine brought him back to the mansion, he looked a real mess, he was still in his uniform, from the day of the….incident. for the three months dat he was back here, you rarely saw him. He kept himself locked up in his room. During dat time he never came down to see you, it just hurt him to much. He only came out of the room occasionally to use de bathroom, and grab some food. De night dat you woke up Christmas eve, was de first time he had left his room for longer den ten minutes", Remy was silent, letting all his information sink in.

Amara laid back in her bed, turning Remy's information over and over in her head. She had no idea that John had been like this while she was gone, her eyes started to mist over, John really loved her, and the though of her no longer being here, had torn him apart. Amara closed her golden eyes and shook her head, as if to snap herself out of it she turned to face Remy again.

"Maybe Remy should leave now", he said getting up noticing a look in her eyes. He turned to leave, but before he did he turned back around suddenly, as if forgetting something. "Oh, and petite, Remy loves de new look, tres belle, and de eyes remind Remy of Riddick's from 'Pitch Black', only yours be gold plated", he smiled, trying to brighten her mood. It worked Amara gave him a genuine smile at his comment.

"Thanks Remy", she said again.

Remy gave a mock salute, getting him a tiny giggle from the girl, before leaving.

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Amara padded down the hall in her orange pyjamas, her gold skin shining brilliantly as the moonlight hit it. It was three in the morning, and she knew what she wanted. She should not be out of the med lab, but she didn't care, besides Hank was fast asleep, and he had stoped checking up on her at night anyway. Reaching her destination, she griped the door handle, relived to see that it was not locked, she entered. Closing the door quietly behind her, she stood for a while just staring at the sight before her.

John lay sprawled out on his bed asleep. He was just wearing his boxers, which were black with flames on them. Not moving, Amara continued to stare at him, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, not wanting to disturb him, she reached for the door handle again but stoped, when all of the sudden John's eyes flickered open.

He had felt her stare, and it had some how roused him from his sleep. He raised onto his elbows, so that he could look at her properly. "Amara, what are you doing hear? you should be back at the med lab", he asked in a whisper.

Amara didn't answer, instead she cast her eyes to the floor, ashamed at what she had come to do. John looked at her confused, as she did this. Feeling something was not quite right, he opened the link the two had, only to inhale deeply at what he felt on the other end of the link. Her intentions were now painfully clear to him, and he also discovered, the cause behind them, she knew what he had done during the five months she was gone, and it pained her greatly at the thought of loosing him again. But still Amara didn't move she continued to star at the floor, perfectly away, of the fact that he knew why she was hear.

John slowly rose from his bed and walked over to the exotic beauty. He stood in front of her, just staring at the way the moon light mad her skin glow, he reached out for her face, gently turning her head, so that their eyes met. John's heart skipped as the light caught on her eyes, making them glow bright gold, reflecting it, giving her a wild look. They stayed like that for a while just staring at each other, until Amara finally spoke. "I should go", she whispered meekly, turning quickly and griping the door handle once more, loosing all her nerve, she made to open the door, but stoped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She slowly turned around to meet his star once more, "I should go", she repeated.

John's eyes softened slightly, "Yes, you should go", he confirmed. Amara dropped her head in disappointment, and she felt tears fight to be released, but she held them back. John lifted her chin again, restoring eye contact. "But I don't want you to", he whispered.

Amara let out a gasp, as the link between them was reopened, and she received thoughts, much like her own a few minutes ago. Her breathing became shallow, as she realised he had the same intentions. John lowed his head, capturing her lips in a slow passionate kiss, he made to pull away after a while, but Amara laced her fingers behind the back of his head, pulling him back down, she forcefully kissed him begging for more. John could fell the air around them heat, but he brushed this fact aside, meeting Amara's kiss. She broke the kiss this time pulling away, and unlacing her fingers. John looked in to her smouldering gold eyes, which now held a lustful look. At this look, John could feel all his blood running south, wanting flaring up dangerously inside of him. Unable to hold back any longer, he crushed his lips against hers, in a fiery, forceful kiss. Still maintaining the kiss he pushed her back up against the door, holding his body flush against hers. Amara moaned deeply, as she felt his hard length against her. John could feel Amara's body heat up in reaction to him. Placing his hot hands on her hips, he pushed her up the door, his weight holding her there, until she was the same height as him, and ground against her. Amara gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist in reaction, which was perhaps not the best move, because now she could feel his length in the place where it did the most damage. John ground against her again. Amara screamed, her body arching into his, her hands flew back and she held them against the door as if in surrender. John brought his mouth to hers again, as he laced his fingers underneath her buttocks, so he could support her weight. He brought her back from the door continuing the kiss, and she laced her arms around the back of his neck.

John stood at the base of his bed, breaking the kiss, he suddenly unlaced his hands releasing her. Amara fell to bed landing on her back, her legs dangling over the backboard of the bed. Amara whimpered at the loss of contact, and sat up onto her elbows, as she looked helplessly into the smouldering eyes of her love. John looked down upon Amara, trying to regulate his breath slightly. Her eyes held a pleading look, which filled him with masculine pried. John came up to the headboard, and placed one of his knees on it ready to hoist himself over the top of her. As Amara watched him do this, an idea suddenly came into her head. A wicked grin crossed her face, and before John could rise over her, she moved further up the bed. John froze in his actions, and looked upon her face only to see the wicked grin. Amara used his pause to move further up the bed, and when she reached the other end she brought her legs together tucking them under her. She locked her eyes with his, a cheeky glint in hers. "I'm not that easy", she stated flirtatiously. "If you want me your going to have to catch me first". John smiled crawling onto the other end of the bed. "There's not many places to run, Princess and there is nowhere to hide", he stated huskily.

"Really", Amara challenged.

"Really", John concluded.

Amara locked her eyes with his, than all of a sudden before he knew what was happening, Amara skidded off the bed, and headed straight for the door. John stood heading after her, but before he could reach her, she was out of the door. John exited his room, just in time to see her turn the corner. Taking off in hot pursuit, he followed. John was fast, but Amara was faster, by the time he reached the end of a corridor, he was just in time to see her turn into another one. Suddenly John realised where she was heading, and he speed up.

He turned into the corridor, just in time to see the door shut. John slowed and walked up to the door in question. The Girls Bathroom. Slowly he opened the door and entered. Looking in the bathroom, that lay before him, he could not see Amara anywhere, Just the shower that was before him, the toilet in one corner, and the basin in the other, unless. With lightning strike reflexes, John turned shutting the door, and pinning the person who was hiding behind it against the wall, which just happened to be Amara. Amara squealed with the shock of being found and pined. If possible, the chase had fired up John even more, and as Amara looked into his smouldering eyes, she froze completely. John had turned into a predator, and Amara was finding that incredibly seductive. John brought his face to the crock of her neck, nuzzling her golden flesh. "I caught you", he proclaimed in a low growl, that made Amara shiver. John then opened up their link, sending a barrage of vivid images, which made Amara's breathing become shallow and erratic. Amara came to her senses slightly after, the R rated images had stoped, and slowly the mischievous glint returned. If John was the predator, them she would be the prey, and prey was never this easy to catch.

"John,….have you heard the saying all's fair in love and war?", she managed to breath out.

"Mmmm", he replied, still nuzzling her neck.

"Well, all is fair, and I think you need to take a cold shower"

Taking John by surprise, she pushed him into the open glass cubical. John's hands came out to steady himself, giving Amara the time she needed to swipe the cold tap, turning it on fully. After she had done that, as fast as she could she left the room, shouting "you have to do better to catch me".

In slight shock John turned off the freezing water. Normally water this temperature would have effected him, and any normal person would have been angry or at least frustrated, but none of this was the case, this prosect of cat and mouse excited John extremely, and he had to admit this game was the biggest turn on he had ever experienced, but he was losing her. Not bothering to dry himself, he stepped out of the shower in hot pursuit of his prey once more. Opening the door her rushed out into the hall way only to pause, finding his quarry leaning smugly against the wall, at the other end of the corridor.

"Why, you're all wet", Amara taunted.

John growled in response, before spring into action, running towards her. With her quick reflexes, Amara took off, but John was very close this time. Only a meter behind her John kept up the pace, but Amara was still superiorly faster than him, managing to stay just out of reach. John focused all his concentration in keeping her insight, not noticing where they were going. As Amara neared her destination she slowed down slightly, not realising how close John was, she had only just opened the door and entered her bedroom, to be tackled.

Luckily Amara fell onto her close by bed, although she was slightly shocked at John's improved speed. Quickly before she could make another move, John straddled her, pinning her hands above her head. "No more running", he declared puffing slightly, wild glint in his eyes, inflamed by the pursuit. John claimed her mouth once more, giving her a violent deep kiss, Amara responded, making no attempts to free herself from his grip. John broke the kiss, only to start trailing hot biting kisses down her neck. Amara's breathing became shallow and erratic once more, as the heat she was producing started to rise. Amara was now at his mercy, and she realised that there was no way of getting out of this one. She felt her heart rate treble, at his predatory actions, and manner. John continued to deliver hot biting kisses down her neck, paying special attention to where her pulse thundered closest to her skin. John lowered his head further trailing kisses, only stoping once her reached the neck of her orange singlet top. John raised his head to lock eyes with her, he loosened his hands, sliding each hand individually down each of her arms, he continued this caress along her front, down to the base hem of her singlet, Amara arched into the touch, making no attempts to hinder his actions. Amara continued to hold her hands above her head, as John hooked his thumbs under the base of the clingy fabric. He slowly began to remove her top, stroking her sides as he lifted it up. John removed the garment completely, throwing it aside, his smouldering gaze swept over her exposed upper half. Under his intense stare, Amara felt the sudden urge to cover herself, she bought her hands down to cover her chest, but John caught them halfway, knowing what she was attempting to do. "You're beautiful", he reassured her, voice husky with emotion. With that said he bowed his head, bring his lips to hers, in a slow passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, he brought his head down further, kissing her now swollen, tender breast. Amara gasped and withered underneath this intense treatment, wanting to return it. Amara arched her body towards his, pushing herself further into his mouth, and grinding against his most receptive body part. This caused a deep moan to escape from John, and his kisses became biting ones. Amara screamed, lacing her fingers in his wet hair, as his biting kisses alternated from one breast to the other. This relentless treatment continued on her breast until she could not take it any more, and her grip on John's hair tightened. John raised his head from her chest locking eyes with her. Amara's golden eyes were shining brilliantly, half-closed and dazed they shone, expressing her emotions. John's eyes burned into hers, glazed and lustful. John reclaimed her mouth once more, in a fiery kiss that fuelled both of there desires. Amara's hands glided across his wet shoulders, running them down along his sides only to bring them back up running them down along his front, only she did not stop like him upon reaching a material boundary, her hands continued, sliding underneath his boxers. John Broke the kiss suddenly gasping, as Amara's hand tightened around his hard length. His hips bucked instinctively against her hand. Amara released him, quickly grabbing the hem of the garment, pulling them down, John help her, pulling the garment totally from his body, leaving him completely exposed. It was now Amara's turn to stare, "Wow", was all she could manage to say, looking upon his naked form. John chuckled slightly at her response, but was filled with masculine pride as well. John bent down again, kissing her sweetly in thanks for her comment, he made to pull away, but Amara pulled his head back down, delivering a slow, deep kiss. John ran his finger tips lightly, teasingly, along her exposed flesh, running them over her chest and stomach, his fingers reached the waist band of her orange boxers, and slowly teasingly eased then from her hips. John broke their kiss, moving down, as he relived her of her boxers. Upon doing that John did not make his way back up. Amara watched him as he changed his straddling position, gently wedging one of his knees between her legs, separating them slightly. John ran his hands along the top of her thighs, before running them on them along the insides, he did not stop one he reached the juncture. Amara gasped, as she felt his finger slide into her, her hands flew to her sides grabbing handfuls of downer. Realising she was ready, John slid his fingers out, bring his other knee between her legs, so her was in position. In his sitting position, John grabbed her hips, pinning them. "luv, this is gonna hurt, are you sure you want to do this?", he asked, genuinely concerned. Amara incapable of words at this point, merely nodded in reply. John taking that as his que, lowered himself only half way into her, he heard Amara gasp at this. Pulling back out of her, he tightened his grip on her hips, and then with out warning, thrust him self fully into her. Amara screamed, raising herself off the bed in her pain. John released her hips, catching her arms as she rose. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he held her, supporting her, and burring his face in the crock of her neck, as he waited for her to recover. Amara's breathing slowed slightly, and her gasping subdued, as she grew to accommodate him. John taking this as he que, lowered her back down to the bed, sympathetically nuzzling her neck. John raised his head, from its position, to bond the lips once more. Amara responded to the gentle kiss for awhile before picking up the pace, turning the kiss into a forceful violent one. Amara arched her self towards him, signalling that she was fine now. At this John started to move inside her at a slow, pumping pace. Amara moaned at the alien sensation this caused. Slowly Amara began to respond, keeping up with his pace. John groaned at the feeling of her around him, wanting more, he kicked up the pace. Amara screamed his name, as he did this, feeling her body shudder in response. Upon hearing his name John increased the pace even more, moving against her relentlessly. Amara no longer able to handle it, started to react to his fast pace, which caused deep moans to come from John. Amara could feel something happening, her body began to shudder all over, she clenched herself tightly around John's length. John screamed her name as she did this, feeling himself boil over. Lights flashed behind Amara's eyes, bring her into screaming climax, as John reached his own spilling himself into her.

John's body went limp, collapsing on top of her, his mind and body exhausted. Holding her he rolled onto his side, still inside her. incapable of speech, the two new lovers just stared into each others eyes. Slowly in their dazed exhausted state, sleep took hold of them, and they fell in each others arms.

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AN: I understand if people need to have a cigarette now, lol. Well this was my first time writing a seen like that, and I understand if it does not meet to everyone's tastes, but hay it's my story, and it is R rated. I am sorry if I have offended anyone in the creation of this scene, but I think I've done quite well. Now this is the last chapter for a while, three weeks to be correct, and it's not like you can say it didn't go out with a bang.

Thanks to:

Allimba (glad you like it)

Prowler-125 (I'm not sure if you will like this chapter)

XME (I feel honoured, you think I'm awesome)

Lady Element

Arai (I wouldn't call it the best story ever, but thanks for the comment)

CajunBelle (it's nice to kow you wont hurt me. And I totally believe you when you say nothing will happen while you're on your vacation 'alone', with your boyfriend. And I read you latest chapter. Scott is such an ass, but Logan doing that, that would cut deep. So, when's Remy gonna find out?)

SperryDee (I thought the appearance thing was cleaver too, that's why I wrote it I guess)

DYNOMITE (lol, sweet my story's off the hook)

Schme (honey, I lave you and all, but please send serious reviews)