Chapter 2: The Rules
Disclaimer: I only own Moneda
Ororo had seen to it that everyone had been treated and put to bed. She had left Rogue in charge of looking after everyone, but especially to make sure Scott got some sleep. Then she headed up to the kitchen where she ran into Moneda kneeding bread dough.
"Would you like something to eat?" Moneda asked Storm.
"No-thank you, but no. Could you just take me to my room please?" asked Ororo in a distant voice.
"Of course," answered Moneda as she dumped the dough into a bowl,
Moneda led Storm through the dining room and into the main hall where she couldn't help but ask, "Is something the matter, chica (girl)?"
"No," said Ororo as they walked up the main stairwell.
Moneda proceeded to lead Storm down a series of hallways until she stopped dead in the middle of one where two heavy wooden doors stood directly across from one another. They were the only two doors in the hallway. The old woman opened the door on the right and ushered Ororo inside.
It seemed as though no one had been in the room in at least two years. A thin film of dust had accumulated on bureau against the far right wall. An oval mirror hung above the bureau and against the far wall was a slightly ajar armoire. The open cherry door exposed a variety of women's clothes in a spectrum of color.
"I'm not putting anyone out, am I?" asked Storm.
"No, not today anyway, five years ago the answer would have been yes." said Moneda as she walked past Ororo and turned left going past the bed that's headboard was pushed up against the wall on the far left. Moneda stopped when she came to the wall and opened a door to the right of the bed, "The bathroom is through here."
"Five years ago?" asked Ororo.
Moneda sighed, "Yes, Chica, five years ago this room belonged to an assistant of Senior Creed by the name of Birdy. I don't know how familiar you are with Senior Creed's history of assistants, but she died five years ago and he just hasn't gotten around to cleaning out her room yet. I hope you don't mind, I would have put you in another room, but he specifically told me this one. I barely had time to change the sheets!"
Not that Storm was actually going to be sleeping in the room, mind you!
"And how far is his room from here?" asked Storm.
"It's directly across the hall." said Moneda more than a little intrigued by the question, "Why?"
"Just curious is all," Strom attempted to brush the situation off.
"Well, if you get hungry don't hesitate coming down to the kitchen. Good night, Chica." said Moneda as she left.
"Good night," said Storm with a bit of a delayed reaction.
"I wonder how a sweet old lady like that wound up working for Sabertooth?" Ororo thought to herself as she walked to the bathroom.
If there was one thing Storm wanted it was a hot shower after a long day of battle. She felt a little weird taking one of the hair elastics from the top of the bureau, but did because she didn't want her hair to get wet.
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Victor was in his room sitting in the same chair he had been 3 months prior with a roaring fire before him, looking over some contract offers when he heard the shower turn on.
He smiled to himself and thought, "Won't be long now."
It was then he put the contract he was reading down on the end table and looked at the fire place and remembered back to that night on December 24. Then it hit him-
This was his chance to make another go at being a family man!
Ok, sure, the first time things didn't work out too well and the kid (Graydon Creed) wound up as the head of an anti-mutant organization, but this time it would be different!- Hell, Storm would make a much better mother than Mystique ever was!
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The alarm clock by Victor's bed had just struck 9:00 pm when Victor heard the door across the hall open. About two seconds later there was knock on his door.
"It's open!" said Victor from the bed. He had moved from the chair onto the bed once he had finished going through all of the contracts. Now he had moved onto going over paperwork concerning up and coming jobs.
Storm took a deep breath and went in.
There was Sabertooth laying, under the covers, on the left side of a king sized bed. The only light came from the two nightstand lamps on either side of the bed and the fire place off to the right.
Storm walked to the foot of the bed. Her black and silver cape trailed behind her. Her tight mid drift was visible with her cropped shirt and skin tight pants that came below her navel.
She put her gloved hands on her hips and looked Sabertooth dead in the eye, "Lets get this over with!"
"Yer the boss," said Creed with a wicked glint in his eye.
Storm walked over to the leather chair by the fireplace and started to take off her clothes. She began by removing her cape, then her boots, then her socks, then her gloves and her pants.
She walked over to the right side of the bed and slid in under the sheets.
Creed gave her a quizzical look.
"What?!" asked Storm.
"Yer gonna keep yer shirt on?" Creed asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" said Storm ardently, "What do need 'them' for?" She looked pointedly down at her chest.
"Suit yerself," said Creed.
There was a pause.
"Ugh, fine!" grumbled Storm as she removed her underwear under the sheets and dropped it off the side of the bed.
"Much better," purred Creed as rolled on top of Storm.
Storm felt something hard against her leg and looked down.
Her eyes widened, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Don't tell me yer sacred," said Creed sarcastically.
"Huh?-No! I mean your not using a contraceptive?-What if I get-"
"That's kinda the point!" Creed interrupted.
"WHAT?!" yelled Storm.
THUD!-Storm shoved sabertooth off the bed.
"Start talking NOW!" she demanded.
"Look," Victor tried to reason with Storm, "it's been along time since the whole Graydon thing, Mystique is long gone and Birdy's dead. I figure it's time to start over. I thought we'd try seven times, you go on yer merry way, get tested in a month and we'll talk."
"Are you insane?!" Storm flat out asked.
"All my parole officers seemed to think so," said Victor.
"And if a month goes by and I'm not going to have a baby?" asked Storm.
"We act like none of this ever happened." Victor said.
At this point Storm just wanted the night to end, "Fine!" she conceded, "but you only get one try."
"I thought I said seven."
"Absolutely not!" said Storm indignantly.
"Alright," Victor caved a little, "five then."
"Ugh," Storm was exasperated, "three-and it's non negotiable!"
"Fine!" Creed agreed.
Storm could barely believe how quickly Victor managed to get off the floor and pounce on her. She could feel his tail against her inner calf. Next it looked like he was going to bite her neck.
"WAIT!" yelled Storm.
"What now?" sighed Creed.
"Rules!" said Storm.
"Rules?!" now it was Creeds turn, "Yer kiddin' me, right? Are all virgins this picky?-What kind of rules?"
"No biting, no clawing and no scratching!"
"God, I feel like I'm back on the play ground in grade school." said Creed, "Anything else before we get started?"
"Nothing that I can think of," said Storm.
"Good!" said Creed, "Yer on top."
Before Storm knew what happened she was straddling Sabertooth's hips.
"Ah!" Storm winced in pain.
Her nails dug into Victor's chest drawing blood.
"You alright?" asked Vic.
Storm nodded slowly, but Victor knew to wait until she relaxed.
RIP!
SHRED!
TEAR!
The next thing Storm knew her shirt and bar were in pieces on the floor.
"I thought I told you to leave that on!" growled Storm.
"You never said it was a rule," countered Creed.
Before Storm knew what happened she was on her back biting Victor's shoulder then it all went black.
Storm woke up the next morning to the sound of running water. She watched as Victor walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and walked over to the bed.
Ororo sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"I wouldn't suggest that, darlin'," said Victor.
"And why not?" snapped Storm.
"After last night yer gonna be sore," explained Sabertooth.
"I'll be fine," Storm superficially assured him.
She wrapped the sheet around her, stood up, tried to take a step and collapsed into Sabertooth's arms, "Nh!"
"C'mon," Sabertooth easily scooped Ororo up into his arms and brought her into the bathroom where he placed her in a tub of warm water sheet and all.
"I wouldn't suggest doin' anything strenuous today either."
"Thanks for the advice I'll be sure to log that away." Storm said sarcastically.
Victor just chuckled, "My, my aren't we nasty this mornin', at this rate I wonder when the cravings are gonna kick in," he teased her.
"I AM NOT-"
"We'll see in a month," Victor cut in assuredly then walked out of the bathroom.
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Meanwhile down in the kitchen Moneda was making breakfast. While Rogue was carrying down the first wave of coffee, while Jubilee polished off a stack of pancakes.
Once Jubilee had finished eating she looked around, "Hey, where's Storm?"
"Ah think she's still asleep." said Rogue as she picked up a huge bowl of scrambled eggs and headed back down to the lab, "You better wake her up before our rahde get here."
"Ok," said Jubilee looking towards Moneda, "how do I get to her room?"
Moneda gave her directions and set Jubilee on her way.
Jubilee went into Birdy's room just to find it empty and figured Moneda had made a mistake, that room Storm was staying in was on the left instead of the right. So Jubilee just crossed the hall and walked in-
"Hey, Ro, Rogue said to-" Jubilee stopped mid sentence at the sight she beheld before her.
There was Storm coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, while Sabertooth was standing by the leather chair, that had Storm's uniform strewn about it, drinking a glass of bourbon.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Jubilee. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what went down here!
"Hey, China Doll, yer awake," said Creed.
"And low I wish I were still unconscious," said Jubilee.
"Jubilation, I swear there is a perfectly logical explanation for this," Ororo tried to assure her.
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On the car ride home Storm and Jubilee were in the same car together, alone. The two women sat in silence at first, but half way through the ride Jubilee just had to get something off of her chest-
She looked over at Storm, "So, does he have a rough tongue?"
Disclaimer: I only own Moneda
Ororo had seen to it that everyone had been treated and put to bed. She had left Rogue in charge of looking after everyone, but especially to make sure Scott got some sleep. Then she headed up to the kitchen where she ran into Moneda kneeding bread dough.
"Would you like something to eat?" Moneda asked Storm.
"No-thank you, but no. Could you just take me to my room please?" asked Ororo in a distant voice.
"Of course," answered Moneda as she dumped the dough into a bowl,
Moneda led Storm through the dining room and into the main hall where she couldn't help but ask, "Is something the matter, chica (girl)?"
"No," said Ororo as they walked up the main stairwell.
Moneda proceeded to lead Storm down a series of hallways until she stopped dead in the middle of one where two heavy wooden doors stood directly across from one another. They were the only two doors in the hallway. The old woman opened the door on the right and ushered Ororo inside.
It seemed as though no one had been in the room in at least two years. A thin film of dust had accumulated on bureau against the far right wall. An oval mirror hung above the bureau and against the far wall was a slightly ajar armoire. The open cherry door exposed a variety of women's clothes in a spectrum of color.
"I'm not putting anyone out, am I?" asked Storm.
"No, not today anyway, five years ago the answer would have been yes." said Moneda as she walked past Ororo and turned left going past the bed that's headboard was pushed up against the wall on the far left. Moneda stopped when she came to the wall and opened a door to the right of the bed, "The bathroom is through here."
"Five years ago?" asked Ororo.
Moneda sighed, "Yes, Chica, five years ago this room belonged to an assistant of Senior Creed by the name of Birdy. I don't know how familiar you are with Senior Creed's history of assistants, but she died five years ago and he just hasn't gotten around to cleaning out her room yet. I hope you don't mind, I would have put you in another room, but he specifically told me this one. I barely had time to change the sheets!"
Not that Storm was actually going to be sleeping in the room, mind you!
"And how far is his room from here?" asked Storm.
"It's directly across the hall." said Moneda more than a little intrigued by the question, "Why?"
"Just curious is all," Strom attempted to brush the situation off.
"Well, if you get hungry don't hesitate coming down to the kitchen. Good night, Chica." said Moneda as she left.
"Good night," said Storm with a bit of a delayed reaction.
"I wonder how a sweet old lady like that wound up working for Sabertooth?" Ororo thought to herself as she walked to the bathroom.
If there was one thing Storm wanted it was a hot shower after a long day of battle. She felt a little weird taking one of the hair elastics from the top of the bureau, but did because she didn't want her hair to get wet.
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Victor was in his room sitting in the same chair he had been 3 months prior with a roaring fire before him, looking over some contract offers when he heard the shower turn on.
He smiled to himself and thought, "Won't be long now."
It was then he put the contract he was reading down on the end table and looked at the fire place and remembered back to that night on December 24. Then it hit him-
This was his chance to make another go at being a family man!
Ok, sure, the first time things didn't work out too well and the kid (Graydon Creed) wound up as the head of an anti-mutant organization, but this time it would be different!- Hell, Storm would make a much better mother than Mystique ever was!
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The alarm clock by Victor's bed had just struck 9:00 pm when Victor heard the door across the hall open. About two seconds later there was knock on his door.
"It's open!" said Victor from the bed. He had moved from the chair onto the bed once he had finished going through all of the contracts. Now he had moved onto going over paperwork concerning up and coming jobs.
Storm took a deep breath and went in.
There was Sabertooth laying, under the covers, on the left side of a king sized bed. The only light came from the two nightstand lamps on either side of the bed and the fire place off to the right.
Storm walked to the foot of the bed. Her black and silver cape trailed behind her. Her tight mid drift was visible with her cropped shirt and skin tight pants that came below her navel.
She put her gloved hands on her hips and looked Sabertooth dead in the eye, "Lets get this over with!"
"Yer the boss," said Creed with a wicked glint in his eye.
Storm walked over to the leather chair by the fireplace and started to take off her clothes. She began by removing her cape, then her boots, then her socks, then her gloves and her pants.
She walked over to the right side of the bed and slid in under the sheets.
Creed gave her a quizzical look.
"What?!" asked Storm.
"Yer gonna keep yer shirt on?" Creed asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" said Storm ardently, "What do need 'them' for?" She looked pointedly down at her chest.
"Suit yerself," said Creed.
There was a pause.
"Ugh, fine!" grumbled Storm as she removed her underwear under the sheets and dropped it off the side of the bed.
"Much better," purred Creed as rolled on top of Storm.
Storm felt something hard against her leg and looked down.
Her eyes widened, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Don't tell me yer sacred," said Creed sarcastically.
"Huh?-No! I mean your not using a contraceptive?-What if I get-"
"That's kinda the point!" Creed interrupted.
"WHAT?!" yelled Storm.
THUD!-Storm shoved sabertooth off the bed.
"Start talking NOW!" she demanded.
"Look," Victor tried to reason with Storm, "it's been along time since the whole Graydon thing, Mystique is long gone and Birdy's dead. I figure it's time to start over. I thought we'd try seven times, you go on yer merry way, get tested in a month and we'll talk."
"Are you insane?!" Storm flat out asked.
"All my parole officers seemed to think so," said Victor.
"And if a month goes by and I'm not going to have a baby?" asked Storm.
"We act like none of this ever happened." Victor said.
At this point Storm just wanted the night to end, "Fine!" she conceded, "but you only get one try."
"I thought I said seven."
"Absolutely not!" said Storm indignantly.
"Alright," Victor caved a little, "five then."
"Ugh," Storm was exasperated, "three-and it's non negotiable!"
"Fine!" Creed agreed.
Storm could barely believe how quickly Victor managed to get off the floor and pounce on her. She could feel his tail against her inner calf. Next it looked like he was going to bite her neck.
"WAIT!" yelled Storm.
"What now?" sighed Creed.
"Rules!" said Storm.
"Rules?!" now it was Creeds turn, "Yer kiddin' me, right? Are all virgins this picky?-What kind of rules?"
"No biting, no clawing and no scratching!"
"God, I feel like I'm back on the play ground in grade school." said Creed, "Anything else before we get started?"
"Nothing that I can think of," said Storm.
"Good!" said Creed, "Yer on top."
Before Storm knew what happened she was straddling Sabertooth's hips.
"Ah!" Storm winced in pain.
Her nails dug into Victor's chest drawing blood.
"You alright?" asked Vic.
Storm nodded slowly, but Victor knew to wait until she relaxed.
RIP!
SHRED!
TEAR!
The next thing Storm knew her shirt and bar were in pieces on the floor.
"I thought I told you to leave that on!" growled Storm.
"You never said it was a rule," countered Creed.
Before Storm knew what happened she was on her back biting Victor's shoulder then it all went black.
Storm woke up the next morning to the sound of running water. She watched as Victor walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and walked over to the bed.
Ororo sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"I wouldn't suggest that, darlin'," said Victor.
"And why not?" snapped Storm.
"After last night yer gonna be sore," explained Sabertooth.
"I'll be fine," Storm superficially assured him.
She wrapped the sheet around her, stood up, tried to take a step and collapsed into Sabertooth's arms, "Nh!"
"C'mon," Sabertooth easily scooped Ororo up into his arms and brought her into the bathroom where he placed her in a tub of warm water sheet and all.
"I wouldn't suggest doin' anything strenuous today either."
"Thanks for the advice I'll be sure to log that away." Storm said sarcastically.
Victor just chuckled, "My, my aren't we nasty this mornin', at this rate I wonder when the cravings are gonna kick in," he teased her.
"I AM NOT-"
"We'll see in a month," Victor cut in assuredly then walked out of the bathroom.
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Meanwhile down in the kitchen Moneda was making breakfast. While Rogue was carrying down the first wave of coffee, while Jubilee polished off a stack of pancakes.
Once Jubilee had finished eating she looked around, "Hey, where's Storm?"
"Ah think she's still asleep." said Rogue as she picked up a huge bowl of scrambled eggs and headed back down to the lab, "You better wake her up before our rahde get here."
"Ok," said Jubilee looking towards Moneda, "how do I get to her room?"
Moneda gave her directions and set Jubilee on her way.
Jubilee went into Birdy's room just to find it empty and figured Moneda had made a mistake, that room Storm was staying in was on the left instead of the right. So Jubilee just crossed the hall and walked in-
"Hey, Ro, Rogue said to-" Jubilee stopped mid sentence at the sight she beheld before her.
There was Storm coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, while Sabertooth was standing by the leather chair, that had Storm's uniform strewn about it, drinking a glass of bourbon.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Jubilee. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what went down here!
"Hey, China Doll, yer awake," said Creed.
"And low I wish I were still unconscious," said Jubilee.
"Jubilation, I swear there is a perfectly logical explanation for this," Ororo tried to assure her.
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On the car ride home Storm and Jubilee were in the same car together, alone. The two women sat in silence at first, but half way through the ride Jubilee just had to get something off of her chest-
She looked over at Storm, "So, does he have a rough tongue?"