Hey all!
I'm not sure who this un'll involve, or what implement of necro I'll use. *ponders* So many choices. This may be slash. It's been in the back of my mind for a while and. . .*evil grin* I know who this'll be about!
Just in case you're wondering, there is no continuity between stories, unless otherwise noted.
Disclaimer-I own nothing.
***
Irene settleed onto the bed. She was so very very tired. The whole day had been so trying for her, and now the blond woman merely wanted to lay down and sleep.
Raven walked into the room. No, Raven was about to. And something was going to happen when she did. The haze of a precognant fit over took Irene's senses, making her body grow taut.
Raven walked into the room, this time in actuality. She saw her lover in the throes of a vision. They always hit like a seizure. Raven quickly went to Irene's side, holding her still until the vision subsided.
When her powers ebbed again, Irene was trembling so badly she almost vibrated striaght off the bed. Raven held on tighter, wraping her arms around her lover's waist.
Irene had seen something horrible. A life ending, so soon. But who's she could not be sure. Irene had only seen the sillouettes. They did her no good, as she had never seen the people in real life. But the male looked like he had a pair of curved sunglasses on.
---
Scott kissed Jean's neck. Jean smiled up at the ceiling, seemingly senseless. But Scott was too busy to care. He had felt her orgasm earlier, her body tensing, then relaxing totally. They had always done it like this, Jean first, then him. It wasn't terribly romantic, but it was how they made love.
Scott nudged his way into Jean's body, scattering kisses over her face an neck. He may not have been the world's best lover, but he tried to be attentive. Jean continued to smile up at the ceiling.
---
Irene shuddered in horror. That anyone could do something like that, it was horrible. The woman had suffered from a psychic attack, and was lying dead. Yet the man was still. . .Irene shuddered again.
Raven didn't know what to do for her lover. The attacks had been bad at times, but never this horrible. Irene had been very close to collapsing when she'd seen the fate in store for Rogue and Raven at the hands of Apocalypse. But she hadn't been this terror-struck.
"Raven, I have to. . .do you know anyone who wears sunglasses at all times? A male."
Raven narrowed her eyes. Irene couldn't mean that whatever horrible fate she was seeing was for Summers? But who else? Raven's expression swung to malicious delight.
"As a matter of fact, I do.
"I must speak with him."
"I'll get my cell phone."
---
Rogue was doing her English homework when the phone rang. She lifted her tu-tone head and looked around her room. It was probably for Kitty. Except it was chrismas break. Almost the whole institute was with family.
"Probably a telemarketah." ROgue said with a frown. But then another thought occured to her. "Ah wondah if he would know the phone numbah. . .Ah'm bein' dumb. Of course he ain't callin'."
Rogue let the phone ring one more time before diving for it. She pulled the cordless of the hook, but her momentum hurtled her into the small table, sending her and the wayward phone stand crashing to the floor.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Hello?" Rogue said, trying to muffle her groans from the person on the other end.
"Rogue?" the voice instantly registered with Rogue.
"'Reenie?"
"No time to explain Rogue. I must speak with Scott Summers. Hurry. It is very important. You'll know why soon enough."
"Scott's in his room-"
Irene cut her off. "_Now_, child."
Rogue had only disobeyed that voice once. That voice was only used when something desperatly serious was about to happen. That voice had told her not to go to that club. ROgue ran to Scott's room with the phone.
---
Scott pulled out of Jean. She was smiling up at the ceiling. Scott rolled off of her and lay down next to her. He almost fell asleep that way.
Jean looked down at her body, and Scott next to it, post orgasmic. She forwned, her astral forehead wrinkling in an unflattering way. But she knew how Scott was, so she let it go. But Oooooh would he hear about it later.
Jean's self, soul, whatever, plunged back into her body. Just before Scott fell asleep, Jean wrapped her arms around him and Rogue burst through the door.
---
Irene heard the arguing. Rogue screamed 'Oh Mah Gawd'. Irene realized she'd waited too long. Raven saw her lover's expression and could barely contain her glee. This was priceless!
"I am afraid I was too late." Irene said, sadly hanging up the phone.
---
"Oh mah Gawd!" Rogue said, immediatly sorry she'd burst in.
Scott and Jean struggled to cover themselves up as Rogue backed out. Jean tried to telepathically cover her tracks. But the psychic attack had made her telepathy short out.
Rogue stopped in the hall, suddenly realizing the great potential this had.
"Ah'm so tellin' the prof."
With that, Rogue bolted for Xavier's office, a nude Scott and Jean in hot pursuit.
***
Okay, so the stiff wasn't a guy this time. Sue me. I thought it was kinda funny.
There's a stranger speaks outside her door, says, "Take what you can from your dreams. Make them as real as anything, it'll take the work out of the REVIEW!"
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
I'm not sure who this un'll involve, or what implement of necro I'll use. *ponders* So many choices. This may be slash. It's been in the back of my mind for a while and. . .*evil grin* I know who this'll be about!
Just in case you're wondering, there is no continuity between stories, unless otherwise noted.
Disclaimer-I own nothing.
***
Irene settleed onto the bed. She was so very very tired. The whole day had been so trying for her, and now the blond woman merely wanted to lay down and sleep.
Raven walked into the room. No, Raven was about to. And something was going to happen when she did. The haze of a precognant fit over took Irene's senses, making her body grow taut.
Raven walked into the room, this time in actuality. She saw her lover in the throes of a vision. They always hit like a seizure. Raven quickly went to Irene's side, holding her still until the vision subsided.
When her powers ebbed again, Irene was trembling so badly she almost vibrated striaght off the bed. Raven held on tighter, wraping her arms around her lover's waist.
Irene had seen something horrible. A life ending, so soon. But who's she could not be sure. Irene had only seen the sillouettes. They did her no good, as she had never seen the people in real life. But the male looked like he had a pair of curved sunglasses on.
---
Scott kissed Jean's neck. Jean smiled up at the ceiling, seemingly senseless. But Scott was too busy to care. He had felt her orgasm earlier, her body tensing, then relaxing totally. They had always done it like this, Jean first, then him. It wasn't terribly romantic, but it was how they made love.
Scott nudged his way into Jean's body, scattering kisses over her face an neck. He may not have been the world's best lover, but he tried to be attentive. Jean continued to smile up at the ceiling.
---
Irene shuddered in horror. That anyone could do something like that, it was horrible. The woman had suffered from a psychic attack, and was lying dead. Yet the man was still. . .Irene shuddered again.
Raven didn't know what to do for her lover. The attacks had been bad at times, but never this horrible. Irene had been very close to collapsing when she'd seen the fate in store for Rogue and Raven at the hands of Apocalypse. But she hadn't been this terror-struck.
"Raven, I have to. . .do you know anyone who wears sunglasses at all times? A male."
Raven narrowed her eyes. Irene couldn't mean that whatever horrible fate she was seeing was for Summers? But who else? Raven's expression swung to malicious delight.
"As a matter of fact, I do.
"I must speak with him."
"I'll get my cell phone."
---
Rogue was doing her English homework when the phone rang. She lifted her tu-tone head and looked around her room. It was probably for Kitty. Except it was chrismas break. Almost the whole institute was with family.
"Probably a telemarketah." ROgue said with a frown. But then another thought occured to her. "Ah wondah if he would know the phone numbah. . .Ah'm bein' dumb. Of course he ain't callin'."
Rogue let the phone ring one more time before diving for it. She pulled the cordless of the hook, but her momentum hurtled her into the small table, sending her and the wayward phone stand crashing to the floor.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Hello?" Rogue said, trying to muffle her groans from the person on the other end.
"Rogue?" the voice instantly registered with Rogue.
"'Reenie?"
"No time to explain Rogue. I must speak with Scott Summers. Hurry. It is very important. You'll know why soon enough."
"Scott's in his room-"
Irene cut her off. "_Now_, child."
Rogue had only disobeyed that voice once. That voice was only used when something desperatly serious was about to happen. That voice had told her not to go to that club. ROgue ran to Scott's room with the phone.
---
Scott pulled out of Jean. She was smiling up at the ceiling. Scott rolled off of her and lay down next to her. He almost fell asleep that way.
Jean looked down at her body, and Scott next to it, post orgasmic. She forwned, her astral forehead wrinkling in an unflattering way. But she knew how Scott was, so she let it go. But Oooooh would he hear about it later.
Jean's self, soul, whatever, plunged back into her body. Just before Scott fell asleep, Jean wrapped her arms around him and Rogue burst through the door.
---
Irene heard the arguing. Rogue screamed 'Oh Mah Gawd'. Irene realized she'd waited too long. Raven saw her lover's expression and could barely contain her glee. This was priceless!
"I am afraid I was too late." Irene said, sadly hanging up the phone.
---
"Oh mah Gawd!" Rogue said, immediatly sorry she'd burst in.
Scott and Jean struggled to cover themselves up as Rogue backed out. Jean tried to telepathically cover her tracks. But the psychic attack had made her telepathy short out.
Rogue stopped in the hall, suddenly realizing the great potential this had.
"Ah'm so tellin' the prof."
With that, Rogue bolted for Xavier's office, a nude Scott and Jean in hot pursuit.
***
Okay, so the stiff wasn't a guy this time. Sue me. I thought it was kinda funny.
There's a stranger speaks outside her door, says, "Take what you can from your dreams. Make them as real as anything, it'll take the work out of the REVIEW!"
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
