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A/N: Boy, what a long week (…ya know because last time I said I was going to post another chapter in a week…sorry…I tried to use humor…sorry). I had an idea for another story and felt I had to get it started before it escaped me. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea because now I'm in the middle of two stories both with different tones or moods or whatever you want to call it. The other is a bit of an AU to this one. Storm's a teenager. (If anyone does read it as well, you'll recognize that Star is in it. I know, I know. OC's don't pull in a lot of readers, but I tried to explained why I put her in it in one of the A/N and you'll be able to tell better in future chapters.) Anyways, you're not here to hear about my other story. You're here to read this one. Thank you!
Disclaimer: No, not yet.
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When Sam woke up this morning he never thought that he would be with Star the way he was now. Things were going a lot better than he thought they would. He had been scared he wouldn't know what to say or do, but she made it easy on him. And he was very grateful for that.
Star was in a bit of a dilemma. Being an empath with all the passion and desire from the love fest that was taking place in various spots in the house, her passions and desires became extremely increased. They just got together and she didn't want to come off as some kind of slut, but…damn! Nether one of them really felt nervous anymore and things were moving at a faster pass then she had originally thought…
"Go Sammy!" a voice shouted from an upstairs window. The two on the picnic table turned and looked up. It was Amara, with John standing next to her.
"Mind if we borrow Star for a minute, mate?"
"She minds!" Star shouted back up at them, referring to herself in third person. "Would you put some pants on?! Better yet just get away from the window!"
"Why do—" Sam started to shout but Star stopped him.
"Don't even ask." She turned back to the other two. "Amara, girl, how much did ya drink?!"
"I don't know," she shrugged. They shut the window and walked out of sight.
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"You know," Scott said holing up his glass and pointing at nothing in particular. "I always wanted to see you and Rogue make out. That would be so hot!"
"Ah, she wouldn't go for it." Jean replied before taking a drink from the bottle she was holding. "I bet she's a great kisser."
Bobby was walking past in listening rage and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Jubes!" he rushed over to ask her something.
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"Um, Wanda, why is your brother in nothing but boxers and dancing like that?" Sam asked as he and Star joined who was left in the living room.
"Don't ask me."
"I'm guessing the combination of Pixy Stixs and alcohol." Kurt answered.
"If y'all would excuse me for a moment, I need to use the ladies room." Star headed upstairs leaving the three to the entertainment Pietro was providing.
"Are you sure he's your brother?"
"I'm tempted to ask for more proof."
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When Star got upstairs someone was already in the main bathroom.
"Rogue's taking a shower." She turned around to see Remy leaning against the doorframe of one of the bedrooms.
"And you didn't join her?" Star said taking a good look at him standing there without a shirt on.
"She didn't ask."
"Since when did that stop you?"
He smiled. "Glad to see you're in a better mood."
"For the moment anyways,"
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Sam went to the kitchen for a refill on his drink.
"Hey-flavor-of-the-week! How's-it-going?"
He gave Pietro a funny look. "What do you mean 'flavor of the week'?"
"Well-you-and-Star-did-hook-up-right?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Welcome-to-the-club-of-leftovers."
"Leftovers? Are we talking about boyfriends or food?"
"Don't-get-me-wrong,-Star's-great-but-we're-not-what-she-craves. You're-Kentucky-Fried-Chicken,-I'm-an-Eurpean-Delight,-but-her-favorite's-Cajun."
Her favorite food was Cajun, but Sam knew what Pietro was trying to say.
"But we just…she wouldn't…"
"Not-intentionally-no-but-have-you-seen-them-together?"
"Well, she's known him longer than she has the rest of us."
"And-he-was-her-first."
If Star would have heard this conversation she would have totally blown up. She never denied sleeping with any of the people she had, but as far as she was concerned her sex life was not up for discussion unless she felt it was alright. And accusing her of just usin' 'n loosin' guys was not something she would agree to.
"Just-some-food-for-thought." Pietro zipped away.
It was a little hard to take him serious as ridicules as he looked, but Sam couldn't help but wonder.
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"This is nice for a change."
"A little odd though."
"It is a bit too quite."
"We can remedy that."
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"Oh, Peter," a moan came from under the sheets.
"What did you say?" Lance pulled away.
"What baby, I just moaned. I thought you—"
"No you said Peter."
The whole house started to shake.
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"What's going on, yo?"
"Lance must really be pissed."
"Or someone's climaxing." Tabby of course was the one who said that.
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"Shit!" Star hit her head before her and Remy stumbled into each other.
"You okay?"
"I will be." She answered rubbing her head.
"What the fuck?!" a voice could be heard from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Rogue, ya still alive?" Star knocked on the door.
"Someone make Lance stop before I do!"
"Don't be so harsh, shiela." John came out of his room and into the hall. "He's having fun."
"Pants, Johnny, pants!"
"But Lance!" Everyone in the hall turned to see as Lance stormed out of his room followed by Kitty wrapped in a sheet.
"Just forget it! You want to be with Peter he's right down stairs, go!"
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"Did he just say that she wanted to be with me?"
"That's what it sounded like."
Peter smiled.
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"Lance, claim down the quake man."
"Tough luck, mate." John put his hand on Lance's shoulder.
"Shoo," Star motioned him to go. "Put the pants on."
Amara grabbed John by the arm and pulled him back into his room.
"Did he like have on a g-string with flames on it?" Kitty asked a little distracted. They gave her a look. "Listen I'm really sorry."
"Why don't you go get some clothes on too?"
The girl signed and went back into the room closing the door behind her.
"Things okay up here?" Bobby asked as he and Jubilee came off the stair case.
Lance still hadn't claimed down enough. Star gestured her head towards the closed door to their left. Jubilee got the message and went to check on Kitty.
*Maybe some of us should back off and only one talk to Lance* Star send the message telepathically to everyone else still standing in the hall.
"If you need anything," Bobby offered as he headed back down stairs.
"Rogue, you sure you okay." Remy stepped inside the bathroom with Rogue.
*Yeah, thanks guys.* Star sighed. "I know you would rather be alone, but I don't think too many places around here are earthquake safe,"
"You're right I would." He opened the door to one of the empty bedrooms and Star turned around to make it look like she was going to leave. "But I guess, since it's you…you can probably help prevent anymore big tremors."
"Or I could just take your anger and make things explode…starting with what's left in John's room. Nah, there's probably nothing left."
Lance cracked a little smile at Star's not so good attempt to make him feel better.
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"I really didn't mean to. It just came out. Oh, Jubes I totally screwed things up,"
"You two have been on again off again. It's no surprise that you started to like another guy."
"But I called out his name in bed when I was with Lance. They don't even look alike!"
"That was bad,"
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"What a night." Sam said as he and Bobby took a set on the couch.
"And it's not even over yet." Bobby took a drink. "So, you and Star finally hooked up?"
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A/N: I had to rewrite the chapter to keep it this rating. So, if I messed up somewhere or things don't seem to flow together…I'm sorry.
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