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The WeddingChapter 2
Jean Grey, also known as, actually she never had an official code name. Well, she was Marvel Girl when she was in her early teens, but that quickly faded. Then she became known as the Pheonix but she never liked that since it always held bad connotations. She sighed and thought they should call her the Amazing Chef for she had been cooking for a party of… she wasn't even sure how many people were actually going to show up, now that she thought about it.
Jean heaved a big sigh as she pulled the giant turkey out of the oven. The turkey was over thirty pounds and had to be specially ordered from the butcher. She lifted the turkey, but found that it wasn't as easy as she thought. She wondered how she got it in the oven in the first place, and then remembered that she had telekinetic powers.
"You know you're losing it when you don't even remember your own mutations." Jean mumbled as she lifted the turkey out of the oven the old-fashioned way, well it was for her anyhow.
"You also know you're losing it when you start talking to yourself." A voice told her from behind.
Jean almost dropped the floating turkey as she hastily let it fall hard on the table. She turned around and ran into the outstretched arms of her husband.
"Oomph!" Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, said. He wasn't exactly prepared for his wife's welcoming.
"Love you too." She responded warmly and kissed her husband.
When they managed to pull their lips apart, Scott gave her an amused smirk.
"Guess it means you missed me then?" He commented more than asked.
"Of course I did. Doesn't seem like you missed me though." Jean replied and pouted slightly. She, then, turned around and started to walk back towards the dinner she had been slaving over. She didn't get very far though, as she found a pair of arms wrapped around her. Scott pulled her to him and rested his head on her right shoulder.
"Don't be silly, Jean. I missed you like crazy. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about how great it would be to hold you in my arms." He said and kissed the side of her neck.
Jean let out a little moan at his soft touch. "Scott, I still have to cook. The dinner starts soon." She tried to rationalize with him.
"Mmm… not for another three hours. I think we can spare an hour for ourselves. I promise I'll help you with the cooking, okay?" He said as he continued to kiss her neck. He gave her ear a little nibble, and Jean went weak in the knees.
She turned around to face her husband, and their lips locked again. They slowly walked out of the kitchen, their arms around each other, their lips on each other, and somehow, they managed to find their bedroom where a real home welcoming happened.
-xoxo-
It was broad daylight, but he didn't really care. He still chose to fly in the open because it was the fastest way to get home. He landed lightly on the balcony of his penthouse suite located in the higher end of Manhattan. He slid the door open and stepped through.
The place looked like it did two weeks ago, and it was obvious the maid had been there. He was exhausted and realized that he still had a dinner to go to in a few hours. He drew a big yawn as he stripped off his uniform. He headed into the bedroom to find a pair of pajamas, or at least some pants, but as soon as he saw his bed, he forgot about his plan for clothes.
Instead, he walked to the end of his bed and plopped down on the soft king size and immediately dozed off.
Somewhere in the massive penthouse, a voice spoke, "Warren?"
The voice belonged to Elizabeth Braddock, code named Psylocke, and most of times known as simply, Betsy. Her head poked out of the bathroom from where she was. Her long purple hair was wet and she held the towel around her. When she heard no response, she went to do some investigating.
She walked around the huge suite as she dried her hair with the towel at the same time. This led her to be completely naked, but she didn't care. She was never modest about her body even if it wasn't the original body that she had modeled with years ago.
"Hello?" She questioned again but found no answer.
She shrugged and became slightly annoyed that she had cut her shower short. "Oh well, might as well get a pair of trousers on." She mumbled to herself and headed towards the bedroom.
When she walked through the doorway of the master bedroom, her eyes widened with surprise and her lips curled up in delight. Before her was a heavenly sight; it was Warren exposed in his naked glory. She bit her lip from declaring her presence and dropped the towel immediately. She walked quietly up to her sleeping angel, and laid down beside him, face to face.
She just laid there for a few minutes and watched his peaceful appearance as he slept. She almost wanted to utter those three little words to him, but decided against it. She could see that he was beginning to stir and so she proceeded to kiss him softly on the lips.
As soon as the kiss ended, Betsy found herself staring into a pair of sapphire blue eyes.
"Hi, luv." She greeted him in a whisper.
"Hi to you too. Come here." He greeted in return and pulled her into his arms.
She let out a little giggle at the unexpected welcome. "Thought you were tired." She pointed out as he ran a finger along the side of her body, which caused shivers throughout her body.
"Not tired anymore." He stated bluntly as he began to kiss her all over, starting from her shoulders and down.
"Mmm… sounds great, luv." She murmured between her moans.
No more words were said by either of them as actions clearly spoke more than words themselves.
-xoxo-
He pressed her against the wall as one arm wrapped around her possessively and his other hand proceeded to grab one of her breasts. Their lips were locked in a fiery impassioned kiss as she ran both of her hands through his wild mane.
The sweat of his body against her skin ignited an even deeper desire and want for him. He was already shirtless and she wanted to feel his hard body against her naked skin. He knew this and so his hand wandered to back of her uniform and slowly unzipped it
She gasped slightly at the touch of his fingers against her soft backside. It aroused her so much that she let her own hands wandered down to the zipper of his uniform pants. He smirked slightly at the boldness of his weather goddess and began leaving his mark on her neck.
Little moans of satisfaction escaped her mouth and she said his name in a raspy breath like voice, "Logan."
That one little action drove the wolverine wild as he immediately pulled her uniform down and revealed two beautiful soft breasts at which he devoured them hungrily.
Ororo Munroe also known as the cool weather goddess, Storm, was in complete ecstasy at the moment. She could feel his hard member pressed up against her, as they continued their affair in the Blackbird.
Blackbird? I can't do this here, she thought as she finally realized where she was.
Her eyes opened and she looked down to see her lover sucking on her breasts and as good as it felt she somehow found the strength to push him off her.
"Hey! 'Ro!" The unexpected Wolverine exclaimed as he almost lost his footing.
"Logan, we must stop." Storm announced as she quickly pulled her uniform back on.
"Why must we do that when we're having so much fun?" Logan asked huskily as he suddenly appeared right up against her and gave her a long lick up her neck.
Ororo felt her knees go weak slightly but managed to push him away from her again.
"Logan, we're on the Blackbird! We said once this mission was over, things will go back to the way it was. We cannot continue this." She tried to reason but found it very hard since her body ached for the pleasure only he could provide.
Logan did not see her rationalization since he was so overcome with a hunger for her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her body sweat against his, to feel her long smooth legs wrapped around him, and to hear her scream his name over and over again like she had done so many times during the previous two weeks.
He immediately pushed her against the wall as he kissed her passionately. She didn't even try to resist his lips as she deepened the kiss herself. He cut it short though as he pulled away from her slightly, although his body was still pressed up against her.
"Ya still wanna stop, darlin'?" Logan asked her in almost a growl, which just turned Ororo on even more.
"You know we shouldn't do this. We said we would stop after the mission." Ororo tried to reason weakly.
"As far as I'm concerned, we haven't left he Blackbird yet so the mission isn't quite over entirely. C'mon, 'Ro, I'll make this time really good." He tempted her as he pulled her uniform down slowly.
"Logan… I really… oh fuck it." She decided and pressed her lips against his.
The lovers continued their affair shamelessly as the Blackbird began to rock to and fro.
-xoxo-
"C'mon, Roguey. Please." Remy whined as he held his wife tightly.
"Remy, ah said, later." Rogue answered in a firm voice but was trying extremely hard not to laugh at her insistent fiancée.
"Chere… Y' killin' me here! Remy betcha Scott and Warren are getting some." He complained loudly.
She arched an eyebrow quizzically and said, "So if Scott and Warren jumped off a bridge, ya plan t'jump in wit' them?"
Remy thought about it for a moment before he answered, "D'pends… which answer will get me some?"
Rogue whacked his chest as she pushed him back hard. "Ya can't think past anything but sex… oh the intelligence of a man…" She muttered and walked away from him and into the bathroom.
"Chere, y' can't really blame me here. I mean I have been 'way for deux semaines! Dat's a very long time wit'out sex." He protested and followed her into the bathroom.
"Well, whoopie doo! Two whole week without sex, they should give you a medal for that." Rogue mocked him and began fiddling with her hair as she contemplated whether or not she should put it up for the dinner or down.
"Some sex would do, Remy don't need no medal." He said and started caressing her behind.
She slapped his hand away annoyingly. "Stop it! Ah said later. Plus, if ya didn't remember, we do have a dinner t' go to." She pointed out.
"Dat ain't for two hours! C'mon, chere. Remy'll make it quick…" He began.
"Sorry, Cajun. If it's gonna be quick, it ain't worth my time." Rogue teased him and began tying her hair up.
"Chere! Y'didn't let Remy finish!" He whined desperately.
"Remy, ah said later. Remember we do have a son in the next room who is quite wide-awake and so we do not need him t'hear anything that woul' require us t'explain 'bout the birds and the bees. Unless, ya feel up t'doing the job already?" She commented sarcastically.
Remy thought about it for awhile and was tempted to say 'yes' but he really wasn't ready to explain to his son how his existence came about, especially when he had to explain about the part of his mother pushing him out between her legs and into the world.
"Dere's a way around dat. We'll just put on dat video wit' de dinosaur he likes, turn it up loud and we'll be quiet… really quiet." Remy suggested.
"For the last time, NO!" Rogue cried. She was beyond irritated now.
"But, Rogue… it's been two whole weeks! And let me tell y' dat Remy has been very good. Remy didn't look at a single fille dere, well… actually Remy did look at a few but I certainly did not touch…. But dere was dis one fille who…." He began but he stopped himself before he said any more. This annoyed Rogue and she whacked him across the chest again.
"Oww… chere, y' gotta stop doin' dat." He cried.
"Well, stop askin' me for sex. Ah said, later. And that hit was because of your stupid stammering about the girl you touched or didn't touch. Did ya touch her?" She asked in a threatening tone.
By the fiery look in her eyes, Remy was wise enough to shake his head, 'no'.
"Good. Now get out, swamp rat. Ah'm gonna change for the dinner." She said and started shooing him out.
"Hmm… y' sure y' don' want Remy here t'help y' wit' dat? Remy really good wit' his hands." He suggested coyly as he placed a hand on her behind.
She smacked it away again. "Remy, the only think y're good for is getting me outta my clothes, and ah hafta get into clothes. Now, get out!" She cried and pushed him out the door.
He stumbled back and before he could get another word in, she slammed the door in his face. He let out a defeated sigh as he walked back to their bed and plopped down on it. He closed his eyes and thought he might as well catch some sleep, since he was going to make sure he wouldn't be sleeping later on that night.
"Remy?" Rogue's voice inquired from the bathroom.
He opened his eyes and propped himself on his elbows. Then his eyes widened with joy and his jaw dropped in surprise. Standing before him was Rogue dressed in a red lacey corset with a matching red lace thong on. She also had on the sheer black knee stockings and Remy couldn't remember a time he had wanted Rogue this bad. She smiled with delight at his reaction and proceeded to give him a little modeling show. She sashayed up to him and made sure her hips swayed a little just to drive him crazier.
Immediately, Remy sat up straight as he allowed Rogue to wrap her arms around his neck and draw him in for a long deep passionate kiss. Being the guy he was, he had his hands firmly on her buttocks.
When Rogue pulled away from the kiss and unclasped his hands from her butt, she walked away from him with Remy looking after her like a lovesick fool.
Before she slipped back into the bathroom, she drawled in her sexy southern accent, "That was just a lil' taste of what ah have planned for later."
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